Tragedies of Life

Summery: Bosco's life has been tumbling down around him lately, and he looses more and more of himself as he goes on. But how much can one man take and loose before he finally breaks?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, They're Tribunes I think… not too sure. I am not making any money on this and it is just for fun… so as much as I may wish that I did own Jason Wiles of even his character Bosco… it's not going to happen

Warnings: I do not live in New York and have no idea about streets in New York and any big City cuz I don't live in one… I have no knowledge of police protocol except what I gather from the show so there's bound to be mistakes so if you notice any just tell me and if it can be fixed I'll fix it.



The tragedy of life,
Is what dies inside a man while he lives.
-Albert Einstein


Prologue

Faith stared at her partner in silent sorrow. Everyday she watched him she was reminded painfully that he had changed, for the best or worst she wasn't sure. He had matured with all the recent events, but he had also lost a little of that spark that lit his eyes so brilliantly when he smiled.

Now he rarely smiled and she knew he was sinking deeper and deeper into depression but she had no idea what to do. He wouldn't confide in her anymore, maybe before, but not now. Their friendship was hanging on by mere strings, and they both knew it. The blame was with her and she knew it, when she hadn't told him about her cancer something bent, and when she lied about the abortion it broke. Something had snapped in Bosco and he realized that Faith had never fully rusted him.

She sighed as she looked back out the window, wishing the pain the quilt brought would go away. He thought he didn't need anyone and he could handle all that happened on his own, and she hated that she had ripped the one person he would talk to away. She had forced the gap in their relationship and now he was suffering even more than was absolutely necessary.

Bosco tried to concentrate on his driving but he couldn't. Faith was staring at him again, why the hell did she keep doing that? It was like she was just waiting for him to crack so she would be there to pick up the damn pieces. She always had to end up being the one helping someone, to be a hero in someone's eyes. He briefly noted that he too needed to be the hero in situations, that he needed to be the strong one. But at least everyone knew he was a glory hog, Faith was more deceitful about it.

He looked at her as she sighed and began to look out the window. There was a time that the silence was comfortable between them…but now wasn't the time. He needed to hear her voice for reasons unknown, other than it made him feel a little less hallow inside.

Lately that was how he had been feeling, empty and hallow inside like he had lost a piece of himself and he was just a shell of his former self, and lately he 'had' been walking around like some kind of zombie. It had taken a lot out of him to lie to everybody about what he heard… but when he lied to Faith about that something had died in him. The little hope that he had harbored that their friendship would be okay was suddenly washed away and he realized just how bad the situation really was. It appalled him to think that he could lie to her so easily… and about something as big as that.

"55- David a reported dead body South on 3rd, you're being requested by 55- Charlie." The radio made them both jump from their thoughts.

"10-4 South on 3rd." Faith answered into the radio and the headed off, neither saying a word to the other.

They pulled up behind 55- Charlie and got out of the car at the same time. Davis and Sully watched the two walked over. Davis was worried about Bosco, lately he held himself in a different manner and he said very little. Even Alex had noticed it and had even brought it up during dinner one night. Sully on the other hand couldn't give a shit about what was troubling the young officer, he was still trying to deal with his own inner demons. "The poor bastard probably never knew who did it." Sully stated and the laughed, "but whoever did sure the hell was pissed. Shot him 3 times in his Johnson… and you know that wouldn't kill him but the other 6 to various parts of his body and the one that blew the side of his face off sure the hell did."

"Why the hell did you ask for assistance for a damn dead body Sullivan?' Bosco asked annoyed. "I'm pretty sure he ain't gonna get up and run." Bosco said as he walked up to the front of the taxicab to get a look.

"I wouldn't Bosc…" Davis tried but it was too late Bosco had already turned several shades paler and was holding a hand to his mouth. "It's bad…"

Bosco started shaking as he looked at the body of the one man he hated the most but still loved. Maggots and flies had already started to cover the body but Bosco could never mistake that face. His eyes were closed so he couldn't see the cold hatred in them and his hard square jaw was not set in an angry frown but was slightly ajar, but it was him and Bosco felt as if his heart had been ripped out and torn in two. "No…" he managed to mumble before he turned around and began to rid himself of his lunch. "No," he mumbled louder as he felt the despair fill his heart. "no, no, no, no, NO!" He ended up screaming before he began running from the scene.

Faith ran to the front of the taxi and gasped in horror. "What the hell just happened Faith?" Davis asked his voice lined with genuine worry.

"That's his father…" Faith said as she started to run after Bosco.

"Wait Faith I'll go after him I'm faster." Davis said as he headed off after Bosco


I was trying to finish this story before I posted it but I couldn't wait I NEED feed back so R&R and hopefully you enjoyed it!