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A/N: Okay, sorry it took awhile guys, but here's the next part. Have fun eg
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"Did it just get cold in here?" someone cracked, as Faith and Bosco walked by.
Faith looked at the two, knowing that the comment was made loud for someone. There was no one else around but her and Bosco, who gave them a look. She kept walking.
"What's their deal?" Bosco asked from beside her, matching her pace.
Faith shrugged, but had an inkling of knowledge.
She walked in to the changeroom, heading for her locker.
"Brr" another guy spoke up, "Maybe we should pile on an extra sweater" he said. Faith thought his name was Thomas. The group cracked up, and Sully shot her a glance. She shrugged again.
A burst of laughter came from the other side of the room, where Bosco was, and Faith looked over.
"What's your problem?" Bosco demanded, shutting his locker and turning towards them.
"Hey man, we didn't say anything about you" one protested, behind her Thomas cracked up.
"Yeah, then you must be talking about Faith"
"Oooh, first name basis" Thomas said, walking around the corner, "What could that mean?" he glanced towards Faith.
Deep down Faith had known they were talking about her. She just didn't know how they knew. But then again, word did spread fast around here. Gossip spread like wildfire sometimes, it was worse than highschool.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Bosco demanded.
Faith could tell he was getting pissed, she walked to the other side, where almost the entire crew from second and third watch were, either getting off or going on shift. Bosco was faced off with Thomas.
"In short, your partner is one frigid cold bitch" Thomas cracked.
She studied him, and he looked at her. "Boz, down." she snapped as he tensed. Bosco looked at her, and she met his glance as if to say 'what, I'm defending you'.
"What's your problem with me?" she asked Thomas.
He didn't speak, but eyed her closely. She was calm, and relaxed. He must've realized he wasn't getting to her because he turned back to Bosco.
"I know that you get the desperate need sometimes man, but not with the ice queen, save yourself bro" Thomas turned his back.
Wrong thing to do.
Faith stepped between them, holding Bosco by the shoulders. "Boz, not now okay, gimme a sec"
"Thomas, face me like a man, or aren't you one?" she said briskly.
Thomas turned, and stared her down. She met his stare. "Now, would you care to explain to everyone here why you're acting like a jackass?" she asked sweetly.
"Bitch, don't talk to me like that" she stepped forward and punched him in the nose.
"If we're gonna have a civil conversation, don't call me a bitch, now spit it out, unless you want me to beat it out" she suggested.
Thomas felt under his nose, his fingertips coming away with blood on them. The locker room was silent.
"You broke my nose" he said, though it sounded more like, "tho bwoke my ose"
She smiled, "I did"
"You are a bitch, Yokas, you divorce your husband when he's in the hospital, punch my partner for no reason" his partner stepped in. She briefly remembered his name being Carling, a new guy who thought he was all that.
She paused, "First, I don't see how it's anyone's business but my own, but now that you bring it up, he was drunk, and driving, with my kids!" she yelled, finally losing it. She turned, walking away from them, heading to her locker.
"What ever bitch" he commented.
"Boz" she paused.
"Yeah?"
"You can stop holding back now if you want"
"Thanks"
"Ooh, stepping in to protect the bitch" Carling commented.
"I suddenly don't think you're even worthy, wouldn't want your blood on my hands" Bosco commented.
"You're just protecting her because she opens her legs for you"
There was a scuffle, and a muffled shout. Faith didn't even turn around, because she knew Bosco would come out of it least hurt. It was only moments later, when the locker room had, again, gone quiet, that Bosco showed up, sporting scraped knuckles and a limp.
"You kick his ass?" Faith asked, looking up with tears in her eyes.
"Got him good" he commented, plopping himself down on the bench beside her.
"You okay?" she asked.
"I'll be fine, you?"
"I'll be fine"
A shadow fell over them, and Faith looked up to see Sully and Davis standing there.
"I dunno what that was all about, but.. good for you guys" Davis remarked.
Sully nodded, "You guys okay?"
Both of them nodded as the door to the locker room opened.
"Yokas! Boscorelli, in my office, NOW" Christopher screamed inside.
"Tough break" Ty said as they stood up to leave.
"What the hell happened in there? I'm short two patrolmen in there!" he demanded once they'd sat down.
