TAKE ME AWAY (2/3)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. All Third Watch characters are the property of the genius himself- John Wells, oh and NBC, WB...etc.
Warning: Some foul language and some blood....
Author's Note: This is second part of my first fic. Thank you for all your feedback. Everyone is so generous with their kind words. Makes me smile. You guys are the best. Feedback is greatly appreciated. ***
The next day Faith and Bosco had to take a suspect to the hospital after he continued to bang his head on the grill separating the front and back seat in the squad car.
In a disgusted tone Bosco turned to Faith "He's higher than a kite, no wonder the shop owner just laughed in his face."
"If you don't stop that, you are going to have permanent brain damage," Bosco said with a snort. "Although, that could be an improvement in your case."
"What did you take today sir," Faith asked while trying to keep Bosco's smile from making her laugh.
"Some....pretty ...wicked shit...want some cutie?"
Faith rolled her eyes and didn't give him the satisfaction of answering. Bosco just grinned like an idoit, thinking the comment was funny.
After barely getting the suspect out of the car, Faith signed him in and Bosco headed to the washroom.
He didn't know why but he found himself standing outside the hospital room of the couple from the domestic dispute yesterday. The husband was sleeping and the wife, face battered, one eye swollen shut, held his hand.
"He's never going to stop you know," his tone was quiet. "He'll keep hitting you until one of these days YOU will be in that hospital bed."
The woman looked up, tears streaming down her face. After a few moments she spoke "I have no one else." She let go of her husbands hand, wiping the tears from her face.
"You don't get it do you," starting to get angry, seeing his mother in the woman's eyes. "If you don't leave him, he will kill you."
When she didn't answer or even look his way, Bosco turned and left. The rage and helplessness he felt as a boy surged through his veins. He spotted Faith at the main entrance waiting for him.Trying to hide his anger before he reached her.
"What's wrong," she asked immediately.
How did she do that? She could always spot his distress a mile away no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
"Nothing, you ready to head back out," not looking her in the eyes.
She gently touched his arm, "Boz...."
He looked down at her hand on his arm and felt himself relax. Her touch could do that. Faith always chased the demons for him. She was his personal warrior princess.
He took a deep breath and told her about the woman and how she wouldn't leave her asshole husband, that sooner or later he would kill her.
Faith nodded wanting so desperately to take his pain away.
Throughout the rest of the shift Bosco couldn't get the women out of his mind. What a fool, he thought shaking his head, anger building. Why doesn't she just listen!
By the time they got back to the station, Bosco was in such a rage he thought he would smash whatever stood in his way. Deep down he knew his rage was the product of his mother having the same fate when he was a kid. She didn't listen either, refused to leave their father. And in the end all of them, his mother, Mikey, himself, had all paid the price.
He threw his vest into the locker slamming the door shut and kicking the door in frustration.
Startled, Faith looked over at her partner. "You need to calm down before they bring the calvary in here, Boz." trying to lighten the situation.
He angrily turned to her. "You don't get it either Faith do you? You don't understand, you never have. Everytime I tell you about my past you nod and reassure me. But you have no fucking clue!!" He kicked his locker again.
Faith's eyes widened in shock, her mouth open but no words would come. What is the world brought all this on? Is that what he really thinks she asked herself.
"That's not true Bosco, I do understand."
"Fred yelling at you and the kids doesn't count Faith," he said, anger in his eyes. "Stop trying to fix my screwed up life. I don't need you ok, I never did!" With that said, he stormed out, leaving Faith bewildered and a single tear running down her cheek.
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I have to get out of here. Faith tried to struggle with the bonds around her wrists. She was against a wall, her arms spread from her body and anchored to the wall with steel manacles. Her feet were tied together, barely touching the ground.
Her teeth started chattering." Doesn't this joint have any heat?" She thought to herself. A smile formed on her lips thinking about the time the heater broke in the RMP and Bosco freaked out.
After the man had left the basement, her mind started working in over time. She knew this guy was unstable. She flashed back to the shotgun the he had pointed at her and Bosco a week before.
Faith's heart felt heavy as she remembered the argument she and Bosco had after their shift. *I don't need you* she knew he had meant it. His eyes never betrayed him and they were full of anger as he said them. Tears began to stream down her face.
