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A/N: Okay, so, I know all you people didn't want me to end it, but here it is, the end. But not forever, don't panic. I'll write another story to continue it, in fact, this one will probably even be reworked and stuck in to a series. However, one condition, I need some feedback. What you liked, what you didn't like. Should I extend a part, shorten a part, make something clearer
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Bosco stood in silence for almost forty minutes before any one of the doctors who entered the room came out. He'd seen it coming, and met the doctor at the door.
"How is she?" he asked.
"Are you family?"
Bosco swallowed, "No, I'm her partner"
"A doctor will be out in a minute to explain the situation"
He turned, frusterated, keeping an eye on the door. His mind was filled with nothing but hope. Nothing but fatih in Faith. And the fact that Thomas would pay a great price for this. Bosco began to pace, back and forth. His mom and the kids were sitting in the plastic chairs, not ten feet away. And half the force must have been waiting. But no one said a word to him. Were they afraid? To scared maybe?
A doctor exited the room, disposing of her gloves. He didn't realize it was Morales until she was standing in front of him.
He met her eyes, but said nothing for a moment.
"She's alive, right?" he asked suddenly.
Morales gave a nod. "Faith has been through a lot. Her body went in to shock before she was even shot, causing even more complications. We now know she was shot twice, they found her kevlar at the scene with a bullet in it. Her ribs were priorly cracked from the car hitting her, and the gun shot caused three of them to break." she took a breath. "One of those broken ribs punctured her lung when she was shot in the shoulder, you can thank god for that. If it had punctured it any sooner.. it would have been too late for us to do anything. We've bound her ribs and equalized the pressure in her left lung, she's able to breath on her own but we've put her on oxygen. We've stopped the bleeding and patched her shoulder wound, and have her hooked up for a blood transfer, she lost a lot of blood."
Bosco was silent, standing there reeling. Oh Faith, I'm so sorry. He looked at Morales. He knew that she wasn't on the best of terms with everyone here, and in some circumstances she was down right cold, like when he and Faith had driven the gun shot child in to the ER. But here she was, explaining to him what was wrong and what they had fixed. She'd helped save Faith's life.
"She's going to be okay" Morales said. "We got to her in good time, with good prior care, so thank the ambulance crew too"
Bosco nodded.
"I have to go, we're going to put her in her own room, seems like she's got a lot of friends" she stated, then turned.
"She's competition" Morales said, taking a step and then turning back.
"What?" Bosco asked, lost.
"She's competition for your hospital file now, and, by the way, room 210" she smiled.
Bosco gave a shallow laugh. Stubborn. She was stubborn. Just like himself. He turned to walk back to the waiting crowd with a smile on his face.
"She's gonna be okay" he whispered, voice cracking and tears slipping down his face freely. "She's okay" he repeated.
There were sighs of relief from all around him. Some people went as far to collapse in to a chair and begin laughing.
There were a few, "It's Yokas, of course she's okay, she's as goddamned stubborn as her partner" which made him smile.
His mom came over and gave him a hug, Charlie jumped on his back and Emily stood there looking almost alone. "Come here Em" he said quietly, kneeling.
Emily looked at him, her eyes were red, and her face was wet. She brushed it away quickly.
"Em, it's okay to cry you know. Even though she's okay.. it's okay to cry, it just means you're happy" he said. Emily immediately embraced him, he smiled again. There was a feeling in his chest, something he'd never really felt before. An extreme relief, a happiness. Maybe you could even call it a giddiness. Faith was gonna be okay. Everything would be fine.
"Faith" he whispered, taking his partners hand and sitting down in the chair next to her bed. He moved it closer and looked at her. She was sleeping. His Ma had brought in Em and Charlie, and Sully and Ty had already been in. Nearly everyone who wanted to say something. He hadn't known what to say, so he'd let everyone else go first.
"Faith... I'm so sorry this happened to you.. if I could trade places I would... you scared me you know. Hell, you scared everyone out there. You scared us half to death. Carlos is saying how he ran red lights, well I did too, and I promise, I promise that Thomas will get what's coming to him. I was talking with Lieu, and they're putting him on a probation. He should be fired, I know, but it goes back to what I did with Gusler. Thomas claimed her knew about it, and if he was released he'd take it up with the union." Bosco sighed.
