Title: no memory
Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine.
Authors notes: This is my first attempt at fan fic so be gentle.
It was a little after one am, and Bosco was just driving around. He didn't really want to do anything,but he didn't really want to go home. Today had just been really stressful. A four year old girl had gone missing about three days ago, and today Faith and him had found her body. He was the one who found her. When kids died or got hurt it always killed him inside.
Bosco found himself driving down near the river. He always went there after he had a bad day. He went there after September 11th, after he found out about Faiths cancer, after Ross got shot. It was just peaceful. When he was a kid he only lived a couple of blocks from here. He used to come here all the time when he was little.
He was leaning on his car just thinking when he heard what sounded like someone falling down a flight of stairs. "What the hell?'' he thought out loud. He looked around.Then he heard something else, and was pretty sure that it was a gunshot. He grabbed his flashlight out of the front seat of his car, and walked toward the old warehouse he was parked next to. He walked inside. It was pitch black in there. The flashlight helped a little, but not much. God he hated the dark. Something in his gut told him to get the hell out of there, but it also told him that something was very wrong here and he should keep going. He gulped and continued further into the building. As he was walking he bumped into a desk. He heard something behind him, he turned around and shined his light, "Hello?'' he said, no answer. He started to head for a door in the back of the room he was in. His mind told him to turn around and leave, but apparently that message didn't reach the rest of his body because he kept heading toward the door. When he entered the room he looked around. All of a sudden something or someone hit the back of his head. He fell to the ground as his world went darker than it already was.
Tell me if I should continue, or should I scrap it.
I promise the next chapter is much longer.
Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine.
Authors notes: This is my first attempt at fan fic so be gentle.
It was a little after one am, and Bosco was just driving around. He didn't really want to do anything,but he didn't really want to go home. Today had just been really stressful. A four year old girl had gone missing about three days ago, and today Faith and him had found her body. He was the one who found her. When kids died or got hurt it always killed him inside.
Bosco found himself driving down near the river. He always went there after he had a bad day. He went there after September 11th, after he found out about Faiths cancer, after Ross got shot. It was just peaceful. When he was a kid he only lived a couple of blocks from here. He used to come here all the time when he was little.
He was leaning on his car just thinking when he heard what sounded like someone falling down a flight of stairs. "What the hell?'' he thought out loud. He looked around.Then he heard something else, and was pretty sure that it was a gunshot. He grabbed his flashlight out of the front seat of his car, and walked toward the old warehouse he was parked next to. He walked inside. It was pitch black in there. The flashlight helped a little, but not much. God he hated the dark. Something in his gut told him to get the hell out of there, but it also told him that something was very wrong here and he should keep going. He gulped and continued further into the building. As he was walking he bumped into a desk. He heard something behind him, he turned around and shined his light, "Hello?'' he said, no answer. He started to head for a door in the back of the room he was in. His mind told him to turn around and leave, but apparently that message didn't reach the rest of his body because he kept heading toward the door. When he entered the room he looked around. All of a sudden something or someone hit the back of his head. He fell to the ground as his world went darker than it already was.
Tell me if I should continue, or should I scrap it.
I promise the next chapter is much longer.