Disclaimer: I don't own it. Any of it. But if I did well.. the show would be in chaos almost 24/7, muahaha
A/N: Yes, I'll be fine. Please Read and review, I'm starting full time work and I'm trying to decide whether to leave the story, finish the idea I have or keep writing it in seperate sections. Lemme know, maybe I'll listen, lol.
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"Yokas, come on in" Lieu said, emerging from his office to see herself, Bosco and the kids sitting on plastic chairs waiting.
Faith got up, handing Charlie off to Bosco who sat him on his lap.
"Can I ask what this is about?" Faith questioned once seated.
"You're not in trouble, if that's what you mean" he paused, "though by the looks of your hands you should have stopped at the hospital before coming"
"Bosco said to report back, I didn't know what it was about, we'll head over after"
"In that case I won't make this last too long"
Faith waited.
"Do you want to press charges against your husband?" he asked, turning around and sitting himself.
"W.. what do you mean?" she asked, she'd never thought of it, she'd thought of kicking his ass, filing for divorce and custody, but not of pressing charges.
"It was going around the station this afternoon, and then this happened. There's speculation that Fred gave you that bruise on your cheek. He showed up here drunk this afternoon, left before you got here though. He was drunk. A lot of people put two and two together. Did you want to press charges against him?"
She thought for a moment, "I.. couldn't tell you, I didn't really think about it" she shrugged.
"I wanted to let you know that whatever you decide, I'll be behind you. I also want you to know that if you need time.. with the kids or anything, to visit Fred maybe, just ask"
"Thank you, is that all?"
"One more thing, I wanted to let you know about the charges the city will be laying against your husband.."
"Could you.. not call him that, just.. Fred is fine" she interupted.
Lieu nodded slowly, "He'll be charged for Driving under the influence, he'll have his license suspended by PD, also the city will be holding him responsible to foot any city bills, damage, cleanup etcetera. I know that this could fall back on you, I just wanted to let you know"
It won't fall back on me, Faith thought. I won't be affiliated with him any more. She thanked the lieutenant and left the office, signalling to Bosco that it was time to go.
"Bosco" Lieu called from the doorway.
He turned.
"You sound like you may be getting that nasty bug going around, you want to go home now?"
Bosco smiled, "Yea, damn flu season" he nodded, turning to Faith. "Hospital?" Bosco asked.
"Yeah, I think I need stitches on a coupla these" she made a face and took Charlie's hand with her left, undamaged one.
"Do we get to go in the police car again mom?" he asked.
Faith stopped dead in the middle of the hallway.
"What?" Bosco asked.
"It didn't hit me until now"
"What didn't?"
"I don't have a car anymore" she laughed.
"You're staying at my place, we can take my car" he told her, rolling his eyes. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder about you Yokas" he said, continuing to walk.
"Sometimes I wonder about you too" she whispered to herself, watching him walk down the hall in front of her with Emily, tapping her on the shoulder when she wasn't looking.
"I know it's you Uncle Bosco!" she said.
"What?" he'd ask innocently.
"Stop tapping my shoulder!" she laughed.
"I'm not tapping any shoulders, what are you talking about"
Emily turned her back and he did it again.
"I can see you!" she protested, still laughing.
"Oh yeah? What're you gonna do about it" he challenged.
"This!" she jumped at him, hands outstretched to tickle.
Faith couldn't help but crack up. Bosco wasn't a bad guy. He was definately a guy to have on your good side, but he wasn't as cold as a lot of the other officers thought. Underneath was someone who just wanted justice, even if he had to do it himself.
"You're all set" the nurse told Faith. "If it hurts a lot, just take an advil, use them as directed, you should be fine" she smiled, leaving the room. She thought briefly that the nurse must be new, or transferred, because through seven years in her career she'd never seen the lady before. The next head that looked around the corner she did recognize.
"Faith?" Morales asked.
"Yeah?" Faith asked, getting off the table, babying her right hand.
