Summary: When Mikey Boscorelli screws up with the drug dealers, he ends up bringing his family into it and making them suffer - especially one Officer Boscorelli.
Rating: R (Well looks like another R one, means torment, bad words, violence all the good shit that most people get a kick out of :))
Author Notes: Shit happens. It turns out Wine-into-Water and I got the exact same idea for a fanfic for our beloved Third Watch. Both of us where thinking evilly of tormenting our favorite characters and how we really thought nobody would ever think of something this dreadful. Looks like we got the surpise of a life time, so like she said we are both very different writers with very two different styles. So give us the benefit of the doubt and be kind, be sure to read her wonderful story, it KICKS ASS!!!!
Disclaimer: Alas here is the dreadful "I Don't Own It" Yes Bosco is not mine, yes Bosco is nothing but a mere character I wish I simply owned, hell own the guy as well :) If I did he would be my......awwww hell why get into that? So here it is, I don't own it but John Wells and NBC and the WB owns but ME. Sue me and you get the ass biting computer ;)
Thank you goes to, Jewel, Sean, Jen, Dem, Kich, to everybody ;) I just owe it all to you cause without you I don't know where I would be right now ;) thank you.
Without Further To Do, My Story...
Fears
In a small tavern in the middle of New York City a man was sitting on one of the few stools closest to the bar and losing himself in his drink.
Mikey Boscorelli ordered another drink as he finished the last drop of his Bud Light. The glass beer bottle was placed in front of him. The man who had been working that night had the pleasure of listening to Mikey rant and rave about his brother, Maurice, who was a NYPD cop who, in fact, arrested him for running drugs.
"How could he do this to me? I'm his brother and he treats me like I'm one of those low life's who is always popping pills or sticking needles in their arms. Yeah so I sniff some cocaine once in a while and smoke a joint but I'm not that bad, I'm I?"
Mikey took another swig of his beer and then continued complaining about what had been happening with him for last couple of weeks.
"Ma had to bail me out....how embarrassing is that one?...I mean come on, calling Mommy cause I'm in jail cause of my stupid brother who always have to try and play MR. Perfect."
Mikey scratched his face in frustration as he was pouring out all what he had been experiencing and well because the alcoholic drink was making him act upon it so he really wasn't thinking out his words clearly.
"Get this....Maurice....hah...Maurice thinks he is like the perfect son...thinking out of the whole family he is little mister perfect...just cause he a cop..." Mikey's words became more slurred. "....jusssst cause he some cop means nothing...I mean...I work I..."
Mikey realized the entire bar was beginning to spin. His stomach was coming up to his throat and the bartender had 6 heads.
The one who had the luck to listen to Mikey carry on and on about his brother and some other stuff that had happened to him in the last couple months glanced over at the young man who had become paled faced and was lying down on the table.
"Hey...hey.." Mikey wasn't even listening so he came and began to poke him in the shoulder making Mikey's head snap up some-what in confusion.
"Buddy, if your going to get sick I would prefer for you to get sick in the bathroom, now go before you throw up all over the table."
Mikey who got sick just by moving his head nodded and before he knew it he could feel the sickening feeling of bile gurgling in his upset stomach. He put his hands over his mouth and as he stumbled he knocked over the stool and ran into the bathroom. All the beer that he had fun drinking down was not that great coming back up.
Two men who had been sitting not to far from where Mikey had been drinking down his problem had listened to every word Mikey had to say.
"Hey Nick...wasn't that Mikey Boscorelli?" The man who was named Nick twisted his body around to look over at the bathroom and then turned back around.
"I believe so Joey....and if I'm correct my informants tell me he kept some of the money and drugs he was supposed to be running for us."
"Oh yeah and what did Big Rick say all about this?" Asked Joey. Nick shrugged and then threw his head back finishing the last drop of the drink in the small shot glass that he held in his hand. A smirk coming to his lips as he spoke.
