Author Note: Sorry it took me a while to do another chapter but for some odd reason guys my life decided to jump in and have some fun, senior pictures I had to do, Finals are coming up and I'll be a free bird again....but enough about my life I just thought I would explain myself. Chapter 5 will be a bit of a wait since like I said Finals are coming up....anyways I wanted to say thank you again for the nice replies. Feedback does wonders and just thank you, very much. Enjoy your new chapter ;)
P.S. Thanks again goes out to KimRaver and Dem and Jewel, because a while back ago this thing wasn't working for me and they where right there for me helping me out by posting so THANK YOU GUYS (HUGS FOR YOU) Now with out further a do, the story..(play corny music....)
Chapter 4
Faith opened the door to Maurice Boscorelli's apartment with the key that Angela had given her. Gusler followed in pursuit, shutting the door behind him and then just kind of stood there waiting for Faith.
They both ended up in the bedroom looking around for anything that would tell them where he could be. But nothing was out of place, only the bed covers where rustled about, probably when Bosco left in a hurry when he got the call from his panicky mother.
"He left his gun."
Gusler picked up Bosco's handgun and showed it to Faith.
"Come on."
Faith and Gusler left the small living quarters; nothing to soothe Faith's rising concern for her missing partner.
"So where are we going?"
"I have to check something, before we leave."
(Parking Lot)
"Son of a bitch!"
Both cops stopped walking and came to a stand still in front of a car. Bosco's classic Ford Mustang, one of his prized possessions. Faith's instinct was now full-blown screaming. She knew Bosco never went anywhere without his car, unless something was wrong with it....and that was very rare. He took care of his car, always tinkering to make it perfect and always kept it running.
"You wouldn't be looking for Officer Boscorelli would you?"
The officers turned around to see a man around the same age as Bosco, black hair, 6'0....good looking man.
"Yes, Officer Boscorelli happens to be my partner, if you see him...."
"Well if it helps I had gotten back home around 2:am, because I had gotten back from my parents who live in Michigan. Anyways, I pulled up and I saw the officer, your partner, on the his stomach looking under his car. I assumed something was wrong with the car but I wasn't sure if I should ask....oh well." The man took a deep breath and looked down at his feet.
"Did you see anything in particular?"
"No Ma'm....the last I saw of Officer Boscorelli, he was running out of the here." The man than pointed in the direction in which he had run, the same way you would take to go to Angela's bar, his mothers."
"Thank you...."
"Matt."
"Well Thank you Matt."
Matt nodded and then headed towards his car. He pulled up to the two officers who were now walking back to their squad car.
"Hope he's okay and safe. Have a good night." The car pulled away with Faith murmuring to herself. "Me to."
Faith couldn't figure it out but something was just not adding up. She felt like the clue to finding out where her missing partner was right under her nose yet for some reason she couldn't grasp onto it and get a firm grip on it.
"So what now?" asked Gusler
"Well as Bosco would say.....I have no idea."
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Bosco woke up with a sudden jerk. He could barely see where he was now in the small-lit room. He looked around to see it was an old jail cell where the next room was another just like his and if he wanted he could reach into the next room between the old rusty metal bars.
From what he could tell it looked like he was in the basement. A long dripping sound could be heard and the wet cement surrounded Bosco's senses, not letting them escape and getting a fresh breath of sweet air.
He stayed on the bunk that he had woken up on until he heard a soft mummer to one of his sides. He got up and came to the far side trying to look into the next cell, but not really seeing anything.
"Hello....who's there?" Bosco tried to come off sounding a bit strong but to him it was more fear and to himself he felt like he was just like a little mouse caught in the clutches of the murderous cat.
"Shhhhhhhssshhhhh....they will hear you...no, no, no, we don't want you to be heard....shhhhsshhhh."
Bosco listened to the man or what Bosco thought was a man from the voice change moods and deeper voice. First the guy was paranoid about 'they' saying something off the wall how they where coming for them, that there time was up and then second he was laughing about the colors of frogs.
"Shit man, what the fuck are you on?"
"They don't say, they don't tell, only give....ohhhhh man look at the colors, whoa the colors of your breath the colors of the room the colors the colors OH THE COLORS, listen to them can you hear them, wow the colors make such beautiful music."