"I just wanted to let you know that Fred is awake, and he's going to be fine. He has a broken leg and arm, a couple of fractured ribs, serious concussion. We fixed in internal bleeding, but his appendices ruptured in the accident, so we'd like to keep him for observation. Also head wounds can be unpredictable."
"He's awake?" she asked, ignoring the other.
"Yes, he's in recovery, room four" she replied.
"Visitors allowed?"
"Only Family, no children"
Faith nodded her head, "Okay" she whispered, walking past the doctor.
"Faith?"
She turned.
"What happened to your face?"
"Accident" she replied, not wanting to explain. Bosco walked up to her as soon as she left the room. "Ready to go?" he asked.
"No, I'm gonna head up to Recovery, I need to talk to Fred" she replied coldly.
"He's awake?"
"Yeah"
"Are you sure-"
"Can you stay here with the kids?" she asked him
"No problem, but are you sure you should go see him?" Bosco asked, worriedly.
"I want to end this as soon as possible"
"You're going up there to tell him you want a divorce? Are you sure that's smart, I mean-"
"Boz!" she turned around and he shut up.
"Sorry" he muttered.
"No, I am, sorry I snapped, I just.. I want him to know that he won't have anything to come back to, not after this. I mean, I arrested him before you know. I arrested him for driving drunk, he was on his way to pick up the kids! And then he went and did this, for what reason? What if.. what if something had happened to the kids? Or he'd hit another car?"
"Faith, it's okay, I understand." he whispered, calming her down. Her voice had been raised and the kids were looking over, along with some other people.
"I don't know what to do anymore" she told him, whispering now.
"You're doing fine" he told her, cupping her chin and looking in to her eyes. They were red, and a little puffy. But so far no tears were falling.
"It's okay to cry" he told her.
A few tears rolled down her cheeks, and she had to grin. "I didn't think I had any more left" she admitted.
"Ah, there's always more man, it's like an orgy of multiplication in there" he cracked, "or the energizer bunny, just keep coming and coming"
She laughed, wiping her tears. "Thanks Boz, for everything. I don't say that nearly enough"
"When you do it means more" he stated.
She grinned, "you just like hearing me say that you were right and I was wrong"
"Well, that too" he shrugged nonachalantly.
She shoved him in the shoulder, "What am I gonna do with you?" she asked.
"Keep me away from the tickler?" he suggested, looking over at Emily.
"Sorry, you're a big boy, you can defend yourself" Faith told him.
"No way, she's got like twenty arms when she's doing it, I swear!" Bosco protested.
"well, you're just gonna hafta put up with it until I get back now aren't you?"
"All right" he faked being upset.
"If I'm not back in ten, well, I'm probably being arrested for beating a patient" she cracked.
"Great, holler and I'll come help" he laughed.
Faith turned to go up to recovery. Her stomach got a sick feeling, but her legs were numb at the same time. She would say it, then get out. That was it. No discussion. She wouldn't let him plead or give the eyes. No apologies would be accepted. He'd crossed the line when he'd grabbed Charlie. He'd jumped the cliff and hit rock bottom today.
Nervousness settled on her stomach as she rounded the corner in to the recovery wing. Room four, she watched the numbers, and stood outside room four for a moment, then headed inside.
Fred was laying on the hospital bed, an IV attatched, a gauze pad over his forehead, his foot elevated and his arm cast. He looked... pitiful, and she almost felt sorry for him. Almost, but not quite. He deserves this, she reminded himself. He drove drunk. Worse, he drove drunk with the kids. Her shoe scuffed the floor, and Fred looked over, then looked immediately away.
"We need to talk" she told him, taking charge of the conversation.
"About what?" he asked.
He still had his attitude. "The police tell me that your Blood Alcohal Level was over five times the limit." she stated.
"So what? I went to a bar"
"No Fred!" she got angry, raising her voice, "You did more than that, you crashed the car in to a pole, with the kids inside! I arrested you for that once before, you remember that?"
"Yeah, you were being a bitch about it" he stated.