"Faith" he said again, squeezing her hand. "Faith I have to tell you something. When I found out, I freaked. I mean, more than usual. I was in denile and I talked to my mom and she told me that I've felt this way for years, but was too oblivious to notice. I mean, oh Christ. Faith, what I'm getting at is.. I don't know how I would live without you. I don't. Not just at work, but as a person. I went all to shit when this happened. I lost in on a wall. You keep me sane" he said, "You keep me grounded and you make me feel good, and I like feeling good. I... I don't want to be the bighead any more, I just want to be your partner. And not just on the force. I want to be with you Faith" he was crying now, "I want to live with you, I love being with you. I love the kids. I love you. I just.. " he stopped, "I know it's soon after Fred, but he's an asshole. I understand if it.. if it's just gonna be too awkward but... oh boy, how am I supposed to say this to your face when I can't even tell you when you're asleep" he chuckled.
It scared him to the point that she jumped. She squeezed his hand back.
"Faith?" he asked.
Her eyes cracked open slightly. "The light hurts my eyes" she smiled.
Bosco gave a sharp laugh. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore" she muttered, her voice was broken up by the mask. She reached up and pulled it off, leaving it on her chin.
Bosco went to put it back on but she shook her head. "I can breath on my own Boz, I'm okay" she whispered.
"How long have you been awake?" he asked.
She smiled, "Long enough Boz"
"I.. Sorry"
"For what?"
"Saying all that, I know, it'll screw things up between us-"
"Boz" she interrupted.
"What?"
"Shut up for once, let me get a word in" she smiled.
Bosco laughed. "Sorry"
"And stop saying sorry"
"Sor-"
She smiled, rubbing his hand with her thumb back and forth. "Boz I know how you feel-"
"I know, nothing can come of it, right, we're partners-"
"Boz, shut up" she said. He stayed quiet. "I feel the same way" she said.
Bosco needed a moment for it to sink in. She felt the same way. Faith loved him back, he made her whole, kept her grounded and kept her happy. Faith felt the same way as he did. He couldn't stop smiling, but nonetheless he still cried.
"I thought you were gonna-"
"I'd never leave you" she laughed, "But I'm warning you Boscorelli, if you ever leave me behind at a variety store you've got it coming" she grinned.
"never, I'd never do it"
"Good to know" she said, her eyes beginning to close.
"You should get some sleep" he whispered.
She didn't reply this time, so he stood up and kissed her on the forehead, pulling the blankets up to keep her warm. "I'll be back" he whispered to the sleeping form.
Bosco seriously had to pee.
It was three days later, when Faith was released and staying at Bosco's place with the kids (and time off together, thanks to the Lieutenant) that it happened. Sully and Davis stopped by to let them know. Faith listened from the couch, and Bosco was sitting on the arm.
"Good" was the first thing that Bosco said.
Sully looked at him. "They're investigating this, you may not wish to express that opinion" he warned.
"Naw, I'll express it, I've been here with Faith and the kids, they can't pin this on me" He shrugged nonachalantly.
Davis agreed, and the two officers left with parting words.
"Who do you think it was?" Faith asked once they were gone.
"Does it matter?" Bosco asked.
"Boz, was it you?"
" I wish" he said solemnly.
Detective Masters opened the locker. "You really think there's gonna be something in his work locker that'll implicate him?" Masters questioned his partner, Walker.
"Some things are found in the least obvious places" Walker stated.
"What do we have here" he said, reaching past his partner and pulling out a paper bag.
So, it was all about drugs?" Bosco asked Lieu.
He nodded. "There were stolen drugs from the lab in his locker. We figure that's why he was moody all the time, up and down. We also think that who ever he was dealing to got fed up with his shit and beat him."
"He no longer has a place at the five-five then?"
"Or any other precinct, ever." Lieu stated.
"How is he doing?"
"Do you care?"
"I just want to make sure he got what was coming to him" Bosco replied.
"He's worse off than Faith, if that's what you mean, but he's alive"
"That's what I meant" Bosco nodded. "Thanks Lieu, gotta get home" he stood up.
"See you on Monday Boscorelli" Lieu called after him.
Tatiana sat alone in John's apartment, a smile set on her face. John had been unhappy for awhile, sad about Faith. And mad at Thomas. No one upset John. She loved him. She did. Her hand drew away from the phone that was resting on the table. It wouldn't be traced back, it would be blamed on drugs. She thanked Chevchinko silently with a smile. He'd taken care of her, always. And she would always take care of John and his friends. Thomas wasn't dead. But when he woke up, he'd be wishing he were. She picked up and dialed Walker's number. She had one more person to thank for making this run so smoothly.
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So, did ya get it? Please review, please, please!!