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
"I'm waiting"
They shared a look, and kept quiet. Anything they said would probably implicate themselves even worse, or eachother. They chose to remain quiet.
"Okay, it's what I thought then, Boscorelli, you're on a desk for the day, Yokas, you have a warning, you'll be patrolling with Thomas once his nose is fixed up"
He stared at them, steaming.
"Can we go now?" Bosco asked.
"Get out, I don't wanna see your faces for the rest of the day" he snarled.
Faith sat at Angel of Mercy for nearly an hour, waiting for Thomas to get his nose set. They hadn't said a word, and Faith didn't plan on saying a word to him for the rest of the shift, unless it was necessary. She wondered about Bosco, who was sitting at a desk, probably bored out of his mind, because of her. Yet, she knew that his anger, towards Thomas, Carling and Christopher, would keep him plenty occupied. He was probably folding paper clips of something at this point.
Thomas walked out of the treatment room with a dark look set on his face. What a great day this was gonna be, she thought, getting up and walking to the cruiser alone. She waited at the passenger door, leaning against it and looked around.
"Hey Yokas, where's Bosco" Kim asked, walking by.
"On a desk" she said, "He got in a locker room fight" she smiled,
"Sounds like Bosco" she laughed, turning and spotting Thomas.
"You're riding with Thomas?" she asked Faith, who nodded. "What an ass, thank god I've only had to see him a few times. That Bosco's work?"
"Mine actually"
Kim turned, "Seriously?"
Faith nodded. "Don't ask"
"Hey, how are the kids doing?"
"They're okay.. a little confused, a little worried but.. they'll be okay. Preoccupied with Bosco most of the time"
"Bosco?"
"We're staying at his place until we can get another apartment" she explained.
"Ah, so that rumor is true"
"That one? What others are there?"
"Oh, a lot, some stupider than others. You broke it off with Fred then?"
"Yes, coldly in a hospital room" Faith mentioned, to get a reaction.
"He deserved it" Kim said, meeting her eyes, "The way he acted was unbeleivable, I would have beat him silly if he hadn't banged himself up pretty bad already"
"Oh, I was tempted just standing there talking to him" Faith grinned.
"I woulda been too, so I'll see you later right? I gotta head out" Kim finished.
"Yea, see you around" Faith said, waiting for Thomas.
It had to be one of the worst patrols ever. She'd rather have riden with Gusler, at least they talked to eachother. The ride was silent, and it was a dead night, not many calls coming through. So far they'd responded to two domestics and an MVA for traffic control, and they hadn't said a word to eachother.
Thomas pulled in to a variety store.
"If you have to go, go" he said, staring straight ahead.
Faith got out of the car, letting the cool air hit her in the face. She took a breath and wondered how Bosco was doing, how the kids were. Angela had agreed to pick them up in a taxi, Faith had given the woman some cash to pay for it. They were to pick the kids up after work.
She walked in to the store, looking around. It was instinct now, as a police officer, to check everywhere you went. There could always be something going down. She studied the clerk, who was sitting at the counter reading a magazine. But something wasn't right. She looked around the store, there was no one inside. There had been a car in the parking lot. Back to the clerk, and she knew what was wrong. The girl was holding a car magazine. Not that it was wrong. Sure, chicks could like cars. But how could you read a magazine upside down?
The cleark looked up then, and Faith could see the fear in her eyes, then the hope when she realized Faith was a police officer. Faith grabbed soem snacks and headed for the counter.
"Cool night huh?" Faith asked.
"Yea, I'd still rather be at home though" she laughed nervously.
I'll bet, Faith thought, "Yeah, heading home to watch some movies with my kids, they decided they needed munchies" she smiled, presenting what would seem like a friendly atmosphere. "You look tired"
"Oh, I am, I've been working since three" the girl said, with a pointed look. The clerk knew that Faith knew, and began to play along.
"So what movies would you suggest for a coupla kids?"
"Oh, uh, well I always liked those Disney movies you know"
"Good idea" she said, dumbly, walking down the aisle. She knew the girl was panicky, so she should probably act quickly. However, she didn't know the positions of the robbers, or how many there were. Probably one, or two. That was the general number for a variety store. She crouched in the aisle, whispering in to the radio.
