Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: NBC and John Wells own everything
Author's Note: I'm so sorry this took so long! I had some writer's block and then hurt my wrist and couldn't write for awhile. I hope you like it though, the next chapter will be up soon and it'll have Faith and Bosco. Thanks for reading and PLEASE review. It makes me write much faster and feel a lot better about this story. Thanks =0) And thanks a bunch to Paulette as always for all her help =0)
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"This world is a hard, cold place. A place where many people don't think before taking another's life. It's a place where problems are solved with hatred and violence. There are people in this world that are evil. They could be a family member, your neighbor, or the cashier at the grocery store. Who knows? These people would knowingly take a human life for their own gain. Never mind who is hurt by the loss of that person. What they could have accomplished and who they loved doesn't matter to a killer.
And yet there are those that shine light on human nature. People who work hard to make a life for themselves and to protect their loved ones. Those who are kind and giving. Of course they're still human and may have tempers, but they have good hearts," Sully paused, smiling to himself. "Faith and Bosco had good hearts. They were good people. Excellent police officers, they were never afraid to go into a dangerous situation when there were lives at risk. They made a wonderful team, beyond reproach. And…..,"Sully could feel his voice beginning to break, despite the firm promises to himself that he wouldn't cry, "that is why they died. They died because they did their job." Sully had more to say but he couldn't bring himself to utter the words. He couldn't talk about how understanding and kind Faith was or how Bosco really did have a soft side in front of all these people. So he simply nodded and stepped down, allowing someone else up to attempt to express their feelings. It wasn't easy, obviously.
Sully took a seat next to a sullen-faced Davis. They sat in silence, listening to the tearful remembrances of Bosco and Faith's families and friends. He glanced to his right and spotted Fred, Faith's ex-husband along with their two children. Sully felt another wave of sadness and anger come over him. Feeling all these things at once was starting to become routine. He just couldn't believe that those two kids would have to grow up without a mother, just because of some asshole. It was killing him; not knowing who it was that had planted the bomb. There was an investigation going, but it wasn't getting anywhere. Soon, the funeral was over and people were filing out of their seats and out the door.
"Think we should go talk to them?" Davis asked, gesturing to Fred and the kids who were standing next to Faith's coffin.
"Yeah, I think we should," Sully nodded in agreement as they made their way over to the trio.
"Hey, Sully," Fred held out his hand in greeting to the officer. Davis also held out his hand and introduced himself.
"I'm really sorry," Sully began, "we're going to find this guy. Whoever did this to them, we'll get him."
Fred shook his head, "Doesn't really matter now, does it? I mean they're both dead. What's the difference? Whether you find this guy or not, Emily and Charlie are still gonna be without their mother for the rest of their lives. It's not too easy explaining that kind of thing to them," Fred finished quietly.
Davis nodded, "But it'll be justice. Whoever it is deserves to rot in hell. And they're going to, once we find them."
Fred simply nodded and took both of his children by the hand, "Well then I hope you find him. I'm taking the kids and moving upstate with some family. I think it'll be better for them," Fred was still nodding, as though he was trying to convince himself of something. Then he turned and walked out of the church, kids in tow as Sully and Davis watched.
Sully solemnly turned to the two coffins. He slowly approached them, Davis following. He hadn't looked at them before. He was too afraid. As stupid as it sounded, he was afraid to see their bodies. Because he knew that once he saw them, pale and still, lying in coffins, it would be final. It would all click in his mind and Faith Yokas and Maurice Boscorelli would be gone forever. And that's exactly what happened. Sully looked at their faces. Everyone always says people look peaceful when they're dead. He didn't see it. He could still see Bosco's face as he was being pulled from the car and the bloody mess that was Faith. Makeup didn't quite cover the burns, and the cuts, and the bruises. Sully turned his head away while Davis continued staring.
"I still can't believe this, Sul. They didn't deserve this, not them."
Sully nodded, "Let's go."
The pair emerged from the darkness of the church squinting; the sun was especially harsh today. Sully wondered how that could be, how the sun could just go right on shining after this. He looked around and saw people bustling by. They were moving on too, oblivious to everything that had happened. But he couldn't just move on. Neither could Davis, or any of the paramedics or any of the people back at the station. It just wasn't right.
