Summary: You might not know what the title means right now...so -hopefully-
at the end of this fic you'll pretty much have it figured out. If not, I'll
enlighten you and tell you! Anyway, this is a Bosco fic (of course) and
he's partnered w/ Monroe in this. If I say anymore right now, I'll give
away some stuff so that's all you get for now!
Rating: This fic is gonna get pretty rough, so I'm gonna say pg-13 to R.
Special thanks to: Laurie Lasagna..thanks!
This is a short chapter..just to get things going..please tell me what you think! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Anyway..here we go:
Amore Del Fratello
"Another shift." Bosco sighed as he slammed the door on his locker, running his hands down his NYPD issued turtleneck. "Monroe, I don't want any of this volunteering for work today, just answer calls central sends our way."
Monroe clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Yeah Bosco, let's not do our job."
He groaned as they walked to roll call. "Would you shut your yap about our job? Our job is to answer calls, not go looking for them."
Swersky caught wind of their conversation, stopping them outside the roll call room. "Your job is to solve problems and get scumbags off the street."
Monroe flashed Bosco a satisfied look as she settled down in a desk in the back of the room. Bosco lifted his index finger, "Not a word." ~~
Bosco glanced at Monroe from the driver's side after about thirty minutes into the shift, nothing had happened. He licked his lips and leaned his head against the car window, sighing deeply. "Why are you so quiet?"
She shifted her weight, watching people walk down the street as she did. "Don't really have anything to say. Why are you so quiet?" She emphasized you as she pointed at him.
"I guess for the same reason."
She knew this might make him mad but she wanted to ask anyway. "You never talk much about your personal life."
He quickly averted his eyes towards her. "My personal life?"
"Yeah, like if you have any siblings, your parents, all that stuff." She smiled, hoping he wouldn't get annoyed with her asking him.
Bosco sighed again, wondering why exactly she wanted to know. "I have a brother. My ma works in a bar."
"Are you and your brother close?"
He arched his eyebrow. "Why all the questions?"
"Why answer a question with a question?" She shot back, knowing she went over the edge with her last question.
He ran his fingers over the steering wheel. "You obviously don't know me, Sasha."
"Hence why I'm asking you questions, so I can get to know my partner."
"Okay, here's the deal. My brother and I used to be close. He got involved in drugs, I of course didn't approve, we don't see each other much anymore, just when I catch him selling dope to little kids and arrest his sorry ass for doing it."
Sasha ran her hand over her hair. "You arrested your brother?"
"Yeah, why does everyone ask that when I tell them? It's like something so unbelievable."
She shook her head. "No, you just don't hear of it very often, a brother arresting his own flesh and blood. But you said he was dealing to kids, I don't blame you."
"Seriously?"
She shook her head once more. "Seriously."
"5-5 David, respond to 1-9-8 Ocean and Plaza Street, domestic in progress." ~~
Bosco quickly pulled the car up to the curb, watching the husband and wife fight on the sidewalk of the street. The man abruptly got in her face, making an action as if he were going to hit her, so Bosco pulled him away.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bosco grabbed his arm, waiting for him to reply.
"This bitch is kicking me out of the apartment I have been paying for! She doesn't work, she doesn't make the money, and she's kicking me out!!" The man threw his arms in the air, pacing back in forth in front of Bosco as Monroe talked to the lady.
Monroe glanced over her shoulder, making sure Bosco and the guy were going okay, and then she averted her attention to the lady, pretty sure she'd hear the same thing over and over again. "Ma'am, can you tell me what the problem is?"
The lady glanced at Monroe. "My name is Belinda, not ma'am."
Monroe couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Okay Belinda, can you tell me what's up?"
Belinda arched her eyebrow, looking at her husband and then back to Monroe. "I caught him cheating on me. I want him gone but he won't leave!"
Monroe noticed some bruises on Belinda around her eyes and on her arms. "Belinda, does he beat you?" She kept her voice low so he couldn't hear.
She looked down at the sidewalk, her eyes filling with tears. "I.. I can't say." She stammered on her words.
"Why can't you say? If he has, we can get him put away and you won't have to worry about it. We just need you to say if he does or not."
Belinda ran her fingers over some freshly formed welts. "Yeah. Yeah he does." She nodded.