A/N: Okay, so, I know all you people didn't want me to end it, but here it is, the end. But not forever, don't panic. I'll write another story to continue it, in fact, this one will probably even be reworked and stuck in to a series. However, one condition, I need some feedback. What you liked, what you didn't like. Should I extend a part, shorten a part, make something clearer
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Bosco stood in silence for almost forty minutes before any one of the doctors who entered the room came out. He'd seen it coming, and met the doctor at the door.
"How is she?" he asked.
"Are you family?"
Bosco swallowed, "No, I'm her partner"
"A doctor will be out in a minute to explain the situation"
He turned, frusterated, keeping an eye on the door. His mind was filled with nothing but hope. Nothing but fatih in Faith. And the fact that Thomas would pay a great price for this. Bosco began to pace, back and forth. His mom and the kids were sitting in the plastic chairs, not ten feet away. And half the force must have been waiting. But no one said a word to him. Were they afraid? To scared maybe?
A doctor exited the room, disposing of her gloves. He didn't realize it was Morales until she was standing in front of him.
He met her eyes, but said nothing for a moment.
"She's alive, right?" he asked suddenly.
Morales gave a nod. "Faith has been through a lot. Her body went in to shock before she was even shot, causing even more complications. We now know she was shot twice, they found her kevlar at the scene with a bullet in it. Her ribs were priorly cracked from the car hitting her, and the gun shot caused three of them to break." she took a breath. "One of those broken ribs punctured her lung when she was shot in the shoulder, you can thank god for that. If it had punctured it any sooner.. it would have been too late for us to do anything. We've bound her ribs and equalized the pressure in her left lung, she's able to breath on her own but we've put her on oxygen. We've stopped the bleeding and patched her shoulder wound, and have her hooked up for a blood transfer, she lost a lot of blood."
Bosco was silent, standing there reeling. Oh Faith, I'm so sorry. He looked at Morales. He knew that she wasn't on the best of terms with everyone here, and in some circumstances she was down right cold, like when he and Faith had driven the gun shot child in to the ER. But here she was, explaining to him what was wrong and what they had fixed. She'd helped save Faith's life.
"She's going to be okay" Morales said. "We got to her in good time, with good prior care, so thank the ambulance crew too"
Bosco nodded.
"I have to go, we're going to put her in her own room, seems like she's got a lot of friends" she stated, then turned.
"She's competition" Morales said, taking a step and then turning back.
"What?" Bosco asked, lost.
"She's competition for your hospital file now, and, by the way, room 210" she smiled.
Bosco gave a shallow laugh. Stubborn. She was stubborn. Just like himself. He turned to walk back to the waiting crowd with a smile on his face.
"She's gonna be okay" he whispered, voice cracking and tears slipping down his face freely. "She's okay" he repeated.
There were sighs of relief from all around him. Some people went as far to collapse in to a chair and begin laughing.
There were a few, "It's Yokas, of course she's okay, she's as goddamned stubborn as her partner" which made him smile.
His mom came over and gave him a hug, Charlie jumped on his back and Emily stood there looking almost alone. "Come here Em" he said quietly, kneeling.
Emily looked at him, her eyes were red, and her face was wet. She brushed it away quickly.
"Em, it's okay to cry you know. Even though she's okay.. it's okay to cry, it just means you're happy" he said. Emily immediately embraced him, he smiled again. There was a feeling in his chest, something he'd never really felt before. An extreme relief, a happiness. Maybe you could even call it a giddiness. Faith was gonna be okay. Everything would be fine.
"Faith" he whispered, taking his partners hand and sitting down in the chair next to her bed. He moved it closer and looked at her. She was sleeping. His Ma had brought in Em and Charlie, and Sully and Ty had already been in. Nearly everyone who wanted to say something. He hadn't known what to say, so he'd let everyone else go first.
"Faith... I'm so sorry this happened to you.. if I could trade places I would... you scared me you know. Hell, you scared everyone out there. You scared us half to death. Carlos is saying how he ran red lights, well I did too, and I promise, I promise that Thomas will get what's coming to him. I was talking with Lieu, and they're putting him on a probation. He should be fired, I know, but it goes back to what I did with Gusler. Thomas claimed her knew about it, and if he was released he'd take it up with the union." Bosco sighed.