"What does he usually think about this kind of situation. He wants to make an example somehow but he has yet to figure it out....did you also know that Mikey's Bro is a cop?"
Joey had been looking down at his drink that he also held in his hand but the word 'cop' got him to look up and glance just to see if
Nick was kidding around.
"No shit really....wait by any chance when we had to do time for that little bastard and he got off....was it cause his Bro being a cop got him off somehow?"
Before Nick could answer Joey's question Mikey had come back from the bathroom. He didn't look all to hot, his face was sickly pale and if anybody who cared about him saw Mikey right at that moment they would want to know if he was going to be okay.
Mikey picked up the stool he had knocked over in the process and than sat back down. He was about to order another round but the bartender sternly told him to get out before he either passed out or threw up all over his bar.
Although he complied Mikey still said some nasty things under his breath, but he paid and then made his way out of the small pub.
"Yep, it was Mikey's Bro who got him off the hook, and I say we go talk to Big Rick....I just got an idea and I think he would liked to be informed."
Joey sat there for a second then reached into his back pocket pulled out his wallet bringing out some money and placing it out on the table he paid for the small shots and for the tip.
"Then let's go the night is young and so many things to do."
Nick and Joey slid out of the cushioned benches and left
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"I hate nights like these."
Bosco and Faith where sitting in a alleyway close to the one of the many bears of New York City, bar watching traffic pass by slowly, watching for any drunks to be coming out of the bar and get into their car. Most cars were doing the speed limit and most didn't really know the two officers were sitting there just waiting for somebody to break the law.
"Well I for one don't mind nights like these. I like when we can just sit here, no paperwork for one and just...." Bosco interrupted Faith's sentence "and talk...." He looked over at her.
Faith's expression didn't change. She looked away from him to catch a speeding black Mercedes Benz. "Well looks like you got your wish Bosco." She placed the car into drive and as she pulled out of the alleyway she flipped the lights on.
"About damn time."
(Inside the Black Mercedes Benz)
"Dammit Nick....I told you to let me drive but noooo you had to be the one and look we got already the cops on our tail."
"Joey shut the fuck up....man we were only speeding over about 25miles, if you act all up, there going to be on to us....I got some dope in this car....so you better let me do the talking." Joey quieted down quickly and tried to calm down his nerves.
Nick took in a deep breath as he stopped the car. He glanced back from the review mirror to the side mirror to watch the two cops. The male and female officers both got out of their car, both having hands on then guns just in case and approached the car.
Bosco swapped with Faith as he took the drivers side and she took the passenger window.
Nick hit the switch and rolled both windows down. "Having some fun boys!" said Faith as she flashed her light into the car.
Neither Joey nor Nick answered her question for it was more a statement then a question. Instead Nick gave out a fake laugh and then looked back at the officer standing at his window.
"Didn't know if you were going to stop or not, do you have your license and registration with you?
"Yes sir, let me get that for you." Nick played it cool, grabbed his wallet out of the inside of his leather jacket and reached into the glove compartment to fish out the registration.
As he handed them to the male cop he caught the name on the badge. Nick watched both cops walks back to the squad car as the male cop mummers something like "this will only take a moment."
Nick rolled back up the windows, not because it was cold outside but because he didn't want the cops to be listening to his conversation with his passenger.
"That's Mikey's fucking brother man." Joey spun his head around to look at the cops but Nick punched him hard on the arm.
"Well you turn back around...." Joey did that.
"Man see I wasn't lying." Joey was beginning to feel the nausea feeling of the sensation of being panicky.
"So, so.....what do we do?"
Nick looked in the rear view mirror.
"We don't do anything yet, besides nothing gets done without Big Rick's say so anyways."
Joey nodded his head. "Yeah okay Nick...."
Bosco walked up to the car and tapped on the window and then he rested his left arm on the edge of the car hood as he waited for Nick. Nick and Joey's conversation was interrupted and Nick pressed the power window button again and was handed the speeding ticket.
