Walk the Distance Part 2

Disclaimer: I don't own TW or anything associated with TW. I'm merely borrowing it for my own amusement. Don't sue me.

Author's Note: This chapter starts the same day Chapter 1 ended in.

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Bosco drove around without saying a word. He was fuming about the way Connors had talked down to him earlier in the day. Faith tried to talk to him but he ignored her attempts. He was feeling uneasy ever since he called Sadie and she didn't answer. He was so lost in his thoughts, that he almost drove into the frantic homeless who had run in front of the car.

"Shit!" He slammed on the brakes. He and Faith jumped out of the car.

"I think there's a body in that ally."

"Show us where." Faith followed.

"There."

"Thank you sir."

Bosco followed Faith. Next to the dumpster was a body. A black sack covered the head and the hands and feet were bound. Despite the cold weather the body was dressed in a dirty tank top and jeans. Bosco knew instantly it was a woman based on the figure. He knelt down to check for a pulse and jumped back when she moved.

"Just kill me. I won't tell you his name," she cried.

"Oh, my . . . ." Faith dropped to her knees and tore the sack off. Brown hair fell, covering the woman's face.

Bosco was on the radio calling for an ambulance. It shocked him when she moved. She felt so cold so he went and got a blanket from the car. After shutting the trunk he made his way back to Faith.

"What's your name?" Faith questioned.

"You can't kill him. You can't." She shook her head. "Please Vito, I swear he doesn't know. Just me and my boss. That's all. You can't kill him." Shaking her head caused her hair to stick to her face. Blood had gotten into her eyes.

"It's the police. You are safe."

"I can't see." She was shivering. "I'm Officer Logan of the 29th. Oh, god it hurts so much. I'm pre. . . ," she began to say but quickly passed out.

"55- Central. This is 55-David. Tell a Det. Connors of the 29th we have his undercover officer. We are waiting on the bus," Bosco relayed.

"Bosco, look." Faith pulled the woman's hair away from her face.

"Sadie?" Bosco felt his knees give. He quickly scooped her up and carried her to the car.

"55-Central. This is 55-David. Cancel the bus. We are enroute to Mercy." Faith jumped in and sped off.

Bosco sat in the back seat with the woman that looked so much like his girlfriend. It couldn't be her though. Sadie wasn't a cop. She was a bartender. There was no way she could have lied to him for the four months he had known her. This woman was just someone who closely resembled Sadie Bradley. Bradley. Her last name was Bradley, not Logan. Bosco settled it. This Officer Logan was just Sadie's look alike.

The squad stopped suddenly in front of Mercy. Faith rushed to the back and opened the door for Bosco who quickly handed Logan to the doctor. He and Faith followed them into the ER and watched as the doctors worked on her.

"It's not Sadie. It can't be Sadie."

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"How'd Boscorelli find her?" Detective Connors asked his partner.

"Dumb luck?" He pulled the car up only to find 55-David's RMP parked. "What do you want to do?"

"Move her. I need to know what went down. Call St. Vincent's and get a room set up for her. I'll handle our little complication." Connors stalked into the hospital. He approached Bosco and Faith. "Where's my officer?"

"I got a few questions for you," Bosco said.

"Don't got the time. Go back to writing parking tickets."

"Who is she? I want to know."

"I said I don't have the time."

"Hey, Jag off. That officer of yours looks like she could be my girlfriends twin sister. I wanna know." Bosco glared at the man.

"Murielle Logan. I assure you she is no one you know."

Connors blew past Bosco and headed straight to his officer. His anger was easily seen. He hated Boscorelli. The man would not destroy an operation he had worked so hard on.

"See Bosco. It can't be Sadie. Just someone who looks like her." Faith touched his arm.

"You're right. Sadie isn't a cop. I know that." He turned to walk away. "Let's finish up here and get some dinner."

She looked up in an unfamiliar bed, room, everything. The room was pitch black, but she could make out his form. She smiled at the thought of him watching over her. He should be mad as hell.

