A/n: Hello! I haven't wrote a Third Watch story since the first part of 2006 and this story kind of crept up to me today as I was listening to "Fall To Pieces" by Velvet Revolver. I'm not sure how the Third Watch Fandom of fanfiction is going but my muse would not let me rest until I attempted a new Third Watch story for the readers that remained out there. This is another Finney/Bosco story…so badly did I want to see a partnership on the show together!

Rating: PG-13 for now…

Spoilers: Sometime after CT Finney's death…

Special Thanks: Cosmic Castaway for reading it over and making sure it sounded okay for posting! Thanks!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Third Watch or the characters so please don't sue me! This is for entertainment purposes only!

Summary: The psychological aspect of a person's mind is a complicated thing to understand, but should never be ignored.

Fall To Pieces

Chapter One

"I love you, son."

"He said he loved me. He's never said that before."

Thunder echoed throughout the apartment, making the motionless body lying in the bed shoot up as heavy breathing overtook the almost silent room. Rain began to patter on the window outside as more lightning lit up the room, followed by huge claps of thunder that seemed to shake the entire city of New York.

Finney scooted across the bed, throwing his legs over the side and on to the cold wood floor beneath him. Running his hands through his sweat soaked hair, he quickly thought about what he was dreaming about before the thunder had awakened him from his slumber. It was of course about his father, he seemed to have a recurring dream every night about him. The dreams, or as Finney viewed it, nightmares ranged from his childhood all the way up to the moment he had found him dead in his garage, suicide ending it all for CT Finney.

He slowly walked to the window next to his bed, the wood creaking under his toes. Condensation had built up from the moisture on the outside so he ran his fingers through it, something he tended to do when he saw it on windows. The rain looked beautiful up against the lights of the city, falling between buildings, and hitting the streets below.

It had been a few months since suicide had claimed the life of his father but to Finney it just seemed like yesterday. The pain deep inside of him still haunted him as well as the images of his dad's lifeless body inside of his car. He wasn't sure if it was hard for him to handle because his father was actually gone or if it was how his family was handling it. Either way it wasn't doing good things to Finney, his physical features were definitely showing some ware and tear on his body.

He continued to stare out the window and to the street below as people ran down the sidewalks, dodging the cold water that streamed from the sky. It was 2:30 in the morning but there were people out as if it was noon, but that was nothing out of the ordinary for the city that never sleeps. He knew one thing; he would not be falling back to sleep for awhile, the dreams of his father had that sort of impact on him and insomnia seemed to set in like clockwork.

"I'm reassigning partners effective when this shift starts," Swersky replied, standing up in the front of the roll call room behind his podium. "Sully and Davis, you will be back together in 5-5 Charlie, Bosco you and Finney will ride together in 5-5 David. That is all, eyes and ears open out there."

Bosco narrowed his eyes, not sure what the deal was with Swersky changing things up. For the past couple of weeks he had been riding with Sasha now that Faith had been promoted to the ranks of detective. Now suddenly he was put with Junior, the one person on their shift he wanted to avoid the most. He quickly caught up with Swersky before radio check out, hoping he could get some answers from his superior.

"Lieu, what's with the switch? Weren't things working out okay?"

Swersky shifted the paper work in his grasp. "If you notice, your previous partner is no longer part of the 55th."

Bosco flashed him a questionable look, realizing that Monroe wasn't there. "What happened to her?"

"She transferred to the 15th precinct, that's all I know. You will work with Finney and things will go great. I suggest you get out on the streets rather than stand here and talk to me all day."

Bosco nodded, fighting off saying anything else about Finney and how he didn't want to even spend five minutes with him. He walked past the line for radios, glaring at Finney as he did.

"Boy wonder, grab me one, I'll be waiting in the RMP."

Finney took in a deep sigh, realizing at that very moment that it was going to be the longest shift of his life. He had only dealt with Bosco a little bit since he had been on the force, but had heard enough stories from other officers about how he worked and the type of policeman he truly was. He didn't care though honestly, he had so much other crap on his mind at the moment that Bosco was the least of his worries.