"Try to drive a little closer to the speed limit please I don't want to have to catch you again," Bosco slapped the top of the car and then pressed off
"You gentlemen have a good night."
As Bosco made his way back to the car and got into the passenger side of the RMP Joey let out a long breath. "Shit that was to close, next time we take I drive." Nick just rolled his eyes.
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Mikey Boscorelli had no idea how he made it from the bar to his small apartment but as he fished out the keys he let it drop off. When he found his keys he put them in the key slot but found that it wasn't locked so he shrugged and opened the door. His mind tried to figure out if he had locked it or not but at that moment of time he could give a rat ass if he did or not, besides nothing really was valuable in his apartment.
The sickness that Mikey had been experiencing since the nice drowning in the beer he felt somewhat better as he laid down on his soft lumpy bed.
When he closed his eyes to stop the sickness in his stomach and his head he got the dreaded realization it wasn't stopping and he scrambled to the bathroom once more.
After his body stopped trembling from the dry heaves and he could feel a couple tears had escaped from his eyes he stood up flushing the toilet.
He looked at himself in the mirror then bent down and turned on the water and splashed the cold wet water onto his hot face and rinsed his face; washing away any sign of him throwing up.
As he made his way back to the bed that mentally was calling him he swore he could hear heavy footsteps in the hallway. In the same part of the mind that had tried remembering if he had locked the door when he had left was now thinking if he locked the door after he came into the room; but the drunken stupor of his brain said he was to lazy to get up.
The footsteps stopped and Mikey closed his eyes hoping he wouldn't wake up with a major hangover in the morning. The tiredness was taking over his senses but that didn't stop him from hearing the doorknob start to jiggle. Mike thought with a smile that he had remembered to lock the door....but his mind screamed 'somebody was trying to get in'.
Mikey jumped up from his bed realizing that was a bit of a mistake because the world was still spinning but he was able to stand his ground and look for something. He reached over and grabbed the baseball bat, the same tired all wooden baseball bat he used to play with Maurice in the park way back when they were kids.
He went to a part of the apartment and hid hoping on hope maybe they would just take what the thought was costly and just go away but that wasn't going to be the kind of luck Mikey would have.
The intruders didn't take much time getting into the door and it didn't take them long to find Mikey hidden in a corner. Mikey tried to swing hard at somebody's head but the alcohol he had a couple hours earlier had made him lose his coordination and he completely missed the guys head and smashed a lamp instead.
Mikey tried once more to hit somebody but when he swung it hit nothing and just made a whooshing sound as he put all his strength into it, only this left him open for attack from his right. The man nearest to Mikey brought his arm back and decked Mikey hard across the eye.
Mikey stumbled back letting go of the bat, he was seeing white spots all over his vision and he could see things were getting darker. He didn't even feel his body hit the ground for he was out cold.
"DAMN NICK! What the hell was that for? You know we did have some chloroform to knock him out, I mean DAMN he going to have one hell of a shiner...."
"Will you keep it down Joey, damn man you talk louder then most bitches I know! Besides I have always wanted to hit the little shit for making us do time, and also that won't be the last bruise....come on help me out."
Two men who where with Nick and Joey to make sure they got Mikey and second to make sure nothing occurred while they did their job.
"Come on grab him and let's get out of here before somebody is stupid enough to call the cops." ordered Nick. Joey and the two other guys picked up the unconscious Mikey and made their way out of the room.
As they moved out of the room Nick spotted a picture of Mikey and his brother Maurice. Maurice had his arm slung around Mikey's shoulder and was looking up at the camera while Mikey was looking at his brother out of the corner of his eyes like his brother was nuts. Nick picked it up, he could see his own reflection in the picture and as he looked at it he could only smile
"Wait for your turn Maurice, life's a bitch and I always get my revenge." Nick then took the picture and flung it hard against the wall shattering the glass and picture holder. He took one more look and left the apartment.
TBC....Only if you want it to be.