"Okay, we'll take him in." ~~
Bosco leaned back in his chair as Monroe came back, a smile on her face.
"You get him all processed?" Bosco clicked a pen and began to write what he called a report.
She sat down at her desk, her smile still painted across her face. "Yeah, it's all complete. Let's hope she sticks by it and decides to go through with pressing the charges."
He nodded. "Why are you smiling so much?"
"I don't know, that call just made me feel good." She shrugged as she looked at the clock. "And it's almost quitting time, I'm ready to go home."
Bosco smirked. "Yeah, domestics make me feel all warm and tingly inside." Sarcasm was evident in his tone of voice. "Get going on that paperwork and we can get home sooner than you think."
Swersky walked in, a small pink paper in his grasp. He set it down on Bosco's desk. "This came in earlier, about an hour ago. I'm not sure who it was, they asked for you and left this number, that was it."
Bosco grabbed the paper, reading the number. Shaking his head, he spoke, "It's Mikey. Thanks Boss."
"You got it."
He turned to look at Monroe, the missed call paper between his index and middle finger. "Dammit, he probably needs some money or something."
"You don't know that Bosco."
He sighed, picking up the phone. "Yeah, I do. He never calls for anything else." He dialed the number, waiting as the under rang and then someone picked up.
"Hello?" It was Mikey's voice, Bosco recognized it right off.
"Mikey." His voice was light. "You called?"
Mikey paused. "Yeah, yeah I did. How are you doing Maurice?"
Bosco slammed his hand down on the desk, his anger flaring. Mikey always started out conversations like that when he wanted something or was in some type of trouble. "Spare me the small talk bullshit and tell me what is going on, and what exactly it is that you need."
"Maurice, why do you think I need something? Maybe I just wanted to pick up the phone and see how you were doing."
"Yeah Mikey, so next you are going to tell me you are clean, no drugs, no crime filled life? If you tell me that you fucking might as well start funeral arrangements 'cause my ass will surely be deader than a door nail."
Monroe decided to leave the room, she wasn't sure she wanted to hear one side of this conversation, if any. She just didn't feel right so she made her way to the roll call room, hoping things would go smoothly for Bosco and his brother.
"Maurice man! Can you meet me somewhere? I'd rather talk to you in person." Mikey sighed heavily on the other end, sounding refreshed after asking him that.
Bosco ran his hand over his hair, barely noticing Monroe was gone. He tapped his pen on the papers in front of him, disliking Mikey at the moment for putting him on the spot. "I'm not sure I want to Mikey."
"Why the hell not? I just need to talk to you, and over the phone just doesn't seem right."
"Let me finish up here at work, I'll call you when I get home." He hung up the phone quickly, not even giving Mikey a chance to respond.
He walked into the roll call room, holding up his report. "I'm done with mine, how's yours going?"
"I'm done too, I was just waiting on you." She stood up, grabbing her clipboard and pens. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Good. Fine." He nodded.
"Okay, well I'm gonna get out of here. It's already midnight." She looked at her watch. "See you later Bosco."
"Bye." He stood in the roll call room alone; the faint sound of typewriters and people's discussions over taking him though his mind blocked most of it out. What would it hurt to go visit him and see what was up? Maybe he did have good news and he wanted to celebrate. Or worse, maybe he was in deep trouble and needed Bosco. He'd never know unless he went to see.
With that thought he hurried to the locker room, dressed, and made his way to his car, quickly dialing Mikey's number once more.
"Mikey, meet me at Battery Park. I'm ten minutes out."
"Okay, see you in a few."
Bosco heard the dial tone after that last comment and sped the car up; suddenly feeling anxious to get there, the suspense was killing him. He wasn't sure if it was him wanting to actually see Mikey for once or him wanting to know what was up. Either way, he'd know in a few short minutes. ~~
He walked slowly to a park bench where Mikey was waiting. His heart skipped a few beats as the leaves crackled under his shoes. "Mikey?"
His younger brother quickly turned his head, his eyes wide as he saw his older brother before him. "Maurice.." He stood up. "Hey man, long time no see."
Bosco sniffed, taking in the cold New York air. "Yeah. So what do you need to talk to me about?" He sat down, Mikey following him.
"Maurice, I need your help."