Bosco didn't hesitate by turning back around and getting back on the bed. He sat on it and looked around again. When the man began to yell in derangement Bosco brought his legs up onto the bed bringing them close to his body only when he went to wrap his arms around them he got a stabbing pain down and up his left arm.
He looked down to see the gauze wrapped tightly, the cut that he had gotten jumping out the window. He could see new fresh blood on the white bandage seeping through, showing the seriousness of the cut. He wondered if he would have to get that stitched up when he got out of the hellhole he was in.
Ignoring the pain in the arm he again wrapped his arms protectively around his legs. He than laid down turning his back towards the man who was now mumbling and probably asleep.
The small bunk that he laid on would squeak every time he moved a muscle but it turned out to be rather comfortable to Bosco. He had slept in worse places before and to him this was no sweat. As he curled up into the corner he tried to build up his strength, trying to be ready for whatever his body would come up against. The dark sleep took Bosco and before he knew it he was dreaming in how to get the hell out of there.
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Mikey Boscorelli had been walking. Walking and walking trying to figure out what to do next. He had to do something, but what?
"Mikey?"
Mikey turned around to see David, another runner for Rick Deamilis.
"Damn man you look like shit. What the fuck happened to you man," David studied Mikey's composure and came to the conclusion by himself. "It was 'Big Rick' wasn't it, damn, what did you do Mikey?"
Mikey didn't say anything he didn't have to. David knew the type of person Mikey was David also knew what Mikey would do when sweet temptation came into view. David then shook his head.
"You really are one lucky Son of a Bitch, to be alive and all.....not many can see "Big Rick" and be walking around breathing. You be careful and take care of yourself Mikey"
David turned around to walk away.
"He trashed my Ma's apartment and the bar of hers....I think he has my brother."
David kept on walking not looking back.
"Sorry about that Mikey, maybe...."
"You don't understand Dav, my brother is a cop....it's my fault....if I don't...."
David stopped walking and turned back around.
"A cop....A NYPD cop?"
"Yeah, I need you to tell me where Rick Deamilis lives, I have to find him Dav, he can't die cause I'm a fuck up, please."
"Dude you know how many homes "Big Rick" has? That's looking for a needle in a big ass hay stack."
"Look I know but, just do it for me, please."
David nodded his head. Mikey turned around began to walk home.
"You better start saving up Mikey."
Mikey called back while walking down the sidewalk. "Why?"
"Because you're going to have to buy your brothers coffin after "Big Rick" is done with him."
Mikey slowed and then stopped. He dared not look back. He didn't want to see the look on David's face. The sincere feature on David's face that told Mikey to worry even more for his brother.
"Hold on bro, I'm coming for yeah."
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Faith walked into the locker room of the 55 Precinct where her fellow officers were getting ready for their shifts. The usual officers she had gotten to know well on the third shift. Davis was just getting started while Sullivan was just about finished.
Davis looked at the door and then at Faith and then back at his pants legs as he fixed them around his boots. He stood up.
"No Bosco?"
Faith opened the gate to her locker and then looked at Davis.
"No, I don't know where he is...he didn't call in yesterday...."
"Maybe he forgot, and he enjoying himself with a lady."
As much as Faith wanted to believe and listen to Davis's whole look on the whole situation she knew Ty didn't know the entire details.
He didn't know about Bosco going to his mothers and never showing up; not even calling his mom's to tell her he wasn't going to make it when she had desperately called him for assistance after her bar and small living quarters being ransacked. Or of Bosco being seen leaving his car and then running out of the parking lot.
All of this information added up inside. In her head, she knew something had happened to Bosco and it was only matter of time before she really knew what was going on and what had truly happened to him.
After roll call her and Gusler were about to walk out of the Precinct building when a woman's voice pried their attention.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME! I SAW, I SAW WITH MY OWN EYES A MAN..." the Lt. Was trying to calm her down. "YOU DON'T TELL ME TO BE QUIET, I'M THE TAX PAPER HERE!"
"If you would calm down we will listen just please, you don't have to yell."
"Fine....I'll be calm and tell you again. I saw what believed to be a cop, he had a NYPD wind breaker on, I saw...I saw this man get jumped, he had no chance what so ever, he was thrown in the back as like he was just some cargo not a human being, it...."