Bosco wasn't sure how to take Finney. From what he could tell from the past, Finney was quite a bit like him but looking at him at this moment he wouldn't think so. He was being way too quiet which was fine to Bosco, but it just didn't seem like the Finney he thought he had known. The kid looked like he had been ran over by a street sweeper. He had huge bags under his eyes and pasty skin, like he hadn't slept in weeks.

"You need some caffeine or something man?" Bosco asked, not able to handle the quiet much longer.

Finney shrugged as he stared out at people walking on the nearby sidewalks. "No."

Bosco chewed on the inside of his cheek as he thought. "Look if we are going to be forced as partners then we gotta have communication. We've gotta sit by each other in this damn car for 8 hours."

"I'm just not in the mood to talk, I got a lot on my mind."

"Like every red-blooded human being." Bosco parked the car on the edge of Central Park, saying a silent prayer that they'd get a call or something to break the awkwardness around them. It was as if the dispatcher read his mind, the radio dispatching them to 44th and 6th where a fight had broken out at a pub on the corner.

Bosco parked the car right up beside where the fight took place but the perpetrators ignored the fact that the police had arrived and continued to swing at each other. Finney stood back, not even making the first move on the situation like he did in the past. In his head he wasn't even thinking about the confrontation, it was as if his mind was blank of anything and everything, like a trance.

Bosco shot him a blank stare, wondering why he hadn't even moved away from the car with him. "Hey Junior, did you come to work or sleep? Get over here."

Finney hadn't even realized he was still standing next to the RMP until Bosco had pointed it out. 'Wake up dumb ass,' he thought as he moved in the direction he actually needed to go.

"Break it up" Bosco yelled, pushing himself in between both of them. A lot of times he would just let the people fight through it but this fight had no signs of ending so it was time for intervention. "You two are wasting everyone's time now break up before I put a bullet in your leg!"

Finney just continued to stand there, allowing Bosco to control the situation. He seemed to have it under control. After a few more minutes the two drunks had parted ways, neither wanting to press charges on each other. Bosco was thankful of that, hauling a drunk in the back of an RMP never meant fun.

"What the hell happened back at that call?" Bosco asked, worried that he had a robot as a partner. "Did you take a tranquilizer before work or something?"

"You had it under control."

"What happened to the Finney that was the first to react?"

Finney arched his eyebrow; not sure what Bosco was getting at. "I'm a bit confused by what you mean. I'm acting like I always do."

Bosco shook his head in disgust as he parked the RMP at the station house, thankful it was now 11:00 and time to call it a night.

"Tomorrow you better come in ready to work. Get out of this daze you have been in all day or I'll beat it out of you."

He was no therapist but something was going on with the young officer. Normally he could careless but since he was now his partner he had to worry about the quality of work he did, or it was his ass out there.

Finney quickly got dressed back in his civvies and made a quick exit, not even wanting to talk to Davis as he ducked by everyone and out the door. He didn't want to go home just yet, that would mean he'd sit in silence and let his thoughts kidnap him and that was not his idea of fun at the moment.

What he had in mind was a nice tall mug of beer but wasn't sure what bar he wanted to grace his presence with. Haggerty's was definitely out of the question, he really didn't want to run in to co-workers and hear them say he was acting different too. He'd probably end up socking one of them and getting in more trouble than he needed at the moment.

Changing his mind abruptly, he went in to a corner bodega and bought a bottle of Jim Beam. He'd be drinking at home tonight, but definitely not alone. His thoughts would surely be there with him, disabling any chance of him having anything positive come up in his mind. Their sole purpose would be to remind him of his harsh past that would always be in a shallow grave, creeping closer and closer to the surface.

He didn't even wait until he got in the door of his apartment; he just began chugging as he walked down the hallway. The bourbon whiskey burned as it went down his throat. He opened the door, revealing a living room that was in desperate need of cleaning.

He plopped down hard on the couch, pouring more of the poison into his body. As the memories came in he would drink more, as if his intention was to drown everything away. Within the hour he was asleep, sprawled out on the couch with half of the bottle remaining on the table beside him. Tomorrow he'd wake up with the same exact problems and a hangover to go with it.

TBC….

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