Promises 8
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Hey folks. I hope you guys are still reading! I know some of you aren't happy because I split up Bosco and Faith, but you're going to want to read this chapter! I promise, the fans of Bosco and Faith being partners will be happy when this chapter is over! Yes, I'm giving it away…because I want you to read this story :o)
Don't forget to go to www.angelfire.com/ny5/nypdbosco/nomform.html to nominate your favorite TW stories and authors in the FIRST EVER TW FAN FICTION AWARDS!
Oh, a little info for you about some of the "police talk". In my neck of the woods an officer will ask dispatch to "close the main channel" when they are on certain calls. When the main channel is closed only the officers involved with that call can transmit calls over that channel. This way if they are in a critical situation you don't hear some other officer calling in a traffic violation or something. Just a little FYI.
Also, I've tried to pick up the pace of this story to get to the interesting parts :o)
On to the story…oh yeah, I have no medical background and the only characters I own are Rylee O'Neill, Dominique Adams, and Thomas Henderson.
WARNING: I have had a bad couple of days, so I took it out in this story. Some characters will be dropping a few "F-bombs" Sorry if this bad language offends you, but this is a way for me to vent some frustrations.
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TWO WEEKS LATER
Rylee glanced at Bosco with concern on her face as she quickly slapped the handcuffs on the rapist. "Davis. Can you take this asshole back to the house?" She looked back toward Bosco. "We'll be there in a little while to do the paper."
"Sure. No problem." Davis ushered the man to the squad.
O'Neill jogged toward Bosco who was halfway down the alley leaning against the building. He was bent over at the waist, and holding his chest. When Rylee reached him he was hyperventilating.
"Stand up Bos. Come on," she helped push his upper body so that he was in a standing position. "That's it. Easy. Breath in and out. Nice and slow." With one hand she gently massaged his shoulder, and with the other hand she pushed the sweat-drenched hair off his forehead.
"I'm…sorry," he said between gasps for air. "I'm…sorry."
"Shhh. It's OK Bosco," she said soothingly. "Just relax. Take your time."
He closed his eyes, and concentrated on his breathing. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. As soon as Bosco was in control again he opened his eyes, and looked at Rylee. "I'm really sorry," he apologized once more.
"No need for that Bosco. You chased the guy right into me. It worked out perfect." He didn't say anything. "Bosco, you OK?"
"Yeah, it's just…damn. I'd been doing so good. Now I'm right back at square one." He was angry with himself.
"Bosco you're overreacting. So you had a panic attack today. Big deal. It's been over two weeks since the last one, but in the beginning they were happening just about every day right?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Pretty much."
"So things *are* getting better. You aren't at square one." He looked down. Rylee bent down, and looked up at him. "Bosco. Don't do this to yourself," she said firmly. "You've been doing so well with this new therapist, and the techniques she's showed you to help stop these attacks. Don't let one bad day ruin all your hard work."
He looked at his partner and nodded. "I'm OK."
"Alright then. We best get back to the station cause you have paperwork to do."
"Me?! Why me?"
"Cause I don't feel like it, so I've decided it's your turn," she smiled as she walked away.
"Nice try, but I don't think so!"
Rylee parked the RMP, and the two officers headed inside. "I'll meet you in the office. I want to grab something to drink first. You want anything?"
"Water," he replied. Bosco found an unoccupied desk, and started to fill out their report.
"Hey."
He jumped slightly, and looked toward the voice that had startled him. "Hey Faith."
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Yokas walked over and sat on the corner of the desk.
Bosco leaned back in the chair. "No biggie."
"You feeling OK? You don't look so good."
"I'm fine. Bad day."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"What happened?"
Bosco sighed. "Those exercises my therapist gave me…you know, the ones to help me control the visions and stuff." She nodded, remembering back to the day he had shared that information with her. "I lost focus today."
"Did you---"
He nodded.
"You sure you're alright?"
"I'm a little tired, but mostly I'm just pissed off. It happened on a foot pursuit. Rylee and I had this rapist in an alley. I chased him toward her, but then it happened and I wasn't there to help her." He shook his head. "I let her down Faith. I lost concentration, and I wasn't there. What if something had gone wrong?"