Faith walked up with Gusler in the back waiting for her.
"Hey....I got it Lou., hey...can you come with me I need to ask you a few follow up questions."
The woman looked from the Lt., and then with a long sigh she followed Faith.
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Bosco didn't get much sleep on the small cot. Actually he wasn't sure if he even got sleep at all. It felt as though he had just shut his eyes and now he was opening them again. The man beside his cell had stopped altogether with his fanatic screaming or talking, and Bosco thanked god to that.
He sat up in bed and thought how he was going to get out of there. It was hopeless, everything it seemed was hopeless. But he was to damn stubborn to just give up.
The pacing than began. He paced up and down the cell looking each time at a new spot in the room, trying to figure what to do next. When he stopped he look at the bars and then going around the room he tried every single one of them. Seeing if any of them were loose enough so he could maybe pull it off and then use it as a weapon. Only every single one seemed to be doing its job, standing fast and keeping him there. With a frustration yell he kicked hard. He felt it before he saw it. The bent of the metal under the pressure of his kick had loosened.
With quickness he began to try and jiggle it free. When he somehow managed to get the bar almost free he stood up and kicked hard. The small metal pipe tore away from the rest of the bars and fell on the opposite side.
Bosco just looked at it with longing eyes and felt the bit of his stomach of the angry rising. He got down on the floor and then tried to slide most his body under that small cut piece and reached desperately for the metal. His fingers slide on it and pushed it close to his hand so he could get a firmer grip on it. He began to pull his hand through with the metal pipe until somebody stepped on his hand.
He looked up. It was the crack head that had been screaming his head off what seemed like eternity to Bosco. The man took his foot off of Bosco and then crouched down so he was face to face with Bosco.
"What are you trying to do? Get yourself killed?"
Before the man could react Bosco pulled his arm through quickly with the metal pipe and stood up.
"Well it's better then just waiting for them to do whatava to me, I might as well go down with some sort of fight."
The man was looking up at Bosco and he finally also stood up. Bosco looked at the needle marks on the man's arms. The man caught Bosco's glance at his arms and smiled.
"That is what they do to you, pump you full of drugs till you either go mad or fucking overdose. What did you do, who the hell did you piss off....who the hell are you?"
The guy laughed and then turned around putting his arms on his hips he turned back around.
"First of all, me name is Jamie and second I slept with Rick Deamilis little sister, and in the morning I left her....before she woke up. I think she perceived as to be a one-night-stand and that I was trying to get some ass that night. But it was cause I didn't want Rick to see me, he had made it clear earlier I wasn't supposed to be near her....guess you pay the penalty if your near her or sleep with her."
"Who the hell is this Rick....I never heard of him....or he just hasn't yet been caught yet in my precinct."
Jamie was about to answers the question Bosco had asked till he caught the precinct bit. He looked down then began to laugh.
"You're a cop aren't you?"
Bosco nodded.
"Buddy, I think you're in more serious shit then I ever will be."
Bosco was about to ask why that would be but the door opened. Bosco spun his body and head around to see Nick walking in.
"Hello Officer Boscorelli....we have a little bit of a present for you."
Before Nick could continue Bosco didn't wait before he swung the metal pipe and made contact.
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Faith sat down in her usual chair while Gusler stood off to the side and let the woman sit in Bosco's seat.
"If I give you some pictures, do you think you could pick out the person you saw?
The woman gave a confused look. She couldn't understand why the officer would be asking this, usually they would ask the description of the person she saw being kidnapped and then that would be it, but she went along with it.
"Most definitely." She than nodded.
Faith collected the pictures from her desk drawer. She than stood up and then placed them all in front of her in an orderly fashion.
As the woman looked at them Faith could feel her heart beginning to pound even harder as she watched the young woman glance and decided who's life maybe on the line.
The photos were of some of the criminals that Bosco and her had rounded up and others where of family victims and then the rest where of officers of the 55 Precinct.
"That's him....that's the man I saw."
"You sure?"
"Officer. I would bet my life on it."
Faith then slide the photographs across the desk while the woman kept her finger on the picture.
