TAKE ME AWAY (1/?)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All Third Watch characters are the property of the genius himself- John Wells, oh and NBC, WB...etc. Summary: A domestic dispute turns both Faith's and Bosco's life upside down.... Author's Note: This is my first fic. After being an avid reader for a long time, you guys have inspired me to strike out on my own and give it a try. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
"Why are you doing this?"
His head slowly turned towards me and his eyes finally met mine. With no warning he charged in my direction, stopping just inches from my face. His eyes were wild with hatred and in that moment I knew it was over. He had lost it, snapped, was out of touch with reality.
"Do you know what your partner did to my family, " he screamed, spit hitting my face. "He took her away, she was the only one left, and now I have no one, NO ONE." he shouted and backhanded me across the face.
Momentarily stunned, I started to panic, thinking that maybe I had pushed too far. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode, but just as his rage was quick to flare up, it was also quick to dissipate.
He drew away from me, lowering his raised fist. His face became calm and serene and I wasn't sure which was more unsettling. As he walked up the stairs out of the dark, damp basement, Faith could hear him mumbling, "Soon he will feel my pain".
PREVIOUS WEEK
The continuous drumming on the steering wheel was driving Faith crazy. "Would you stop that already."
Bosco looked in her direction and was greeted with an icy stare "Jeez, what crawled up your ass?"
"Nothing, I just wish you would stop that, it's giving me a headache." she said in a defeated tone.
"It's that time of the month isn't it?" he grinned at his comment knowing she would get mad. But instead of her usual witty come back she didn't reply, just kept staring out the window.
"Earth to Yokas?" When she didn't answer he turned in his seat to look at her.
"Faith?" he asked catiously.
"Central to 55david" crackled over the radio.
Faith grabbed the radio "55david to central"
"Respond to a domestic dispute at 209 Smith Street"
"10-4 Central," Not another one" Faith moaned as she turned on the sirens while Bosco headed towards Smith street
"We'll talk about this later," Bosco said.
"Look, I am fine alright. " she said with a hint of warning in her tone.
"Are you sick again", his voice that of a little boy's. Lately he had started to constantly worry about her. His nightmares started to include her. Each nightmare he was unable to save her from some kind of evil. He shuddered when he thought about it.
Faith's demeanor instantly softened, placing a hand over his, she softly replyed " No Boz, I am not sick. Just tired ok, I promise." Satisfied with her answer he pulled up to the apartment on Smith Street and switched to cop mode.
****
They both raced up the stairs to apartment 209, it wasn't difficult to find. Shouts and loud crashes could be heard at the end of the hallway. Bosco glanced, she signaled back that she was ready
"Police, Open up," Faith shouted as she pounded on the door. A scream could be heard from behind the closed door and Faith felt Bosco tense beside her. Just as Bosco was going to kick the door in, it was opened and they were faced with a barrel of a shotgun. Behind him a women could be seen sprawled face first on the ground, unmoving.
"Sir, I need you to put the gun down." Faith said in a somewhat calm tone.
"Fuck you," the man sneered, the smell of alcohol permeating to her nose. He stood about 6 feet and weighed at least 200 pounds.
Slowly reaching for his service weapon Bosco said "Put the gun down asshole"
Faith quickly looked toward Bosco knowing he was about to do something, they would regret.
"Keep your hands where I can see them" the man yelled, shoving the barrel closer to Bosco's face.
"Ok man, chill out, we were called here on a domestic dispute....."
"Stay the fuck out of my business you fucking cops." the man screamed becoming more agitated.
Just as the man was about to shoot, he was hit in the back of the head, falling to the floor. A women with a baseball bat and a bloody face stood over her husband and started sobbing. Bosco reached the woman just as she was about to collapse. Faith checked the man's pulse, placed cuffs on his wrists and unloaded the shotgun.
"55-david to Central, we need a bus to this location, one unconcious victim and one victim with severe wounds."
"Bus has been dispatched 55david"
Bosco continued to hold the women as she wept and looked up to Faith with pain in his eyes. She knew that he hated domestics. It always brought up a past he never wanted to deal with.
"The ambulance is on the way miss," Faith said softly as she knelt down to the floor.
A whisper came from the woman "Is he alive?"
"Do you want him to be?" Bosco asked in an angry tone.
"I love him, he is my husband." her voice getting stronger.
Bosco let go of the women and stood, disgust written all over his face. He was about to give her a reality check when Doc and Carlos walked in and started checking the husband.
"Boz, we should go." Faith lightly touched his arm. He angrily pulled away and stormed back to the RMP.
"He ok?" Doc asked as he moved over to the woman.
Faith sighed, "He just needs to cool off."
"Is that possible?" Carlos snidely replyed. Faith shook her head, ignored his statement and walked to meet her partner outside.
***
The rest of their shift went by without incident. Neither Bosco or Faith spoke the rest of the shift but in the locker room Faith could feel Bosco begin to calm down.
"Do you need a ride home tonight." he asked before he put his jacket on.
"It is such a nice night outside, I think I'll walk."
He got the funny feeling in his stomach that he got every night she refused his offer and walked home instead. But tonight he didn't want to argue, so he just nodded.
"Night Faith."
