Title: Test of Time (7/12)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Author's Note: Now, I know some people have been wondering whether the character Krychek in my story is the same Krychek from the popular television series The X-Files and the answer to that is no :) Truth is when the name Krychek popped into my head, I remembered it sounded vaguely familiar but couldn't place it for the life of me. That's because I haven't watched The X-Files in about six years :) Anyway, I apologize for any confusion I may have caused and I hope that you continue to enjoy this story.
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 7
It had been seven weeks since Mikey had died. Bosco had been searching non-stop for Krychek but so far had been unsuccessful in tracking him down. Everyday was spent the exact same way. He worked during the day and tracked down Krychek at night. He'd barely been eating or sleeping since Mikey's death, and he knew that it was starting to reflect not only in his appearance but also in his job performance. So, he was not surprised when at the end of his shift, the Lieutenant called him into his office.
"Boscorelli." The Lieutenant said as he held the door open for him.
"Lieu, is there a problem?" Bosco asked as the door was shut behind him.
"Have a seat, Bosco." The Lieutenant said, sitting down at his desk.
"Is something wrong, Lieu?" Bosco asked innocently as he lowered himself into a chair.
"Bosco." Lieu said, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Bosco, first of all I want to tell you how sorry I am for your loss, I know how hard it must be for you. Losing someone in a senseless crime like that." He paused for a few seconds, trying to find the right words. Bosco watched him the entire time. He had a pretty good idea where the Lieutenant was heading but he decided to wait and see how it played out. "I know you want to work Bosco but I'm worried about you - a lot of people are. You haven't been focused lately, and you haven't been eating or sleeping from the looks of it. I spoke to the department psychologist and he feels -"
"I've been seeing the shrink." Bosco said, cutting off the Lieutenant in mid-sentence. "I've been seeing him twice a week since -"
"I know, Bosco. He's told me. He's also told me that although you're telling him everything that he wants to hear, he feels that some time off work in light of everything that's happened - first with Hobart and then with your brother couldn't hurt. He feels that you need some time off work and I'm afraid that I have to agree with him on this." Lieu said, staring at the young man before him. "All I'm saying is to take a couple of weeks off. Go on vacation, relax a little and then come back to us - get better." Lieu said, expecting the hotheaded officer to put up a fight. What Bosco said next stunned him.
"Sure." Bosco said, quickly agreeing with the Lieutenant.
"You're fine with this?"
"I think it's a good idea. Truth be told Lieu, I am a little tired and I could use a break. I've been running on adrenaline the past few weeks and I'm worried about that. I don't want to put Faith or anyone else at risk by being off my game." Bosco said. It took the Lieutenant a few moments to register what Bosco had said. "Is that all, Lieu?" Bosco asked, eager to leave the office.
"Um ... yes." The Lieutenant said as he got up to lead Bosco to the door. "So," He said when he finally got his voice back, "We'll see you in a couple of weeks then."
"Count on it, Lieu." Bosco said as he stepped through the door, glancing at him one last time. He quickly made his way to the locker room and gathered his things keeping an eye out for Faith but not seeing her. As he made his way out of the precinct, he mentally replayed the conversation he'd just had a few minutes ago. Although normally he would be pissed at not being able to work, he was actually happy. He realized that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for. With his job out of the way, he was free to search for Mikey's killer. He was interrupted from his thoughts by Faith who was standing by his car waiting for him.
"Hey." She called out as she saw him approaching.
"Hey." He said, his hands deep in his jacket pockets.
"What did Lieu want to speak to you about?" She asked, curious.
"Told me to take a couple of weeks off, relax a little." Bosco said as he fished his car keys out of his pocket.
"Maybe that's not such a bad idea." Faith said carefully, not wanting to anger her partner.
"Yeah." He said simply, staring back at her.
"Yeah?" She questioned as she took in his calm demeanor. "You're not at all upset about this?" She asked incredulously before realization hit her. "Of course you're not." She said. "This is the opportunity you've been waiting for isn't it?" Faith asked, knowing instinctively that she was right. "Now that your job is out of the way you're free to search for Mikey's killer with no distractions."
"Faith -" Bosco began before he was cut off.
"Bos, have you ever thought about telling the actual cops who are working on Mikey's case about what's going on? Telling them about Krychek, they could probably -"
"No, Faith, okay? Because they don't care about Mikey, to them he was just some low life. They don't care that he's dead. As far as they're concerned the case is closed." Bosco said, getting angrier by the minute.
"Okay." Faith said trying to appease her partner.
"Look Faith, I need to know where you stand." He told her as he gazed at her. "I need to know if you're going to continue to help me or not."
Faith reluctantly nodded her head. "Yeah." She said. "I'll continue to see what I can learn while you're gone but promise me one thing, okay? Promise me that you'll be careful." She said, concern for her partner's welfare clearly strewn across her face. Bosco quickly nodded his head.
"Don't worry about me." He told her as he opened his car door. "I'll be fine. Thanks for helping." He told her before jumping in his car and taking off, leaving her standing alone in the precinct parking lot.