Disclaimer: NBC and John Wells own everything
Author's Note: I'm so sorry this took so long! I had some writer's block and then hurt my wrist and couldn't write for awhile. I hope you like it though, the next chapter will be up soon and it'll have Faith and Bosco. Thanks for reading and PLEASE review. It makes me write much faster and feel a lot better about this story. Thanks =0) And thanks a bunch to Paulette as always for all her help =0)
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"This world is a hard, cold place. A place where many people don't think before taking another's life. It's a place where problems are solved with hatred and violence. There are people in this world that are evil. They could be a family member, your neighbor, or the cashier at the grocery store. Who knows? These people would knowingly take a human life for their own gain. Never mind who is hurt by the loss of that person. What they could have accomplished and who they loved doesn't matter to a killer.
And yet there are those that shine light on human nature. People who work hard to make a life for themselves and to protect their loved ones. Those who are kind and giving. Of course they're still human and may have tempers, but they have good hearts," Sully paused, smiling to himself. "Faith and Bosco had good hearts. They were good people. Excellent police officers, they were never afraid to go into a dangerous situation when there were lives at risk. They made a wonderful team, beyond reproach. And…..,"Sully could feel his voice beginning to break, despite the firm promises to himself that he wouldn't cry, "that is why they died. They died because they did their job." Sully had more to say but he couldn't bring himself to utter the words. He couldn't talk about how understanding and kind Faith was or how Bosco really did have a soft side in front of all these people. So he simply nodded and stepped down, allowing someone else up to attempt to express their feelings. It wasn't easy, obviously.
Sully took a seat next to a sullen-faced Davis. They sat in silence, listening to the tearful remembrances of Bosco and Faith's families and friends. He glanced to his right and spotted Fred, Faith's ex-husband along with their two children. Sully felt another wave of sadness and anger come over him. Feeling all these things at once was starting to become routine. He just couldn't believe that those two kids would have to grow up without a mother, just because of some asshole. It was killing him; not knowing who it was that had planted the bomb. There was an investigation going, but it wasn't getting anywhere. Soon, the funeral was over and people were filing out of their seats and out the door.
"Think we should go talk to them?" Davis asked, gesturing to Fred and the kids who were standing next to Faith's coffin.
"Yeah, I think we should," Sully nodded in agreement as they made their way over to the trio.
"Hey, Sully," Fred held out his hand in greeting to the officer. Davis also held out his hand and introduced himself.
"I'm really sorry," Sully began, "we're going to find this guy. Whoever did this to them, we'll get him."
Fred shook his head, "Doesn't really matter now, does it? I mean they're both dead. What's the difference? Whether you find this guy or not, Emily and Charlie are still gonna be without their mother for the rest of their lives. It's not too easy explaining that kind of thing to them," Fred finished quietly.
Davis nodded, "But it'll be justice. Whoever it is deserves to rot in hell. And they're going to, once we find them."
Fred simply nodded and took both of his children by the hand, "Well then I hope you find him. I'm taking the kids and moving upstate with some family. I think it'll be better for them," Fred was still nodding, as though he was trying to convince himself of something. Then he turned and walked out of the church, kids in tow as Sully and Davis watched.
Sully solemnly turned to the two coffins. He slowly approached them, Davis following. He hadn't looked at them before. He was too afraid. As stupid as it sounded, he was afraid to see their bodies. Because he knew that once he saw them, pale and still, lying in coffins, it would be final. It would all click in his mind and Faith Yokas and Maurice Boscorelli would be gone forever. And that's exactly what happened. Sully looked at their faces. Everyone always says people look peaceful when they're dead. He didn't see it. He could still see Bosco's face as he was being pulled from the car and the bloody mess that was Faith. Makeup didn't quite cover the burns, and the cuts, and the bruises. Sully turned his head away while Davis continued staring.
"I still can't believe this, Sul. They didn't deserve this, not them."
Sully nodded, "Let's go."
The pair emerged from the darkness of the church squinting; the sun was especially harsh today. Sully wondered how that could be, how the sun could just go right on shining after this. He looked around and saw people bustling by. They were moving on too, oblivious to everything that had happened. But he couldn't just move on. Neither could Davis, or any of the paramedics or any of the people back at the station. It just wasn't right.