Her stomach lurched and her heart leaped into her mouth.
There under the woman's finger was a picture of Officer Maurice Boscorelli, her partner.
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Bosco felt the metal pipe make contact on Nick's body. He heard the unmistakably snapping sound of the arm as it was crushed under his weight. Nick screamed out in agony. Bosco then charged; with his force and ran, they both landed outside of the cell with Nick's head smacking into the wall.
Nick dug into his pocket feeling for his only weapon that he could and would use against the enraged officer.
Jamie who had been watching the entire scene unfolding before him watched as Nick was grabbing for something in his jeans. He cried out a warning to Bosco, but it was already to late. Nick had slammed a syringe into Bosco's upper exposed arm, pushing down on the injection placing whatever substance was in the probe. Bosco let go of Nick and backed up. He looked down to see the needle still hanging out of his arm. With quick thrust he yanked it out and then with one glance dropped it to the floor.
Nick who was standing there smiling was suddenly falling backwards. Bosco had curled his fist and then arching his arm back he mustered all his strength and let it fly. He punched Nick right in the eye. Nick slumped down unconscious from the blow.
"Wimp." Bosco mummers this as he looks at Nick's prone body. He reached down and grabbed the keys from Nick's pocket and then staggered over to the door to Jamie's cell. As he placed the cold key into the lock he stopped. He placed his hands on the bars trying to focus on things but everything was becoming disoriented. He then felt as though somebody was placing their hands over his ears and muffling everything. He looked at Jamie who was talking but he couldn't make out what he was saying. At the corners of his eyesight things were getting darker.
"I think I'm gonngg to.." Before Bosco could finish his sentence his legs buckled from underneath him and Bosco crumpled to the ground.
Jamie had told him to at least open the door before he pasted out but Bosco did pass out before even opening the cell door. Bosco was now out cold. Jamie felt for the keys and with time wasting he got the door open. He thought about taking Bosco with him but then he decided not to.
"Sorry buddy but I want my ass out of here and well let's just say I never liked cops in the first place."
He than left running like hell leaving Bosco and Nick on the cold ground dead to the world at the time.
TBC...
Dun, Dun, Dun. Yes I'm really not good at cliffhangers but hey this girl tries okay so give me a little break. Anyways thanks again for the nice feedback...hoped yeah like this chapter and wasn't stupid or nothin.
P.S. Thanks again goes out to KimRaver and Dem and Jewel, because a while back ago this thing wasn't working for me and they where right there for me helping me out by posting so THANK YOU GUYS (HUGS FOR YOU) Now with out further a do, the story..(play corny music....)
Chapter 4
Faith opened the door to Maurice Boscorelli's apartment with the key that Angela had given her. Gusler followed in pursuit, shutting the door behind him and then just kind of stood there waiting for Faith.
They both ended up in the bedroom looking around for anything that would tell them where he could be. But nothing was out of place, only the bed covers where rustled about, probably when Bosco left in a hurry when he got the call from his panicky mother.
"He left his gun."
Gusler picked up Bosco's handgun and showed it to Faith.
"Come on."
Faith and Gusler left the small living quarters; nothing to soothe Faith's rising concern for her missing partner.
"So where are we going?"
"I have to check something, before we leave."
(Parking Lot)
"Son of a bitch!"
Both cops stopped walking and came to a stand still in front of a car. Bosco's classic Ford Mustang, one of his prized possessions. Faith's instinct was now full-blown screaming. She knew Bosco never went anywhere without his car, unless something was wrong with it....and that was very rare. He took care of his car, always tinkering to make it perfect and always kept it running.
"You wouldn't be looking for Officer Boscorelli would you?"
The officers turned around to see a man around the same age as Bosco, black hair, 6'0....good looking man.
"Yes, Officer Boscorelli happens to be my partner, if you see him...."
"Well if it helps I had gotten back home around 2:am, because I had gotten back from my parents who live in Michigan. Anyways, I pulled up and I saw the officer, your partner, on the his stomach looking under his car. I assumed something was wrong with the car but I wasn't sure if I should ask....oh well." The man took a deep breath and looked down at his feet.
"Did you see anything in particular?"
