Disclaimer: I own nothing as usaual.I don't own Third Watch, Law and
Order:SVU,or Law and Order:CI Just borrowing the awsome characters.
Missing: 6 hours **************
Seajae sat across from Faith at the table in the nursery. Detectives and uniforms alike went over files and various leads. The two woman looked at the files in front of them. Someone cleared their throat. Seajae looked up from her files.
"I'm sorry. Can I help you?"
"Detective Boscorelli?"
"Yes."
"Detective Robert Goren, Major Crimes."
"Hi." She looked at him then back down at the files.
"Excuse me but we got a call that your children were abducted by the Russian mob."
"Seems that way." Seajae was to tiered to deal with another branch of the NYPD tonight. "I'm sorry detective. I've been dealing with one angency or another for the last six hours. I know everyones trying to help."
"I'm sorry too. I just thought I could be of some help. I'm up on all the lastest reports on the Russians including Chevchenko." Seajae stood up.
"I'm sorry Detective Goren. I've never been know for my manners. Ask anyone. Please sit. This Faith McKenzie. Her twins were taken as well."
"My Capitain said you all had a past with Chevchenko."
"I wasn't around but all the other's in one way or another. How much do you know about this guy?"
"Enough to flush the bastard out." Goren picked up the picture Seajae had taken at Easter of all ten children. "They're a fine looking bunch of children." He looked at Seajae, "The dark curly haired ones yours?"
"How did you know."
"They have your nose." He smiled. "The tiny ones are yours. Twins." Faith looked at him. "I knew you had twins. They're dressed alike." He turened to Seajae. "I know you've been top dog around here for awhile. I heard about you Boscorelli. You catch a case and your like a junkyard dog. Another time I'd say go for it sweetheart but your out of your leauge on this one."
"What makes you think that Detecetive. I've chased down terroists form one end of the globe to the other."
"He's badder then any terroist you ever laid eyes on. He's meaner and way more dangerous. This man has killed men for less then what your cops did to him six years ago. Look what he did to your nannies."
"Why do you know so much about Chevchenko?"
"Because he killed my partner eight years ago and got away with it." Seajae's cell phone rang.
"Boscorelli."
"Seajae it's Sully. She made it though surgery. Lots of reconstructive stuff."
"You need me down there?"
"If your not needed any place else."
"I'm on my way." She hung up the phone. "I'm going to see Sully. Kelly's parents should be here soon." Grabbing her jacket she gave Goren some files. "Here, naw on these a while I'm gone."
"Could I tag along with you. If Mrs. Sullivan says anything. Maybe..."
"You speak Russian?"
"A little."
"Okay. Faith hold down the fort." She hugged her friend. "Call me if you need anything."
"Call if Tatiana has any answers."
"Tell Bosco I'll call him." Seajae got into her car followed by Detective Goren. She pulled out of the parking space and slamed her siren on the dash and headed to the hospital.
"I read your file Detective." Goren looked at her.
"You read my file? My kids go missing for six hours and you feel the need to read my file?"
"Actually it's required reading." He smiled. "What I want to know is how a six time rodeo champ become one of New Yorks best and brightest detctives?" Seajae lit a cigarette.
"Piss poor child hood. It's all in my file." She didn't like where this guy was going with his line of questions.
"But you never use that as an excuse do you Boscorelli?"
"Nope. "
"Your husbands a hot head just like you?"
"Detective where the hell are you going with this. Cause it takes a whole lot to piss me off and your coming close to finding that thin line."
"No where. I just want to see how many botton's Chevchenko will have to push to put you over the edge. Not many from what I can see."
"Goren these kids, their my life. I was there for each and every one of their births. I am the god mother to all of them. It was me who had the idea that they all go to my little day care. I hired Charlette Ryan. I failed to protect the one thing that ment the most to my friends and family and you want to see how much it takes to push me over the edge. Well Detective, I'm already there." She pulled in front of the hospital.
"I'm sorry. I want to help you . I really do."
"Then stay the hell away from me." She slammed the door. The nurses and doctors watched as she walked to a place she had spent too many hours in. Sully was sitting staring at the floor. "Hey." He looked at her and stood up and hugged Seajae. She held him for a long time. "It's going to be okay Sully. It stops here. I'm going to get that son of a bitch if its the last thing I do."
