Disclaimer: I can't have everything I want. I know that. I also know that it includes rights to this show. But everyone can dream....
A/N: Mkay, all I wanna say is, review review review. I've become an addict! Help me out here guys, come on!
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Faith watched the scenery go by, somehow going 60 in the fire zone just wasn't fast enough. Now that she had the thought stuck in her mind, she couldn't get it out. Fred was drunk. Fred wanted the kids. What would he do with them? Just take them, leave them somewhere. Have them sleep on the street? Where was Fred sleeping now? Friends? Surely they'd call her, let her know. Unless he cooked up some story.
She could feel her heart rate rising, along with her anxiety. And her hopes falling. She was aware that Sully was following them, and somewhat grateful. She braced herself as Bosco stepped on the brake, pounding the horn.
"Stupid moron!" he yelled, honking again at the car that had pulled in front of them. She checked the lanes, but there were none to switch to, and no spaces which the car in front could move back to.
"I have the sirens on, ignorant sunovabitch" Bosco was muttering under his breath. The light in front of them turned red.
Faith said a prayer in the silence of the car.
"Central to 55-David"
Faith sat, staring.
"55-David" Bosco replied, tapping on the steering wheel impatiently.
"are you cleared for assignment at this time"
"That is a negative central, we are serving a warrant" Bosco replied.
"10-4, 10-3 once cleared"
"10-4"
The light was still red. Bosco let go of the brake and tailgated the car in front of them.
Faith said nothing as horns began to honk. Bosco honked right back, flipping the siren for effect and the car edged forward some. Bosco turned the wheel on a sharp angle, squeezing through an impossible space. She watched the mirror shatter, and listened metal scraping against metal. The car finally moved forward more, allowing room to pass, and Bosco pulled in to the intersection. Faith closed her eyes.
"What the hell are they doing, are they crazy?" Davis asked.
"Just worried" Sully replied.
"About what? They just totalled that car!"
"It's a few scratches, and it's the other driver's fault, you're supposed to yield the fire lane, nevertheless yield for emergency vehicles"
"Why are we in a hurry?"
Sully sighed, "Faith thinks that Fred's going after the kids, they had a fight last night or something"
"Damn" Davis cursed softly.
She didn't know how she knew, but as soon as the neared the school she opened her eyes. As it happened, she opened them just as Bosco squealed the tired and came to a dead stop in front of the school. She didn't see them, but was out of the car before Bosco'd had a chance to open his.
"Do you know Emily, or Charlie, Yokas?" she asked the kids who were still waiting around and lined up for the bus.
They stared at her blankly, driving her in to a mode of desperation mixed with frusteration.
Suddenly she saw Emily. "Emily!" she called, running. She put her hand on the girl's shoulder, and she turned around.
Faith stood there, breathing hard for a moment. It wasn't Emily. She swallowed, apologizing and standing up, looking around. The school grounds were almost empty now. Then she saw a familiar face.
"Zoey!" she called, teh black haired girl looked at her and smiled, "Hi Mrs. Yokas"
"Zoey, have you seen Emily or Charlie?"
Zoey paused, "Yea, they left with their dad earlier"
Every bit of hope Faith had dropped then, and she sat herself down on the grass, putting her face in to her hands.
"Faith, what is it?" Bosco asked, coming from behind with Sully and Davis.
"What happened to her?" Bosco demanded.
"I.. I don't know. I just told her that Emily and Charlie left with their dad and she.. she fell" Zoey said.
"Shit, shit Shit" Bosco swore.
"Which was did they go?" Bosco asked, "How long ago?"
"I think down that way, maybe about ten minutes ago" she said. "Is everything okay? I mean, it's just their dad, right?"
Bosco snorted. Just Fred. He crouched beside Faith, "We can still find them, they can't be that far ahead, right? They're on foot so-"
"Actually Mr. Yokas had a car" Zoey spoke up.
"A car?" Bosco asked dumbly.
"What did the car look like?" Faith demanded.
"It was the same one he always drives" Zoey replied stupidly, "Look, I hafta go, my mom's here, is there anything else you need?"
Bosco shook his head.
"55-David to central" Bosco spoke in to his radio.