"No Ma'm....the last I saw of Officer Boscorelli, he was running out of the here." The man than pointed in the direction in which he had run, the same way you would take to go to Angela's bar, his mothers."
"Thank you...."
"Matt."
"Well Thank you Matt."
Matt nodded and then headed towards his car. He pulled up to the two officers who were now walking back to their squad car.
"Hope he's okay and safe. Have a good night." The car pulled away with Faith murmuring to herself. "Me to."
Faith couldn't figure it out but something was just not adding up. She felt like the clue to finding out where her missing partner was right under her nose yet for some reason she couldn't grasp onto it and get a firm grip on it.
"So what now?" asked Gusler
"Well as Bosco would say.....I have no idea."
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Bosco woke up with a sudden jerk. He could barely see where he was now in the small-lit room. He looked around to see it was an old jail cell where the next room was another just like his and if he wanted he could reach into the next room between the old rusty metal bars.
From what he could tell it looked like he was in the basement. A long dripping sound could be heard and the wet cement surrounded Bosco's senses, not letting them escape and getting a fresh breath of sweet air.
He stayed on the bunk that he had woken up on until he heard a soft mummer to one of his sides. He got up and came to the far side trying to look into the next cell, but not really seeing anything.
"Hello....who's there?" Bosco tried to come off sounding a bit strong but to him it was more fear and to himself he felt like he was just like a little mouse caught in the clutches of the murderous cat.
"Shhhhhhhssshhhhh....they will hear you...no, no, no, we don't want you to be heard....shhhhsshhhh."
Bosco listened to the man or what Bosco thought was a man from the voice change moods and deeper voice. First the guy was paranoid about 'they' saying something off the wall how they where coming for them, that there time was up and then second he was laughing about the colors of frogs.
"Shit man, what the fuck are you on?"
"They don't say, they don't tell, only give....ohhhhh man look at the colors, whoa the colors of your breath the colors of the room the colors the colors OH THE COLORS, listen to them can you hear them, wow the colors make such beautiful music."
Bosco didn't hesitate by turning back around and getting back on the bed. He sat on it and looked around again. When the man began to yell in derangement Bosco brought his legs up onto the bed bringing them close to his body only when he went to wrap his arms around them he got a stabbing pain down and up his left arm.
He looked down to see the gauze wrapped tightly, the cut that he had gotten jumping out the window. He could see new fresh blood on the white bandage seeping through, showing the seriousness of the cut. He wondered if he would have to get that stitched up when he got out of the hellhole he was in.
Ignoring the pain in the arm he again wrapped his arms protectively around his legs. He than laid down turning his back towards the man who was now mumbling and probably asleep.
The small bunk that he laid on would squeak every time he moved a muscle but it turned out to be rather comfortable to Bosco. He had slept in worse places before and to him this was no sweat. As he curled up into the corner he tried to build up his strength, trying to be ready for whatever his body would come up against. The dark sleep took Bosco and before he knew it he was dreaming in how to get the hell out of there.
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Mikey Boscorelli had been walking. Walking and walking trying to figure out what to do next. He had to do something, but what?
"Mikey?"
Mikey turned around to see David, another runner for Rick Deamilis.
"Damn man you look like shit. What the fuck happened to you man," David studied Mikey's composure and came to the conclusion by himself. "It was 'Big Rick' wasn't it, damn, what did you do Mikey?"
Mikey didn't say anything he didn't have to. David knew the type of person Mikey was David also knew what Mikey would do when sweet temptation came into view. David then shook his head.
"You really are one lucky Son of a Bitch, to be alive and all.....not many can see "Big Rick" and be walking around breathing. You be careful and take care of yourself Mikey"
David turned around to walk away.
"He trashed my Ma's apartment and the bar of hers....I think he has my brother."
David kept on walking not looking back.
"Sorry about that Mikey, maybe...."
"You don't understand Dav, my brother is a cop....it's my fault....if I don't...."
David stopped walking and turned back around.
"A cop....A NYPD cop?"
"Yeah, I need you to tell me where Rick Deamilis lives, I have to find him Dav, he can't die cause I'm a fuck up, please."
"Dude you know how many homes "Big Rick" has? That's looking for a needle in a big ass hay stack."
"Look I know but, just do it for me, please."