So how did you like? Did you like it enough for me to keep going, tell me what you think, thank you.
Rating: R (Well looks like another R one, means torment, bad words, violence all the good shit that most people get a kick out of :))
Author Notes: Shit happens. It turns out Wine-into-Water and I got the exact same idea for a fanfic for our beloved Third Watch. Both of us where thinking evilly of tormenting our favorite characters and how we really thought nobody would ever think of something this dreadful. Looks like we got the surpise of a life time, so like she said we are both very different writers with very two different styles. So give us the benefit of the doubt and be kind, be sure to read her wonderful story, it KICKS ASS!!!!
Disclaimer: Alas here is the dreadful "I Don't Own It" Yes Bosco is not mine, yes Bosco is nothing but a mere character I wish I simply owned, hell own the guy as well :) If I did he would be my......awwww hell why get into that? So here it is, I don't own it but John Wells and NBC and the WB owns but ME. Sue me and you get the ass biting computer ;)
Thank you goes to, Jewel, Sean, Jen, Dem, Kich, to everybody ;) I just owe it all to you cause without you I don't know where I would be right now ;) thank you.
Without Further To Do, My Story...
Fears
In a small tavern in the middle of New York City a man was sitting on one of the few stools closest to the bar and losing himself in his drink.
Mikey Boscorelli ordered another drink as he finished the last drop of his Bud Light. The glass beer bottle was placed in front of him. The man who had been working that night had the pleasure of listening to Mikey rant and rave about his brother, Maurice, who was a NYPD cop who, in fact, arrested him for running drugs.
"How could he do this to me? I'm his brother and he treats me like I'm one of those low life's who is always popping pills or sticking needles in their arms. Yeah so I sniff some cocaine once in a while and smoke a joint but I'm not that bad, I'm I?"
Mikey took another swig of his beer and then continued complaining about what had been happening with him for last couple of weeks.
"Ma had to bail me out....how embarrassing is that one?...I mean come on, calling Mommy cause I'm in jail cause of my stupid brother who always have to try and play MR. Perfect."
Mikey scratched his face in frustration as he was pouring out all what he had been experiencing and well because the alcoholic drink was making him act upon it so he really wasn't thinking out his words clearly.
"Get this....Maurice....hah...Maurice thinks he is like the perfect son...thinking out of the whole family he is little mister perfect...just cause he a cop..." Mikey's words became more slurred. "....jusssst cause he some cop means nothing...I mean...I work I..."
Mikey realized the entire bar was beginning to spin. His stomach was coming up to his throat and the bartender had 6 heads.
The one who had the luck to listen to Mikey carry on and on about his brother and some other stuff that had happened to him in the last couple months glanced over at the young man who had become paled faced and was lying down on the table.
"Hey...hey.." Mikey wasn't even listening so he came and began to poke him in the shoulder making Mikey's head snap up some-what in confusion.
"Buddy, if your going to get sick I would prefer for you to get sick in the bathroom, now go before you throw up all over the table."
Mikey who got sick just by moving his head nodded and before he knew it he could feel the sickening feeling of bile gurgling in his upset stomach. He put his hands over his mouth and as he stumbled he knocked over the stool and ran into the bathroom. All the beer that he had fun drinking down was not that great coming back up.
Two men who had been sitting not to far from where Mikey had been drinking down his problem had listened to every word Mikey had to say.
"Hey Nick...wasn't that Mikey Boscorelli?" The man who was named Nick twisted his body around to look over at the bathroom and then turned back around.
"I believe so Joey....and if I'm correct my informants tell me he kept some of the money and drugs he was supposed to be running for us."
"Oh yeah and what did Big Rick say all about this?" Asked Joey. Nick shrugged and then threw his head back finishing the last drop of the drink in the small shot glass that he held in his hand. A smirk coming to his lips as he spoke.
"What does he usually think about this kind of situation. He wants to make an example somehow but he has yet to figure it out....did you also know that Mikey's Bro is a cop?"
