Title: Deliver Us From Evil (Sequel to Punish the Children) (1/?)
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: An enemy returns, endangering the lives of Ty, Sully, Bosco and Faith.
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"Waters! Come on, Waters, get up." Aggravated when he received no response, the prison guard stormed into the cell and roughly shook Seth's arm. "Wake up." Seth remained unmoving, his eyes closed. Upon further inspection, the guard realized that Seth wasn't breathing. "Someone call a doctor down here!" he yelled as he began to perform CPR.
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"Man, this shift just seems endless, doesn't it?" Sully asked as he rolled his shoulders backwards and forwards, trying to loosen them up. He and Ty were sitting in a small diner, waiting for their meals to be brought to their table. There were only a handful of other patrons inside, but they had been waiting longer than usual to get their food.
"It's not so bad...just kind of boring," Ty commented, taking his eyes off the sports page he was reading to glance over at his partner.
"It's just a -really- long day." The waitress finally came by with their drinks. Sully immediately picked his up and took a sip. "Don't you think it's a long day?"
"No longer than usual," Ty shrugged as he put the paper aside. "Did you sleep okay last night?"
"Yeah, I slept alright," Sully replied. "I think I just need a day off. Hell, maybe I need a vacation."
Ty's eyes brightened at the mention of a vacation. "A vacation would do you good, Sul. You could go visit your sister."
"Yeah...yeah maybe..." His attention drifted to the door as it opened and Bosco and Yokas entered the diner. "Wonder what they want..." he muttered.
"Uh...maybe they want to eat?" Ty said with a grin. He waved at Bosco and Faith as they approached. "Hey, how's it going?"
"Hi. Pretty good," Faith answered. "We saw your squad parked outside. Mind if we join you?"
"Be our guest," Sully replied, gesturing towards the empty chairs. "Just be sure you're prepared for a wait. This place is damn slow tonight."
"That's okay. I don't think we're in any rush," Faith said with a smile.
"Hey, did you guys hear the news?" Bosco asked as he and Faith seated themselves at the table.
Ty shook his head, his curiosity aroused. It was obvious from the look on Bosco's face that the news was pretty big. "No, we haven't heard anything. Why? What's going on?"
"Seth Waters is dead." Bosco decided to get right to the point. "He just up and croaked right there in prison."
"He's dead?" Ty asked, obviously stunned by this unexpected news. He glanced at his partner, then back at Bosco, afraid to believe it was true. He wasn't sure what he felt exactly, but he wasn't sorry. That bastard deserved to die a thousand times over for what he had done to Krista and everyone else in his path. "He's really dead?"
Faith nodded as she picked up one of the menus and opened it, then placed it down on the table in front of her. "He's really dead. Everyone's talking about it back at the precinct."
"Man..." The waitress finally brought their food over to the table, but Ty didn't pay any attention. He bowed his head and stared down at his plate, having lost any desire to eat. Even knowing the man was dead, the mention of Waters' name still had the ability to totally destroy his mood."
Bosco and Faith placed their orders and looked back at Ty who seemed to have gone off into his own little world. Bosco sighed heavily. He had thought this would be good news for Davis, but it appeared to have had just the opposite effect on the young officer. "Hey...I'm sorry, Davis...I thought you'd be glad to hear this."
"I am...I..." Ty pushed his chair back from the table and abruptly got to his feet. "I'll be right back," he said as he headed in the direction of the men's room.
Faith turned toward Sully, her eyes clouded with worry. "Is he alright?"
Sully sighed, then nodded. "It's still tough for him...He has his good days and his bad days."
"Well, hopefully this'll help," Bosco stated. His hand unconsciously found his abdomen and rested right over the area where Seth had shot him. "I, for one, am glad we never have to worry about that son of a bitch again."
"Yeah, no kidding." Sully stared down at his burger, no longer particularly in the mood to eat it. He looked up as Ty reappeared and headed back to the table.
"Sorry about that," Ty murmured as he sat back down again. "The news about Waters...it just kind of threw me."
"That's understandable," Sully said, studying his partner with his eyes. "I think it threw all of us."
"Yeah...I wonder what happened to him..."
Bosco shrugged. "It doesn't matter how it happened, Davis. All that matters is the asshole finally got what he deserved and you're not going to have to worry about him any longer."
"Yeah...yeah I guess you're right," Ty replied quietly, still obviously troubled as he took a sip of his drink.