"If you hadn't been carried away in a stretcher I would've done the same thing today" she told him. "Fred, you went too far this time. You.. hit me, grabbed Charlie and drove durnk with the kids." she paused and he said nothing. "You drove DRUNK WITH THE KIDS!" she screamed, stepping closer. "Does that mean ANYTHING to you?!"
"I'm sorry" he said quietly.
"No, no you aren't Fred"
"How would you know?!" he demanded.
"You're sorry for your condition, you aren't sorry about this, we both know that.. that this has been over for awhile now"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, looking at her again.
"I want a divorce" she stated.
"You want a divorce?" he asked, incredulous, "I'm in the hospital and you tell me you want a divorce?!"
"You're in the hospital because of you Fred, I was planning on telling you today anyways."
"But you just had to rub it in, huh?"
"Rub what in Fred?"
"That I make mistakes, that you're Miss Perfect."
"I, in no way, imply that I'm perfect at any time Fred, now you're just being an asshole"
"Right" he said.
"I'm filing for custody, I'm going to make sure you're never near the kids, after today. I decided that just today"
"You can't take away the kids!" he said.
"You almost killed them!" she hissed, taking another step closer.
"You can't.. please, Faith, they're my kids too... I'll change I swear it.. Em and Charlie..I can't-"
"You won't see them Fred, you almost killed them, Can you get that through your head?"
"You're just a-" he stopped.
"A what?" she challenged, "A bitch, I'm a bitch because you almost kill the kids. That makes sense to me, Fred. Why don't you stop blaming me for what you do wrong!"
"What's going on in here?" a doctor asked from the doorway.
Faith turned, tears rolling down her face, her mind exhausted. "Nothing" she replied.
"It was pretty loud for nothing" the doctor told her.
Faith threw a glance at Fred, then brushed past the doctor, heading for the stairs. She threw force in to the door, flinching as it hit the stone wall behind it, and grimacing as pain shot through her hand and up her arm. Then she sat herself on the steps and cried in to her hands. The sounds echoing in to the stairwell.
A/N: Yes, I'll be fine. Please Read and review, I'm starting full time work and I'm trying to decide whether to leave the story, finish the idea I have or keep writing it in seperate sections. Lemme know, maybe I'll listen, lol.
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"Yokas, come on in" Lieu said, emerging from his office to see herself, Bosco and the kids sitting on plastic chairs waiting.
Faith got up, handing Charlie off to Bosco who sat him on his lap.
"Can I ask what this is about?" Faith questioned once seated.
"You're not in trouble, if that's what you mean" he paused, "though by the looks of your hands you should have stopped at the hospital before coming"
"Bosco said to report back, I didn't know what it was about, we'll head over after"
"In that case I won't make this last too long"
Faith waited.
"Do you want to press charges against your husband?" he asked, turning around and sitting himself.
"W.. what do you mean?" she asked, she'd never thought of it, she'd thought of kicking his ass, filing for divorce and custody, but not of pressing charges.
"It was going around the station this afternoon, and then this happened. There's speculation that Fred gave you that bruise on your cheek. He showed up here drunk this afternoon, left before you got here though. He was drunk. A lot of people put two and two together. Did you want to press charges against him?"
She thought for a moment, "I.. couldn't tell you, I didn't really think about it" she shrugged.
"I wanted to let you know that whatever you decide, I'll be behind you. I also want you to know that if you need time.. with the kids or anything, to visit Fred maybe, just ask"
"Thank you, is that all?"
"One more thing, I wanted to let you know about the charges the city will be laying against your husband.."
"Could you.. not call him that, just.. Fred is fine" she interupted.
Lieu nodded slowly, "He'll be charged for Driving under the influence, he'll have his license suspended by PD, also the city will be holding him responsible to foot any city bills, damage, cleanup etcetera. I know that this could fall back on you, I just wanted to let you know"
It won't fall back on me, Faith thought. I won't be affiliated with him any more. She thanked the lieutenant and left the office, signalling to Bosco that it was time to go.