David nodded his head. Mikey turned around began to walk home.
"You better start saving up Mikey."
Mikey called back while walking down the sidewalk. "Why?"
"Because you're going to have to buy your brothers coffin after "Big Rick" is done with him."
Mikey slowed and then stopped. He dared not look back. He didn't want to see the look on David's face. The sincere feature on David's face that told Mikey to worry even more for his brother.
"Hold on bro, I'm coming for yeah."
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Faith walked into the locker room of the 55 Precinct where her fellow officers were getting ready for their shifts. The usual officers she had gotten to know well on the third shift. Davis was just getting started while Sullivan was just about finished.
Davis looked at the door and then at Faith and then back at his pants legs as he fixed them around his boots. He stood up.
"No Bosco?"
Faith opened the gate to her locker and then looked at Davis.
"No, I don't know where he is...he didn't call in yesterday...."
"Maybe he forgot, and he enjoying himself with a lady."
As much as Faith wanted to believe and listen to Davis's whole look on the whole situation she knew Ty didn't know the entire details.
He didn't know about Bosco going to his mothers and never showing up; not even calling his mom's to tell her he wasn't going to make it when she had desperately called him for assistance after her bar and small living quarters being ransacked. Or of Bosco being seen leaving his car and then running out of the parking lot.
All of this information added up inside. In her head, she knew something had happened to Bosco and it was only matter of time before she really knew what was going on and what had truly happened to him.
After roll call her and Gusler were about to walk out of the Precinct building when a woman's voice pried their attention.
"ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME! I SAW, I SAW WITH MY OWN EYES A MAN..." the Lt. Was trying to calm her down. "YOU DON'T TELL ME TO BE QUIET, I'M THE TAX PAPER HERE!"
"If you would calm down we will listen just please, you don't have to yell."
"Fine....I'll be calm and tell you again. I saw what believed to be a cop, he had a NYPD wind breaker on, I saw...I saw this man get jumped, he had no chance what so ever, he was thrown in the back as like he was just some cargo not a human being, it...."
Faith walked up with Gusler in the back waiting for her.
"Hey....I got it Lou., hey...can you come with me I need to ask you a few follow up questions."
The woman looked from the Lt., and then with a long sigh she followed Faith.
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Bosco didn't get much sleep on the small cot. Actually he wasn't sure if he even got sleep at all. It felt as though he had just shut his eyes and now he was opening them again. The man beside his cell had stopped altogether with his fanatic screaming or talking, and Bosco thanked god to that.
He sat up in bed and thought how he was going to get out of there. It was hopeless, everything it seemed was hopeless. But he was to damn stubborn to just give up.
The pacing than began. He paced up and down the cell looking each time at a new spot in the room, trying to figure what to do next. When he stopped he look at the bars and then going around the room he tried every single one of them. Seeing if any of them were loose enough so he could maybe pull it off and then use it as a weapon. Only every single one seemed to be doing its job, standing fast and keeping him there. With a frustration yell he kicked hard. He felt it before he saw it. The bent of the metal under the pressure of his kick had loosened.
With quickness he began to try and jiggle it free. When he somehow managed to get the bar almost free he stood up and kicked hard. The small metal pipe tore away from the rest of the bars and fell on the opposite side.
Bosco just looked at it with longing eyes and felt the bit of his stomach of the angry rising. He got down on the floor and then tried to slide most his body under that small cut piece and reached desperately for the metal. His fingers slide on it and pushed it close to his hand so he could get a firmer grip on it. He began to pull his hand through with the metal pipe until somebody stepped on his hand.
He looked up. It was the crack head that had been screaming his head off what seemed like eternity to Bosco. The man took his foot off of Bosco and then crouched down so he was face to face with Bosco.
"What are you trying to do? Get yourself killed?"
Before the man could react Bosco pulled his arm through quickly with the metal pipe and stood up.
"Well it's better then just waiting for them to do whatava to me, I might as well go down with some sort of fight."
The man was looking up at Bosco and he finally also stood up. Bosco looked at the needle marks on the man's arms. The man caught Bosco's glance at his arms and smiled.
"That is what they do to you, pump you full of drugs till you either go mad or fucking overdose. What did you do, who the hell did you piss off....who the hell are you?"
