Authors: Cosmic Castaway (CCA) and Boscogirl
Rating: PG-13
Dedication: To Boscogirl and Bee thanks gals!
Summary: A family looking for the perfect son, a boy looking for family and well Bosco....stuck in the middle. (Boscogirl and CCA Collaboration)
Feedback: Always lovin' it!
Enjoy the story kiddies.
New York City. A city that has so many people living in one area and so many different kinds as well. You can have a generally nice person living next door to a rude and obnoxious person. Or you can have a good cut clean citizen living next door to trailer trash. But the thing that people don't understand is you can walk by a house and the people living in that particular home can be the next Ted Bundy and you would have no idea. You could walk by the house and wave to the person that is standing outside and not realizing your waving to a complete psychopathic maniac.
As night falls on the city that never sleeps there stands a particular house. It's not out of the ordinary; just your average big house that stands among the others out in the suburbs of the Bronx. Most people didn't know the homeowners and most didn't really care and didn't want to take the time for they had their own lives to live.
Every house has it's own voice and this particular dwelling had cast a dark nature about it causing an atmosphere of pure evil. Yet nobody could tell you anything was wrong because to them it was just another house on the block a normal house and nothing could be further from the truth.
A woman sits in the bed next to her beloved husband. She is reading Fundamentals of Raising Children. She has light brown hair that is pulled to the side, hanging off of her shoulder as she concentrates on her reading. Zoning out all of a sudden she stops reading and looks up from her book. Her husband notices her attention is no longer on the book but elsewhere.
"What is it honey?"
"Our son....we forgot to fed him."
Her husband smiled and then leaned over gently and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Well he didn't say anything, I'm sure the tiger is hungry."
Throwing the blankets that covered her cold feet the woman stands up and grabs the robe that is hanging off the doorway, she then begins to walk out of the room calling over her shoulder,
"Well he must have something, he's a growing boy."
"That he is." yelled the male as his wife disappeared into the dark hallway.
Walking down the stairs the woman went to the kitchen and grabbed the plate of food from the fridge and then walked back to the stairs. A set of keys on a key hanger sat so perfectly by the staircase and without hesitating the woman grabbed a special key and walked back to the kitchen. She walked over to a shelf and then putting the plate and key back down on a nearby counter she used both hands and then opened the movable shelf. It swung open and she than reached over and grabbed the plate and then walked down the cement stairs.
The door was only a couple steps away from the end of the stairs and she then, balancing the food plate just right, the woman placed the key into the lock and twisted it. Then she reached up above the lock and then unlocked the dead bolt making a loud clank as it moved out of the way and stepping onto her tiptoes she reached up further to unhook the chain.
Smiling she turned the knob and then stepped into the room flipping the switch on the wall.
"Honey, I have food for you, my perfect boy needs plenty food to make him strong and healthy."
She stopped and looked.
Waiting for his wife to come back from their sons room he continued to read the "New York Times" newspaper that is until his wife came running up and a plate smashed above his head. Wincing he looked at the doorway to see his wife standing with pure anger in her eyes.
"Another one died?"
"It's your FAULT. I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU....I knew I should of left food and water for him once a day, but you told me he was being spoiled and I LISTENED, I COULD KILL YOU I HATE YOU SO MUCH!"
Getting up from the bed he walked over to his wife and watched as her fury dissipated into sadness, he came and embraced her.
"It's okay sweety pie, besides he wasn't that great, a spoiled brat he was. So no way near our perfect son, don't worry he is out there just waiting to come home to us."
The wife looked up from her husbands loving enfold and placed her chin onto his chest as she smiled.
"Yes dear and he will love our home and us and he will truly will be our perfect son."
The couple smiled and then leaned in and kissed each other with passion. Biting her lip just a tiny bit the husband let go as she pulled away and grabbed his hand and they both went downstairs. They would spend all night getting rid of the body that was beginning to decompose in their basement.
Nobody paid any attention to the woman and child walking into the park. They didn't care they had their own thing to do and it wasn't strange to see one walking in the park. Only something was off with the woman, her face almost appeared wild enough you wouldn't dare come up to her.
