Disclaimer: This is for fun, not for profit. I own nothing, and I have no
idea who does…
Okay guys, this is my first attempt ever to write a fanfic so I really want your opinion on it. And if you have any suggestions for a title, they are more than welcome. Hope you enjoy, more to come.
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It was a Monday morning near christmas, and due to the increasing committing of crimes at this time of the year, Bosco had been ordered to patrol the streets by foot. And instead of working 03.00-11.00 he now worked 07.00-15.00. It was better than to be teamed up with some rookie, but he was still enormously grateful that Faith would be of desk duty next week. Especially since he was forced to dress as Santa Claus. For some unknown reason the superintendent had thought it a good idea for him to wear itching, synthetic beard and a pillow strapped to his waist. He felt like an idiot, and the only positive aspect in this whole thing was that he already had gotten half the kettle filled with money to the children's hospital.
Suddenly a well-known scenario a little further up the street caught Boscos attention. The "actors" were an older man in an overcoat, a young man that just happened to bump into him and stopped to apologize, and another young man who approached behind. Bosco had seen it many times before and knew exactly what was going to happen.
He started to walk towards the men with quick steps. When he closed in he picked up the speed to double quick, before he threw himself over one of the young men and pushed him up against the nearest wall.
"Where is the wallet?" he asked curtly.
"What are you talking about?" the young man protested.
"Where is the wallet?" Bosco repeated.
"You have no right…"
Thanks to his sharp hearing Bosco heard the soft thump when the wallet fell to the ground. He bent down and picked it up with his free arm.
"You dropped this."
"I have no idea where that came from!"
Bosco opened the wallet with his thumb and spotted a driver's license.
"It says here that you are sixty-eight years old. And the picture… it's unbelievable. By some reason this mans face has been placed on your license."
He nodded towards the older man whose facial expression showed great confusion. Bosco read his name on the license.
"This fellow here stole your wallet, Mr. Russo."
"Good heavens!" Mr. Russo shook his head and pressed one hand to his chest. "Imagine, Santa Claus himself saved me from a pickpocket…"
Bosco smiled slightly. Coffey and Saunders should be there any minute now; their orders were to patrol the area in the morning while Bosco was playing Santa. Sure enough, half a minute later the RMP came rolling up to them.
After a short explanation of what'd happened, Bosco pushed the thief into the car.
"His partner ran away." he told them. "But with the help of a little torture I believe you can make this chap turn him in."
"Sure," Coffey nodded and blinked at Bosco. "First we read him his rights and then we torture him. Sounds like a good plan to me."
Mr. Russo left his testimony to the two cops in uniform, and when Bosco had adjusted his costume he returned to his kettle and his bell.
Okay guys, this is my first attempt ever to write a fanfic so I really want your opinion on it. And if you have any suggestions for a title, they are more than welcome. Hope you enjoy, more to come.
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It was a Monday morning near christmas, and due to the increasing committing of crimes at this time of the year, Bosco had been ordered to patrol the streets by foot. And instead of working 03.00-11.00 he now worked 07.00-15.00. It was better than to be teamed up with some rookie, but he was still enormously grateful that Faith would be of desk duty next week. Especially since he was forced to dress as Santa Claus. For some unknown reason the superintendent had thought it a good idea for him to wear itching, synthetic beard and a pillow strapped to his waist. He felt like an idiot, and the only positive aspect in this whole thing was that he already had gotten half the kettle filled with money to the children's hospital.
Suddenly a well-known scenario a little further up the street caught Boscos attention. The "actors" were an older man in an overcoat, a young man that just happened to bump into him and stopped to apologize, and another young man who approached behind. Bosco had seen it many times before and knew exactly what was going to happen.
He started to walk towards the men with quick steps. When he closed in he picked up the speed to double quick, before he threw himself over one of the young men and pushed him up against the nearest wall.
"Where is the wallet?" he asked curtly.
"What are you talking about?" the young man protested.
"Where is the wallet?" Bosco repeated.
"You have no right…"
Thanks to his sharp hearing Bosco heard the soft thump when the wallet fell to the ground. He bent down and picked it up with his free arm.
"You dropped this."
"I have no idea where that came from!"
Bosco opened the wallet with his thumb and spotted a driver's license.
"It says here that you are sixty-eight years old. And the picture… it's unbelievable. By some reason this mans face has been placed on your license."
He nodded towards the older man whose facial expression showed great confusion. Bosco read his name on the license.
"This fellow here stole your wallet, Mr. Russo."
"Good heavens!" Mr. Russo shook his head and pressed one hand to his chest. "Imagine, Santa Claus himself saved me from a pickpocket…"
Bosco smiled slightly. Coffey and Saunders should be there any minute now; their orders were to patrol the area in the morning while Bosco was playing Santa. Sure enough, half a minute later the RMP came rolling up to them.
After a short explanation of what'd happened, Bosco pushed the thief into the car.
"His partner ran away." he told them. "But with the help of a little torture I believe you can make this chap turn him in."
"Sure," Coffey nodded and blinked at Bosco. "First we read him his rights and then we torture him. Sounds like a good plan to me."
Mr. Russo left his testimony to the two cops in uniform, and when Bosco had adjusted his costume he returned to his kettle and his bell.