"It's over, Ty," Sully stated, trying hard to reassure his partner. "It's finally over."
******
Rebecca Waters stood by the open casket in the funeral home, her stomach clenched with fear as she stared at the body of her son. He had caused her more pain than she ever could have imagined. The past months had been especially hard. The things he had asked her to do...things no mother should ever have to deal with...things she knew she should have refused, if only she'd had the courage to do so.
"How are we doing, Mrs. Waters?" Startled by the sudden voice, Rebecca turned towards Martin Dinmore, the funeral home director. He was a thin, sleazy-appearing man, wearing an olive green polyester suit. The very sight of him sent a chill down Rebecca's spine.
"I'm fine, Mr. Dinmore," she replied in a clipped tone.
Martin walked over to the casket and peered inside, then nodded in satisfaction. "I'll be back to check on you," he said before leaving the room.
Her eyes followed him until he closed the door behind him and then she turned back towards Seth. She had to wonder if it was something she had done...or maybe something her husband had done. She couldn't even blame it on the incident in the Hamptons anymore. Yes, it had been a bad time for Seth, but it shouldn't have been enough to turn his life the way it had. There had to have been something already inside him, something to make him act the way he acted and do the things he had done. "I don't understand you," she whispered.
"I don't understand you either, ma."
Rebecca's heartbeat quickened as Seth's eyes fluttered open and a smile appeared on his lips. She had to admit, even though she had been expecting it to happen, there was still a part of her that was shocked to actually see him awaken. And she couldn't deny that there had been a part of her, as horrific as it sounded, that wished the drugs hadn't worked as promised, that instead of just causing him to appear dead, that they had killed him instead.
"Wow! That stuff packs a wallop." Seth slowly sat up and traced his hand along the smooth satin, which lined the lid of the casket. "Nice...very nice," he said admiringly. "When the time comes, can't say I'll mind these luxurious accommodations."
"Don't talk like that," Rebecca snapped, shuddering inwardly. She wanted nothing more to leave this place, leave her son and never look back.
"What's wrong, mom? You look like you've seen a ghost." Chuckling at his joke, Seth carefully climbed out of the casket, then turned towards his mother. "So...here we are."
"I...I've done what you wanted, Seth," Rebecca said tremulously as she stepped back away from him. "Ju...just leave me in peace now. Please."
"Yes...yes you did do what I wanted, mom," he stated thoughtfully, rubbing the bottom of his chin with his finger. "And I'm sure those little threats you got had nothing to do with it, did they?"
The color drained from Rebecca's face as she stared up at this...this monster. He wasn't even someone she could recognize as her son any longer. He was just pure evil. "Y...you promised you'd let me go...that you wouldn't hurt me."
Seth stared back at her disdainfully. It would be so easy to just wrap his hands around her slender neck and snap it like a twig, but it would only serve to make things messy and raise suspicions. "I'm going to keep that promise, mother, but just remember, by what you've done today, you've committed a felony. If you decide to betray me, the way you did before, you'll be going to prison as well and trust me mother...you would not do well in prison. They would eat you alive in there."
"I'm not going to tell anyone about this," she stated. "As soon as I leave, I'm going directly to the airport and I'm leaving the country. I don't want any contact with you after today, Seth. This is it. I helped you go free and now I want you to respect my wishes."
"Sure...sure, I'll respect your wishes." Seth looked back at her with no more emotional attachment than if she were an insect he was about to swat. He didn't love her...he didn't hate her. Basically he just felt nothing for the woman.
"I...I do wish you well, Seth," Rebecca said, a hint of a tremor in her voice. "You have a new chance now...I hope you'll try to make something of it."
"Oh I can assure you I'll do that, mother. I'm going to make the very most of this chance you've given me."
Rebecca nodded. She didn't really believe him, but she chose not to even think about what he might have planned. The less she knew, the better. "Good luck, son..." She started from the room and just as she reached the door she had an attack of conscience and she turned back to give him a questioning look. "Seth? That young police officer and his friends...promise me you're not going to hurt them. Promise me you'll leave them alone."
Seth smiled. It was a practiced, innocent smile, one he had always found to be effective, ever since he was a small boy. "I promise, mother...I promise I'll leave them alone."
He watched as she closed the door behind her and then he started to laugh uproariously. It had all been so easy and now it was only going to get better and better. Already his plans were being put into motion. Soon, very soon, the fun would begin.
