Hour ten

Bosco watched her head twitch again before laying his hand on the side of her face.

"Twitching and restlessness." Jordan reported dutifully, looking back over her shoulder. Kate nodded, looking over the post it.

"That's probably the morphine."

"The shivering too." Cavanaugh looked at Boscorelli, he bit his lip as she moaned again, her head turning frantically from side to side.

"Faith.." He whispered, stroking her cheekbone with his thumb. "Is she waking up?"

"The drugs are wearing off." Kate nodded. "She's going to detox and it's not going to be pretty."

"Jesus." He whispered.

Her mouth drew into a sour scowl as she turned towards the sound of his voice.

"Boz?"

"Faith?" The high pitched plea of his voice got everyone's attention. Woody walked froward a little, watching Boscorelli drop his face next to his partner's.

"What happened?" She whined weakly. Bosco pressed his head against the table.

"Every thing's gonna be okay." He breathed, straightening his arms and pushing off of the table.

"He hit me." She mumbled. "With a pipe.." Bosco squeezed his eyes shut. That was six months ago.

"You're gonna be okay." He repeated.

"I don't feel good.." She panted, panic seeping into her emerging consciousness.

"I know." He dropped his face close to hers. Woody watched her hand tremble until her fingers brushed his cheek."I'm sorry."

"Are you okay?" Hoyt swallowed hard at the concern in her voice.

"Yeah.." If Woody had to describe the tone the man used he would have said tender. "I'm okay."

"You sure?" Her thumb moved across his face.

"Yeah. I'm okay." Boscorelli repeated, sniffing at the irony, pressing his lips against her forehead.

"I feel pretty bad, Boz."

Hour twenty

"Get them off of me!" She screamed again before scratching at her arm, Bosco pulled her hand away when she started drawing blood. "I can't.. They're on me!"

"Nothing's on you." Bosco looked at the gashes on her arm with a wince. "Faith nothings on you!"

"Nothings..?" She looked at him in disbelief before moaning and curling into a ball. He rubbed her back.

"Shh.. It's okay. It's alright." He smoothed back her hair from her sweaty face, before shooting Jordan an anguished look.

"It's all normal. " She assured him. "Back and leg spasms, abdominal cramping.." She shook her head.

Bosco shut his eyes again pressing his face against his partners shoulder and muttering calm words.

"What's happening?" Her frightened voice made it hard for him to breath.

"I told you." He said softly. "You're sick, but we're going to help you and your going to be okay. Remember?"

"I need to go to the Hospital.." She shook her head at him, her teary eyes blurring in confusion.

"I know." He assured her. "As soon as it's safe."

"Boz.."

"I'm going to get us out of here, okay?" She nodded, her chin barely moving before curling herself tighter into a ball. He kept his hand on her shoulder before dropping his weight against the edge of the table and glancing over at Hoyt who was struggling with logs for the fire.

Jordan picked up the smaller jug of water and held it up to the woman's lips.

"Faith try and drink a little." She whispered, nodding at Boscorelli's questioning gaze. He moved slowly away from his partner and towards the other man.

"You doing okay?" Woody asked quietly as Boscorelli pulled a few logs from his stack.

"I don't know how much longer she can take this."

"Worst parts not over." Woody muttered crouching down to the fire place. "'Bout half way through day three.. that's when it gets ugly."

"Voice of experience?"

"My brother." Hoyt sighed. "He's been in and out of rehab more times that Lindsay Lohan."

Bosco watched him cautiously before nodding.

"Fucked up childhood?"

"Yep."

"I think it's a rule. Fucked up childhood plus two sons equals one cop one druggie."

"You too?" Woody watched him nod again. "Younger brother?"

"Yeah." Bosco looked at the ground, Hoyt turned back to the wood.

"You sure it's okay to light it?"

"It's still pretty overcast.." Boscorelli told him absently, his words cut off by a sudden crash. Boscorelli spun around, his eyes falling on his partner. The air left his lungs like he'd been hit in the gut. Yokas' arms shook as she extend his service rifle towards Jordan Cavanaugh.

"Where the hell are my kids?" Faith yelled. "What the hell did you do to them?"

"Faith.." Bosco called, his head whipping back as Hoyt pulling his gun from his belt and pointed it at the woman. "Whoa.. Whoa." Bosco put himself in front of Hoyt's weapon. "Everybody take a breath!"

He moved slowly towards his partner.

"Where are my kids?" The gun shook as Bosco stood behind her.

"New York." Jordan's wide eyes blinked.

"What did-?" Faith gasped, her arm wrapping around her waist as she grimaced, Bosco watched the way her grip on his gun tightened.

"Faith.." He whispered, dropping his hands onto her back.

"She has my kids.." Her arms shook as he smoothed his hand over her shoulder and down her arm towards her gun.

