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Chapter 3-Start Of A Wonderful Partnership
Faith's posture and face showed no hint of the disappointment that she felt inside when the rookie told Davis and her his last name. But for some reason something inside was telling her not to give up hope that something was particular with the kid. That there was some kind of back-story to him and that she needed to make sure she watched out for him. People just couldn't look like one another and not be related and this kid was an almost exact copy of Maurice Boscorelli. To the hair to the smirk to the way with the cocky stance, everything was right and she had to find out this kid's history. Because everybody knew people didn't look like one another unless they were related, the gene past on from generation to get look alikes.
As the disappointment could be felt still all over her body, Faith controlled to keep her friendly smile on her face.
"Mathew's....well nice to meet you....what was your first name again?"
Mathews looked hesitant at first, not sure if he wanted to tell them.
"Well I didn't want to tell you but...." he looked around to see if anybody was horning on their conversation. "It's Maurice, Maurice Mathews."
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"Push one more time honey, come on baby...sweety you're almost there."
Her mother held onto Lauren's hand as she pushed another time. The strength in Lauren's hand tightened causing her mother to slightly wince as she could feel the amount of pressure being put on her small and frail hand.
A small grunt could be heard from Lauren and then the beginning of a new born baby infant cry.
Lauren relaxed, letting her sweaty and tired head roll to her side to watch the doctors and nurses work around her baby. For a couple minutes later a nurse came back smiling holding Lauren's newborn. She placed the babe into the waiting arms of Lauren.
"Say hello to your new 8pound healthy baby boy."
Lauren's face broke out into a proud smile with fresh tears already beginning to weld up in her eyes.
"Have you chosen a name for him?" asked the nurse.
"Yes I have," Lauren looked at her mother who was smiling at the bundle in Lauren's arms. "his name is Maurice....Maurice Mathews."
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Maurice, his name was Maurice. All Faith could think was now there had to be some connection just had to be and she would find it. Faith knew she was getting her hopes up, but hearing that name again, just made them soar. She tried to think of anyway to stay with the kid and show him maybe the ropes and hopefully his past.
"Sarge....we need you in the rolecall room for a moment."
Faith nodded at the officer who came to beckon her away. She looked at Davis, and had it written all over her face she didn't want to just leave but he nodded.
"Don't worry, I'll get him situated with a cop who can show him the ropes." He winked at her and she gave a small smile and then nodded walking away.
Mathews looked at Faith's retreating back with curiosity and then turned and looked at Davis.
"What is wrong? You all act as though you seen a ghost when you saw me first, I mean what is wrong....I'm I missing something here?"
Davis looked at Mathews. Every time he glanced or looked he could swear he would be looking at his friend but then he had to remember he was dead and you can't come back from death no matter how much you cried and prayed for them to come back to you. Davis then realized it wasn't yet his place to tell Mathews why everybody was walking on sharp edges every time they saw him.
"It's nothin really," he then turned around and called over his shoulder "come on let's get you with an officer who can show you the streets."
Mathews at first watched Davis walked away. He thought Detective Davis would tell him but instead decided to blow that question off. "Whatava." he mumbled to himself as he shrugged his shoulders and followed the older officer.
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Bosco and Faith had patrolled the area as usual, listening over the radio for any calls. But as Bosco pulled up to a light, a man came fleeing by while another man was yelling in another language shooting a shotgun.
"What the," naturally was Faith's question. She looked behind her and before she could even register what Bosco and she should do, her younger partner was out of the car and chasing after the suspect, leaving her in the car sitting there.
Faith got out of the car and yelled at Bosco to come back and they could chase him in the car but her words laid on deaf ears. She ran to the driver's side and hopped in and with screeching tires she took after her partner.
"55-David in pursuit of a white male, maybe armed, fleeing a store, officer on foot in pursuit."
(55-Charlie Squad)
Sully listened as Faith began to tell them the description as to where they where headed. He shook his head just seeing the trouble that lay ahead for Faith, having a partner like Bosco. He turned his squad car around putting the lights and sirens on to head towards 55-David.
Bosco could feel his heart pumping and his adrenaline rushing and he couldn't help but smirk and love the feeling of chasing somebody. It was like he was the notorious cat on the street and he was catching the sly mouse.
He stopped and brought out his gun and saw the door that was open slightly. He didn't even think about waiting for backup and letting this jag off getting away from him. So he proceed in and hearing the siren of what sounded like two squad cars coming tearing down the street he stepped into the empty house.