"Thomas, there's a 10-30 in here, gonna need some back up, car you flatten the tires of that other car out front then head in."
She waited for a moment, but there was no response, she looked over the candy stands to the outside. No cruiser. That son of a bitch, Faith thought. The next time I see you, it won't just be a broken nose.
"Central, this is Yokas of 55-George, I am on foot and solo at a 10-30 at the Mac's on Edward" she whispered, looking around. Up front the girl looked nervous.
"How about Old Yeller?" Faith asked out loud.
"That was a good one, but sad" the girl said. Her voice was strained and Faith knew that she'd probably go in to shock soon.
"10-4 55-George, backup is on their way, ETA 3 minutes"
Three minutes. Did she have three minutes?
Faith walked up to the counter, setting two movies on it. "I think I'll take these" she said, eyeing the clerk. She took out a notepad, writing 'where' on it, and pushed it across the counter.
The girl didn't even take the pen to write it, but looked down at her feet, and off to the side, back room.
"Do you have a washroom?" Faith asked, mind racing. She held up two fingers, and the girl nodded. Two of them.
"Yea, at the back there, you just go through it, it's the door at the end of the hall"
"Thanks, I'll be right back to pay for this stuff" Faith said, pulling out her gun and approching the back door. She calmed her breathing and leaned against the wall beside the door, holding her gun at ready. There was a soft click, and suddenly something cold and hard was pressed against her head.
"Don't move" a voice said. Male. About six feet. He walked around the corner, keeping the gun to her head, he had on a ski mask.
His eyes widened. "A police officer!" he exclaimed. The clerk at the front jumped and screamed as the other robber surfaced.
"Drop your gun bitch" the man told her.
Faith was really beginning to hate the term bitch. She dropped her gun.
"Kick it away" he said, she obliged.
"What did you think you were gonna do, take down both of us?" the man asked. Faith said nothing but raised her hand to her face when he backhanded it.
"Get the money, lets get outtah here" he ordered, walking Faith up to the front, gun in her back now.
"What do we do with these two?" the other asked.
"We could kill them"
Where's my backup? Faith wondered. How long had it been. A minute, two? They should be here shortly, right?
"Or we could just leave them here, I think this one's on foot, I don't see a car"
"What ever." the guy muttered, "you have the money yet?"
"Yeah, lets go"
"Safe?"
"Got it"
The man holding Faith pushed her to the ground, and she slid in to a shelf, hitting her head. She watched the two begin to leave and grabbed for her extra piece when there was a loud bang and a pain in her chest. She lost her breath, dropping the gun nearby.
"Son of a bitch"!" one of the men exclaimed.
"She called backup" the other panicked.
"Shit, shit, shit" he turned as Faith was holding her chest, trying to breath.
"You, lock the door!" he told the clerk.
"I.. I don't have a key!" she said, hysterical, "I'm not closing, I don't have one!"
"Christ"
Faith drew her hand away, seeing that there was no blood. It hit her vest. That's it. It must've bruised some ribs then, because it was hard to breath.
A shadow fell over her, and she looked up as the man kicked her other gun out of the way. He pulled her up by her jacket, standing her on her feet then pushing her against the wall, she began to slide down again.
"I shot you!" the man said angrily.
"She's got a vest on you idiot" the other said.
"I can fix that" the man said, pushing her back to the ground.
Pain shot through her body, and she gasped for breath. The pain was unbelievable. How did Bosco put up with it everytime he was hit or shot at? She thought of Bosco. Be strong. She had no idea what the man was doing until he was done. He'd pulled off her jacket and shirt, then taken off her kevlar leaving her in a tank top. He dragged her back up.
"This is our ticket to the car" he said.
"If we just walk out there, they're gonna shoot at us!"
"No, we could.. we could use the radio to let them know"
"So they can just tail us, or blow up the car!"
"No, we tell them we'll kill her if they follow us!" They looked at Faith, "Tell them, over the radio" one said. He was shorter than the other guy, maybe about 5'8" or so.
She struggled to breath, then pressed the button on her radio. She didn't know what to say. She looked out the window, and made out Sully in the flashing lights, standing with Ty, ready for a shoot out.
"Hey Sully, this is Yokas" She saw him jump, then share a look with Ty.
