Title: Blood Ties (7/7)

Author: X_tremeroswellian

Email: X_tremeroswellian@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: The Third Watch characters belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells. Laurie and Michael belong to John Carpenter. All others belong to me.

Rating: R for violence, language, and sexual content. This one is *not* for the kiddies, folks.

Spoilers: Up through and including everything in the third season of "Third Watch" except the finale, "Blackout." Also, spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection.

Summary: Evil has come to New York City, hellbent on killing one of the officers at the 55th precinct. Will the rest of the Third Watch crew be able to stop the killer in time? Or will they become victims themselves?

Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.

Category: Story

Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance

Feedback: Is really appreciated.

Author's Note: The idea for this fic came after watching Halloween Resurrection the day it came out in theatres. Sorry to anyone who *liked* the movie. I personally thought it was awful and I felt the need to try and fix it. And what better way to fix something than by throwing the Third Watch characters in the mix? ;) I've never attempted a horror fic before, and I realize the idea of a Halloween/Third Watch crossover is a bit...bizarre, but I decided to take the challenge. So if you like it, or hate it, please let me know.

Author's Note II: I tried to be somewhat accurate in my descriptions of the Triborough Bridge, but as I've never actually seen it other than in a few photos, and I *suck* at reading maps, please don't flame me if it's not totally true to life.

Dedication: This one is for CCA, my fellow scary movie viewer. :)

Special thanks to Dem and Bree for encouraging me to go through with this story.

Blood Ties (Part Seven)

Alley, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
11:21 p.m.

Faith screamed as pain ripped through her shoulder blade as her brother stabbed her. She instantly covered the wound with her hand, then with all the force she could manage, she barrelled into Michael with her good shoulder, throwing him to the ground. Tears streaming down her face, she turned and ran down the alley, her feet pounding the pavement, the sound echoing in her ears.

Bosco was dead.

And it was all her fault.

Angel of Mercy Hospital, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
11:24 p.m.

Davis had fallen asleep in his chair, leaning forward with his head resting on the edge of Alex's hospital bed, his hands holding onto her arm gently. He woke up, startled, not sure what had woken him until he raised his head and saw her looking at him. "Alex!" He sat up immediately, relief flooding through him.

"Ty..." Her voice was weak, raspy.

"Thank God you're awake." Davis stood up and then leaned over and kissed her forehead gently. "I'm going to go get a doctor."

"No!" With surprising strength, she reached out and grabbed his arm with one hand.

He turned back to her, worried. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you in pain?"

"Kim," she whispered, her eyes full of fear.

Davis suddenly realized what was going on. "She's fine, Al. She wasn't hurt."

Her eyes closed for a moment, then opened him again, looking at him. "Don't go."

He nodded. "I won't. I promise. I'm not going anywhere." He looked down where she still held onto his arm tightly. He gently removed her hand, then interlaced his fingers with hers. "You had us scared for awhile."

"Sorry," Alex whispered tiredly.

"Shh. It's okay, everything's going to be okay."

"Have you...." She struggled to talk and he could see that it was quickly draining her of what little energy she had.

"Shhh. Save your strength, okay?"

"Caught him?"

Davis swallowed hard, looked away for a moment, then focused his gaze on her again. "Not yet, but we will. He won't get away with it, Al."

There was a long moment of silence as she simply stared at him. "Evil," she whispered with tears in her eyes.

"What?"

"He's evil. Pure evil."

Davis stared back at her before he nodded slowly. "I know."

2nd Avenue, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
11:29 p.m.

In the middle of the dimly lit avenue, Laurie could see someone running in the distance, but not toward her. Unconsciously, her fingers wrapped around her sister's gun a little tighter as she turned and saw that the figure was headed for the Triborough Bridge. Her eyes widened a little and she watched as a second figure followed the first one. And there was no doubt in her mind who the second figure was.

Which meant that the person running from her brother was Faith. Cursing in her mind, Laurie forced away all the fear she felt and started to run after her siblings.

Adam 55-3, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
11:32 p.m.

"I can't believe this. First Taylor, then those cops." Carlos shook his head and stared out the passenger window of the bus. "I hate Halloween."

"You and me both," Doc muttered, his hands gripping the wheel tightly as he concentrated on driving.

"You think she's going to be okay?"

"Taylor?"

"Yeah."

"I hope so." He started to say something else when he caught sight of a vaguely familiar figure running toward the East at top speed. "What the hell?"

"What?" Carlos turned to look out the windshield. He squinted against the street lights as the person ran. "Isn't that the chick from last night? The one who took off when we got to the hospital?"

"Yeah, her name's Laurie. She's Faith's sister." Doc stepped on the brakes.

"Faith Yokas?" he asked in confusion. "Since when did she have a sister?"

"That's a very good question." He did a U-turn in the middle of the road.

"What are you doing?" Carlos questioned, frowning deeply.

"Following her."

"Why?"

"Because I think she may need some help."

Triborough Bridge, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
11:40 p.m.