"Bosco" Lieu called from the doorway.
He turned.
"You sound like you may be getting that nasty bug going around, you want to go home now?"
Bosco smiled, "Yea, damn flu season" he nodded, turning to Faith. "Hospital?" Bosco asked.
"Yeah, I think I need stitches on a coupla these" she made a face and took Charlie's hand with her left, undamaged one.
"Do we get to go in the police car again mom?" he asked.
Faith stopped dead in the middle of the hallway.
"What?" Bosco asked.
"It didn't hit me until now"
"What didn't?"
"I don't have a car anymore" she laughed.
"You're staying at my place, we can take my car" he told her, rolling his eyes. "Honestly, sometimes I wonder about you Yokas" he said, continuing to walk.
"Sometimes I wonder about you too" she whispered to herself, watching him walk down the hall in front of her with Emily, tapping her on the shoulder when she wasn't looking.
"I know it's you Uncle Bosco!" she said.
"What?" he'd ask innocently.
"Stop tapping my shoulder!" she laughed.
"I'm not tapping any shoulders, what are you talking about"
Emily turned her back and he did it again.
"I can see you!" she protested, still laughing.
"Oh yeah? What're you gonna do about it" he challenged.
"This!" she jumped at him, hands outstretched to tickle.
Faith couldn't help but crack up. Bosco wasn't a bad guy. He was definately a guy to have on your good side, but he wasn't as cold as a lot of the other officers thought. Underneath was someone who just wanted justice, even if he had to do it himself.
"You're all set" the nurse told Faith. "If it hurts a lot, just take an advil, use them as directed, you should be fine" she smiled, leaving the room. She thought briefly that the nurse must be new, or transferred, because through seven years in her career she'd never seen the lady before. The next head that looked around the corner she did recognize.
"Faith?" Morales asked.
"Yeah?" Faith asked, getting off the table, babying her right hand.
"I just wanted to let you know that Fred is awake, and he's going to be fine. He has a broken leg and arm, a couple of fractured ribs, serious concussion. We fixed in internal bleeding, but his appendices ruptured in the accident, so we'd like to keep him for observation. Also head wounds can be unpredictable."
"He's awake?" she asked, ignoring the other.
"Yes, he's in recovery, room four" she replied.
"Visitors allowed?"
"Only Family, no children"
Faith nodded her head, "Okay" she whispered, walking past the doctor.
"Faith?"
She turned.
"What happened to your face?"
"Accident" she replied, not wanting to explain. Bosco walked up to her as soon as she left the room. "Ready to go?" he asked.
"No, I'm gonna head up to Recovery, I need to talk to Fred" she replied coldly.
"He's awake?"
"Yeah"
"Are you sure-"
"Can you stay here with the kids?" she asked him
"No problem, but are you sure you should go see him?" Bosco asked, worriedly.
"I want to end this as soon as possible"
"You're going up there to tell him you want a divorce? Are you sure that's smart, I mean-"
"Boz!" she turned around and he shut up.
"Sorry" he muttered.
"No, I am, sorry I snapped, I just.. I want him to know that he won't have anything to come back to, not after this. I mean, I arrested him before you know. I arrested him for driving drunk, he was on his way to pick up the kids! And then he went and did this, for what reason? What if.. what if something had happened to the kids? Or he'd hit another car?"
"Faith, it's okay, I understand." he whispered, calming her down. Her voice had been raised and the kids were looking over, along with some other people.
"I don't know what to do anymore" she told him, whispering now.
"You're doing fine" he told her, cupping her chin and looking in to her eyes. They were red, and a little puffy. But so far no tears were falling.
"It's okay to cry" he told her.
A few tears rolled down her cheeks, and she had to grin. "I didn't think I had any more left" she admitted.
"Ah, there's always more man, it's like an orgy of multiplication in there" he cracked, "or the energizer bunny, just keep coming and coming"
She laughed, wiping her tears. "Thanks Boz, for everything. I don't say that nearly enough"
"When you do it means more" he stated.