She looked up towards the ceiling, "They aren't going to find me in time are they," she whispered to anyone that would listen.
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"BOZ! I need your help." Faith's screamed to him.
He awoke, sweat running down his body, breathing fast.....the phone was ringing . Gratefully, it had taken him from his nightmare....
Groping around the nightstand for the phone, he caught it just before it fell to the floor "Hello"
"Boscorelli, is my wife with you." the tone was angry and loud.
"Fred?" Bosco sat up in his bed, reaching to turn the lamp brighter.
With an annoyed tone Fred repeated his question "I'll say it slower for you Boscorelli, IS MY WIFE WITH YOU?"
Bosco glanced at the clock, noting that it was 2:45 am. "No, should she be?"
"She spents every waking hour with you so ya when she didn't come home I figured she would be with you Prince Charming," Freds bitter tone vibrated in Bosco's ear.
"She's not home yet?" Panic reaching his voice. Bosco jumped out of bed, jumping in jeans and pulling a shirt over his head in no time. Something was wrong, he could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
"Fred, I have to go to the station."
"Wait, what hell am I supposed to do?"
"Stay with the kids, I'll call when I know something." Hanging up on Fred, he was out the door and racing toward the station. Avoiding the sinking feeling he had growing in his mind.
"She's ok," his mind told him, trying to reassure himself. "She has to be..."
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How long had she been here? A day, two days, three?
She tried to remember how long the body could go without food, a long time she thought, water on the other hand....that was a different story. The man had given her nothing not one drop.
Every cell in her body screamed in pain. She tried to look around but she couldn't see. Panic started to build in the pit of her stomach. Finally she realized that her eyes were swollen shut. Their was a dripping noise, but she remembered no water facets down here. Her mind was playing tricks on her. It's your own blood, her mind screamed at her. No. No. It couldn't be. She was startin to lose it.
The man had been so angry. He kept calling her Mary, after every hit he would scream at her for her wrong doings.
Faith's mind, trying to compensate for the pain started believing she WAS Mary, her own voice, unrecognizable to her own ears, kept repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
But the beating never stopped, she tried so hard to hang on, thinking of her kids...her beautiful kids, and Bosco....oh Bosco her mind cried out, but soon the darkness overtook her, falling into sweet oblivion.
---- A task force had been set up. It had been over 24 hours since Faith was last seen. Searches we underway within the hour of Bosco's arrival at the station. Seated in the conference room, Sully, Davis, Bosco, Lieu, and others had congregated to bring about ideas.
"Think Bosco, who would want to take her?" Lieu asked
"I don't know." his voice rising at his helplessness and lack of sleep. His angry words to her repeating in his head.....
"What calls did you guys take these past couple of days?.....Bosco?"
"We had some assults, some drug trafficking, a domestic....oh shit," he jumped out of his chair heading to a squad car.
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"Open the door, Police," he banged on the door numbered 209.
It was opened, the beaten woman looking afraid, new bruises on her face. "Where is he?" Bosco demanded
"I made him leave two days ago, told him I wanted a divorce," she said with pride.
Not caring about the woman's triumph, he demanded if she knew where he would go.
"He has a friend, lives in a house on the East side."
With address in hand, he radioed the location, ignoring the pleas by Sully to wait for backup.
Stopping in the middle of the road he jumped out of the RMP and raced toward the house, gun in hand.
"Police!" No answer. Without hesitation he kicked the door in. The house appeared to be empty. Yelling her name, he got no response. The first floor was clear.
He catiously went to the basement door. A lock placed on it. Hitting it with the butt of his gun, it broke clean from the door.
"Faith!"
His eyes adjusted to the dark room. His heart stopped when he saw her, hanging on the wall, bloody, lifeless. Oh God, he felt sick to his stomach as he neared her body.
"Faith can you hear me? Open your eyes, come on Faith." Her face was unrecognizable to him. Swollen and colored with dark bruises and cuts. The grey shirt she was wearing the night so was taken took on a dark color from all the blood.
It was everywhere, blood, Bosco could hear himself breathing rapidly, panic starting to take hold of him. Fighting for control he raised a shaking hand to her throat for a pulse.
Her skin so cold, her lips blue, he knew now that this was his worst nightmare.
