Promises
Part 5
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Remember I don't own anything!
I hope no one is offended by the material in this chapter. I have made a joke about homosexuality, but ONLY because it has been discussed in past episodes. Part of Bosco's personality is his homophobia. I don't want anyone to hate me. It's meant ONLY as a joke.
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Bosco reached the front entrance of the precinct at the same time as Faith on Tuesday afternoon. He looked at her and smiled nervously. It was very strange to him that they weren't partners, and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to act. "Hey."
"Hey."
He opened the door for her. "After you Sergeant."
"Thanks Bosco." As soon as she was through the door she stopped to wait for him. "So how'd it go yesterday?"
He nodded a few times. "Good."
"What was the deal with Swanson and McCarty?"
Bosco gave her a suspicious look. "Are you asking as my sergeant or as Faith?"
"I'm not in uniform yet Bosco," she smiled.
"It was no big thing. Swanson insulted me, pushed me and Rylee didn't appreciate it."
"So why'd *you* end up pinning McCarty against the wall?"
Boscorelli shrugged. "He pissed me off." Faith gave him a look only mothers could give. "Come on Faith. They were asking for it. What did you expect us to do? Just stand there and take it?"
"Yes."
"Believe it or not I tried that. But I don't think Rylee has learned that lesson yet."
"Right. What was up with her yesterday anyway?"
"What do you mean?"
"Sunday she's the perfect angel then yesterday it's like she's…I don't know. I guess I just wasn't expecting the attitude."
"Me either. But I gotta admit, I like a woman with attitude." He winked at Faith, and his face broke into a wide grin.
Faith couldn't help laughing. They started to walk up the stairs to the landing where the locker room is located. "Faith, thanks for the medal."
"You like it? The engraving wasn't too sappy for you was it?"
"Come on Yokas, it's me."
"My point exactly," she chuckled.
"It's perfect Faith," he smiled at her. She looked into his eyes and could tell that he meant it.
*****
"GAWD! Is today some kinda of criminal holiday or something?!" bitched Rylee as she and Bosco sat in their squad car. "I'm so frickin' bored! We've had two calls in SIX HOURS!"
Bosco looked at her. "Have you ever thought about taking up yoga?" He asked very seriously.
"Yoga?! You mean like standing-with-your-hands-together-in-front-of-your- chest-and-calling-yourself-a-mountain-yoga?"
"Yeah."
"Hell no! You gotta be a tad bit fruity to do yoga. If you know what I mean." She looked over at him to find he was looking at her; his jaw set. "Oh please tell me you're kidding," she laughed. "*You* practice yoga? Super cop Maurice Boscorelli does yoga."
"It helps me relax. It's been awhile since I've been to class though."
Her jaw dropped. "You aren't kidding are you?"
"Nope. Maybe you'd like to go with me sometime."
She turned in the driver's seat so she was facing him. Rylee just looked at him; shocked that a macho guy like him would practice yoga.
"What? What?!" He could see the twinkle in her eyes, and for some reason he didn't think it was a good sign.
"I have to ask."
"What?!"
"How should I put this?"
"What?!"
"Are you a little, uh, light in your loafers?"
"WHAT! You did *not* just ask me that!" He was beside himself. "No! No! Of course not!"
"Whoa! Relax. It's just the whole yoga thing kinda threw me."
"For your information I only started going because I was involved with the instructor."
"So you are."
"NO! Female instructor! Geez!" Bosco slumped in the seat and ran a hand through his hair. "Why does everyone always think I'm gay?" he asked softly. Rylee could hear the frustration in his voice.
"Because you're obviously not."
"Huh?" He swung his head around to look at her.
"You just set yourself up too easily Bosco."
"Excuse me?"
"I don't know about *everyone* else, but it's pretty obvious to me you're straight as an arrow. I mean you're practically drooling over every woman that walks by! So when you set yourself up like you just did it's that much more fun to ruffle your feathers."
"Augh! I'm gonna kill you!"