"Is everyone okay?" he asked immediately.
"Yeah, just peachy" she remarked, "They'd like to tell you their bright idea, they're gonna leave the store using me as a shield, so please don't shoot me. They wanna get to their car, and they want a clean get away or they'll kill me."
"What about you?"
She looked at them, "You plan on releasing me at some point?" she asked, the button still down to give as many clues as possible.
They looked at eachother. "We could drop her off at the GasCO, one our way back" Faith hoped to god they'd heard that. A general direction. "We'll drop you off when it suits us" the other man snapped.
"They say they'll drop me off when it suits them" she spoke in to the radio.
"That's a big ten-four" Sully said, and just by that, Faith knew that everything would be okay, simply because they'd heard. In the parking lot the cruisers moved away from the car.
"Tell them I want them on the other side of the street!" one demanded.
"Hey Sul, they want all of you on the other side of the street, so they have a clear shot"
"Okay" Sully said. They waited until all the cruisers were moved across the street. Mistake, Faith thought. She knew they'd already be moving, on foot, back in to position over here.
"Lets go" the tall one said, hauling her up in front of himself. "What about me?" the other guy asked.
"They won't shoot, we have one of their own."
He nudged her in the back with the gun, and Faith began to walk towards the door. She opened it, slowly and stepped outside. Goosebumps rose on her arms. It was cold without a jacket. She began to walk towards the car, slowly, giving them every opportunity. But they took none. What, suddenly the NYPD didn't take chances? Faith asked. Then again, it wasn't Bosco out there. He probably wouldn't take a chance on her either though.
Faith thought, and positioned herself. The gun was in her back, they were focussed on getting to the car. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and immediately dove forward and rolled to the side.
Shots were fired, filling the now darkened shy with echoes of gunshots. She stopped rolling, having trouble breathing with her ribs. She found she couldn't move any more, so lay there, panting and gasping for breath when there was one more shot fired, a few short ones following.
She gasped as an amazing pain spread through her chest, arm and neck. She was able to reach up, her fingers came away with blood this time. Her breaths came shorter and quicker until the pain became overwhelming, she passed out.
A/N: Okay, sorry it took awhile guys, but here's the next part. Have fun eg
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"Did it just get cold in here?" someone cracked, as Faith and Bosco walked by.
Faith looked at the two, knowing that the comment was made loud for someone. There was no one else around but her and Bosco, who gave them a look. She kept walking.
"What's their deal?" Bosco asked from beside her, matching her pace.
Faith shrugged, but had an inkling of knowledge.
She walked in to the changeroom, heading for her locker.
"Brr" another guy spoke up, "Maybe we should pile on an extra sweater" he said. Faith thought his name was Thomas. The group cracked up, and Sully shot her a glance. She shrugged again.
A burst of laughter came from the other side of the room, where Bosco was, and Faith looked over.
"What's your problem?" Bosco demanded, shutting his locker and turning towards them.
"Hey man, we didn't say anything about you" one protested, behind her Thomas cracked up.
"Yeah, then you must be talking about Faith"
"Oooh, first name basis" Thomas said, walking around the corner, "What could that mean?" he glanced towards Faith.
Deep down Faith had known they were talking about her. She just didn't know how they knew. But then again, word did spread fast around here. Gossip spread like wildfire sometimes, it was worse than highschool.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Bosco demanded.
Faith could tell he was getting pissed, she walked to the other side, where almost the entire crew from second and third watch were, either getting off or going on shift. Bosco was faced off with Thomas.
"In short, your partner is one frigid cold bitch" Thomas cracked.
She studied him, and he looked at her. "Boz, down." she snapped as he tensed. Bosco looked at her, and she met his glance as if to say 'what, I'm defending you'.
"What's your problem with me?" she asked Thomas.
He didn't speak, but eyed her closely. She was calm, and relaxed. He must've realized he wasn't getting to her because he turned back to Bosco.
"I know that you get the desperate need sometimes man, but not with the ice queen, save yourself bro" Thomas turned his back.
Wrong thing to do.
Faith stepped between them, holding Bosco by the shoulders. "Boz, not now okay, gimme a sec"
"Thomas, face me like a man, or aren't you one?" she said briskly.