"Please be alive, please be alive, please God, don't take her from me." The mantra played in his head over and over again.
Finding a pulse, weak and thready, he wanted to rejoice but knew he couldn't. Not until she had resurance she was going to be ok.
"I need medics now!" he screamed into his portable radio working frantically to release her from her bonds. "Where are the fucking medics!!"
"They're on their way Bosco," Sully's voice barely registering to Bosco
"Stay with me Faith, stay with me....."
Wildly looking around he spied the keys hanging on the opposite wall. Rushing back he dropped the keys, his hands trembling badly.
"Fuck!"
Finally, he released the manacles and Faith's body collapsed into his arms. Gently, he lowered he to the floor. Hugging her fiercly to his chest, he began rocking back and forth, a desperate cry escaping his lips, tears streaming down his face.
"You need to let us look at her Bosco," He looked into Doc's reassuring face, not even hearing them come down the stairs.
As Doc and Carlos worked on Faith, Sully placed his hand on Bosco's shoulder, despair turning into rage. Bosco let the feeling run through body, this he could handle. Like an old friend, he allowed the rage to consume him.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
"Bosco calm down!"
"We need to move her now or we are going to lose her." Doc's voice full of panic.
"Bosco." When he didn't respond Carlos shouted louder. "BOSCO get a grip, we need your help taking her up the stairs."
He immediately moved into action, pushing everyone away from her, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the ambulance.
Everyone looked at eachother, hoping that Faith pulled through for Bosco's sanity.
While Doc tended to Faith, he looked up at Bosco's glassy eyes. He was clutching Faiths hand like a lifeline. The guy had gone catatonic.
"Talk to her Bosco. Let her hear your voice. She needs to feel safe."
"Faith," his voice barely a whisper, "I need you to stay strong."
Without warning her body started to convulse. Doc worked busily trying to stabalize her.
"FIGHT, " Bosco yelled. "Goddamn it Faith fight. "
The seizure stopped suddenly, relief on Doc's face, pain still etched in Bosco's. Doc patted his knee, "Keep talking to her."
"We're here," Carlos announced pulling up to the hospital.
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.
Warning: Some foul language and some blood....
Author's Note: This is second part of my first fic. Thank you for all your feedback. Everyone is so generous with their kind words. Makes me smile. You guys are the best. Feedback is greatly appreciated. ***
The next day Faith and Bosco had to take a suspect to the hospital after he continued to bang his head on the grill separating the front and back seat in the squad car.
In a disgusted tone Bosco turned to Faith "He's higher than a kite, no wonder the shop owner just laughed in his face."
"If you don't stop that, you are going to have permanent brain damage," Bosco said with a snort. "Although, that could be an improvement in your case."
"What did you take today sir," Faith asked while trying to keep Bosco's smile from making her laugh.
"Some....pretty ...wicked shit...want some cutie?"
Faith rolled her eyes and didn't give him the satisfaction of answering. Bosco just grinned like an idoit, thinking the comment was funny.
After barely getting the suspect out of the car, Faith signed him in and Bosco headed to the washroom.
He didn't know why but he found himself standing outside the hospital room of the couple from the domestic dispute yesterday. The husband was sleeping and the wife, face battered, one eye swollen shut, held his hand.
"He's never going to stop you know," his tone was quiet. "He'll keep hitting you until one of these days YOU will be in that hospital bed."
The woman looked up, tears streaming down her face. After a few moments she spoke "I have no one else." She let go of her husbands hand, wiping the tears from her face.
"You don't get it do you," starting to get angry, seeing his mother in the woman's eyes. "If you don't leave him, he will kill you."
When she didn't answer or even look his way, Bosco turned and left. The rage and helplessness he felt as a boy surged through his veins. He spotted Faith at the main entrance waiting for him.Trying to hide his anger before he reached her.
"What's wrong," she asked immediately.
How did she do that? She could always spot his distress a mile away no matter how hard he tried to hide it.
"Nothing, you ready to head back out," not looking her in the eyes.
She gently touched his arm, "Boz...."
He looked down at her hand on his arm and felt himself relax. Her touch could do that. Faith always chased the demons for him. She was his personal warrior princess.