"No you're not. Cause deep down you're laughing your ass off," she smiled at him.
"No I'm not," he said matter-of-factly.
They sat in silence for a couple minutes. Bosco fuming, and Rylee laughing at him. He turned and shot daggers at her with his eyes.
"Would you relax? I was just messing with you."
"ALL UNITS OF THE 5-5 WE HAVE A 10-59 AT 210 AND JEFFERSON. ASSIST FDNY"
"Great! We get to direct traffic for the bucket boys. Yippee," she said as she waved her index finger in a circular motion.
"Thought you were bored? Just *itchin'* for something to do," teased Bosco.
"I'd rather deal with some dumb ass drunk who fell down in the park than assist them."
"5-5 David 10-4." Bosco flipped on the lights and siren, and Rylee took off. They pulled up to the scene to find the third floor of a small apartment building engulfed in flames. There were people rushing out of the building. Boscorelli and O'Neill hopped out of the car. A frantic woman ran to Rylee screaming about people still inside.
"Where the hell is Fidny?!" screamed Rylee over the noise as she ran toward the burning building.
"Rylee wait!" Bosco called after her. He grabbed his radio. "This is 5-5 David. 10-84. Where is FDNY?!" Bosco saw Rylee enter the building. "RYLEE!" He ran to the entrance, but stopped. He bent over to catch his breath. His heart was racing. His chest was tight. "Oh shit! Not now."
Bosco tried to take a deep breath. Visions of the World Trade Center ran through his mind. He shook his head, and grabbed his chest. "Not now. Not now. Where the hell is the engine?" His mind cleared briefly, and he forced himself to go into the building. He keyed his radio. "RYLEE! WHERE ARE YOU? RYLEE!"
"SECOND FLOOR! LEFT OF THE STAIRS! I'VE GOT TWO VICTIMS!"
He fought back the urge to vomit, and ran up the stairs. His chest was heaving. His eyes wide with fear. When he reached the second floor he stopped, and held onto the banister to steady himself. A wave of dizziness swept over him. He thought his heart was going to explode. He tried to control his breathing, but it hurt. He could hardly get any air into his lungs.
"BOSCO!" His head shot up when he heard her voice. He looked around wildly as he tried to find her. "OVER HERE!" Bosco made his way toward her voice. In his mind he kept seeing the World Trade Center, then he'd see himself being shot, then Shaquana, then Hobart. It kept playing over and over again. He had no idea where he was going.
Finally he found Rylee. She saw the look on his face. "Damn," she thought. "What do I do? How do I get him through this? I started with two victims now I have three."
The ceiling above them was starting to fall as the fire consumed it. Flames dropped all around them starting the second floor on fire as well. Rylee grabbed Bosco's face in her hands. "BOSCO!" He blinked rapidly. She shook him. "We have to carry them down the stairs! NOW! You with me?!" His face was blank. "YOU WITH ME?!"
"I-I c-c-can't," he stammered as he tried to get air into his lungs. The smoke around him wasn't helping his attempt.
"Yes you can! I'll talk you through it! Trust me!"
He was so hot, and so tired. And on top of that he was afraid. What was he doing here in this burning building? Bosco grabbed his chest in pain. Rylee quickly pulled him over to a little girl who was lying on the floor. "Pick her up and get down the stairs! Don't look back!" He didn't know how, but he managed to do what he was told. Rylee pulled the second victim who was much larger into a fireman's carry. She shouted to Bosco. "Go, go, go!"
The fire was behind her on the stairs. They raced down the stairs. Rylee shouting at Bosco the entire time to keep him moving. She was trying to be a link to him. Trying to get into his mind along with the visions so that he might have some idea as to what was going on around him.
When they reached the first floor landing they were met by firefighters. DK took the girl from Bosco, and Doherty and Walsh took the weight from Rylee and headed for the exit. As Boscorelli and O'Neill reached the door there was a loud, hot explosion behind them that sent the two officers down the four front steps and onto the sidewalk.
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Part 5
*****
Remember I don't own anything!