Bosco placed his hands in his coat pocket, stretching his legs out as he looked at the some cars that sped by. "Yeah, you always do."
"They're gonna kill me."
Rating: This fic is gonna get pretty rough, so I'm gonna say pg-13 to R.
Special thanks to: Laurie Lasagna..thanks!
This is a short chapter..just to get things going..please tell me what you think! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Anyway..here we go:
Amore Del Fratello
"Another shift." Bosco sighed as he slammed the door on his locker, running his hands down his NYPD issued turtleneck. "Monroe, I don't want any of this volunteering for work today, just answer calls central sends our way."
Monroe clicked her tongue against her teeth. "Yeah Bosco, let's not do our job."
He groaned as they walked to roll call. "Would you shut your yap about our job? Our job is to answer calls, not go looking for them."
Swersky caught wind of their conversation, stopping them outside the roll call room. "Your job is to solve problems and get scumbags off the street."
Monroe flashed Bosco a satisfied look as she settled down in a desk in the back of the room. Bosco lifted his index finger, "Not a word." ~~
Bosco glanced at Monroe from the driver's side after about thirty minutes into the shift, nothing had happened. He licked his lips and leaned his head against the car window, sighing deeply. "Why are you so quiet?"
She shifted her weight, watching people walk down the street as she did. "Don't really have anything to say. Why are you so quiet?" She emphasized you as she pointed at him.
"I guess for the same reason."
She knew this might make him mad but she wanted to ask anyway. "You never talk much about your personal life."
He quickly averted his eyes towards her. "My personal life?"
"Yeah, like if you have any siblings, your parents, all that stuff." She smiled, hoping he wouldn't get annoyed with her asking him.
Bosco sighed again, wondering why exactly she wanted to know. "I have a brother. My ma works in a bar."
"Are you and your brother close?"
He arched his eyebrow. "Why all the questions?"
"Why answer a question with a question?" She shot back, knowing she went over the edge with her last question.
He ran his fingers over the steering wheel. "You obviously don't know me, Sasha."
"Hence why I'm asking you questions, so I can get to know my partner."
"Okay, here's the deal. My brother and I used to be close. He got involved in drugs, I of course didn't approve, we don't see each other much anymore, just when I catch him selling dope to little kids and arrest his sorry ass for doing it."
Sasha ran her hand over her hair. "You arrested your brother?"
"Yeah, why does everyone ask that when I tell them? It's like something so unbelievable."
She shook her head. "No, you just don't hear of it very often, a brother arresting his own flesh and blood. But you said he was dealing to kids, I don't blame you."
"Seriously?"
She shook her head once more. "Seriously."
"5-5 David, respond to 1-9-8 Ocean and Plaza Street, domestic in progress." ~~
Bosco quickly pulled the car up to the curb, watching the husband and wife fight on the sidewalk of the street. The man abruptly got in her face, making an action as if he were going to hit her, so Bosco pulled him away.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bosco grabbed his arm, waiting for him to reply.
"This bitch is kicking me out of the apartment I have been paying for! She doesn't work, she doesn't make the money, and she's kicking me out!!" The man threw his arms in the air, pacing back in forth in front of Bosco as Monroe talked to the lady.
Monroe glanced over her shoulder, making sure Bosco and the guy were going okay, and then she averted her attention to the lady, pretty sure she'd hear the same thing over and over again. "Ma'am, can you tell me what the problem is?"
The lady glanced at Monroe. "My name is Belinda, not ma'am."
Monroe couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Okay Belinda, can you tell me what's up?"
Belinda arched her eyebrow, looking at her husband and then back to Monroe. "I caught him cheating on me. I want him gone but he won't leave!"
Monroe noticed some bruises on Belinda around her eyes and on her arms. "Belinda, does he beat you?" She kept her voice low so he couldn't hear.
She looked down at the sidewalk, her eyes filling with tears. "I.. I can't say." She stammered on her words.
"Why can't you say? If he has, we can get him put away and you won't have to worry about it. We just need you to say if he does or not."
Belinda ran her fingers over some freshly formed welts. "Yeah. Yeah he does." She nodded.
"Okay, we'll take him in." ~~
Bosco leaned back in his chair as Monroe came back, a smile on her face.