Faith gasped for breath as she stopped running. She stood in the middle of the bicycle path of the bridge, then turned to watch as Michael walked slowly toward her. She looked down at the river below the bridge, the waters rough and dark in the moonlight. For a couple seconds she considered jumping. Then steely determination filled her. She had to stop her brother. Even if it meant that she got killed in the process.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides and the muscles tensing caused pain to erupt from her shoulder again. She tried to push it away, to block it out. She focused her attention on her brother again. "Come on, Michael!" she screamed, rage spiraling within her. "What are you waiting for, you bastard?"

He continued to walk steadily toward her as the cars on other side of the path zoomed by, unaware of the danger around them.

Faith stood her ground, unmoving as the cold autumn wind tore at her hair, her tears drying on her cheeks. She was going to die, there was no real doubt in her mind. She had no weapon to fight him with and she was already injured. But if she was going to die, she was going to do her best to take him to hell with her. Every muscle in her body tensed with every step closer that her brother took.

"Michael!"

Her eyes widened at her sister's shout. She watched as Michael stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly.

Faith took a few quick steps forward silently. She saw Laurie holding her service weapon out in both hands, aiming it at their brother. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she heard the shots fire. When she opened them again, her brother was lying on the ground unmoving. She met Laurie's gaze. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Laurie answered, her gaze dropping to Michael's umoving figure on the pavement.

She swallowed hard, then took a few steps closer to him.

"What are you doing?" her sister asked, alarm in her voice.

Faith knelt down beside him and picked up the knife off the pavement. She rose slowly to her feet again, holding it up in her hand. She felt sick as she looked at it, at all the blood that was on it. Alex Taylor's blood, Kim's blood....Bosco's. Tears rushed to her eyes and for a second she thought she was seeing things as she caught sight of movement in the metal surface. Then she heard Laurie scream as a hand wrapped around her throat and lifted her into the air.

The knife clattered to the pavement as she tried to pry her brother's fingers off her neck. She made a feeble attempt at kicking him, but couldn't get the leverage she needed to do so. She began to feel light-headed and dizzy as he held onto her tightly, strangling her. She suddenly found herself staring down at the river below, to the waters that only a few moments ago she contemplated jumping into as a means of escape. Her vision began to blur from the lack of oxygen.

"Hey!" She could hear someone shouting in the distance, but couldn't place the voice, though she recognized it.

"Get out of the way," another voice commanded off in the distance.

Faith felt Michael's grip on her loosen and her eyes widened in horror. He was going to drop her off the bridge.

Suddenly a shot rang out through the air. Then another. And another after that. She felt herself falling and she instictively reached out, managing to grab hold of the slippery rail with one hand. She watched as her brother plunged off the bridge and down into the river below, disappearing beneath the murky surface. She felt her hand beginning to slip.

"Son of a bitch! Faith!" A strong hand gripped onto her arm.

She instantly turned to look up at the person, then realized she must have been hallucinating because she found herself staring into Bosco's eyes.

"Faith, listen to me, I need you to grab my other hand!" he said, reaching it out to her as he leaned against the rail.

"Bosco," she whispered.

"Yeah, it's me, give me your other hand!"

She managed to grasp his hand with her other hand and he quickly pulled her up and back over the rail. The force sent him falling backward to the ground, her on top of him.

"It's okay, Faith. It's okay, you're safe," he whispered, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

Exhausted and confused, she pressed her face into his shoulder and began to cry.

Triborough Bridge, New York City
October 31st, 2004-Halloween
11:57 p.m.

"What a night, huh?" Carlos commented to Doc as he shook his head and finished bandaging Faith's arm.

Doc raised his eyebrows and then turned to look at Laurie, who sat in the back of the ambulance with a blanket draped over her shoulders. Then he focused his attention on his friends again. "We're gonna head to Mercy in a minute," he informed them.

"Right," Bosco said, not looking at him. He kept one of his arms wrapped around Faith's waist as she laid her head on his shoulder.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Faith asked again worriedly, pulling away to look at him.

"Faith, I'm fine," he promised for about the twelfth time in ten minutes. "Good thing I just got a new vest last week, though."

"Thank God," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears as she reached up to touch his face. "I thought you were dead."

Bosco leaned toward her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Like I was going to let some psycho freak get away with trying to murder the woman I love."

Carlos and Doc exchanged surprised looks, but neither commented.

"I love you, too," Faith said softly.

He kissed her, a gentle, brief kiss on the lips. Then he looked up as Sully approached with raised eyebrows.

"ESU is going to drag the river tomorrow morning. So far he hasn't turned up on shore anywhere that they've found," Sully informed them.

"That's because he's dead," Bosco replied, tightening his arm around Faith once more. "I shot the guy three times and he fell 145 feet to the river. No one could've survived that."

"No human could have."

He turned to see Faith's sister standing behind them. "What?" he asked with a frown.

Laurie looked at him, then at Faith, her eyes sad, haunted. Afraid. "Don't you understand?"

Bosco's frown deepened as he saw the same emotions reflected in his partner's eyes. "Understand what?"

Faith swallowed hard, turned her gaze to look at him, but she remained silent.

Her sister answered for her. "You can't kill the boogie man," she whispered.

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