"Let's stop here, okay?" The woman looking down.
The child that she was with didn't say anything just sat down on the park bench and watched his mother.
"Why don't you go and play." The child didn't hesitate and took off but stayed close. As she watched him she dug into her purse, a syringe slightly shining as the light struck it.
She smiled as the sun gleamed over the liquid she was about to send through her veins. She watched the boy running and playing and kept on smiling. She tapped the plastic syringe and watched as the liquid moved around. Slowly but surely she pressed the needle to her vein and relaxed as she felt the narcotic enter her body. She sighed as she stared at her boy playing with two other kids on the swings. Slowly her vision blurred and she passed out, no one even noticing there was a problem.
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"Bosco, what's up with your driving today?" Faith looked at him from the passenger seat, gripping the door handle at the same time.
Taking his eyes for just a second and looking over at his partner
"It's better then your usual driving." Teasing her, Bosco looked back to the street.
"I'm gonna be sore tomorrow. Or better yet, in the hospital. We are bound to hit something." She smiled at him while the inertia pushed her towards the door as he made a fast turn.
"I'm one of the best drivers, I'd never hit anything." Just then Bosco hit the brakes, a cat darting out in front of the car and him nearly missing it. "Stupid cat!"
"Yeah Boz, if your timing was off we could've had that cat for dinner." Faith snorted and laughed while looking back at the frightened cat.
"I can go back, this thing does have reverse." Coming to a stop and making it look like he going to shift back into reverse
"I think I'll settle for a cheeseburger, but thanks." Faith gave a disgusted look and watched as her adolescent partner joked around.
"Your loss." They continued "Speaking about food I'm hungry, you hungry?"
"Yeah, actually I am." A call rang out over the radio.
"55 David respond to the north entrance of central park, EMS needs assistance."
"Dammit." Bosco flipped on the lights and looked over at Faith "I swear they know we are thinking of food and they give us a call."
"Yeah Boz, everyone is out to get us." Her eyes widened as she queued the radio. "55 David to central, 10-4"
"They are and I know it."
Bosco and Faith stepped out of the squad both dawning on their caps and walking up to the two medics.
"So what do we have now?"
Carlos glanced up at them. "This girl is D.O.A on heroin." He went back to work.
"Hey where's Doc?" Noticing that Carlos was all by himself and without a partner.
"Doc's over there with this woman's kid. We found him playing on the swings."
"You mean this woman left her kid out here while she shot up?" Faith's anger showed through her tone in her voice.
"Unbelievable." Looking over at the kid, curiously Bosco began walking over "Come on." waving his hand a little for Faith to follow pursuit.
They approached the little boy who was now setting on a park bench. Doc was questioning him but the little boy was being as stubborn as ever.
Faith looked at the boy and back at Bosco.
"You know Boz, that boy kinda looks like you."
Bosco looked at his partner thinking she complete lost it.
"Faith did you forget to take the medication again, I thought we talked about this already."
Doc stood up and to the side. "Faith is right, he looks like a miniature size of you, has the stubborn to show for it to."
Bosco just shook his head "There's no way that kid could be mine."
"No one said it was yours, we just said he looked like you." Faith glared at him wondering why he was being so defensive.
"You know I could say the kid looks like you Faith." Bosco wasn't able to stop his mouth it just kind of popped out.
Carlos called from where he was working. "Guys, I found her I.D. you might need this for your report or something." He held it up and motioned towards them.
Bosco turned and walked over back to the dead woman and to the medic and grabbed the I.D. from him. Looking it over he could of laughed right there. It had to be some kind of mistake this couldn't be her, there was no way. He glanced back down at the woman and back at the I.D that claimed it was her. Maybe she stole the wallet but there was no mistaken it was the same woman only now dead. Didn't mean the kid was his, could it?
"What's wrong Bosco, you look like you have seen a ghost." Faith stared at him as he glanced down at the I.D. of the motionless body on the ground.
Carlos interrupted, "Do you know this girl Bosco?"
"You could say that, she was my girlfriend for some time....Lexi," shaking his head "what have you done?" mummering this under his breath.
