TITLE: Shattered
AUTHOR: AngelOfMystery
E-MAIL: liquidthalassa@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13 (due to references of rape)
SPOILERS: 10-31's Eppy "Good Bye to All of That"
SUMMARY: While Cruz is in the hospital after being raped, she finds an unlikely ally: Bosco.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow, I haven't posted anything in a long time! Here's a short fic I thought up after seeing tonight's (10-31) eppy. I don't know where I'm going with it truthfully; hopefully it'll turn out good either way! Please read and let me know what you think. Thanx!
*A/N2: Let's pretend Faith stayed in the hospital for oh say the whole night/day (gives Bosco a reason to be at the hospital). This is not really a Bosco/Cruz fic either- more like two cops when even though they are "enemies" put that aside and look out for each other.
Here's the story:
PART ONE: Aftermath
She wanted to cry, her eyes burned with unshed tears, yet she couldn't. Not here, at the hospital and certainly not in public. So she sat trying not to feel the pain washing over her, wishing for the numbness she so desperately wanted- and needed. It was late, yet Mercy still hadn't slowed down a bit. GSW, couple MVAs, a drunk, a old man clutching his chest in pain...she sat there, in her quartered off area watching. Monroe was gone, momentarily at least. Do you want some coffee, she asked. She would have told her to F-off she wasn't being so nice.
"Cruz?" Monroe said suddenly standing next to her.
She looked up. "How'd you get here so fast?" She asked quietly.
Monroe lifted her eyebrow. "I've been gone for half an hour, Sergeant." She said.
"Oh." she said shaking her head as if struggling to wake from a daze. "It only felt like five minutes."
Monroe placed Cruz's coffee on a stainless steel tray nearby and held onto hers as she sat down. They were face to face now, only a foot or two apart.
"Look" Monroe said easing into it. "If you want to talk, I'm here."
Cruz looked up brown eyes liquid. "Talk about what?" She asked, a bit of her attitude seeping in.
Monroe fought the urge to roll her eyes. But this was Sergeant Maritza Cruz, the Bitch from Hell, it was to be expected. "You don't have to play that tough-ass game with me." Monroe said looking into Cruz's eyes, making sure she got the point. "You were raped. That's not something that goes away. It's the worst thing that could happen to a woman. All I'm saying is I'm here for you. We can talk- woman to woman." She took a sip of coffee and waited.
Cruz was silent. Monroe stood stretching slightly. She looked at her watch. It was late. Too late for her taste. "Look, I gotta get going."
"It's all right. Go." Cruz replied turning in the chair for her coffee.
"You're sure?" Monroe asked.
Silence. "Yeah, go on. Get so sleep. I'll just be here- at the hospital."
Monroe headed for the door and started to put on her coat. "Remember. If you need anything- to talk or whatever- just call." she said emphasizing her words to get through to Cruz.
"Mmmhhm," was Cruz's reply.
Turning in the doorway Monroe tried to offer some sort of comfort. "We'll get this guy. With the DNA and video I shot of him, we'll get him."
Cruz turned her head and met Monroe's eyes. "And when we do, there's going to be Hell to pay. That sonofabitch is gonna know what force it." Though spoken quietly there was no mistaking the venom in it. With that Monroe turned and left.
***
God she hated hospitals. It was amazing she stayed this long, held it together all this time. How long had it been an hour? No two. Definitely two. She wanted to leave, to go home. But they wanted her there. Rape kit, STD tests, the pictures. She asked for something for the pain. The nurse looked at her and told her she'd be back shortly. That was 25 minutes ago and Maritza Cruz was starting to wear down. Too much. Too much of everything. She just wanted to cry- and scream and blow that bastard's testicles off with her 9mm. But that last part was just going to have to wait.
***
Maurice Boscorelli walked through the doors of Mercy Hospital with apprehension. He wanted to see Faith, to find out what was wrong but Fred kept getting in the way. Did Faith really not want to see him? He couldn't bring himself to accept that. Not now, not ever. He walked through the main hall, peaking into the rooms knowing they might've moved Faith a few hours ago. He turned the corner and looked in. He stopped dead in his tracks. Her. Sergeant Cruz. The bane in his life. What's she doing here, he asked himself. That's when he saw them. Bruises, lots of them. Bosco lightly knocked on her door; he knew he shouldn't be in her business after everything that went down, though something was off. Something about the way she held herself-almost like a scared child- made him knock again.