The house was abandoned and boarded up. Things were scattered about, boxes and some cans. The place had collected a huge amount of dust and cobwebs and having the look as though the place hadn't been disturbed until recently.
Bosco looked down and could see the dust and the footsteps the guy had run through. They lead up the stairs. He stopped on the last step,, not being able to see a thing. His instincts told him not to go any further, his training warned him to wait for his partner and secure the building but his need to catch the guy fired more and he just grabbed his flashlight and continued on.
"Faith where is your partner?"
Both officers got out of the car and were looking around. They had lost sight of the suspect and Bosco and were now at a lost. Bosco was refusing to answer his radio and it began to make Faith panicky.
"Bosco tell me what building your in.....Bosco? Bosco where are you?"
Bosco's radio kept on crackling and fearing it would give him away he juggled the handgun and flashlight into one hand and with his fingers he turned the volume down really low.
His breathing was heavy and he could feel a bit of sweat trickle down the back of his neck and fall under his clothes and made a tickling sensation go up his spine.
With very little light he quickly moved down the hallway feeling every door and feeling every single one was locked. Getting to the last one he was rewarded with it being unlocked, so he quickly kicked it open and moving his flashlight around trying to see anything or anyone.
The man who was in waiting watched as the officer stepped in. He didn't want to be caught. He thought he would get away with everything till he realized he was being followed now he was trapped so his only option was to either go with the officer quietly or try and get past him. His mind made the decision and hoping he was right he ran quickly and pushed past the officer hoping it would take him by surprise and make him loose his balance and fall behind but to his dismay the officer was quick on his feet and thumping right behind.
Bosco was pissed when he felt himself being shoved out of the way, he dropped his flashlight by accident as he stumbled but he angrily turned back around and blindly ran down the hall.
He was almost on top of him when he was flying through the air and realized he had made the mistake of forgetting where the stairs were.
Both of the males tumbled and grunted as they rolled down the steps in a clumsy fashion. Hitting the walls and the stair banister they came to a stop at the end. Arms and legs were entangled, making it hard to figure out who's arm or who's leg belonged to who.
With a grunt Bosco pushed the guy off of him. His entire body hurt after that fall and he could feel something warm and sticky on the side of his face, but ignoring it he began to try and move. He thought the guy was knocked out but when the male started moving Bosco began trying to get back onto his feet.
The white male began to try and get up but all he could succeed in doing was to crawl and trying to get his body to cooperate and stand up. Finally succeeding by beginning to get the momentum to begin to run he never anticipated another tackle from the officer.
Faith and Sullivan were still trying to get a hold of Bosco and walking up and slowly up the sidewalk looking at and everyone building, when they heard a loud crash from behind them. Both cops turned around to find a male an officer on the ground.
"Bosco?"
Both of them began to run towards the two men who were lying on the ground.
Bosco shook his head and rolled of the guy and looked up into the sky when he saw Faith's face and Sully looking at him from him above. Looking away Faith and Sully looked at each other trying to comprehend what had just happened and they looked back at Bosco who looked confused more then ever.
"What?"
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Faith stood off to the side as the doctor finished stitching up her partner. She didn't know what to do or say but to just stand there and stare at him. As the doctor mumbled something and walked out Faith shook her head.
"I can't believe you did that."
Bosco stood up, looked over at Faith and shook his head.
"Did what?"
"Didn't wait for us....me. Bosco you went in without backup, what if that man had a gun, shot you....killed you?"
Bosco acted as usual like it didn't effect him as he just simply rolled his eyes and gently touched the now tender spot on his head that now had stitches in it.
"Wow, first day we work with each other on the job and your already started bitching at me like you're my Mommy."
Faith watched as Bosco walked out shaking his head and leaving her to stand there with nothing but a blank look on her face. It took every little bit of willpower that she had not to go and smack him upside the head. She didn't know this side of Bosco for he had never shown it before. All Faith had seen out of her new partner was this not so serious guy and always joking, but today she got this annoyed and outspoken guy in place of the guy she meet in Academy School. A guy who didn't even think as he ran the seat of his pants going into a situation where he should have waited for backup.
Faith couldn't help wonder if for some reason they were placed together because of the rumors people said how Bosco handled things, that she was going to be the anchor to the partnership to keeping him somewhat settled down and made sure he didn't go off half-cocked.
Walking out of the room she wondered again what kind of partnership they would have and with a knowing gut feeling, she knew it wasn't going to be all to bad most of the time.