He took a deep breath and told her about the woman and how she wouldn't leave her asshole husband, that sooner or later he would kill her.
Faith nodded wanting so desperately to take his pain away.
Throughout the rest of the shift Bosco couldn't get the women out of his mind. What a fool, he thought shaking his head, anger building. Why doesn't she just listen!
By the time they got back to the station, Bosco was in such a rage he thought he would smash whatever stood in his way. Deep down he knew his rage was the product of his mother having the same fate when he was a kid. She didn't listen either, refused to leave their father. And in the end all of them, his mother, Mikey, himself, had all paid the price.
He threw his vest into the locker slamming the door shut and kicking the door in frustration.
Startled, Faith looked over at her partner. "You need to calm down before they bring the calvary in here, Boz." trying to lighten the situation.
He angrily turned to her. "You don't get it either Faith do you? You don't understand, you never have. Everytime I tell you about my past you nod and reassure me. But you have no fucking clue!!" He kicked his locker again.
Faith's eyes widened in shock, her mouth open but no words would come. What is the world brought all this on? Is that what he really thinks she asked herself.
"That's not true Bosco, I do understand."
"Fred yelling at you and the kids doesn't count Faith," he said, anger in his eyes. "Stop trying to fix my screwed up life. I don't need you ok, I never did!" With that said, he stormed out, leaving Faith bewildered and a single tear running down her cheek.
----
I have to get out of here. Faith tried to struggle with the bonds around her wrists. She was against a wall, her arms spread from her body and anchored to the wall with steel manacles. Her feet were tied together, barely touching the ground.
Her teeth started chattering." Doesn't this joint have any heat?" She thought to herself. A smile formed on her lips thinking about the time the heater broke in the RMP and Bosco freaked out.
After the man had left the basement, her mind started working in over time. She knew this guy was unstable. She flashed back to the shotgun the he had pointed at her and Bosco a week before.
Faith's heart felt heavy as she remembered the argument she and Bosco had after their shift. *I don't need you* she knew he had meant it. His eyes never betrayed him and they were full of anger as he said them. Tears began to stream down her face.
She looked up towards the ceiling, "They aren't going to find me in time are they," she whispered to anyone that would listen.
-----
"BOZ! I need your help." Faith's screamed to him.
He awoke, sweat running down his body, breathing fast.....the phone was ringing . Gratefully, it had taken him from his nightmare....
Groping around the nightstand for the phone, he caught it just before it fell to the floor "Hello"
"Boscorelli, is my wife with you." the tone was angry and loud.
"Fred?" Bosco sat up in his bed, reaching to turn the lamp brighter.
With an annoyed tone Fred repeated his question "I'll say it slower for you Boscorelli, IS MY WIFE WITH YOU?"
Bosco glanced at the clock, noting that it was 2:45 am. "No, should she be?"
"She spents every waking hour with you so ya when she didn't come home I figured she would be with you Prince Charming," Freds bitter tone vibrated in Bosco's ear.
"She's not home yet?" Panic reaching his voice. Bosco jumped out of bed, jumping in jeans and pulling a shirt over his head in no time. Something was wrong, he could feel it in the pit of his stomach.
"Fred, I have to go to the station."
"Wait, what hell am I supposed to do?"
"Stay with the kids, I'll call when I know something." Hanging up on Fred, he was out the door and racing toward the station. Avoiding the sinking feeling he had growing in his mind.
"She's ok," his mind told him, trying to reassure himself. "She has to be..."
-------
How long had she been here? A day, two days, three?
She tried to remember how long the body could go without food, a long time she thought, water on the other hand....that was a different story. The man had given her nothing not one drop.
Every cell in her body screamed in pain. She tried to look around but she couldn't see. Panic started to build in the pit of her stomach. Finally she realized that her eyes were swollen shut. Their was a dripping noise, but she remembered no water facets down here. Her mind was playing tricks on her. It's your own blood, her mind screamed at her. No. No. It couldn't be. She was startin to lose it.
The man had been so angry. He kept calling her Mary, after every hit he would scream at her for her wrong doings.
Faith's mind, trying to compensate for the pain started believing she WAS Mary, her own voice, unrecognizable to her own ears, kept repeating "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
But the beating never stopped, she tried so hard to hang on, thinking of her kids...her beautiful kids, and Bosco....oh Bosco her mind cried out, but soon the darkness overtook her, falling into sweet oblivion.