Thomas turned, and stared her down. She met his stare. "Now, would you care to explain to everyone here why you're acting like a jackass?" she asked sweetly.
"Bitch, don't talk to me like that" she stepped forward and punched him in the nose.
"If we're gonna have a civil conversation, don't call me a bitch, now spit it out, unless you want me to beat it out" she suggested.
Thomas felt under his nose, his fingertips coming away with blood on them. The locker room was silent.
"You broke my nose" he said, though it sounded more like, "tho bwoke my ose"
She smiled, "I did"
"You are a bitch, Yokas, you divorce your husband when he's in the hospital, punch my partner for no reason" his partner stepped in. She briefly remembered his name being Carling, a new guy who thought he was all that.
She paused, "First, I don't see how it's anyone's business but my own, but now that you bring it up, he was drunk, and driving, with my kids!" she yelled, finally losing it. She turned, walking away from them, heading to her locker.
"What ever bitch" he commented.
"Boz" she paused.
"Yeah?"
"You can stop holding back now if you want"
"Thanks"
"Ooh, stepping in to protect the bitch" Carling commented.
"I suddenly don't think you're even worthy, wouldn't want your blood on my hands" Bosco commented.
"You're just protecting her because she opens her legs for you"
There was a scuffle, and a muffled shout. Faith didn't even turn around, because she knew Bosco would come out of it least hurt. It was only moments later, when the locker room had, again, gone quiet, that Bosco showed up, sporting scraped knuckles and a limp.
"You kick his ass?" Faith asked, looking up with tears in her eyes.
"Got him good" he commented, plopping himself down on the bench beside her.
"You okay?" she asked.
"I'll be fine, you?"
"I'll be fine"
A shadow fell over them, and Faith looked up to see Sully and Davis standing there.
"I dunno what that was all about, but.. good for you guys" Davis remarked.
Sully nodded, "You guys okay?"
Both of them nodded as the door to the locker room opened.
"Yokas! Boscorelli, in my office, NOW" Christopher screamed inside.
"Tough break" Ty said as they stood up to leave.
"What the hell happened in there? I'm short two patrolmen in there!" he demanded once they'd sat down.
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
"I'm waiting"
They shared a look, and kept quiet. Anything they said would probably implicate themselves even worse, or eachother. They chose to remain quiet.
"Okay, it's what I thought then, Boscorelli, you're on a desk for the day, Yokas, you have a warning, you'll be patrolling with Thomas once his nose is fixed up"
He stared at them, steaming.
"Can we go now?" Bosco asked.
"Get out, I don't wanna see your faces for the rest of the day" he snarled.
Faith sat at Angel of Mercy for nearly an hour, waiting for Thomas to get his nose set. They hadn't said a word, and Faith didn't plan on saying a word to him for the rest of the shift, unless it was necessary. She wondered about Bosco, who was sitting at a desk, probably bored out of his mind, because of her. Yet, she knew that his anger, towards Thomas, Carling and Christopher, would keep him plenty occupied. He was probably folding paper clips of something at this point.
Thomas walked out of the treatment room with a dark look set on his face. What a great day this was gonna be, she thought, getting up and walking to the cruiser alone. She waited at the passenger door, leaning against it and looked around.
"Hey Yokas, where's Bosco" Kim asked, walking by.
"On a desk" she said, "He got in a locker room fight" she smiled,
"Sounds like Bosco" she laughed, turning and spotting Thomas.
"You're riding with Thomas?" she asked Faith, who nodded. "What an ass, thank god I've only had to see him a few times. That Bosco's work?"
"Mine actually"
Kim turned, "Seriously?"
Faith nodded. "Don't ask"
"Hey, how are the kids doing?"
"They're okay.. a little confused, a little worried but.. they'll be okay. Preoccupied with Bosco most of the time"
"Bosco?"
"We're staying at his place until we can get another apartment" she explained.
"Ah, so that rumor is true"
"That one? What others are there?"
"Oh, a lot, some stupider than others. You broke it off with Fred then?"
"Yes, coldly in a hospital room" Faith mentioned, to get a reaction.
"He deserved it" Kim said, meeting her eyes, "The way he acted was unbeleivable, I would have beat him silly if he hadn't banged himself up pretty bad already"
"Oh, I was tempted just standing there talking to him" Faith grinned.