TBC....In Chapter 4-To Tired To Cry
Chapter 3-Start Of A Wonderful Partnership
Faith's posture and face showed no hint of the disappointment that she felt inside when the rookie told Davis and her his last name. But for some reason something inside was telling her not to give up hope that something was particular with the kid. That there was some kind of back-story to him and that she needed to make sure she watched out for him. People just couldn't look like one another and not be related and this kid was an almost exact copy of Maurice Boscorelli. To the hair to the smirk to the way with the cocky stance, everything was right and she had to find out this kid's history. Because everybody knew people didn't look like one another unless they were related, the gene past on from generation to get look alikes.
As the disappointment could be felt still all over her body, Faith controlled to keep her friendly smile on her face.
"Mathew's....well nice to meet you....what was your first name again?"
Mathews looked hesitant at first, not sure if he wanted to tell them.
"Well I didn't want to tell you but...." he looked around to see if anybody was horning on their conversation. "It's Maurice, Maurice Mathews."
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"Push one more time honey, come on baby...sweety you're almost there."
Her mother held onto Lauren's hand as she pushed another time. The strength in Lauren's hand tightened causing her mother to slightly wince as she could feel the amount of pressure being put on her small and frail hand.
A small grunt could be heard from Lauren and then the beginning of a new born baby infant cry.
Lauren relaxed, letting her sweaty and tired head roll to her side to watch the doctors and nurses work around her baby. For a couple minutes later a nurse came back smiling holding Lauren's newborn. She placed the babe into the waiting arms of Lauren.
"Say hello to your new 8pound healthy baby boy."
Lauren's face broke out into a proud smile with fresh tears already beginning to weld up in her eyes.
"Have you chosen a name for him?" asked the nurse.
"Yes I have," Lauren looked at her mother who was smiling at the bundle in Lauren's arms. "his name is Maurice....Maurice Mathews."
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Maurice, his name was Maurice. All Faith could think was now there had to be some connection just had to be and she would find it. Faith knew she was getting her hopes up, but hearing that name again, just made them soar. She tried to think of anyway to stay with the kid and show him maybe the ropes and hopefully his past.
"Sarge....we need you in the rolecall room for a moment."
Faith nodded at the officer who came to beckon her away. She looked at Davis, and had it written all over her face she didn't want to just leave but he nodded.
"Don't worry, I'll get him situated with a cop who can show him the ropes." He winked at her and she gave a small smile and then nodded walking away.
Mathews looked at Faith's retreating back with curiosity and then turned and looked at Davis.
"What is wrong? You all act as though you seen a ghost when you saw me first, I mean what is wrong....I'm I missing something here?"
Davis looked at Mathews. Every time he glanced or looked he could swear he would be looking at his friend but then he had to remember he was dead and you can't come back from death no matter how much you cried and prayed for them to come back to you. Davis then realized it wasn't yet his place to tell Mathews why everybody was walking on sharp edges every time they saw him.
"It's nothin really," he then turned around and called over his shoulder "come on let's get you with an officer who can show you the streets."
Mathews at first watched Davis walked away. He thought Detective Davis would tell him but instead decided to blow that question off. "Whatava." he mumbled to himself as he shrugged his shoulders and followed the older officer.
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Bosco and Faith had patrolled the area as usual, listening over the radio for any calls. But as Bosco pulled up to a light, a man came fleeing by while another man was yelling in another language shooting a shotgun.
"What the," naturally was Faith's question. She looked behind her and before she could even register what Bosco and she should do, her younger partner was out of the car and chasing after the suspect, leaving her in the car sitting there.
Faith got out of the car and yelled at Bosco to come back and they could chase him in the car but her words laid on deaf ears. She ran to the driver's side and hopped in and with screeching tires she took after her partner.
"55-David in pursuit of a white male, maybe armed, fleeing a store, officer on foot in pursuit."
(55-Charlie Squad)
Sully listened as Faith began to tell them the description as to where they where headed. He shook his head just seeing the trouble that lay ahead for Faith, having a partner like Bosco. He turned his squad car around putting the lights and sirens on to head towards 55-David.
Bosco could feel his heart pumping and his adrenaline rushing and he couldn't help but smirk and love the feeling of chasing somebody. It was like he was the notorious cat on the street and he was catching the sly mouse.
He stopped and brought out his gun and saw the door that was open slightly. He didn't even think about waiting for backup and letting this jag off getting away from him. So he proceed in and hearing the siren of what sounded like two squad cars coming tearing down the street he stepped into the empty house.