"Central, go ahead 55-David"
"We have an abduction of children from St. Elizabeth's School by a drunken parent, driving, we are driving the area"
"10-4 David, any vehicle description?"
Bosco rattled off the license plate and description of the car, informing them that it was not a stolen behicle, and it was registered to a Fred Yokas"
"Faith, come on, we'll find them" Bosco comforted her, offering his hand. When she didn't make a move to grab it Bosco leaned over, giving Sully and look. They pulled her to her feet by her arm pits.
"Faith, we have a chance, lets go!" Bosco said to her face. She wiped away the tears, and Bosco saw the anger taking over again. "I'm driving" she stated, holding out her hand. Bosco handed her the keys.
"You want us to search?" Sully asked.
"Yea, head North, we'll scour the roads heading back to the apartment."
"Got it" Sully said, heading back to his RMP.
No sooner had they sat down in the car and started the engine an APB was put out on the Yokas car.
Five minutes of silence followed, until the radio broke the silence again.
"Available units in the 55, that car has been spotted heading North on Meyer street, just crossing 67th"
"Hold on" Faith said briefly, spinning the wheel and turning around in the intersection, missing a car by inches.
"And you complain about my driving" Bosco commented, holding the dash then doing up his seat belt. He noticed Faith wasn't wearing hers.
Faith's hope sparked back up when she heard that call, her foot pressing to the accelerator. She would get up to 75th or so and try to cut Fred off. She wondered what he was thinking right now.
Fred sat behind the wheel, part of his conscience telling him to pull over, the other saying hell with it. Things were moving fast, but on the gage it said he was doing thirty. That wasn't fast. He knew that. But everything was flying by. In slow motion. He was getting dizzy. And the lights and sirens weren't helping.
"How you guys doin' back there?" he asked his children.
"maybe you should pull over" Emily suggested. He saw her fiddling to tighten their seat belts. They were good kids.
"So your mother can arrest me again?" he spat, "no, not again"
"Where are we going?"
Fred thought about it.
"Dad?"
"Shut up!" he roared. He didn't know where he was gonna go, but he wouldn't get anywhere if these cops stopped him. He blinked, focusing his eyes on the spedometer and watched as the needle rose to fifty.
Faith watched her needle climb to sixty, staying in the middle lane. This time, no cars cut in front of them. None. Thank God. She checked the street signs, surprised to see they were at seventy-third, she counted the next street, and braked to turn the next corner, cutting in front of moving traffic. Horns honked, but they made it through alive.
Getting to the corner of Meyer and seventy-fifth she slowed, "55-David requesting the location on that car"
"55-David, location is seventy-third and Meyer, speed about forty-five mph." the following squad responded.
Faith pulled into the intersection, blocking off all traffic. Then she waited.
Fred had to slow down. This was making him feel naseous. Maybe he should pull over. He didn't see the cars that were stopped in front of him until he was almost ploughing in to them, he swerved, pumping the brake but it didn't help. Hiting something solid he flew forward, head hitting the windshield, chest hitting the steering wheel. He wasn't wearing his seat belt.
Her eyes were surveying like a hawk, her fingers ready to snap off the ignition and open the door, her foot ready to step on the accelerator if something went wrong. She could hear the sirens now. Then she heard a squeal of tires and metal twisting. Nausea rose, her heart missing a beat, and she froze for a moment, then all at once she threw herself from the car and ran. Not caring about her ribs, not caring about anything.
Bosco was out of the car fast than a jackrabbit, running down the street after Faith.
"Central, this is 55-Edward, requesting multiple buses with a rush and Fire at the corner of Meyer and seventy-Fourth"
He swallowed, running faster. He would kill Fred if he was still alive. He would do it slowly too. He would show him everything that he had ever put Faith through. Everything. Then he started to pray.
Faith saw it, and stared before it registered in her mind that the car in front of her, the one wrapped around the street pole, which was now laying across the intersection, was hers. her children were in there. Emily and Charlie.
"No" she whispered, standing not ten feet away. People gathered, but were staying further back. "No, no, no, no" she repeated. All the sudden her stomach convulsed, and she leaned over, emptying Lunch, Breakfast and beyond.