She looked up, brown eyes twinkling with tears. She didn't say anything. Not a damn thing just looked at him. Almost pleading for him to come in. Slowly he opened the door, making sure she knew he was coming in. Finally when it was open he was speechless. What to say to the woman who ruined almost everything in your life?
"I was in the neighborhood." He said immediately regretting it. How lame, he thought. "I was going to see if Faith was around." He added.
She looked away, a golden hand quickly wiping at her eye. Bosco sat down in the chair Monroe occupied an hour before. He just looked at her, using his eyes to pick up the details.
Her hair was stringy, not neat and bouncy like normal. Her golden skin looked a notch or two paler, her lips ruby from biting them. Her brown eyes puffy and liquid with tears. A shaky hand fiercely wiped one away. Bosco allowed his vision to trail to her neck line. Bruises. Her arms the same. Damn, he thought, what happened?
Bosco leaned closer to her. She smelled like cheap perfume, not her style. "Sergeant?" He asked quietly. No answer. "Maritza?" He tried. She looked up. "What happened?"
Eye to eye they stared. He watched her eyes go from glazed to welling with tears. They started falling, one by one. Without thinking he reached out and gently wiped them away.
"I-I was sick of patrol" She said shaky. "I asked Lieu if I could get a detail. Just Monroe and me. Bringing down this hooker place." She stopped and sobbed.
Bosco waited patiently for her to continue. "I was the bait; Monroe was in the van outside from video taping the Johns as they walked out. I should've been able to handle it."
Bosco suddenly felt a rush of panic. "I was raped." She said. He almost couldn't understand her through the sobs. She broke down, cupping her face in her hands. He moved closer lightly lifting her chin up, she straightened and Bosco placed her arm around her moving her into his arms. Her chin met the coolness of his uniform badge he had yet to change out of.
"Shhh." He said. "Everything'll be all right."
He looked down, catching a glimpse of her stomach. He felt sick. What sick and twisted bastard would do this?
After some time she calmed.
"Did they do a rape kit?" He asked quietly.
He felt her nod.
"Good."
Silence engulfed them.
"It hurts Bosco." She whispered. He was almost startled by her openness but he reminded himself what had happened to her.
"Am I hurting you?" He asked, realizing he could be pressing on bruises.
"No."
***
Within 15 minutes Cruz was asleep in his arms. He didn't dare wake her. He couldn't possible know what she went through, he could only imagine. A nightmare.
He heard the door open and a nurse with large glasses and big hair walked in already talking. "Miss Cruz, sorry for the wait-" She stopped when she say her and Bosco.
"She fell asleep." He said.
"I just came to bring some pain reducers for her, she was complaining about the pain." The nurse said, holding out a small white cup with two beige pills in it. Bosco took it and set it on the steel tray.
"Thank you." He said.
"Miss Cruz left the next of kin area blank on her forms. I asked if there was anyone who could take her in- for tonight at least, considering what happened- and she said there was no one. You being an Officer, do you know of anyone she can go to?"
Bosco took in a breath. There was Monroe, Bosco knew. But despite everything they weren't close. "I'll take her." He said. Hoping he wasn't making another mistake. She just kept pulling him into her web. "I can take her home with me." He said again, meeting the nurse's gaze.
"Okay. She needs to be signed out and you're free to go."
"Is there anything I should know? Medicine or care wise?" Bosco asked.
"Extra strength Tylenol for the pain should do, rest, someone there to talk to. I left some pamphlets in her purse; tell her to look through them. Her test results should be ready in two weeks, she get the information in the mail." Bosco nodded understanding and waited till the nurse left.
"Maritza? We have to go now. Get up." She slowly came to, her eyes rimmed red. "We'll sign you out then get you got of here."
"Hmmmm." She said.
"Oh, here's some pain pills. Nurse brought them in."
She took them and swallowed dry, refusing Bosco's coffee cup.
***
Ten minutes later and they were in Bosco's car. It was cold out; he gave her his coat to keep warm and drove off.
She looked around. "Where are we going?" She asked groggy.
He looked over at her. "My place. You're staying with me tonight."
She didn't argue only asked, "Why not mine?"
"Truthfully, it brings back memories I rather not think about. Memories of betrayal, lies, the place where everything spun off its axis and I got screwed over." He said. "No pun intended."
He looked over and saw her smile. He just shook his head and watch her rest her head against the window.
God, he thought. What did I get myself into?
TO BE CONTINUED! (seriously) [Unless people hate it, which I don't think. Please review and tell me what you think!!!]