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: An enemy returns, endangering the lives of Ty, Sully, Bosco and Faith.
******
"Waters! Come on, Waters, get up." Aggravated when he received no response, the prison guard stormed into the cell and roughly shook Seth's arm. "Wake up." Seth remained unmoving, his eyes closed. Upon further inspection, the guard realized that Seth wasn't breathing. "Someone call a doctor down here!" he yelled as he began to perform CPR.
******
"Man, this shift just seems endless, doesn't it?" Sully asked as he rolled his shoulders backwards and forwards, trying to loosen them up. He and Ty were sitting in a small diner, waiting for their meals to be brought to their table. There were only a handful of other patrons inside, but they had been waiting longer than usual to get their food.
"It's not so bad...just kind of boring," Ty commented, taking his eyes off the sports page he was reading to glance over at his partner.
"It's just a -really- long day." The waitress finally came by with their drinks. Sully immediately picked his up and took a sip. "Don't you think it's a long day?"
"No longer than usual," Ty shrugged as he put the paper aside. "Did you sleep okay last night?"
"Yeah, I slept alright," Sully replied. "I think I just need a day off. Hell, maybe I need a vacation."
Ty's eyes brightened at the mention of a vacation. "A vacation would do you good, Sul. You could go visit your sister."
"Yeah...yeah maybe..." His attention drifted to the door as it opened and Bosco and Yokas entered the diner. "Wonder what they want..." he muttered.
"Uh...maybe they want to eat?" Ty said with a grin. He waved at Bosco and Faith as they approached. "Hey, how's it going?"
"Hi. Pretty good," Faith answered. "We saw your squad parked outside. Mind if we join you?"
"Be our guest," Sully replied, gesturing towards the empty chairs. "Just be sure you're prepared for a wait. This place is damn slow tonight."
"That's okay. I don't think we're in any rush," Faith said with a smile.
"Hey, did you guys hear the news?" Bosco asked as he and Faith seated themselves at the table.
Ty shook his head, his curiosity aroused. It was obvious from the look on Bosco's face that the news was pretty big. "No, we haven't heard anything. Why? What's going on?"
"Seth Waters is dead." Bosco decided to get right to the point. "He just up and croaked right there in prison."
"He's dead?" Ty asked, obviously stunned by this unexpected news. He glanced at his partner, then back at Bosco, afraid to believe it was true. He wasn't sure what he felt exactly, but he wasn't sorry. That bastard deserved to die a thousand times over for what he had done to Krista and everyone else in his path. "He's really dead?"
Faith nodded as she picked up one of the menus and opened it, then placed it down on the table in front of her. "He's really dead. Everyone's talking about it back at the precinct."
"Man..." The waitress finally brought their food over to the table, but Ty didn't pay any attention. He bowed his head and stared down at his plate, having lost any desire to eat. Even knowing the man was dead, the mention of Waters' name still had the ability to totally destroy his mood."
Bosco and Faith placed their orders and looked back at Ty who seemed to have gone off into his own little world. Bosco sighed heavily. He had thought this would be good news for Davis, but it appeared to have had just the opposite effect on the young officer. "Hey...I'm sorry, Davis...I thought you'd be glad to hear this."
"I am...I..." Ty pushed his chair back from the table and abruptly got to his feet. "I'll be right back," he said as he headed in the direction of the men's room.
Faith turned toward Sully, her eyes clouded with worry. "Is he alright?"
Sully sighed, then nodded. "It's still tough for him...He has his good days and his bad days."
"Well, hopefully this'll help," Bosco stated. His hand unconsciously found his abdomen and rested right over the area where Seth had shot him. "I, for one, am glad we never have to worry about that son of a bitch again."
"Yeah, no kidding." Sully stared down at his burger, no longer particularly in the mood to eat it. He looked up as Ty reappeared and headed back to the table.
"Sorry about that," Ty murmured as he sat back down again. "The news about Waters...it just kind of threw me."
"That's understandable," Sully said, studying his partner with his eyes. "I think it threw all of us."
"Yeah...I wonder what happened to him..."
Bosco shrugged. "It doesn't matter how it happened, Davis. All that matters is the asshole finally got what he deserved and you're not going to have to worry about him any longer."
"Yeah...yeah I guess you're right," Ty replied quietly, still obviously troubled as he took a sip of his drink.