She grinned, "you just like hearing me say that you were right and I was wrong"
"Well, that too" he shrugged nonachalantly.
She shoved him in the shoulder, "What am I gonna do with you?" she asked.
"Keep me away from the tickler?" he suggested, looking over at Emily.
"Sorry, you're a big boy, you can defend yourself" Faith told him.
"No way, she's got like twenty arms when she's doing it, I swear!" Bosco protested.
"well, you're just gonna hafta put up with it until I get back now aren't you?"
"All right" he faked being upset.
"If I'm not back in ten, well, I'm probably being arrested for beating a patient" she cracked.
"Great, holler and I'll come help" he laughed.
Faith turned to go up to recovery. Her stomach got a sick feeling, but her legs were numb at the same time. She would say it, then get out. That was it. No discussion. She wouldn't let him plead or give the eyes. No apologies would be accepted. He'd crossed the line when he'd grabbed Charlie. He'd jumped the cliff and hit rock bottom today.
Nervousness settled on her stomach as she rounded the corner in to the recovery wing. Room four, she watched the numbers, and stood outside room four for a moment, then headed inside.
Fred was laying on the hospital bed, an IV attatched, a gauze pad over his forehead, his foot elevated and his arm cast. He looked... pitiful, and she almost felt sorry for him. Almost, but not quite. He deserves this, she reminded himself. He drove drunk. Worse, he drove drunk with the kids. Her shoe scuffed the floor, and Fred looked over, then looked immediately away.
"We need to talk" she told him, taking charge of the conversation.
"About what?" he asked.
He still had his attitude. "The police tell me that your Blood Alcohal Level was over five times the limit." she stated.
"So what? I went to a bar"
"No Fred!" she got angry, raising her voice, "You did more than that, you crashed the car in to a pole, with the kids inside! I arrested you for that once before, you remember that?"
"Yeah, you were being a bitch about it" he stated.
"If you hadn't been carried away in a stretcher I would've done the same thing today" she told him. "Fred, you went too far this time. You.. hit me, grabbed Charlie and drove durnk with the kids." she paused and he said nothing. "You drove DRUNK WITH THE KIDS!" she screamed, stepping closer. "Does that mean ANYTHING to you?!"
"I'm sorry" he said quietly.
"No, no you aren't Fred"
"How would you know?!" he demanded.
"You're sorry for your condition, you aren't sorry about this, we both know that.. that this has been over for awhile now"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, looking at her again.
"I want a divorce" she stated.
"You want a divorce?" he asked, incredulous, "I'm in the hospital and you tell me you want a divorce?!"
"You're in the hospital because of you Fred, I was planning on telling you today anyways."
"But you just had to rub it in, huh?"
"Rub what in Fred?"
"That I make mistakes, that you're Miss Perfect."
"I, in no way, imply that I'm perfect at any time Fred, now you're just being an asshole"
"Right" he said.
"I'm filing for custody, I'm going to make sure you're never near the kids, after today. I decided that just today"
"You can't take away the kids!" he said.
"You almost killed them!" she hissed, taking another step closer.
"You can't.. please, Faith, they're my kids too... I'll change I swear it.. Em and Charlie..I can't-"
"You won't see them Fred, you almost killed them, Can you get that through your head?"
"You're just a-" he stopped.
"A what?" she challenged, "A bitch, I'm a bitch because you almost kill the kids. That makes sense to me, Fred. Why don't you stop blaming me for what you do wrong!"
"What's going on in here?" a doctor asked from the doorway.
Faith turned, tears rolling down her face, her mind exhausted. "Nothing" she replied.
"It was pretty loud for nothing" the doctor told her.
Faith threw a glance at Fred, then brushed past the doctor, heading for the stairs. She threw force in to the door, flinching as it hit the stone wall behind it, and grimacing as pain shot through her hand and up her arm. Then she sat herself on the steps and cried in to her hands. The sounds echoing in to the stairwell.