Revenge Of Misery Chapter 1: Default Chapter, a third watch fanfic

Title: Revenge of Misery

Spoilers: The Truth and Other Lies

Summary: After the smoke clears.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the NBC show Third Watch. The song is called, 'Mad World' by Gary Jules.

All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces

Bright and early for the daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

It just pisses me off knowing some things can't be prevented. When you're a cop, you see things everyday, that hell, you wish you didn't. People are harsh to this world and the truth is it would be such a better place without them.

The tears are filling up their glasses

No expression, no expression

Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow

No tomorrow, no tomorrow

Humans have a tendency to seek revenge. Revenge is caused my pain, whether it's physical, emotional, and mental. I see this happen everyday.

And I find it kind of funny

I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had

Once this guy kills his brother fighting over whether a star or angel should go on top of the Christmas tree. The guy spent Christmas Day in jail. I know it sounds funny, hilarious really, but the truth is its god damn sad. I see it too much now a day.

I find it hard to tell you

I find it hard to take

At work I see Cruz constantly bending some rule to try and seek retribution on the person who sold drugs to her low-life sister. She lives in a fantasy world and the center of her life is focused on getting this guy, when she doesn't even realize that he didn't actually shove the fucking drugs down her throat. It's just a sense of revenge for the pain he put her through.

When people run in circles its a very very

Mad World

So now I stare at my hands, my hands that were recently coated with Faith and Cruz's blood. I've been sitting in this small waiting room for several hours now, just watching nurses and officers walk by me. Some don't acknowledge me, while some others stare. Everyone is curious how Officer Yokas and Srgt. Cruz got shot, and probably how Erin Noble was killed in his hotel room in Melrose, which is oh, such a god damned shame.

I'm numb now as I stare at my clasped hands in front of me. I can still see the bloody stains. The painful expressions of Faith and Cruz are still embedded in my head. I can still hear the thump of bodies falling on the floor and when I close my eyes, I disappear into a never ending nightmare.

Fat 'Ol Sullivan is sitting near the door with an annoyed expression on his face. Baldy's along side of him doing absolutely nothing. Swersky ordered them to watch me until he got back from the DA's office, like I was going to run away. Lieutenant Dave just left after threatening me to keep my trap shut about Cruz, like I really care what the hell that son of a bitch says. As long as he doesn't walk back in, I can keep my mind cool. He's pissed enough that a Srgt got shot during his watch. It really wasn't like he cared though. He was just one of those easy-going-as-long-as-I-get-my-way types of guys. The world didn't need them.

I held my ACU badge in my hands and traced my fingers along the engraving, 'Boscorelli'. Tossing it on to the floor as a load of anger crashed down on me, it wasn't like it held much of a meaning anymore to me. ACU was just another lie, another form of ESU which just ate at my nerves. Like Hobart had done, like Cruz.

My eyes rose to meet Sullivan and Davis staring at me. "What the hell are you two looking at?" I hiss in annoyance towards them. It wasn't like we were friends, and here they were, watching me like a child. Both just looked at each other with a funny-oh-poor-Bosco kind of look smeared on there faces. "I aint' blind either." I muttered, my tone rising. I just rolled my eyes and stared at the badge on the floor, several feet away. Something didn't seem right. Nothing felt right anymore.

I no longer felt like putting up a fight with anyone. I know the truth now, an' let me tell yah', I'm not so thrilled about it. It had never occurred to me that the FBI could be in this. It was nice that Cruz made me look like a complete moron, and got me penalized for spoiling an entire operation on Richard Beuford. I really appreciated that. The laugh was on me I guess, Ol' Officer Boscorelli. Ha, what a joke.