A/N: Mkay, all I wanna say is, review review review. I've become an addict! Help me out here guys, come on!
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Faith watched the scenery go by, somehow going 60 in the fire zone just wasn't fast enough. Now that she had the thought stuck in her mind, she couldn't get it out. Fred was drunk. Fred wanted the kids. What would he do with them? Just take them, leave them somewhere. Have them sleep on the street? Where was Fred sleeping now? Friends? Surely they'd call her, let her know. Unless he cooked up some story.
She could feel her heart rate rising, along with her anxiety. And her hopes falling. She was aware that Sully was following them, and somewhat grateful. She braced herself as Bosco stepped on the brake, pounding the horn.
"Stupid moron!" he yelled, honking again at the car that had pulled in front of them. She checked the lanes, but there were none to switch to, and no spaces which the car in front could move back to.
"I have the sirens on, ignorant sunovabitch" Bosco was muttering under his breath. The light in front of them turned red.
Faith said a prayer in the silence of the car.
"Central to 55-David"
Faith sat, staring.
"55-David" Bosco replied, tapping on the steering wheel impatiently.
"are you cleared for assignment at this time"
"That is a negative central, we are serving a warrant" Bosco replied.
"10-4, 10-3 once cleared"
"10-4"
The light was still red. Bosco let go of the brake and tailgated the car in front of them.
Faith said nothing as horns began to honk. Bosco honked right back, flipping the siren for effect and the car edged forward some. Bosco turned the wheel on a sharp angle, squeezing through an impossible space. She watched the mirror shatter, and listened metal scraping against metal. The car finally moved forward more, allowing room to pass, and Bosco pulled in to the intersection. Faith closed her eyes.
"What the hell are they doing, are they crazy?" Davis asked.
"Just worried" Sully replied.
"About what? They just totalled that car!"
"It's a few scratches, and it's the other driver's fault, you're supposed to yield the fire lane, nevertheless yield for emergency vehicles"
"Why are we in a hurry?"
Sully sighed, "Faith thinks that Fred's going after the kids, they had a fight last night or something"
"Damn" Davis cursed softly.
She didn't know how she knew, but as soon as the neared the school she opened her eyes. As it happened, she opened them just as Bosco squealed the tired and came to a dead stop in front of the school. She didn't see them, but was out of the car before Bosco'd had a chance to open his.
"Do you know Emily, or Charlie, Yokas?" she asked the kids who were still waiting around and lined up for the bus.
They stared at her blankly, driving her in to a mode of desperation mixed with frusteration.
Suddenly she saw Emily. "Emily!" she called, running. She put her hand on the girl's shoulder, and she turned around.
Faith stood there, breathing hard for a moment. It wasn't Emily. She swallowed, apologizing and standing up, looking around. The school grounds were almost empty now. Then she saw a familiar face.
"Zoey!" she called, teh black haired girl looked at her and smiled, "Hi Mrs. Yokas"
"Zoey, have you seen Emily or Charlie?"
Zoey paused, "Yea, they left with their dad earlier"
Every bit of hope Faith had dropped then, and she sat herself down on the grass, putting her face in to her hands.
"Faith, what is it?" Bosco asked, coming from behind with Sully and Davis.
"What happened to her?" Bosco demanded.
"I.. I don't know. I just told her that Emily and Charlie left with their dad and she.. she fell" Zoey said.
"Shit, shit Shit" Bosco swore.
"Which was did they go?" Bosco asked, "How long ago?"
"I think down that way, maybe about ten minutes ago" she said. "Is everything okay? I mean, it's just their dad, right?"
Bosco snorted. Just Fred. He crouched beside Faith, "We can still find them, they can't be that far ahead, right? They're on foot so-"
"Actually Mr. Yokas had a car" Zoey spoke up.
"A car?" Bosco asked dumbly.
"What did the car look like?" Faith demanded.
"It was the same one he always drives" Zoey replied stupidly, "Look, I hafta go, my mom's here, is there anything else you need?"
Bosco shook his head.
"55-David to central" Bosco spoke in to his radio.