Doc walked back over with the kid. "He checked out fine, in perfect physical condition."
"Boz, your girlfriend? Doc, did the kid mention his name to you? Faith couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Yeah the only thing the kid said was Casey." The kid looked up at his name but refused to say another word just looked up at the adults surrounding him.
Faith bent down beside the little boy and ran her hand over his auburn hair. "Casey, can you tell me your last name?" Casey turned away.
"Please Casey, it'll only help me if you tell us."
Casey began to speak. "Casey Boscorelli. I didn't have the same name as mama."
This had to be a dream, some stupid dream to torment him. How could, Boscorelli just had to be a common name and he just wasn't aware of it. How could this happen, why didn't she ever tell him. Bosco was utterly and completely speechless
Faith looked at Bosco who now looked completely pale.
Carlos noticed he wasn't looking to hot. "Boz, you okay? Why don't you come sit down?"
He knew they were talking to him but it wasn't working. What the hell was he going to do. He knew nothing about kids. This couldn't be true this had to be some mistake. She probably had sex with another male and thought because it was in close time that it was his.
"Yeah I'm fine..just." Staring down at the kid and then looking at Faith his eyes asking her, pleading her what to do.
"Bosco, we need to take this kid back to the station and talk to social services. We need to find out if this is your kid or not." She felt bad for him but that is what happens when you do the "deed"
"Boz, if you need to come talk I'm here, I know how it feels to have a kid being dumped off on you." Carlos looked up at him with sincere eyes.
Bosco nodded his head and said 'thanks'.
"Well he's free to go." Said Doc taking off his gloves.
"Come on." Bosco almost said it in a whisper to the kid
As the three now walk away Doc turned to Carlos his eyes fell onto the woman that was covered up.
"Wonder what will happen to the kid."
"Probably what happened to Kylie. Boz will probably put him up for adoption. Whether it is open or closed, who knows?"
"With Bosco you never know."
A family looking for the perfect son, a boy looking for family and Bosco stuck in the middle.
Rating: PG-13
Dedication: To Boscogirl and Bee thanks gals!
Summary: A family looking for the perfect son, a boy looking for family and well Bosco....stuck in the middle. (Boscogirl and CCA Collaboration)
Feedback: Always lovin' it!
Enjoy the story kiddies.
New York City. A city that has so many people living in one area and so many different kinds as well. You can have a generally nice person living next door to a rude and obnoxious person. Or you can have a good cut clean citizen living next door to trailer trash. But the thing that people don't understand is you can walk by a house and the people living in that particular home can be the next Ted Bundy and you would have no idea. You could walk by the house and wave to the person that is standing outside and not realizing your waving to a complete psychopathic maniac.
As night falls on the city that never sleeps there stands a particular house. It's not out of the ordinary; just your average big house that stands among the others out in the suburbs of the Bronx. Most people didn't know the homeowners and most didn't really care and didn't want to take the time for they had their own lives to live.
Every house has it's own voice and this particular dwelling had cast a dark nature about it causing an atmosphere of pure evil. Yet nobody could tell you anything was wrong because to them it was just another house on the block a normal house and nothing could be further from the truth.
A woman sits in the bed next to her beloved husband. She is reading Fundamentals of Raising Children. She has light brown hair that is pulled to the side, hanging off of her shoulder as she concentrates on her reading. Zoning out all of a sudden she stops reading and looks up from her book. Her husband notices her attention is no longer on the book but elsewhere.
"What is it honey?"
"Our son....we forgot to fed him."
Her husband smiled and then leaned over gently and planted a kiss on her cheek.
"Well he didn't say anything, I'm sure the tiger is hungry."
Throwing the blankets that covered her cold feet the woman stands up and grabs the robe that is hanging off the doorway, she then begins to walk out of the room calling over her shoulder,
"Well he must have something, he's a growing boy."
"That he is." yelled the male as his wife disappeared into the dark hallway.
