It was Always You
Chapter 2: A Rusty Van and Some Duct Tape
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
"Don't move, or it will be the last thing you do." the voice said icily in Bosco's ear.
Bosco slowly moved his hands and put the car in park, before carefully rising them above his head. He kept his eyes locked on Faith.
"Get out of the car, Officer."
Bosco fumbled around the door, trying to find the door handle. Faith watched him nervously. Why was this happening? What did these men want from them? She didn't even notice a second man now stood by her door, and tapped on her window with the barrel of his gun. She jumped and whipped her head around to face her window. The hooded figure motioned for her to get out of the car. Turning to face Bosco, he nodded ever so slightly.
Faith slowly got out of the car, only to feel the man jam the gun into her back and began walking her towards a van parked behind Bosco's Mustang.
The taller of the two, leading Bosco, spoke again. "Well, Officer Boscorelli. You're pretty easy to follow. Just had to wait outside your precinct and you fell right into my lap. Who's your girlfriend, huh Boscorelli?"
"She's no one. Just an acquaintance." Bosco quickly lied.
"Well she came from the precinct house, so we better search her too." The taller man nodded to the short, stocky man who held his gun to Faith. "Johnny, search her for a weapon."
The taller man began his own search of Bosco, emptying his hip holster and the smaller one Bosco kept on his ankle.
Johnny quickly patted Faith down to her knees and up again. He reached inside her jacket pocket and pulled out her wallet. Faith was thankful she'd left her service gun in her purse on the floor of the car. "She's clear, Rico." Faith smiled inside as she thought,Jag-off. He'd be in trouble if he did a search like that and he was a cop...
Rico nodded, and turned back to Bosco. "Get in the van, Boscorelli" He shoved his gun at Bosco to emphasize his point. Bosco eyed the white, rusted utility van. He looked at Faith with what seemed to be an apology of some sort, and climbed into the van. Faith followed him, suddenly feeling very, very nervous.
Johnny quickly climbed into the back of the van, and pulled the rusty sliding door shut. Rico got into the driver's seat and fired up the old, decrepit vehicle. From the dirty rear windows, Faith could vaguely see Bosco's car still parked in the intersection as they sped off down the street. Johnny grabbed a roll of duct and pushed back his hood to allow him to see better.
"Wouldn't want you two to get any ideas, huh?" He smirked at them, and began wrap duct tape around Bosco's wrists.
Without warning, Bosco jerked his foot upwards, catching Johnny in the stomach and sent him crashing against the side of the van. Faith barely could tell what was happening, but Johnny quickly sprang back to catch Bosco in the temple with a left-hook. Faith winced, it was a pretty hard hit. Bosco slumped down a little, but managed to stay awake. Faith noticed a trickle of blood in his hair-line and longed to wipe it off her partner.
"Bad idea Bosco... Now I know enough to tape your feet too." Johnny said with a sneer.
Johnny finished up with Bosco's feet and crawled over next to Faith. She allowed herself to look scared and innocent. Better to throw him off-guard for now, he might only tape her hands. She studied him carefully as he ravelled the tape haphazardly around her wrists. He was young, probably about 25 or so, with dark black hair and dark brown eyes. He was Latino, and had a strong accent, and he was even shorter than Bosco. He looked to be very well muscled as well. He finished his task and took a closer look at Faith.
"Huh. You're a hottie. Maybe we can have fun later." He said with a sickening smile.
Rico whipped his head around, "Get the hell up here, you jack-ass" he demanded.
Johnny gave Faith one last smile, and climbed up to the passenger seat, making sure he kicked Bosco in the legs on his way past.
Johnny settled down in the passenger seat, and pulled Faith's wallet from his jacket pocket. "Let's see what we have in here," he said as he began to rifle through it. "Hey, Rico. Looks like we got ourselves and Officer Boscorelli AND a Detective Yokas on our hands."
Rico looked into the rear-view mirror and smiled. "No kiddin'? How lucky for us." His eyes glinted dangerously. Bosco almost shuddered. Something was not right with this jag-off. He got a bad vibe. This guy was dangerous. Really dangerous.
Johnny was pre-occupied with Faith's wallet, she watched him pocket the two twenty dollar bills she had. She carefully leaned closer to Bosco, and whispered "Are you okay!? What do they want from you Bos?" She leaned a little closer to examine his cut and the area around his eye that had begun to swell.
"I'll be alright Faith, I have no idea what they want though," he replied softly. "They'll tell us eventually."
Faith sat back against the side of the van, and studied Rico as he drove the van through the busy Manhattan streets. He had a long silvery scar on the same cheek as Bosco did, but it stood out more prominently against his darker skin. He was tall, and he moved softly and smoothly, almost like a cat. He probably had some kind of fight training. Faith wondered when she had become so observant. Must be a detective thing. What the hell could he want with Bosco?
Bosco had lost track of where they were headed and they had been driving for about 25 minutes now, but he noticed out the back window that they were now surrounded by warehouses. Most of them seemed to be abandoned, and there were very few people around. This was not good news.
Rico steered the van down a dark alley, to a smaller warehouse that was invisible from the street. He slammed on the breaks so hard, Faith fell right onto Bosco. She struggled to get up without her hands. "Sorry Bos." She whispered as she wiggled off his lap.
He gave her a small smile, and didn't say anything. Johnny yanked open the side door, and Rico appeared beside him, carrying a knife in his hands. Faith quickly drew in her breath as the knife flashed through the air towards Bosco. She almost screamed, but she noticed then that Rico had only cut the tape around Bosco's feet. She let out a small sigh of relief.
"You kick anyone again and I'll cut off one of her fingers, you got me, Boscorelli?"
Bosco said nothing, and allowed Johnny to yank him from the van and stand him up on the pavement. Rico grabbed Faith by the hair, and pulled her from the van also. She bit the inside of her lip and made it bleed. She wasn't going to make a sound. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction. Bosco shifted from foot to foot, his blood boiling. Nobody grabbed his partner's hair like that. This jag-off was going to pay, some way or another.
"Alright Officer, Detective, after you," Rico said mockingly, and pointed his gun towards the doorway of the abandoned warehouse. Faith tried not to grimace as two rats ran out the door he had pointed to and headed towards the nearest dumpster.
Bosco glanced at Faith quickly, and slowly led the way into the dark building.
To be continued...
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