"Faith" he said again, squeezing her hand. "Faith I have to tell you something. When I found out, I freaked. I mean, more than usual. I was in denile and I talked to my mom and she told me that I've felt this way for years, but was too oblivious to notice. I mean, oh Christ. Faith, what I'm getting at is.. I don't know how I would live without you. I don't. Not just at work, but as a person. I went all to shit when this happened. I lost in on a wall. You keep me sane" he said, "You keep me grounded and you make me feel good, and I like feeling good. I... I don't want to be the bighead any more, I just want to be your partner. And not just on the force. I want to be with you Faith" he was crying now, "I want to live with you, I love being with you. I love the kids. I love you. I just.. " he stopped, "I know it's soon after Fred, but he's an asshole. I understand if it.. if it's just gonna be too awkward but... oh boy, how am I supposed to say this to your face when I can't even tell you when you're asleep" he chuckled.
It scared him to the point that she jumped. She squeezed his hand back.
"Faith?" he asked.
Her eyes cracked open slightly. "The light hurts my eyes" she smiled.
Bosco gave a sharp laugh. "How are you feeling?"
"Sore" she muttered, her voice was broken up by the mask. She reached up and pulled it off, leaving it on her chin.
Bosco went to put it back on but she shook her head. "I can breath on my own Boz, I'm okay" she whispered.
"How long have you been awake?" he asked.
She smiled, "Long enough Boz"
"I.. Sorry"
"For what?"
"Saying all that, I know, it'll screw things up between us-"
"Boz" she interrupted.
"What?"
"Shut up for once, let me get a word in" she smiled.
Bosco laughed. "Sorry"
"And stop saying sorry"
"Sor-"
She smiled, rubbing his hand with her thumb back and forth. "Boz I know how you feel-"
"I know, nothing can come of it, right, we're partners-"
"Boz, shut up" she said. He stayed quiet. "I feel the same way" she said.
Bosco needed a moment for it to sink in. She felt the same way. Faith loved him back, he made her whole, kept her grounded and kept her happy. Faith felt the same way as he did. He couldn't stop smiling, but nonetheless he still cried.
"I thought you were gonna-"
"I'd never leave you" she laughed, "But I'm warning you Boscorelli, if you ever leave me behind at a variety store you've got it coming" she grinned.
"never, I'd never do it"
"Good to know" she said, her eyes beginning to close.
"You should get some sleep" he whispered.
She didn't reply this time, so he stood up and kissed her on the forehead, pulling the blankets up to keep her warm. "I'll be back" he whispered to the sleeping form.
Bosco seriously had to pee.
It was three days later, when Faith was released and staying at Bosco's place with the kids (and time off together, thanks to the Lieutenant) that it happened. Sully and Davis stopped by to let them know. Faith listened from the couch, and Bosco was sitting on the arm.
"Good" was the first thing that Bosco said.
Sully looked at him. "They're investigating this, you may not wish to express that opinion" he warned.
"Naw, I'll express it, I've been here with Faith and the kids, they can't pin this on me" He shrugged nonachalantly.
Davis agreed, and the two officers left with parting words.
"Who do you think it was?" Faith asked once they were gone.
"Does it matter?" Bosco asked.
"Boz, was it you?"
" I wish" he said solemnly.
Detective Masters opened the locker. "You really think there's gonna be something in his work locker that'll implicate him?" Masters questioned his partner, Walker.
"Some things are found in the least obvious places" Walker stated.
"What do we have here" he said, reaching past his partner and pulling out a paper bag.
So, it was all about drugs?" Bosco asked Lieu.
He nodded. "There were stolen drugs from the lab in his locker. We figure that's why he was moody all the time, up and down. We also think that who ever he was dealing to got fed up with his shit and beat him."
"He no longer has a place at the five-five then?"
"Or any other precinct, ever." Lieu stated.
"How is he doing?"
"Do you care?"
"I just want to make sure he got what was coming to him" Bosco replied.
"He's worse off than Faith, if that's what you mean, but he's alive"
"That's what I meant" Bosco nodded. "Thanks Lieu, gotta get home" he stood up.
"See you on Monday Boscorelli" Lieu called after him.
Tatiana sat alone in John's apartment, a smile set on her face. John had been unhappy for awhile, sad about Faith. And mad at Thomas. No one upset John. She loved him. She did. Her hand drew away from the phone that was resting on the table. It wouldn't be traced back, it would be blamed on drugs. She thanked Chevchinko silently with a smile. He'd taken care of her, always. And she would always take care of John and his friends. Thomas wasn't dead. But when he woke up, he'd be wishing he were. She picked up and dialed Walker's number. She had one more person to thank for making this run so smoothly.
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So, did ya get it? Please review, please, please!!