"You get him all processed?" Bosco clicked a pen and began to write what he called a report.
She sat down at her desk, her smile still painted across her face. "Yeah, it's all complete. Let's hope she sticks by it and decides to go through with pressing the charges."
He nodded. "Why are you smiling so much?"
"I don't know, that call just made me feel good." She shrugged as she looked at the clock. "And it's almost quitting time, I'm ready to go home."
Bosco smirked. "Yeah, domestics make me feel all warm and tingly inside." Sarcasm was evident in his tone of voice. "Get going on that paperwork and we can get home sooner than you think."
Swersky walked in, a small pink paper in his grasp. He set it down on Bosco's desk. "This came in earlier, about an hour ago. I'm not sure who it was, they asked for you and left this number, that was it."
Bosco grabbed the paper, reading the number. Shaking his head, he spoke, "It's Mikey. Thanks Boss."
"You got it."
He turned to look at Monroe, the missed call paper between his index and middle finger. "Dammit, he probably needs some money or something."
"You don't know that Bosco."
He sighed, picking up the phone. "Yeah, I do. He never calls for anything else." He dialed the number, waiting as the under rang and then someone picked up.
"Hello?" It was Mikey's voice, Bosco recognized it right off.
"Mikey." His voice was light. "You called?"
Mikey paused. "Yeah, yeah I did. How are you doing Maurice?"
Bosco slammed his hand down on the desk, his anger flaring. Mikey always started out conversations like that when he wanted something or was in some type of trouble. "Spare me the small talk bullshit and tell me what is going on, and what exactly it is that you need."
"Maurice, why do you think I need something? Maybe I just wanted to pick up the phone and see how you were doing."
"Yeah Mikey, so next you are going to tell me you are clean, no drugs, no crime filled life? If you tell me that you fucking might as well start funeral arrangements 'cause my ass will surely be deader than a door nail."
Monroe decided to leave the room, she wasn't sure she wanted to hear one side of this conversation, if any. She just didn't feel right so she made her way to the roll call room, hoping things would go smoothly for Bosco and his brother.
"Maurice man! Can you meet me somewhere? I'd rather talk to you in person." Mikey sighed heavily on the other end, sounding refreshed after asking him that.
Bosco ran his hand over his hair, barely noticing Monroe was gone. He tapped his pen on the papers in front of him, disliking Mikey at the moment for putting him on the spot. "I'm not sure I want to Mikey."
"Why the hell not? I just need to talk to you, and over the phone just doesn't seem right."
"Let me finish up here at work, I'll call you when I get home." He hung up the phone quickly, not even giving Mikey a chance to respond.
He walked into the roll call room, holding up his report. "I'm done with mine, how's yours going?"
"I'm done too, I was just waiting on you." She stood up, grabbing her clipboard and pens. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Good. Fine." He nodded.
"Okay, well I'm gonna get out of here. It's already midnight." She looked at her watch. "See you later Bosco."
"Bye." He stood in the roll call room alone; the faint sound of typewriters and people's discussions over taking him though his mind blocked most of it out. What would it hurt to go visit him and see what was up? Maybe he did have good news and he wanted to celebrate. Or worse, maybe he was in deep trouble and needed Bosco. He'd never know unless he went to see.
With that thought he hurried to the locker room, dressed, and made his way to his car, quickly dialing Mikey's number once more.
"Mikey, meet me at Battery Park. I'm ten minutes out."
"Okay, see you in a few."
Bosco heard the dial tone after that last comment and sped the car up; suddenly feeling anxious to get there, the suspense was killing him. He wasn't sure if it was him wanting to actually see Mikey for once or him wanting to know what was up. Either way, he'd know in a few short minutes. ~~
He walked slowly to a park bench where Mikey was waiting. His heart skipped a few beats as the leaves crackled under his shoes. "Mikey?"
His younger brother quickly turned his head, his eyes wide as he saw his older brother before him. "Maurice.." He stood up. "Hey man, long time no see."
Bosco sniffed, taking in the cold New York air. "Yeah. So what do you need to talk to me about?" He sat down, Mikey following him.
"Maurice, I need your help."
Bosco placed his hands in his coat pocket, stretching his legs out as he looked at the some cars that sped by. "Yeah, you always do."
"They're gonna kill me."