"Central, go ahead 55-David"
"We have an abduction of children from St. Elizabeth's School by a drunken parent, driving, we are driving the area"
"10-4 David, any vehicle description?"
Bosco rattled off the license plate and description of the car, informing them that it was not a stolen behicle, and it was registered to a Fred Yokas"
"Faith, come on, we'll find them" Bosco comforted her, offering his hand. When she didn't make a move to grab it Bosco leaned over, giving Sully and look. They pulled her to her feet by her arm pits.
"Faith, we have a chance, lets go!" Bosco said to her face. She wiped away the tears, and Bosco saw the anger taking over again. "I'm driving" she stated, holding out her hand. Bosco handed her the keys.
"You want us to search?" Sully asked.
"Yea, head North, we'll scour the roads heading back to the apartment."
"Got it" Sully said, heading back to his RMP.
No sooner had they sat down in the car and started the engine an APB was put out on the Yokas car.
Five minutes of silence followed, until the radio broke the silence again.
"Available units in the 55, that car has been spotted heading North on Meyer street, just crossing 67th"
"Hold on" Faith said briefly, spinning the wheel and turning around in the intersection, missing a car by inches.
"And you complain about my driving" Bosco commented, holding the dash then doing up his seat belt. He noticed Faith wasn't wearing hers.
Faith's hope sparked back up when she heard that call, her foot pressing to the accelerator. She would get up to 75th or so and try to cut Fred off. She wondered what he was thinking right now.
Fred sat behind the wheel, part of his conscience telling him to pull over, the other saying hell with it. Things were moving fast, but on the gage it said he was doing thirty. That wasn't fast. He knew that. But everything was flying by. In slow motion. He was getting dizzy. And the lights and sirens weren't helping.
"How you guys doin' back there?" he asked his children.
"maybe you should pull over" Emily suggested. He saw her fiddling to tighten their seat belts. They were good kids.
"So your mother can arrest me again?" he spat, "no, not again"
"Where are we going?"
Fred thought about it.
"Dad?"
"Shut up!" he roared. He didn't know where he was gonna go, but he wouldn't get anywhere if these cops stopped him. He blinked, focusing his eyes on the spedometer and watched as the needle rose to fifty.
Faith watched her needle climb to sixty, staying in the middle lane. This time, no cars cut in front of them. None. Thank God. She checked the street signs, surprised to see they were at seventy-third, she counted the next street, and braked to turn the next corner, cutting in front of moving traffic. Horns honked, but they made it through alive.
Getting to the corner of Meyer and seventy-fifth she slowed, "55-David requesting the location on that car"
"55-David, location is seventy-third and Meyer, speed about forty-five mph." the following squad responded.
Faith pulled into the intersection, blocking off all traffic. Then she waited.
Fred had to slow down. This was making him feel naseous. Maybe he should pull over. He didn't see the cars that were stopped in front of him until he was almost ploughing in to them, he swerved, pumping the brake but it didn't help. Hiting something solid he flew forward, head hitting the windshield, chest hitting the steering wheel. He wasn't wearing his seat belt.
Her eyes were surveying like a hawk, her fingers ready to snap off the ignition and open the door, her foot ready to step on the accelerator if something went wrong. She could hear the sirens now. Then she heard a squeal of tires and metal twisting. Nausea rose, her heart missing a beat, and she froze for a moment, then all at once she threw herself from the car and ran. Not caring about her ribs, not caring about anything.
Bosco was out of the car fast than a jackrabbit, running down the street after Faith.
"Central, this is 55-Edward, requesting multiple buses with a rush and Fire at the corner of Meyer and seventy-Fourth"
He swallowed, running faster. He would kill Fred if he was still alive. He would do it slowly too. He would show him everything that he had ever put Faith through. Everything. Then he started to pray.
Faith saw it, and stared before it registered in her mind that the car in front of her, the one wrapped around the street pole, which was now laying across the intersection, was hers. her children were in there. Emily and Charlie.
"No" she whispered, standing not ten feet away. People gathered, but were staying further back. "No, no, no, no" she repeated. All the sudden her stomach convulsed, and she leaned over, emptying Lunch, Breakfast and beyond.