I hope no one is offended by the material in this chapter. I have made a joke about homosexuality, but ONLY because it has been discussed in past episodes. Part of Bosco's personality is his homophobia. I don't want anyone to hate me. It's meant ONLY as a joke.
*****
Bosco reached the front entrance of the precinct at the same time as Faith on Tuesday afternoon. He looked at her and smiled nervously. It was very strange to him that they weren't partners, and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to act. "Hey."
"Hey."
He opened the door for her. "After you Sergeant."
"Thanks Bosco." As soon as she was through the door she stopped to wait for him. "So how'd it go yesterday?"
He nodded a few times. "Good."
"What was the deal with Swanson and McCarty?"
Bosco gave her a suspicious look. "Are you asking as my sergeant or as Faith?"
"I'm not in uniform yet Bosco," she smiled.
"It was no big thing. Swanson insulted me, pushed me and Rylee didn't appreciate it."
"So why'd *you* end up pinning McCarty against the wall?"
Boscorelli shrugged. "He pissed me off." Faith gave him a look only mothers could give. "Come on Faith. They were asking for it. What did you expect us to do? Just stand there and take it?"
"Yes."
"Believe it or not I tried that. But I don't think Rylee has learned that lesson yet."
"Right. What was up with her yesterday anyway?"
"What do you mean?"
"Sunday she's the perfect angel then yesterday it's like she's…I don't know. I guess I just wasn't expecting the attitude."
"Me either. But I gotta admit, I like a woman with attitude." He winked at Faith, and his face broke into a wide grin.
Faith couldn't help laughing. They started to walk up the stairs to the landing where the locker room is located. "Faith, thanks for the medal."
"You like it? The engraving wasn't too sappy for you was it?"
"Come on Yokas, it's me."
"My point exactly," she chuckled.
"It's perfect Faith," he smiled at her. She looked into his eyes and could tell that he meant it.
*****
"GAWD! Is today some kinda of criminal holiday or something?!" bitched Rylee as she and Bosco sat in their squad car. "I'm so frickin' bored! We've had two calls in SIX HOURS!"
Bosco looked at her. "Have you ever thought about taking up yoga?" He asked very seriously.
"Yoga?! You mean like standing-with-your-hands-together-in-front-of-your- chest-and-calling-yourself-a-mountain-yoga?"
"Yeah."
"Hell no! You gotta be a tad bit fruity to do yoga. If you know what I mean." She looked over at him to find he was looking at her; his jaw set. "Oh please tell me you're kidding," she laughed. "*You* practice yoga? Super cop Maurice Boscorelli does yoga."
"It helps me relax. It's been awhile since I've been to class though."
Her jaw dropped. "You aren't kidding are you?"
"Nope. Maybe you'd like to go with me sometime."
She turned in the driver's seat so she was facing him. Rylee just looked at him; shocked that a macho guy like him would practice yoga.
"What? What?!" He could see the twinkle in her eyes, and for some reason he didn't think it was a good sign.
"I have to ask."
"What?!"
"How should I put this?"
"What?!"
"Are you a little, uh, light in your loafers?"
"WHAT! You did *not* just ask me that!" He was beside himself. "No! No! Of course not!"
"Whoa! Relax. It's just the whole yoga thing kinda threw me."
"For your information I only started going because I was involved with the instructor."
"So you are."
"NO! Female instructor! Geez!" Bosco slumped in the seat and ran a hand through his hair. "Why does everyone always think I'm gay?" he asked softly. Rylee could hear the frustration in his voice.
"Because you're obviously not."
"Huh?" He swung his head around to look at her.
"You just set yourself up too easily Bosco."
"Excuse me?"
"I don't know about *everyone* else, but it's pretty obvious to me you're straight as an arrow. I mean you're practically drooling over every woman that walks by! So when you set yourself up like you just did it's that much more fun to ruffle your feathers."
"Augh! I'm gonna kill you!"
"No you're not. Cause deep down you're laughing your ass off," she smiled at him.