Walking down the stairs the woman went to the kitchen and grabbed the plate of food from the fridge and then walked back to the stairs. A set of keys on a key hanger sat so perfectly by the staircase and without hesitating the woman grabbed a special key and walked back to the kitchen. She walked over to a shelf and then putting the plate and key back down on a nearby counter she used both hands and then opened the movable shelf. It swung open and she than reached over and grabbed the plate and then walked down the cement stairs.
The door was only a couple steps away from the end of the stairs and she then, balancing the food plate just right, the woman placed the key into the lock and twisted it. Then she reached up above the lock and then unlocked the dead bolt making a loud clank as it moved out of the way and stepping onto her tiptoes she reached up further to unhook the chain.
Smiling she turned the knob and then stepped into the room flipping the switch on the wall.
"Honey, I have food for you, my perfect boy needs plenty food to make him strong and healthy."
She stopped and looked.
Waiting for his wife to come back from their sons room he continued to read the "New York Times" newspaper that is until his wife came running up and a plate smashed above his head. Wincing he looked at the doorway to see his wife standing with pure anger in her eyes.
"Another one died?"
"It's your FAULT. I TOLD YOU, I TOLD YOU....I knew I should of left food and water for him once a day, but you told me he was being spoiled and I LISTENED, I COULD KILL YOU I HATE YOU SO MUCH!"
Getting up from the bed he walked over to his wife and watched as her fury dissipated into sadness, he came and embraced her.
"It's okay sweety pie, besides he wasn't that great, a spoiled brat he was. So no way near our perfect son, don't worry he is out there just waiting to come home to us."
The wife looked up from her husbands loving enfold and placed her chin onto his chest as she smiled.
"Yes dear and he will love our home and us and he will truly will be our perfect son."
The couple smiled and then leaned in and kissed each other with passion. Biting her lip just a tiny bit the husband let go as she pulled away and grabbed his hand and they both went downstairs. They would spend all night getting rid of the body that was beginning to decompose in their basement.
Nobody paid any attention to the woman and child walking into the park. They didn't care they had their own thing to do and it wasn't strange to see one walking in the park. Only something was off with the woman, her face almost appeared wild enough you wouldn't dare come up to her.
"Let's stop here, okay?" The woman looking down.
The child that she was with didn't say anything just sat down on the park bench and watched his mother.
"Why don't you go and play." The child didn't hesitate and took off but stayed close. As she watched him she dug into her purse, a syringe slightly shining as the light struck it.
She smiled as the sun gleamed over the liquid she was about to send through her veins. She watched the boy running and playing and kept on smiling. She tapped the plastic syringe and watched as the liquid moved around. Slowly but surely she pressed the needle to her vein and relaxed as she felt the narcotic enter her body. She sighed as she stared at her boy playing with two other kids on the swings. Slowly her vision blurred and she passed out, no one even noticing there was a problem.
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"Bosco, what's up with your driving today?" Faith looked at him from the passenger seat, gripping the door handle at the same time.
Taking his eyes for just a second and looking over at his partner
"It's better then your usual driving." Teasing her, Bosco looked back to the street.
"I'm gonna be sore tomorrow. Or better yet, in the hospital. We are bound to hit something." She smiled at him while the inertia pushed her towards the door as he made a fast turn.
"I'm one of the best drivers, I'd never hit anything." Just then Bosco hit the brakes, a cat darting out in front of the car and him nearly missing it. "Stupid cat!"
"Yeah Boz, if your timing was off we could've had that cat for dinner." Faith snorted and laughed while looking back at the frightened cat.
"I can go back, this thing does have reverse." Coming to a stop and making it look like he going to shift back into reverse
"I think I'll settle for a cheeseburger, but thanks." Faith gave a disgusted look and watched as her adolescent partner joked around.
"Your loss." They continued "Speaking about food I'm hungry, you hungry?"
"Yeah, actually I am." A call rang out over the radio.
"55 David respond to the north entrance of central park, EMS needs assistance."
"Dammit." Bosco flipped on the lights and looked over at Faith "I swear they know we are thinking of food and they give us a call."
"Yeah Boz, everyone is out to get us." Her eyes widened as she queued the radio. "55 David to central, 10-4"
"They are and I know it."