"Yeah." She said as she watched his car disappear down the street. She quickly adjusted her backpack and slowly made her way home, praying that her partner would be careful.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Author's Note: Now, I know some people have been wondering whether the character Krychek in my story is the same Krychek from the popular television series The X-Files and the answer to that is no :) Truth is when the name Krychek popped into my head, I remembered it sounded vaguely familiar but couldn't place it for the life of me. That's because I haven't watched The X-Files in about six years :) Anyway, I apologize for any confusion I may have caused and I hope that you continue to enjoy this story.
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 7
It had been seven weeks since Mikey had died. Bosco had been searching non-stop for Krychek but so far had been unsuccessful in tracking him down. Everyday was spent the exact same way. He worked during the day and tracked down Krychek at night. He'd barely been eating or sleeping since Mikey's death, and he knew that it was starting to reflect not only in his appearance but also in his job performance. So, he was not surprised when at the end of his shift, the Lieutenant called him into his office.
"Boscorelli." The Lieutenant said as he held the door open for him.
"Lieu, is there a problem?" Bosco asked as the door was shut behind him.
"Have a seat, Bosco." The Lieutenant said, sitting down at his desk.
"Is something wrong, Lieu?" Bosco asked innocently as he lowered himself into a chair.
"Bosco." Lieu said, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Bosco, first of all I want to tell you how sorry I am for your loss, I know how hard it must be for you. Losing someone in a senseless crime like that." He paused for a few seconds, trying to find the right words. Bosco watched him the entire time. He had a pretty good idea where the Lieutenant was heading but he decided to wait and see how it played out. "I know you want to work Bosco but I'm worried about you - a lot of people are. You haven't been focused lately, and you haven't been eating or sleeping from the looks of it. I spoke to the department psychologist and he feels -"
"I've been seeing the shrink." Bosco said, cutting off the Lieutenant in mid-sentence. "I've been seeing him twice a week since -"
"I know, Bosco. He's told me. He's also told me that although you're telling him everything that he wants to hear, he feels that some time off work in light of everything that's happened - first with Hobart and then with your brother couldn't hurt. He feels that you need some time off work and I'm afraid that I have to agree with him on this." Lieu said, staring at the young man before him. "All I'm saying is to take a couple of weeks off. Go on vacation, relax a little and then come back to us - get better." Lieu said, expecting the hotheaded officer to put up a fight. What Bosco said next stunned him.
"Sure." Bosco said, quickly agreeing with the Lieutenant.
"You're fine with this?"
"I think it's a good idea. Truth be told Lieu, I am a little tired and I could use a break. I've been running on adrenaline the past few weeks and I'm worried about that. I don't want to put Faith or anyone else at risk by being off my game." Bosco said. It took the Lieutenant a few moments to register what Bosco had said. "Is that all, Lieu?" Bosco asked, eager to leave the office.
"Um ... yes." The Lieutenant said as he got up to lead Bosco to the door. "So," He said when he finally got his voice back, "We'll see you in a couple of weeks then."
"Count on it, Lieu." Bosco said as he stepped through the door, glancing at him one last time. He quickly made his way to the locker room and gathered his things keeping an eye out for Faith but not seeing her. As he made his way out of the precinct, he mentally replayed the conversation he'd just had a few minutes ago. Although normally he would be pissed at not being able to work, he was actually happy. He realized that this was the opportunity he had been waiting for. With his job out of the way, he was free to search for Mikey's killer. He was interrupted from his thoughts by Faith who was standing by his car waiting for him.
"Hey." She called out as she saw him approaching.
"Hey." He said, his hands deep in his jacket pockets.
"What did Lieu want to speak to you about?" She asked, curious.
"Told me to take a couple of weeks off, relax a little." Bosco said as he fished his car keys out of his pocket.
"Maybe that's not such a bad idea." Faith said carefully, not wanting to anger her partner.
"Yeah." He said simply, staring back at her.
"Yeah?" She questioned as she took in his calm demeanor. "You're not at all upset about this?" She asked incredulously before realization hit her. "Of course you're not." She said. "This is the opportunity you've been waiting for isn't it?" Faith asked, knowing instinctively that she was right. "Now that your job is out of the way you're free to search for Mikey's killer with no distractions."
"Faith -" Bosco began before he was cut off.
"Bos, have you ever thought about telling the actual cops who are working on Mikey's case about what's going on? Telling them about Krychek, they could probably -"
"No, Faith, okay? Because they don't care about Mikey, to them he was just some low life. They don't care that he's dead. As far as they're concerned the case is closed." Bosco said, getting angrier by the minute.
"Okay." Faith said trying to appease her partner.
"Look Faith, I need to know where you stand." He told her as he gazed at her. "I need to know if you're going to continue to help me or not."
Faith reluctantly nodded her head. "Yeah." She said. "I'll continue to see what I can learn while you're gone but promise me one thing, okay? Promise me that you'll be careful." She said, concern for her partner's welfare clearly strewn across her face. Bosco quickly nodded his head.
"Don't worry about me." He told her as he opened his car door. "I'll be fine. Thanks for helping." He told her before jumping in his car and taking off, leaving her standing alone in the precinct parking lot.
"Yeah." She said as she watched his car disappear down the street. She quickly adjusted her backpack and slowly made her way home, praying that her partner would be careful.