The house was abandoned and boarded up. Things were scattered about, boxes and some cans. The place had collected a huge amount of dust and cobwebs and having the look as though the place hadn't been disturbed until recently.
Bosco looked down and could see the dust and the footsteps the guy had run through. They lead up the stairs. He stopped on the last step,, not being able to see a thing. His instincts told him not to go any further, his training warned him to wait for his partner and secure the building but his need to catch the guy fired more and he just grabbed his flashlight and continued on.
"Faith where is your partner?"
Both officers got out of the car and were looking around. They had lost sight of the suspect and Bosco and were now at a lost. Bosco was refusing to answer his radio and it began to make Faith panicky.
"Bosco tell me what building your in.....Bosco? Bosco where are you?"
Bosco's radio kept on crackling and fearing it would give him away he juggled the handgun and flashlight into one hand and with his fingers he turned the volume down really low.
His breathing was heavy and he could feel a bit of sweat trickle down the back of his neck and fall under his clothes and made a tickling sensation go up his spine.
With very little light he quickly moved down the hallway feeling every door and feeling every single one was locked. Getting to the last one he was rewarded with it being unlocked, so he quickly kicked it open and moving his flashlight around trying to see anything or anyone.
The man who was in waiting watched as the officer stepped in. He didn't want to be caught. He thought he would get away with everything till he realized he was being followed now he was trapped so his only option was to either go with the officer quietly or try and get past him. His mind made the decision and hoping he was right he ran quickly and pushed past the officer hoping it would take him by surprise and make him loose his balance and fall behind but to his dismay the officer was quick on his feet and thumping right behind.
Bosco was pissed when he felt himself being shoved out of the way, he dropped his flashlight by accident as he stumbled but he angrily turned back around and blindly ran down the hall.
He was almost on top of him when he was flying through the air and realized he had made the mistake of forgetting where the stairs were.
Both of the males tumbled and grunted as they rolled down the steps in a clumsy fashion. Hitting the walls and the stair banister they came to a stop at the end. Arms and legs were entangled, making it hard to figure out who's arm or who's leg belonged to who.
With a grunt Bosco pushed the guy off of him. His entire body hurt after that fall and he could feel something warm and sticky on the side of his face, but ignoring it he began to try and move. He thought the guy was knocked out but when the male started moving Bosco began trying to get back onto his feet.
The white male began to try and get up but all he could succeed in doing was to crawl and trying to get his body to cooperate and stand up. Finally succeeding by beginning to get the momentum to begin to run he never anticipated another tackle from the officer.
Faith and Sullivan were still trying to get a hold of Bosco and walking up and slowly up the sidewalk looking at and everyone building, when they heard a loud crash from behind them. Both cops turned around to find a male an officer on the ground.
"Bosco?"
Both of them began to run towards the two men who were lying on the ground.
Bosco shook his head and rolled of the guy and looked up into the sky when he saw Faith's face and Sully looking at him from him above. Looking away Faith and Sully looked at each other trying to comprehend what had just happened and they looked back at Bosco who looked confused more then ever.
"What?"
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Faith stood off to the side as the doctor finished stitching up her partner. She didn't know what to do or say but to just stand there and stare at him. As the doctor mumbled something and walked out Faith shook her head.
"I can't believe you did that."
Bosco stood up, looked over at Faith and shook his head.
"Did what?"
"Didn't wait for us....me. Bosco you went in without backup, what if that man had a gun, shot you....killed you?"
Bosco acted as usual like it didn't effect him as he just simply rolled his eyes and gently touched the now tender spot on his head that now had stitches in it.
"Wow, first day we work with each other on the job and your already started bitching at me like you're my Mommy."
Faith watched as Bosco walked out shaking his head and leaving her to stand there with nothing but a blank look on her face. It took every little bit of willpower that she had not to go and smack him upside the head. She didn't know this side of Bosco for he had never shown it before. All Faith had seen out of her new partner was this not so serious guy and always joking, but today she got this annoyed and outspoken guy in place of the guy she meet in Academy School. A guy who didn't even think as he ran the seat of his pants going into a situation where he should have waited for backup.
Faith couldn't help wonder if for some reason they were placed together because of the rumors people said how Bosco handled things, that she was going to be the anchor to the partnership to keeping him somewhat settled down and made sure he didn't go off half-cocked.
Walking out of the room she wondered again what kind of partnership they would have and with a knowing gut feeling, she knew it wasn't going to be all to bad most of the time.
TBC....In Chapter 4-To Tired To Cry