The guy laughed and then turned around putting his arms on his hips he turned back around.
"First of all, me name is Jamie and second I slept with Rick Deamilis little sister, and in the morning I left her....before she woke up. I think she perceived as to be a one-night-stand and that I was trying to get some ass that night. But it was cause I didn't want Rick to see me, he had made it clear earlier I wasn't supposed to be near her....guess you pay the penalty if your near her or sleep with her."
"Who the hell is this Rick....I never heard of him....or he just hasn't yet been caught yet in my precinct."
Jamie was about to answers the question Bosco had asked till he caught the precinct bit. He looked down then began to laugh.
"You're a cop aren't you?"
Bosco nodded.
"Buddy, I think you're in more serious shit then I ever will be."
Bosco was about to ask why that would be but the door opened. Bosco spun his body and head around to see Nick walking in.
"Hello Officer Boscorelli....we have a little bit of a present for you."
Before Nick could continue Bosco didn't wait before he swung the metal pipe and made contact.
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Faith sat down in her usual chair while Gusler stood off to the side and let the woman sit in Bosco's seat.
"If I give you some pictures, do you think you could pick out the person you saw?
The woman gave a confused look. She couldn't understand why the officer would be asking this, usually they would ask the description of the person she saw being kidnapped and then that would be it, but she went along with it.
"Most definitely." She than nodded.
Faith collected the pictures from her desk drawer. She than stood up and then placed them all in front of her in an orderly fashion.
As the woman looked at them Faith could feel her heart beginning to pound even harder as she watched the young woman glance and decided who's life maybe on the line.
The photos were of some of the criminals that Bosco and her had rounded up and others where of family victims and then the rest where of officers of the 55 Precinct.
"That's him....that's the man I saw."
"You sure?"
"Officer. I would bet my life on it."
Faith then slide the photographs across the desk while the woman kept her finger on the picture.
Her stomach lurched and her heart leaped into her mouth.
There under the woman's finger was a picture of Officer Maurice Boscorelli, her partner.
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Bosco felt the metal pipe make contact on Nick's body. He heard the unmistakably snapping sound of the arm as it was crushed under his weight. Nick screamed out in agony. Bosco then charged; with his force and ran, they both landed outside of the cell with Nick's head smacking into the wall.
Nick dug into his pocket feeling for his only weapon that he could and would use against the enraged officer.
Jamie who had been watching the entire scene unfolding before him watched as Nick was grabbing for something in his jeans. He cried out a warning to Bosco, but it was already to late. Nick had slammed a syringe into Bosco's upper exposed arm, pushing down on the injection placing whatever substance was in the probe. Bosco let go of Nick and backed up. He looked down to see the needle still hanging out of his arm. With quick thrust he yanked it out and then with one glance dropped it to the floor.
Nick who was standing there smiling was suddenly falling backwards. Bosco had curled his fist and then arching his arm back he mustered all his strength and let it fly. He punched Nick right in the eye. Nick slumped down unconscious from the blow.
"Wimp." Bosco mummers this as he looks at Nick's prone body. He reached down and grabbed the keys from Nick's pocket and then staggered over to the door to Jamie's cell. As he placed the cold key into the lock he stopped. He placed his hands on the bars trying to focus on things but everything was becoming disoriented. He then felt as though somebody was placing their hands over his ears and muffling everything. He looked at Jamie who was talking but he couldn't make out what he was saying. At the corners of his eyesight things were getting darker.
"I think I'm gonngg to.." Before Bosco could finish his sentence his legs buckled from underneath him and Bosco crumpled to the ground.
Jamie had told him to at least open the door before he pasted out but Bosco did pass out before even opening the cell door. Bosco was now out cold. Jamie felt for the keys and with time wasting he got the door open. He thought about taking Bosco with him but then he decided not to.
"Sorry buddy but I want my ass out of here and well let's just say I never liked cops in the first place."
He than left running like hell leaving Bosco and Nick on the cold ground dead to the world at the time.
TBC...
Dun, Dun, Dun. Yes I'm really not good at cliffhangers but hey this girl tries okay so give me a little break. Anyways thanks again for the nice feedback...hoped yeah like this chapter and wasn't stupid or nothin.