---- A task force had been set up. It had been over 24 hours since Faith was last seen. Searches we underway within the hour of Bosco's arrival at the station. Seated in the conference room, Sully, Davis, Bosco, Lieu, and others had congregated to bring about ideas.
"Think Bosco, who would want to take her?" Lieu asked
"I don't know." his voice rising at his helplessness and lack of sleep. His angry words to her repeating in his head.....
"What calls did you guys take these past couple of days?.....Bosco?"
"We had some assults, some drug trafficking, a domestic....oh shit," he jumped out of his chair heading to a squad car.
-----
"Open the door, Police," he banged on the door numbered 209.
It was opened, the beaten woman looking afraid, new bruises on her face. "Where is he?" Bosco demanded
"I made him leave two days ago, told him I wanted a divorce," she said with pride.
Not caring about the woman's triumph, he demanded if she knew where he would go.
"He has a friend, lives in a house on the East side."
With address in hand, he radioed the location, ignoring the pleas by Sully to wait for backup.
Stopping in the middle of the road he jumped out of the RMP and raced toward the house, gun in hand.
"Police!" No answer. Without hesitation he kicked the door in. The house appeared to be empty. Yelling her name, he got no response. The first floor was clear.
He catiously went to the basement door. A lock placed on it. Hitting it with the butt of his gun, it broke clean from the door.
"Faith!"
His eyes adjusted to the dark room. His heart stopped when he saw her, hanging on the wall, bloody, lifeless. Oh God, he felt sick to his stomach as he neared her body.
"Faith can you hear me? Open your eyes, come on Faith." Her face was unrecognizable to him. Swollen and colored with dark bruises and cuts. The grey shirt she was wearing the night so was taken took on a dark color from all the blood.
It was everywhere, blood, Bosco could hear himself breathing rapidly, panic starting to take hold of him. Fighting for control he raised a shaking hand to her throat for a pulse.
Her skin so cold, her lips blue, he knew now that this was his worst nightmare.
"Please be alive, please be alive, please God, don't take her from me." The mantra played in his head over and over again.
Finding a pulse, weak and thready, he wanted to rejoice but knew he couldn't. Not until she had resurance she was going to be ok.
"I need medics now!" he screamed into his portable radio working frantically to release her from her bonds. "Where are the fucking medics!!"
"They're on their way Bosco," Sully's voice barely registering to Bosco
"Stay with me Faith, stay with me....."
Wildly looking around he spied the keys hanging on the opposite wall. Rushing back he dropped the keys, his hands trembling badly.
"Fuck!"
Finally, he released the manacles and Faith's body collapsed into his arms. Gently, he lowered he to the floor. Hugging her fiercly to his chest, he began rocking back and forth, a desperate cry escaping his lips, tears streaming down his face.
"You need to let us look at her Bosco," He looked into Doc's reassuring face, not even hearing them come down the stairs.
As Doc and Carlos worked on Faith, Sully placed his hand on Bosco's shoulder, despair turning into rage. Bosco let the feeling run through body, this he could handle. Like an old friend, he allowed the rage to consume him.
"Don't fucking touch me!"
"Bosco calm down!"
"We need to move her now or we are going to lose her." Doc's voice full of panic.
"Bosco." When he didn't respond Carlos shouted louder. "BOSCO get a grip, we need your help taking her up the stairs."
He immediately moved into action, pushing everyone away from her, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the ambulance.
Everyone looked at eachother, hoping that Faith pulled through for Bosco's sanity.
While Doc tended to Faith, he looked up at Bosco's glassy eyes. He was clutching Faiths hand like a lifeline. The guy had gone catatonic.
"Talk to her Bosco. Let her hear your voice. She needs to feel safe."
"Faith," his voice barely a whisper, "I need you to stay strong."
Without warning her body started to convulse. Doc worked busily trying to stabalize her.
"FIGHT, " Bosco yelled. "Goddamn it Faith fight. "
The seizure stopped suddenly, relief on Doc's face, pain still etched in Bosco's. Doc patted his knee, "Keep talking to her."
"We're here," Carlos announced pulling up to the hospital.
tbc