*********
Bobby Goren sat in the waiting room just beyond where Seajae had gone in. He knew better then to push her any farther. God she was a valcano just wiating to blow. If Chevchenko even got with in sniper range of her she'd go off like it was forth of July. He needed to get to her husband and maybe he could tie her down some where. Because Chevchenko wasn't going to come down easy and Bobby didn't need the pretty young mother killed at the hand of the mad man. He would find her children for her. And in the process keep the whole lot of them including their parents out of the cross fire.
*******
Seajae held Sully for a long time and let the man's tears fall. Things had been so good for him and Tatiana. He was getting to be the model husband and father. Seajae prayed she could bring this all to a head before it was too late. A doctor came out.
"Mr. Sullivan. Your wife is coming too. She wants to see you."
"Go. Don't push her. If she has something okay but don't push." Sully went into the ICU and to his wife's bed. She opened one swollen eye.
"The children?"
"Rest honey. Don't worry."
"He has them." She said some things in Russian and Seajae wished she hadn't pissed off Goren. She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"She's saying she's sorry." Goren stood behind Seajae.
"He took them because...he's playing a sick game John. With our baby. With all the children." More Russian came faster.
"She said that he's a fucking bastard."
"Angel...oh Sully....poor Angel she was so scared. All she wanted was her daddy...oh God Sully." Tears rolled down Seajae's cheeks. Not Angel. Bosco would die. The little girl was his life. Seajae held back a sob and slammed her fists into the wall. Bobby stopped her before she slammed her fist into the coffee machine. She struggled agaist him.
"Let me go. God damn it let me go." She took swings at him and he held her. She struggled to free herself from the large man's hold. "Get your fucking hands off of me."
"Hey ass hole, you heard my wife. Get your fucken' hands off of her." Bobby looked up to see Maurice Boscorelli's glock pointed at his heart. Gentally he set Seajae down on the floor and raised his hands.
"Bosco put the gun away." Seajae wiped her face with her sleave. "Detective Goren, Major Crimes. My husband, Maurice Boscorelli." She grabbed her jacket. "You guys sort this fucking mess out I need a cigarette." Seajae hit the door in a dead run, not able to face her husband and the look in his eyes if he knew his Angel might be gone.
Missing: 6 hours **************
Seajae sat across from Faith at the table in the nursery. Detectives and uniforms alike went over files and various leads. The two woman looked at the files in front of them. Someone cleared their throat. Seajae looked up from her files.
"I'm sorry. Can I help you?"
"Detective Boscorelli?"
"Yes."
"Detective Robert Goren, Major Crimes."
"Hi." She looked at him then back down at the files.
"Excuse me but we got a call that your children were abducted by the Russian mob."
"Seems that way." Seajae was to tiered to deal with another branch of the NYPD tonight. "I'm sorry detective. I've been dealing with one angency or another for the last six hours. I know everyones trying to help."
"I'm sorry too. I just thought I could be of some help. I'm up on all the lastest reports on the Russians including Chevchenko." Seajae stood up.
"I'm sorry Detective Goren. I've never been know for my manners. Ask anyone. Please sit. This Faith McKenzie. Her twins were taken as well."
"My Capitain said you all had a past with Chevchenko."
"I wasn't around but all the other's in one way or another. How much do you know about this guy?"
"Enough to flush the bastard out." Goren picked up the picture Seajae had taken at Easter of all ten children. "They're a fine looking bunch of children." He looked at Seajae, "The dark curly haired ones yours?"
"How did you know."
"They have your nose." He smiled. "The tiny ones are yours. Twins." Faith looked at him. "I knew you had twins. They're dressed alike." He turened to Seajae. "I know you've been top dog around here for awhile. I heard about you Boscorelli. You catch a case and your like a junkyard dog. Another time I'd say go for it sweetheart but your out of your leauge on this one."
"What makes you think that Detecetive. I've chased down terroists form one end of the globe to the other."
"He's badder then any terroist you ever laid eyes on. He's meaner and way more dangerous. This man has killed men for less then what your cops did to him six years ago. Look what he did to your nannies."
"Why do you know so much about Chevchenko?"
"Because he killed my partner eight years ago and got away with it." Seajae's cell phone rang.
"Boscorelli."
"Seajae it's Sully. She made it though surgery. Lots of reconstructive stuff."