Bosco and Faith stepped out of the squad both dawning on their caps and walking up to the two medics.
"So what do we have now?"
Carlos glanced up at them. "This girl is D.O.A on heroin." He went back to work.
"Hey where's Doc?" Noticing that Carlos was all by himself and without a partner.
"Doc's over there with this woman's kid. We found him playing on the swings."
"You mean this woman left her kid out here while she shot up?" Faith's anger showed through her tone in her voice.
"Unbelievable." Looking over at the kid, curiously Bosco began walking over "Come on." waving his hand a little for Faith to follow pursuit.
They approached the little boy who was now setting on a park bench. Doc was questioning him but the little boy was being as stubborn as ever.
Faith looked at the boy and back at Bosco.
"You know Boz, that boy kinda looks like you."
Bosco looked at his partner thinking she complete lost it.
"Faith did you forget to take the medication again, I thought we talked about this already."
Doc stood up and to the side. "Faith is right, he looks like a miniature size of you, has the stubborn to show for it to."
Bosco just shook his head "There's no way that kid could be mine."
"No one said it was yours, we just said he looked like you." Faith glared at him wondering why he was being so defensive.
"You know I could say the kid looks like you Faith." Bosco wasn't able to stop his mouth it just kind of popped out.
Carlos called from where he was working. "Guys, I found her I.D. you might need this for your report or something." He held it up and motioned towards them.
Bosco turned and walked over back to the dead woman and to the medic and grabbed the I.D. from him. Looking it over he could of laughed right there. It had to be some kind of mistake this couldn't be her, there was no way. He glanced back down at the woman and back at the I.D that claimed it was her. Maybe she stole the wallet but there was no mistaken it was the same woman only now dead. Didn't mean the kid was his, could it?
"What's wrong Bosco, you look like you have seen a ghost." Faith stared at him as he glanced down at the I.D. of the motionless body on the ground.
Carlos interrupted, "Do you know this girl Bosco?"
"You could say that, she was my girlfriend for some time....Lexi," shaking his head "what have you done?" mummering this under his breath.
Doc walked back over with the kid. "He checked out fine, in perfect physical condition."
"Boz, your girlfriend? Doc, did the kid mention his name to you? Faith couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Yeah the only thing the kid said was Casey." The kid looked up at his name but refused to say another word just looked up at the adults surrounding him.
Faith bent down beside the little boy and ran her hand over his auburn hair. "Casey, can you tell me your last name?" Casey turned away.
"Please Casey, it'll only help me if you tell us."
Casey began to speak. "Casey Boscorelli. I didn't have the same name as mama."
This had to be a dream, some stupid dream to torment him. How could, Boscorelli just had to be a common name and he just wasn't aware of it. How could this happen, why didn't she ever tell him. Bosco was utterly and completely speechless
Faith looked at Bosco who now looked completely pale.
Carlos noticed he wasn't looking to hot. "Boz, you okay? Why don't you come sit down?"
He knew they were talking to him but it wasn't working. What the hell was he going to do. He knew nothing about kids. This couldn't be true this had to be some mistake. She probably had sex with another male and thought because it was in close time that it was his.
"Yeah I'm fine..just." Staring down at the kid and then looking at Faith his eyes asking her, pleading her what to do.
"Bosco, we need to take this kid back to the station and talk to social services. We need to find out if this is your kid or not." She felt bad for him but that is what happens when you do the "deed"
"Boz, if you need to come talk I'm here, I know how it feels to have a kid being dumped off on you." Carlos looked up at him with sincere eyes.
Bosco nodded his head and said 'thanks'.
"Well he's free to go." Said Doc taking off his gloves.
"Come on." Bosco almost said it in a whisper to the kid
As the three now walk away Doc turned to Carlos his eyes fell onto the woman that was covered up.
"Wonder what will happen to the kid."
"Probably what happened to Kylie. Boz will probably put him up for adoption. Whether it is open or closed, who knows?"
"With Bosco you never know."
A family looking for the perfect son, a boy looking for family and Bosco stuck in the middle.