Joey had been looking down at his drink that he also held in his hand but the word 'cop' got him to look up and glance just to see if
Nick was kidding around.
"No shit really....wait by any chance when we had to do time for that little bastard and he got off....was it cause his Bro being a cop got him off somehow?"
Before Nick could answer Joey's question Mikey had come back from the bathroom. He didn't look all to hot, his face was sickly pale and if anybody who cared about him saw Mikey right at that moment they would want to know if he was going to be okay.
Mikey picked up the stool he had knocked over in the process and than sat back down. He was about to order another round but the bartender sternly told him to get out before he either passed out or threw up all over his bar.
Although he complied Mikey still said some nasty things under his breath, but he paid and then made his way out of the small pub.
"Yep, it was Mikey's Bro who got him off the hook, and I say we go talk to Big Rick....I just got an idea and I think he would liked to be informed."
Joey sat there for a second then reached into his back pocket pulled out his wallet bringing out some money and placing it out on the table he paid for the small shots and for the tip.
"Then let's go the night is young and so many things to do."
Nick and Joey slid out of the cushioned benches and left
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"I hate nights like these."
Bosco and Faith where sitting in a alleyway close to the one of the many bears of New York City, bar watching traffic pass by slowly, watching for any drunks to be coming out of the bar and get into their car. Most cars were doing the speed limit and most didn't really know the two officers were sitting there just waiting for somebody to break the law.
"Well I for one don't mind nights like these. I like when we can just sit here, no paperwork for one and just...." Bosco interrupted Faith's sentence "and talk...." He looked over at her.
Faith's expression didn't change. She looked away from him to catch a speeding black Mercedes Benz. "Well looks like you got your wish Bosco." She placed the car into drive and as she pulled out of the alleyway she flipped the lights on.
"About damn time."
(Inside the Black Mercedes Benz)
"Dammit Nick....I told you to let me drive but noooo you had to be the one and look we got already the cops on our tail."
"Joey shut the fuck up....man we were only speeding over about 25miles, if you act all up, there going to be on to us....I got some dope in this car....so you better let me do the talking." Joey quieted down quickly and tried to calm down his nerves.
Nick took in a deep breath as he stopped the car. He glanced back from the review mirror to the side mirror to watch the two cops. The male and female officers both got out of their car, both having hands on then guns just in case and approached the car.
Bosco swapped with Faith as he took the drivers side and she took the passenger window.
Nick hit the switch and rolled both windows down. "Having some fun boys!" said Faith as she flashed her light into the car.
Neither Joey nor Nick answered her question for it was more a statement then a question. Instead Nick gave out a fake laugh and then looked back at the officer standing at his window.
"Didn't know if you were going to stop or not, do you have your license and registration with you?
"Yes sir, let me get that for you." Nick played it cool, grabbed his wallet out of the inside of his leather jacket and reached into the glove compartment to fish out the registration.
As he handed them to the male cop he caught the name on the badge. Nick watched both cops walks back to the squad car as the male cop mummers something like "this will only take a moment."
Nick rolled back up the windows, not because it was cold outside but because he didn't want the cops to be listening to his conversation with his passenger.
"That's Mikey's fucking brother man." Joey spun his head around to look at the cops but Nick punched him hard on the arm.
"Well you turn back around...." Joey did that.
"Man see I wasn't lying." Joey was beginning to feel the nausea feeling of the sensation of being panicky.
"So, so.....what do we do?"
Nick looked in the rear view mirror.
"We don't do anything yet, besides nothing gets done without Big Rick's say so anyways."
Joey nodded his head. "Yeah okay Nick...."
Bosco walked up to the car and tapped on the window and then he rested his left arm on the edge of the car hood as he waited for Nick. Nick and Joey's conversation was interrupted and Nick pressed the power window button again and was handed the speeding ticket.
"Try to drive a little closer to the speed limit please I don't want to have to catch you again," Bosco slapped the top of the car and then pressed off
"You gentlemen have a good night."