"I woulda been too, so I'll see you later right? I gotta head out" Kim finished.
"Yea, see you around" Faith said, waiting for Thomas.
It had to be one of the worst patrols ever. She'd rather have riden with Gusler, at least they talked to eachother. The ride was silent, and it was a dead night, not many calls coming through. So far they'd responded to two domestics and an MVA for traffic control, and they hadn't said a word to eachother.
Thomas pulled in to a variety store.
"If you have to go, go" he said, staring straight ahead.
Faith got out of the car, letting the cool air hit her in the face. She took a breath and wondered how Bosco was doing, how the kids were. Angela had agreed to pick them up in a taxi, Faith had given the woman some cash to pay for it. They were to pick the kids up after work.
She walked in to the store, looking around. It was instinct now, as a police officer, to check everywhere you went. There could always be something going down. She studied the clerk, who was sitting at the counter reading a magazine. But something wasn't right. She looked around the store, there was no one inside. There had been a car in the parking lot. Back to the clerk, and she knew what was wrong. The girl was holding a car magazine. Not that it was wrong. Sure, chicks could like cars. But how could you read a magazine upside down?
The cleark looked up then, and Faith could see the fear in her eyes, then the hope when she realized Faith was a police officer. Faith grabbed soem snacks and headed for the counter.
"Cool night huh?" Faith asked.
"Yea, I'd still rather be at home though" she laughed nervously.
I'll bet, Faith thought, "Yeah, heading home to watch some movies with my kids, they decided they needed munchies" she smiled, presenting what would seem like a friendly atmosphere. "You look tired"
"Oh, I am, I've been working since three" the girl said, with a pointed look. The clerk knew that Faith knew, and began to play along.
"So what movies would you suggest for a coupla kids?"
"Oh, uh, well I always liked those Disney movies you know"
"Good idea" she said, dumbly, walking down the aisle. She knew the girl was panicky, so she should probably act quickly. However, she didn't know the positions of the robbers, or how many there were. Probably one, or two. That was the general number for a variety store. She crouched in the aisle, whispering in to the radio.
"Thomas, there's a 10-30 in here, gonna need some back up, car you flatten the tires of that other car out front then head in."
She waited for a moment, but there was no response, she looked over the candy stands to the outside. No cruiser. That son of a bitch, Faith thought. The next time I see you, it won't just be a broken nose.
"Central, this is Yokas of 55-George, I am on foot and solo at a 10-30 at the Mac's on Edward" she whispered, looking around. Up front the girl looked nervous.
"How about Old Yeller?" Faith asked out loud.
"That was a good one, but sad" the girl said. Her voice was strained and Faith knew that she'd probably go in to shock soon.
"10-4 55-George, backup is on their way, ETA 3 minutes"
Three minutes. Did she have three minutes?
Faith walked up to the counter, setting two movies on it. "I think I'll take these" she said, eyeing the clerk. She took out a notepad, writing 'where' on it, and pushed it across the counter.
The girl didn't even take the pen to write it, but looked down at her feet, and off to the side, back room.
"Do you have a washroom?" Faith asked, mind racing. She held up two fingers, and the girl nodded. Two of them.
"Yea, at the back there, you just go through it, it's the door at the end of the hall"
"Thanks, I'll be right back to pay for this stuff" Faith said, pulling out her gun and approching the back door. She calmed her breathing and leaned against the wall beside the door, holding her gun at ready. There was a soft click, and suddenly something cold and hard was pressed against her head.
"Don't move" a voice said. Male. About six feet. He walked around the corner, keeping the gun to her head, he had on a ski mask.
His eyes widened. "A police officer!" he exclaimed. The clerk at the front jumped and screamed as the other robber surfaced.
"Drop your gun bitch" the man told her.
Faith was really beginning to hate the term bitch. She dropped her gun.
"Kick it away" he said, she obliged.
"What did you think you were gonna do, take down both of us?" the man asked. Faith said nothing but raised her hand to her face when he backhanded it.
"Get the money, lets get outtah here" he ordered, walking Faith up to the front, gun in her back now.
"What do we do with these two?" the other asked.
"We could kill them"
Where's my backup? Faith wondered. How long had it been. A minute, two? They should be here shortly, right?