"Night Boz"
tbc?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All Third Watch characters are the property of the genius himself- John Wells, oh and NBC, WB...etc. Summary: A domestic dispute turns both Faith's and Bosco's life upside down.... Author's Note: This is my first fic. After being an avid reader for a long time, you guys have inspired me to strike out on my own and give it a try. Feedback is greatly appreciated.
"Why are you doing this?"
His head slowly turned towards me and his eyes finally met mine. With no warning he charged in my direction, stopping just inches from my face. His eyes were wild with hatred and in that moment I knew it was over. He had lost it, snapped, was out of touch with reality.
"Do you know what your partner did to my family, " he screamed, spit hitting my face. "He took her away, she was the only one left, and now I have no one, NO ONE." he shouted and backhanded me across the face.
Momentarily stunned, I started to panic, thinking that maybe I had pushed too far. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode, but just as his rage was quick to flare up, it was also quick to dissipate.
He drew away from me, lowering his raised fist. His face became calm and serene and I wasn't sure which was more unsettling. As he walked up the stairs out of the dark, damp basement, Faith could hear him mumbling, "Soon he will feel my pain".
PREVIOUS WEEK
The continuous drumming on the steering wheel was driving Faith crazy. "Would you stop that already."
Bosco looked in her direction and was greeted with an icy stare "Jeez, what crawled up your ass?"
"Nothing, I just wish you would stop that, it's giving me a headache." she said in a defeated tone.
"It's that time of the month isn't it?" he grinned at his comment knowing she would get mad. But instead of her usual witty come back she didn't reply, just kept staring out the window.
"Earth to Yokas?" When she didn't answer he turned in his seat to look at her.
"Faith?" he asked catiously.
"Central to 55david" crackled over the radio.
Faith grabbed the radio "55david to central"
"Respond to a domestic dispute at 209 Smith Street"
"10-4 Central," Not another one" Faith moaned as she turned on the sirens while Bosco headed towards Smith street
"We'll talk about this later," Bosco said.
"Look, I am fine alright. " she said with a hint of warning in her tone.
"Are you sick again", his voice that of a little boy's. Lately he had started to constantly worry about her. His nightmares started to include her. Each nightmare he was unable to save her from some kind of evil. He shuddered when he thought about it.
Faith's demeanor instantly softened, placing a hand over his, she softly replyed " No Boz, I am not sick. Just tired ok, I promise." Satisfied with her answer he pulled up to the apartment on Smith Street and switched to cop mode.
****
They both raced up the stairs to apartment 209, it wasn't difficult to find. Shouts and loud crashes could be heard at the end of the hallway. Bosco glanced, she signaled back that she was ready
"Police, Open up," Faith shouted as she pounded on the door. A scream could be heard from behind the closed door and Faith felt Bosco tense beside her. Just as Bosco was going to kick the door in, it was opened and they were faced with a barrel of a shotgun. Behind him a women could be seen sprawled face first on the ground, unmoving.
"Sir, I need you to put the gun down." Faith said in a somewhat calm tone.
"Fuck you," the man sneered, the smell of alcohol permeating to her nose. He stood about 6 feet and weighed at least 200 pounds.
Slowly reaching for his service weapon Bosco said "Put the gun down asshole"
Faith quickly looked toward Bosco knowing he was about to do something, they would regret.
"Keep your hands where I can see them" the man yelled, shoving the barrel closer to Bosco's face.
"Ok man, chill out, we were called here on a domestic dispute....."
"Stay the fuck out of my business you fucking cops." the man screamed becoming more agitated.
Just as the man was about to shoot, he was hit in the back of the head, falling to the floor. A women with a baseball bat and a bloody face stood over her husband and started sobbing. Bosco reached the woman just as she was about to collapse. Faith checked the man's pulse, placed cuffs on his wrists and unloaded the shotgun.
"55-david to Central, we need a bus to this location, one unconcious victim and one victim with severe wounds."
"Bus has been dispatched 55david"
Bosco continued to hold the women as she wept and looked up to Faith with pain in his eyes. She knew that he hated domestics. It always brought up a past he never wanted to deal with.
"The ambulance is on the way miss," Faith said softly as she knelt down to the floor.
A whisper came from the woman "Is he alive?"
"Do you want him to be?" Bosco asked in an angry tone.
"I love him, he is my husband." her voice getting stronger.
Bosco let go of the women and stood, disgust written all over his face. He was about to give her a reality check when Doc and Carlos walked in and started checking the husband.
"Boz, we should go." Faith lightly touched his arm. He angrily pulled away and stormed back to the RMP.
"He ok?" Doc asked as he moved over to the woman.
Faith sighed, "He just needs to cool off."
"Is that possible?" Carlos snidely replyed. Faith shook her head, ignored his statement and walked to meet her partner outside.
***
The rest of their shift went by without incident. Neither Bosco or Faith spoke the rest of the shift but in the locker room Faith could feel Bosco begin to calm down.
"Do you need a ride home tonight." he asked before he put his jacket on.
"It is such a nice night outside, I think I'll walk."
He got the funny feeling in his stomach that he got every night she refused his offer and walked home instead. But tonight he didn't want to argue, so he just nodded.
"Night Faith."
"Night Boz"
tbc?