As Bosco made his way back to the car and got into the passenger side of the RMP Joey let out a long breath. "Shit that was to close, next time we take I drive." Nick just rolled his eyes.
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Mikey Boscorelli had no idea how he made it from the bar to his small apartment but as he fished out the keys he let it drop off. When he found his keys he put them in the key slot but found that it wasn't locked so he shrugged and opened the door. His mind tried to figure out if he had locked it or not but at that moment of time he could give a rat ass if he did or not, besides nothing really was valuable in his apartment.
The sickness that Mikey had been experiencing since the nice drowning in the beer he felt somewhat better as he laid down on his soft lumpy bed.
When he closed his eyes to stop the sickness in his stomach and his head he got the dreaded realization it wasn't stopping and he scrambled to the bathroom once more.
After his body stopped trembling from the dry heaves and he could feel a couple tears had escaped from his eyes he stood up flushing the toilet.
He looked at himself in the mirror then bent down and turned on the water and splashed the cold wet water onto his hot face and rinsed his face; washing away any sign of him throwing up.
As he made his way back to the bed that mentally was calling him he swore he could hear heavy footsteps in the hallway. In the same part of the mind that had tried remembering if he had locked the door when he had left was now thinking if he locked the door after he came into the room; but the drunken stupor of his brain said he was to lazy to get up.
The footsteps stopped and Mikey closed his eyes hoping he wouldn't wake up with a major hangover in the morning. The tiredness was taking over his senses but that didn't stop him from hearing the doorknob start to jiggle. Mike thought with a smile that he had remembered to lock the door....but his mind screamed 'somebody was trying to get in'.
Mikey jumped up from his bed realizing that was a bit of a mistake because the world was still spinning but he was able to stand his ground and look for something. He reached over and grabbed the baseball bat, the same tired all wooden baseball bat he used to play with Maurice in the park way back when they were kids.
He went to a part of the apartment and hid hoping on hope maybe they would just take what the thought was costly and just go away but that wasn't going to be the kind of luck Mikey would have.
The intruders didn't take much time getting into the door and it didn't take them long to find Mikey hidden in a corner. Mikey tried to swing hard at somebody's head but the alcohol he had a couple hours earlier had made him lose his coordination and he completely missed the guys head and smashed a lamp instead.
Mikey tried once more to hit somebody but when he swung it hit nothing and just made a whooshing sound as he put all his strength into it, only this left him open for attack from his right. The man nearest to Mikey brought his arm back and decked Mikey hard across the eye.
Mikey stumbled back letting go of the bat, he was seeing white spots all over his vision and he could see things were getting darker. He didn't even feel his body hit the ground for he was out cold.
"DAMN NICK! What the hell was that for? You know we did have some chloroform to knock him out, I mean DAMN he going to have one hell of a shiner...."
"Will you keep it down Joey, damn man you talk louder then most bitches I know! Besides I have always wanted to hit the little shit for making us do time, and also that won't be the last bruise....come on help me out."
Two men who where with Nick and Joey to make sure they got Mikey and second to make sure nothing occurred while they did their job.
"Come on grab him and let's get out of here before somebody is stupid enough to call the cops." ordered Nick. Joey and the two other guys picked up the unconscious Mikey and made their way out of the room.
As they moved out of the room Nick spotted a picture of Mikey and his brother Maurice. Maurice had his arm slung around Mikey's shoulder and was looking up at the camera while Mikey was looking at his brother out of the corner of his eyes like his brother was nuts. Nick picked it up, he could see his own reflection in the picture and as he looked at it he could only smile
"Wait for your turn Maurice, life's a bitch and I always get my revenge." Nick then took the picture and flung it hard against the wall shattering the glass and picture holder. He took one more look and left the apartment.
TBC....Only if you want it to be.
So how did you like? Did you like it enough for me to keep going, tell me what you think, thank you.