"Or we could just leave them here, I think this one's on foot, I don't see a car"
"What ever." the guy muttered, "you have the money yet?"
"Yeah, lets go"
"Safe?"
"Got it"
The man holding Faith pushed her to the ground, and she slid in to a shelf, hitting her head. She watched the two begin to leave and grabbed for her extra piece when there was a loud bang and a pain in her chest. She lost her breath, dropping the gun nearby.
"Son of a bitch"!" one of the men exclaimed.
"She called backup" the other panicked.
"Shit, shit, shit" he turned as Faith was holding her chest, trying to breath.
"You, lock the door!" he told the clerk.
"I.. I don't have a key!" she said, hysterical, "I'm not closing, I don't have one!"
"Christ"
Faith drew her hand away, seeing that there was no blood. It hit her vest. That's it. It must've bruised some ribs then, because it was hard to breath.
A shadow fell over her, and she looked up as the man kicked her other gun out of the way. He pulled her up by her jacket, standing her on her feet then pushing her against the wall, she began to slide down again.
"I shot you!" the man said angrily.
"She's got a vest on you idiot" the other said.
"I can fix that" the man said, pushing her back to the ground.
Pain shot through her body, and she gasped for breath. The pain was unbelievable. How did Bosco put up with it everytime he was hit or shot at? She thought of Bosco. Be strong. She had no idea what the man was doing until he was done. He'd pulled off her jacket and shirt, then taken off her kevlar leaving her in a tank top. He dragged her back up.
"This is our ticket to the car" he said.
"If we just walk out there, they're gonna shoot at us!"
"No, we could.. we could use the radio to let them know"
"So they can just tail us, or blow up the car!"
"No, we tell them we'll kill her if they follow us!" They looked at Faith, "Tell them, over the radio" one said. He was shorter than the other guy, maybe about 5'8" or so.
She struggled to breath, then pressed the button on her radio. She didn't know what to say. She looked out the window, and made out Sully in the flashing lights, standing with Ty, ready for a shoot out.
"Hey Sully, this is Yokas" She saw him jump, then share a look with Ty.
"Is everyone okay?" he asked immediately.
"Yeah, just peachy" she remarked, "They'd like to tell you their bright idea, they're gonna leave the store using me as a shield, so please don't shoot me. They wanna get to their car, and they want a clean get away or they'll kill me."
"What about you?"
She looked at them, "You plan on releasing me at some point?" she asked, the button still down to give as many clues as possible.
They looked at eachother. "We could drop her off at the GasCO, one our way back" Faith hoped to god they'd heard that. A general direction. "We'll drop you off when it suits us" the other man snapped.
"They say they'll drop me off when it suits them" she spoke in to the radio.
"That's a big ten-four" Sully said, and just by that, Faith knew that everything would be okay, simply because they'd heard. In the parking lot the cruisers moved away from the car.
"Tell them I want them on the other side of the street!" one demanded.
"Hey Sul, they want all of you on the other side of the street, so they have a clear shot"
"Okay" Sully said. They waited until all the cruisers were moved across the street. Mistake, Faith thought. She knew they'd already be moving, on foot, back in to position over here.
"Lets go" the tall one said, hauling her up in front of himself. "What about me?" the other guy asked.
"They won't shoot, we have one of their own."
He nudged her in the back with the gun, and Faith began to walk towards the door. She opened it, slowly and stepped outside. Goosebumps rose on her arms. It was cold without a jacket. She began to walk towards the car, slowly, giving them every opportunity. But they took none. What, suddenly the NYPD didn't take chances? Faith asked. Then again, it wasn't Bosco out there. He probably wouldn't take a chance on her either though.
Faith thought, and positioned herself. The gun was in her back, they were focussed on getting to the car. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and immediately dove forward and rolled to the side.
Shots were fired, filling the now darkened shy with echoes of gunshots. She stopped rolling, having trouble breathing with her ribs. She found she couldn't move any more, so lay there, panting and gasping for breath when there was one more shot fired, a few short ones following.
She gasped as an amazing pain spread through her chest, arm and neck. She was able to reach up, her fingers came away with blood this time. Her breaths came shorter and quicker until the pain became overwhelming, she passed out.