"Hi, baby," she whispered.

"Hi to you too my little sex kitten. Or should I say Momma Cat?"

"I hate you."

"Not who you were expecting?"

"No. I'm not in the mood to deal with you Connors. Go away."

"I need you to make a statement. Oh, and I'd be nice to me. I'm the only way you are getting transferred out of the 29th."

"Fine, Vito found out that I was a cop. End of statement. Go away." She shifted in her bed. "Oh, and don't you dare keep my transfer from going through."

"Wouldn't think of it darling. You are in danger now though." He softened up a bit.

"He won't kill me now. He'll wait. Either way I'll get him on my own before he gets me." She looked Connors in the eye. "I'm calling him and telling him everything."

"He knows. He and his partner found you. Minute he found out you lied to him he was out that door. Not before saying and I quote, that spawn wasn't his. I know it is. All the boys at the 29 know you won't open you legs for just anyone. Just your Maurice."
"I really do hate you. I can't wait till someone knocks you down."

"Get well, Logan."

She watched as the man retreated before allowing her tears to fall. Connors made her so mad that she wanted to slap him. He was just like that. It was part of what made him Connors, he did care it was obvious in his eyes and his tone. But the way he acted about Maurice she hated him for. Maurice. She lost the best thing in her life. He hated her. Probably never wanted to talk to her. All she wanted was to hear his voice one last time.

"He should be off now," she said out loud. She flipped the light on and dialed the familiar number. After a few rings a tired voice answered.

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Bosco had finally slipped into a deep sleep. He had looked everywhere for Sadie. The only place he could think of was Mercy. He refused to let himself believe Sadie wasn't who she said she was. The phone jolted him out of his sleep.

"Yeah?" When no reply came he tried again. "Hello?" he could hear what sounded like crying. "Sadie?" It was the first thing that popped into his head. "Is that you?"
"I'm sorry I lied to you. I never meant to hurt you."

"Sadie?"

"Connors told me everything. I just wanted to say good bye and I do love you."

Before he could say anything she hung up. It was Sadie and she mentioned Connors. It couldn't be true. Sadie Bradley couldn't be Murielle Logan, a cop. He couldn't ignore it. His girlfriend was living two lives. He quickly called Mercy only to find out she had been moved.

It was late, but he needed to see for himself. The cop looked terrible when they found her and if it was Sadie he needed to make sure she was safe. The drive to the hospital was way too long. He reached St. Vincent and went to her room. It was dark and he assumed she was sleeping.

"Go bug someone else Connors. You took the one thing I loved. Go," she cried. Bosco didn't move. "Go away! You don't need to gloat and remind me he hates me."

"So, it's true."

"Maurice."

"Yeah, its me Sadie. Or should I say Murielle. That is your name after all," he said flatly. He took the seat next to her.

"It is Sadie. It's my middle name. I've gone by as long as I can remember. It's the lesser of the two evils." She reached for his hand. "I know you talked to Connors. It's ok that you hate me. I lied. Simple as that."

He couldn't understand how she had been able to fool him all those months. She was so convincing, there was nothing she ever said or did that would make him not trust her. That was until now.

"You don't understand the circumstances though."

"Tell me then."

"It doesn't matter, you wouldn't care. I thought I knew you too, but the thing you said to Connors is something I can't forgive." Sadie dropped his hand remembering the comment Connors made about her baby.

"What are you talking about? All I asked him was if you were, well you. He said I didn't know you." He rubbed his face. "As far as I knew you were a bartender."

"He never talked to you?"

"Not about who you really are." He looked Sadie over. "You going to be ok?"

"I'll live. I'll be out in a few days. End of the week I should be able to go back to work."

"That's good. Look, it's late. You need rest."

"Will you come back? I really need to talk to you."

"I have to think things through. I'll check in."

"I'm serious. We need to talk."

"Got it. Rest." He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I don't hate you."