"It's over, Ty," Sully stated, trying hard to reassure his partner. "It's finally over."
******
Rebecca Waters stood by the open casket in the funeral home, her stomach clenched with fear as she stared at the body of her son. He had caused her more pain than she ever could have imagined. The past months had been especially hard. The things he had asked her to do...things no mother should ever have to deal with...things she knew she should have refused, if only she'd had the courage to do so.
"How are we doing, Mrs. Waters?" Startled by the sudden voice, Rebecca turned towards Martin Dinmore, the funeral home director. He was a thin, sleazy-appearing man, wearing an olive green polyester suit. The very sight of him sent a chill down Rebecca's spine.
"I'm fine, Mr. Dinmore," she replied in a clipped tone.
Martin walked over to the casket and peered inside, then nodded in satisfaction. "I'll be back to check on you," he said before leaving the room.
Her eyes followed him until he closed the door behind him and then she turned back towards Seth. She had to wonder if it was something she had done...or maybe something her husband had done. She couldn't even blame it on the incident in the Hamptons anymore. Yes, it had been a bad time for Seth, but it shouldn't have been enough to turn his life the way it had. There had to have been something already inside him, something to make him act the way he acted and do the things he had done. "I don't understand you," she whispered.
"I don't understand you either, ma."
Rebecca's heartbeat quickened as Seth's eyes fluttered open and a smile appeared on his lips. She had to admit, even though she had been expecting it to happen, there was still a part of her that was shocked to actually see him awaken. And she couldn't deny that there had been a part of her, as horrific as it sounded, that wished the drugs hadn't worked as promised, that instead of just causing him to appear dead, that they had killed him instead.
"Wow! That stuff packs a wallop." Seth slowly sat up and traced his hand along the smooth satin, which lined the lid of the casket. "Nice...very nice," he said admiringly. "When the time comes, can't say I'll mind these luxurious accommodations."
"Don't talk like that," Rebecca snapped, shuddering inwardly. She wanted nothing more to leave this place, leave her son and never look back.
"What's wrong, mom? You look like you've seen a ghost." Chuckling at his joke, Seth carefully climbed out of the casket, then turned towards his mother. "So...here we are."
"I...I've done what you wanted, Seth," Rebecca said tremulously as she stepped back away from him. "Ju...just leave me in peace now. Please."
"Yes...yes you did do what I wanted, mom," he stated thoughtfully, rubbing the bottom of his chin with his finger. "And I'm sure those little threats you got had nothing to do with it, did they?"
The color drained from Rebecca's face as she stared up at this...this monster. He wasn't even someone she could recognize as her son any longer. He was just pure evil. "Y...you promised you'd let me go...that you wouldn't hurt me."
Seth stared back at her disdainfully. It would be so easy to just wrap his hands around her slender neck and snap it like a twig, but it would only serve to make things messy and raise suspicions. "I'm going to keep that promise, mother, but just remember, by what you've done today, you've committed a felony. If you decide to betray me, the way you did before, you'll be going to prison as well and trust me mother...you would not do well in prison. They would eat you alive in there."
"I'm not going to tell anyone about this," she stated. "As soon as I leave, I'm going directly to the airport and I'm leaving the country. I don't want any contact with you after today, Seth. This is it. I helped you go free and now I want you to respect my wishes."
"Sure...sure, I'll respect your wishes." Seth looked back at her with no more emotional attachment than if she were an insect he was about to swat. He didn't love her...he didn't hate her. Basically he just felt nothing for the woman.
"I...I do wish you well, Seth," Rebecca said, a hint of a tremor in her voice. "You have a new chance now...I hope you'll try to make something of it."
"Oh I can assure you I'll do that, mother. I'm going to make the very most of this chance you've given me."
Rebecca nodded. She didn't really believe him, but she chose not to even think about what he might have planned. The less she knew, the better. "Good luck, son..." She started from the room and just as she reached the door she had an attack of conscience and she turned back to give him a questioning look. "Seth? That young police officer and his friends...promise me you're not going to hurt them. Promise me you'll leave them alone."
Seth smiled. It was a practiced, innocent smile, one he had always found to be effective, ever since he was a small boy. "I promise, mother...I promise I'll leave them alone."
He watched as she closed the door behind her and then he started to laugh uproariously. It had all been so easy and now it was only going to get better and better. Already his plans were being put into motion. Soon, very soon, the fun would begin.