AUTHOR: AngelOfMystery
E-MAIL: liquidthalassa@yahoo.com
RATING: PG-13 (due to references of rape)
SPOILERS: 10-31's Eppy "Good Bye to All of That"
SUMMARY: While Cruz is in the hospital after being raped, she finds an unlikely ally: Bosco.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow, I haven't posted anything in a long time! Here's a short fic I thought up after seeing tonight's (10-31) eppy. I don't know where I'm going with it truthfully; hopefully it'll turn out good either way! Please read and let me know what you think. Thanx!
*A/N2: Let's pretend Faith stayed in the hospital for oh say the whole night/day (gives Bosco a reason to be at the hospital). This is not really a Bosco/Cruz fic either- more like two cops when even though they are "enemies" put that aside and look out for each other.
Here's the story:
PART ONE: Aftermath
She wanted to cry, her eyes burned with unshed tears, yet she couldn't. Not here, at the hospital and certainly not in public. So she sat trying not to feel the pain washing over her, wishing for the numbness she so desperately wanted- and needed. It was late, yet Mercy still hadn't slowed down a bit. GSW, couple MVAs, a drunk, a old man clutching his chest in pain...she sat there, in her quartered off area watching. Monroe was gone, momentarily at least. Do you want some coffee, she asked. She would have told her to F-off she wasn't being so nice.
"Cruz?" Monroe said suddenly standing next to her.
She looked up. "How'd you get here so fast?" She asked quietly.
Monroe lifted her eyebrow. "I've been gone for half an hour, Sergeant." She said.
"Oh." she said shaking her head as if struggling to wake from a daze. "It only felt like five minutes."
Monroe placed Cruz's coffee on a stainless steel tray nearby and held onto hers as she sat down. They were face to face now, only a foot or two apart.
"Look" Monroe said easing into it. "If you want to talk, I'm here."
Cruz looked up brown eyes liquid. "Talk about what?" She asked, a bit of her attitude seeping in.
Monroe fought the urge to roll her eyes. But this was Sergeant Maritza Cruz, the Bitch from Hell, it was to be expected. "You don't have to play that tough-ass game with me." Monroe said looking into Cruz's eyes, making sure she got the point. "You were raped. That's not something that goes away. It's the worst thing that could happen to a woman. All I'm saying is I'm here for you. We can talk- woman to woman." She took a sip of coffee and waited.
Cruz was silent. Monroe stood stretching slightly. She looked at her watch. It was late. Too late for her taste. "Look, I gotta get going."
"It's all right. Go." Cruz replied turning in the chair for her coffee.
"You're sure?" Monroe asked.
Silence. "Yeah, go on. Get so sleep. I'll just be here- at the hospital."
Monroe headed for the door and started to put on her coat. "Remember. If you need anything- to talk or whatever- just call." she said emphasizing her words to get through to Cruz.
"Mmmhhm," was Cruz's reply.
Turning in the doorway Monroe tried to offer some sort of comfort. "We'll get this guy. With the DNA and video I shot of him, we'll get him."
Cruz turned her head and met Monroe's eyes. "And when we do, there's going to be Hell to pay. That sonofabitch is gonna know what force it." Though spoken quietly there was no mistaking the venom in it. With that Monroe turned and left.
***
God she hated hospitals. It was amazing she stayed this long, held it together all this time. How long had it been an hour? No two. Definitely two. She wanted to leave, to go home. But they wanted her there. Rape kit, STD tests, the pictures. She asked for something for the pain. The nurse looked at her and told her she'd be back shortly. That was 25 minutes ago and Maritza Cruz was starting to wear down. Too much. Too much of everything. She just wanted to cry- and scream and blow that bastard's testicles off with her 9mm. But that last part was just going to have to wait.
***
Maurice Boscorelli walked through the doors of Mercy Hospital with apprehension. He wanted to see Faith, to find out what was wrong but Fred kept getting in the way. Did Faith really not want to see him? He couldn't bring himself to accept that. Not now, not ever. He walked through the main hall, peaking into the rooms knowing they might've moved Faith a few hours ago. He turned the corner and looked in. He stopped dead in his tracks. Her. Sergeant Cruz. The bane in his life. What's she doing here, he asked himself. That's when he saw them. Bruises, lots of them. Bosco lightly knocked on her door; he knew he shouldn't be in her business after everything that went down, though something was off. Something about the way she held herself-almost like a scared child- made him knock again.