"You need me down there?"
"If your not needed any place else."
"I'm on my way." She hung up the phone. "I'm going to see Sully. Kelly's parents should be here soon." Grabbing her jacket she gave Goren some files. "Here, naw on these a while I'm gone."
"Could I tag along with you. If Mrs. Sullivan says anything. Maybe..."
"You speak Russian?"
"A little."
"Okay. Faith hold down the fort." She hugged her friend. "Call me if you need anything."
"Call if Tatiana has any answers."
"Tell Bosco I'll call him." Seajae got into her car followed by Detective Goren. She pulled out of the parking space and slamed her siren on the dash and headed to the hospital.
"I read your file Detective." Goren looked at her.
"You read my file? My kids go missing for six hours and you feel the need to read my file?"
"Actually it's required reading." He smiled. "What I want to know is how a six time rodeo champ become one of New Yorks best and brightest detctives?" Seajae lit a cigarette.
"Piss poor child hood. It's all in my file." She didn't like where this guy was going with his line of questions.
"But you never use that as an excuse do you Boscorelli?"
"Nope. "
"Your husbands a hot head just like you?"
"Detective where the hell are you going with this. Cause it takes a whole lot to piss me off and your coming close to finding that thin line."
"No where. I just want to see how many botton's Chevchenko will have to push to put you over the edge. Not many from what I can see."
"Goren these kids, their my life. I was there for each and every one of their births. I am the god mother to all of them. It was me who had the idea that they all go to my little day care. I hired Charlette Ryan. I failed to protect the one thing that ment the most to my friends and family and you want to see how much it takes to push me over the edge. Well Detective, I'm already there." She pulled in front of the hospital.
"I'm sorry. I want to help you . I really do."
"Then stay the hell away from me." She slammed the door. The nurses and doctors watched as she walked to a place she had spent too many hours in. Sully was sitting staring at the floor. "Hey." He looked at her and stood up and hugged Seajae. She held him for a long time. "It's going to be okay Sully. It stops here. I'm going to get that son of a bitch if its the last thing I do."
*********
Bobby Goren sat in the waiting room just beyond where Seajae had gone in. He knew better then to push her any farther. God she was a valcano just wiating to blow. If Chevchenko even got with in sniper range of her she'd go off like it was forth of July. He needed to get to her husband and maybe he could tie her down some where. Because Chevchenko wasn't going to come down easy and Bobby didn't need the pretty young mother killed at the hand of the mad man. He would find her children for her. And in the process keep the whole lot of them including their parents out of the cross fire.
*******
Seajae held Sully for a long time and let the man's tears fall. Things had been so good for him and Tatiana. He was getting to be the model husband and father. Seajae prayed she could bring this all to a head before it was too late. A doctor came out.
"Mr. Sullivan. Your wife is coming too. She wants to see you."
"Go. Don't push her. If she has something okay but don't push." Sully went into the ICU and to his wife's bed. She opened one swollen eye.
"The children?"
"Rest honey. Don't worry."
"He has them." She said some things in Russian and Seajae wished she hadn't pissed off Goren. She felt a hand on her shoulder.
"She's saying she's sorry." Goren stood behind Seajae.
"He took them because...he's playing a sick game John. With our baby. With all the children." More Russian came faster.
"She said that he's a fucking bastard."
"Angel...oh Sully....poor Angel she was so scared. All she wanted was her daddy...oh God Sully." Tears rolled down Seajae's cheeks. Not Angel. Bosco would die. The little girl was his life. Seajae held back a sob and slammed her fists into the wall. Bobby stopped her before she slammed her fist into the coffee machine. She struggled agaist him.
"Let me go. God damn it let me go." She took swings at him and he held her. She struggled to free herself from the large man's hold. "Get your fucking hands off of me."
"Hey ass hole, you heard my wife. Get your fucken' hands off of her." Bobby looked up to see Maurice Boscorelli's glock pointed at his heart. Gentally he set Seajae down on the floor and raised his hands.
"Bosco put the gun away." Seajae wiped her face with her sleave. "Detective Goren, Major Crimes. My husband, Maurice Boscorelli." She grabbed her jacket. "You guys sort this fucking mess out I need a cigarette." Seajae hit the door in a dead run, not able to face her husband and the look in his eyes if he knew his Angel might be gone.