"Charlie and Em are at my Ma's." He whispered, his hand joining hers hand on his side arm.

"No.." Faith shook her head in confusion, her face scrunching tighter as she curved into her self. He took that moment to free the gun from her grasp and hand it over his head to Hoyt. Jordan exhaled almost as loud as Woody."She.. Ahh.."

"Your sick Faith." He told her softly, rubbing his thumb against the base of her neck. "You're confused."

"I'm.." She leaned her body back against her partner.

"She's here to help you." He soothed. "I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. Or the kids."

"Bosco.." Her pain filled voice broke into a sob as he pulled her tight against him.

"It's okay." He muttered, pressing his lips into her hair. "Hoyt."

"Yeah?" Boscorelli stuck his leg out away from the table.

"I need you to take my back up too."

Woody took a deep breath.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to be unarmed."

"I don't think it's a good idea to let my drugged partner shoot someone." He shot back.

They stared at each other for a few seconds before Hoyt dropped to the floor and unstrapped the holster from his ankle.

Hour Thirty

"I've gotta get out of here."

"Faith calm down." Bosco took her by the shoulders again, before she violently pulled away. Jordan jumped up from her spot on the floor to help.

"Get away from me." She shouted at the other woman before looking back at Bosco. "I'm going to die here."

"You're not going to die." Her partner whispered calmly. "I told you, you're sick, but we're going to-."

"I HAVE GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE!" She pushed away from him her body shaking, he kept his arms out ready to catch her. Woody Hoyt stood up from his spot behind him.

"We can't leave." Hoyt told her cautiously.

"Stay away from me." She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm not going to let you hurt me."

"Faith I'm not going to let anyone hurt you." Bosco told her quickly.

"They did." She shook her head at him beads of sweat falling off her damp face.

"Who did?" Jordan asked suddenly.

"You said you wouldn't let them. You said you'd be there for me." She glared at her partner. "But you weren't there."

"Faith.." Bosco whispered moving the slightest bit forward.

"I am your partner, Bosco. You're supposed to have my back. And I do everything for you and you are never there for me, ever." She collapsed back against the table, shrugging him away when moved to help her. "I bail you out all the time. And I'm sick of it! I'm sick of you!" He froze, watching her eyes narrow at him as her legs wobbled and she slid to the ground. "You are just like so immature and you are unreliable and you are useless! Do you hear me? You are useless!"

She stopped screaming, her body trembling with the effort before crying out in pain again. He watched her double over onto her side on the floor, clutching at her stomach.

He stood motionless for a second, watching Jordan drop beside her and lay her hand on her shoulder."Damn it!" She yelled in frustration. He took a step towards her before Woody's hand grabbed his arm.

"Why don't you get some air?" He said softly, Bosco ducked his head as he nodded to avoid the man's sympathetic gaze.

He walked quickly through the kitchen, tossing the door open and walking out into the bare back yard. He let his back scrape against the hard stucko house as he dropped into a squat covering his face with his hands.

"Are you Dr. Cavanaugh?"

His body stiffened at the voice before his hand dropped instinctively to his gun. The gun which he'd given Hoyt. He pulled himself slowly to his feet looking at the man standing ten feet away. The other man apparently still had his weapon.

"Are you?" He tilted the gun at him again, he watched it shake slightly. He wasn't used to holding it on someone, the cop recognized. It felt wrong to him, and that was just fine with Boscorelli.

"No." Bosco looked the guy over. Average height, average build. He could take him if he had to, subdue him long enough to get Hoyt out here.

"I need to talk to him."

"I'm the only one here." He lied, lifting his hands and moving foreword, he wasn't going to let this guy anywhere near his partner. The intruder slowly lowered his gun to his side.

"Dr. Jonas sent me here to help Dr. Cavanaugh. He said to tell him that Macy said he was okay. That they could listen to me."

"What the hell can you do to help? Can you get us out of here?"

"No." The other man shook his head. "I can get you to the school. There is electricity there, running water. The things from the car.."

"Why should I believe you?"

Bosco heard the door open, his eyes widened as the man's gun rose again. He turned his head towards the house and watched Hoyt's own side arm lift. Woody said nothing, casting a look at Boscorelli.

"He says he's here to help." Bosco informed him. "I was just asking him why I should believe him."

"All I can say is what Dr. Jonas said."

"Dr. Jonas?" Woody's voice rose a little.

"He said to tell Dr. Cavanaugh that Dr. Macy said it was okay."

Bosco watched Woody's gun lower, so did the other man's.

"Why are you doing what Dr. Jonas wants you too?"

"He's my boss."

"Yeah mine too I think." Jordan whispered from the doorway, shooting her boyfriend and cryptic glance.