She looked up, brown eyes twinkling with tears. She didn't say anything. Not a damn thing just looked at him. Almost pleading for him to come in. Slowly he opened the door, making sure she knew he was coming in. Finally when it was open he was speechless. What to say to the woman who ruined almost everything in your life?
"I was in the neighborhood." He said immediately regretting it. How lame, he thought. "I was going to see if Faith was around." He added.
She looked away, a golden hand quickly wiping at her eye. Bosco sat down in the chair Monroe occupied an hour before. He just looked at her, using his eyes to pick up the details.
Her hair was stringy, not neat and bouncy like normal. Her golden skin looked a notch or two paler, her lips ruby from biting them. Her brown eyes puffy and liquid with tears. A shaky hand fiercely wiped one away. Bosco allowed his vision to trail to her neck line. Bruises. Her arms the same. Damn, he thought, what happened?
Bosco leaned closer to her. She smelled like cheap perfume, not her style. "Sergeant?" He asked quietly. No answer. "Maritza?" He tried. She looked up. "What happened?"
Eye to eye they stared. He watched her eyes go from glazed to welling with tears. They started falling, one by one. Without thinking he reached out and gently wiped them away.
"I-I was sick of patrol" She said shaky. "I asked Lieu if I could get a detail. Just Monroe and me. Bringing down this hooker place." She stopped and sobbed.
Bosco waited patiently for her to continue. "I was the bait; Monroe was in the van outside from video taping the Johns as they walked out. I should've been able to handle it."
Bosco suddenly felt a rush of panic. "I was raped." She said. He almost couldn't understand her through the sobs. She broke down, cupping her face in her hands. He moved closer lightly lifting her chin up, she straightened and Bosco placed her arm around her moving her into his arms. Her chin met the coolness of his uniform badge he had yet to change out of.
"Shhh." He said. "Everything'll be all right."
He looked down, catching a glimpse of her stomach. He felt sick. What sick and twisted bastard would do this?
After some time she calmed.
"Did they do a rape kit?" He asked quietly.
He felt her nod.
"Good."
Silence engulfed them.
"It hurts Bosco." She whispered. He was almost startled by her openness but he reminded himself what had happened to her.
"Am I hurting you?" He asked, realizing he could be pressing on bruises.
"No."
***
Within 15 minutes Cruz was asleep in his arms. He didn't dare wake her. He couldn't possible know what she went through, he could only imagine. A nightmare.
He heard the door open and a nurse with large glasses and big hair walked in already talking. "Miss Cruz, sorry for the wait-" She stopped when she say her and Bosco.
"She fell asleep." He said.
"I just came to bring some pain reducers for her, she was complaining about the pain." The nurse said, holding out a small white cup with two beige pills in it. Bosco took it and set it on the steel tray.
"Thank you." He said.
"Miss Cruz left the next of kin area blank on her forms. I asked if there was anyone who could take her in- for tonight at least, considering what happened- and she said there was no one. You being an Officer, do you know of anyone she can go to?"
Bosco took in a breath. There was Monroe, Bosco knew. But despite everything they weren't close. "I'll take her." He said. Hoping he wasn't making another mistake. She just kept pulling him into her web. "I can take her home with me." He said again, meeting the nurse's gaze.
"Okay. She needs to be signed out and you're free to go."
"Is there anything I should know? Medicine or care wise?" Bosco asked.
"Extra strength Tylenol for the pain should do, rest, someone there to talk to. I left some pamphlets in her purse; tell her to look through them. Her test results should be ready in two weeks, she get the information in the mail." Bosco nodded understanding and waited till the nurse left.
"Maritza? We have to go now. Get up." She slowly came to, her eyes rimmed red. "We'll sign you out then get you got of here."
"Hmmmm." She said.
"Oh, here's some pain pills. Nurse brought them in."
She took them and swallowed dry, refusing Bosco's coffee cup.
***
Ten minutes later and they were in Bosco's car. It was cold out; he gave her his coat to keep warm and drove off.
She looked around. "Where are we going?" She asked groggy.
He looked over at her. "My place. You're staying with me tonight."
She didn't argue only asked, "Why not mine?"
"Truthfully, it brings back memories I rather not think about. Memories of betrayal, lies, the place where everything spun off its axis and I got screwed over." He said. "No pun intended."
He looked over and saw her smile. He just shook his head and watch her rest her head against the window.
God, he thought. What did I get myself into?
TO BE CONTINUED! (seriously) [Unless people hate it, which I don't think. Please review and tell me what you think!!!]