"No I'm not," he said matter-of-factly.
They sat in silence for a couple minutes. Bosco fuming, and Rylee laughing at him. He turned and shot daggers at her with his eyes.
"Would you relax? I was just messing with you."
"ALL UNITS OF THE 5-5 WE HAVE A 10-59 AT 210 AND JEFFERSON. ASSIST FDNY"
"Great! We get to direct traffic for the bucket boys. Yippee," she said as she waved her index finger in a circular motion.
"Thought you were bored? Just *itchin'* for something to do," teased Bosco.
"I'd rather deal with some dumb ass drunk who fell down in the park than assist them."
"5-5 David 10-4." Bosco flipped on the lights and siren, and Rylee took off. They pulled up to the scene to find the third floor of a small apartment building engulfed in flames. There were people rushing out of the building. Boscorelli and O'Neill hopped out of the car. A frantic woman ran to Rylee screaming about people still inside.
"Where the hell is Fidny?!" screamed Rylee over the noise as she ran toward the burning building.
"Rylee wait!" Bosco called after her. He grabbed his radio. "This is 5-5 David. 10-84. Where is FDNY?!" Bosco saw Rylee enter the building. "RYLEE!" He ran to the entrance, but stopped. He bent over to catch his breath. His heart was racing. His chest was tight. "Oh shit! Not now."
Bosco tried to take a deep breath. Visions of the World Trade Center ran through his mind. He shook his head, and grabbed his chest. "Not now. Not now. Where the hell is the engine?" His mind cleared briefly, and he forced himself to go into the building. He keyed his radio. "RYLEE! WHERE ARE YOU? RYLEE!"
"SECOND FLOOR! LEFT OF THE STAIRS! I'VE GOT TWO VICTIMS!"
He fought back the urge to vomit, and ran up the stairs. His chest was heaving. His eyes wide with fear. When he reached the second floor he stopped, and held onto the banister to steady himself. A wave of dizziness swept over him. He thought his heart was going to explode. He tried to control his breathing, but it hurt. He could hardly get any air into his lungs.
"BOSCO!" His head shot up when he heard her voice. He looked around wildly as he tried to find her. "OVER HERE!" Bosco made his way toward her voice. In his mind he kept seeing the World Trade Center, then he'd see himself being shot, then Shaquana, then Hobart. It kept playing over and over again. He had no idea where he was going.
Finally he found Rylee. She saw the look on his face. "Damn," she thought. "What do I do? How do I get him through this? I started with two victims now I have three."
The ceiling above them was starting to fall as the fire consumed it. Flames dropped all around them starting the second floor on fire as well. Rylee grabbed Bosco's face in her hands. "BOSCO!" He blinked rapidly. She shook him. "We have to carry them down the stairs! NOW! You with me?!" His face was blank. "YOU WITH ME?!"
"I-I c-c-can't," he stammered as he tried to get air into his lungs. The smoke around him wasn't helping his attempt.
"Yes you can! I'll talk you through it! Trust me!"
He was so hot, and so tired. And on top of that he was afraid. What was he doing here in this burning building? Bosco grabbed his chest in pain. Rylee quickly pulled him over to a little girl who was lying on the floor. "Pick her up and get down the stairs! Don't look back!" He didn't know how, but he managed to do what he was told. Rylee pulled the second victim who was much larger into a fireman's carry. She shouted to Bosco. "Go, go, go!"
The fire was behind her on the stairs. They raced down the stairs. Rylee shouting at Bosco the entire time to keep him moving. She was trying to be a link to him. Trying to get into his mind along with the visions so that he might have some idea as to what was going on around him.
When they reached the first floor landing they were met by firefighters. DK took the girl from Bosco, and Doherty and Walsh took the weight from Rylee and headed for the exit. As Boscorelli and O'Neill reached the door there was a loud, hot explosion behind them that sent the two officers down the four front steps and onto the sidewalk.
******
Sorry I just had to be mean and leave this little cliff hanger (
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