"Then Sully and Davis would have helped me out," came Rylee's voice from the doorway. Both Faith and Bosco looked at her. Rylee handed Bosco a bottle of water. "We had backup Bosco, so stop beating yourself up. Quit thinking about the 'what ifs'. They don't matter."
Faith agreed. "She's smart Bos. I'd listen to her if I were you."
"What?! You guys double-teaming me now?"
"If that's what it takes," was Faith's reply as she left the office.
Rylee pulled up a chair next to Bosco. "You done with the report yet?"
He glared at her, and she just chuckled.
*****
THE FOLLOWING NIGHT AFTER WORK
"Hey Sarge. Thanks for meeting me."
"Rylee, call me Faith. So, what is this about?"
"Bosco."
"Bosco? Is everything OK?"
"Yeah, yeah. I guess I just have some questions, and I was hoping you could answer them for me."
"I'll do my best. What's on your mind?"
"Well, we've been working together for about three weeks now, and it's been great…" her voice trailed off.
"But."
"But I guess I'm just kinda curious as to what he was like before."
"You mean before the panic attacks started?"
"Yeah. I don't know how to really explain this. I mean, I feel like I know him pretty well for the amount of time we've known each other, but I also feel like I've gotten to know a different Bosco than everyone else knows. He's been pretty open with me. I've seen a lot of emotion from him, but somehow I just feel like it's not really him." She started to peel the label off her bottle of Pepsi. "Does that make any sense?"
"It makes perfect sense, and in a way you are right. You have gotten to know a different side of Bosco, and it's a side that isn't shared with many people."
"So what's his other side like?"
Faith smiled.
"What?"
"Bosco is a hell of a cop. He doesn't take anything from anyone. He's a stubborn, cocky, loud mouthed son of a bitch," she chuckled. "But he mixes all his rage with a hint of the side you've seen of him, and it makes him one of those guys that only a partner can love. Because as a partner you get to see both sides of him."
"Do you think the old Bosco is going to come back?"
"I do. But if he doesn't, this Bosco isn't that bad is he?"
"No," Rylee smiled. "I was just curious."
******
A FEW DAYS LATER
Rylee entered the locker room, and caught the basketball that Bosco threw her direction. She gave him a questioning look. "You play?" he asked her.
"Spent most of my life in Indiana. Of course I play. Why?"
"Tonight's the Camelot Cup."
"Camelot Cup?" She passed the ball back to him.
"Once a year we play FDNY. Winner gets the traveling trophy and bragging rights."
"It's been six years since we've won," said a grumpy Sully.
"This year is gonna be different," said a confident Bosco.
"Oh yeah. How's that?" asked Sully.
"We've got a youth movement."
"A youth movement. You're kidding. Rylee's the only new member of the precinct. That's hardly a youth movement," chuckled Sully.
"Yeah, but if she plays that's one less slow, fat, old geezer on the court." Bosco looked at Rylee. "So, you in?"
"Oh yeah!"
*****
LATER THAT EVENING
Bosco followed Rylee into her apartment. "Make yourself at home. I'll grab my stuff." She headed into her room.
He walked around her small apartment looking at her things. There were a few family pictures hanging on the wall, and a photo of her graduation from the academy. The bookshelf was lined with books about sports and police work. There was sports memorabilia scattered throughout the room. "I didn't know you were such a sports nut."
She came out of the room with her gym bag. "You never asked."
He looked at her. "OK, favorite teams. Baseball, Football, Basketball, and Hockey."
"Braves. Colts. Mavericks. Wild," she rattled off. "You?"
"Mets. Giants. Knicks. Islanders."
She laughed. "You are *so* from New York." Rylee went to the hall closet and retrieved her basketball.
Bosco went to look at her CD collection. "You've got good taste."
"Glad you approve."
"I love this one."
She walked over to him and grabbed the CD he was looking at. "Yeah. Shake Your Money Maker by The Black Crowes. This one's my favorite. I love the acoustic version of 'She Talks to Angels'."
"I'm more of a 'Hard to Handle' and 'Jealous Again' guy."
"Well, if you're done snooping around my apartment we should get back to work."
*****
AT THE GYM
Bosco and Rylee were the first ones in the gym. After Bosco laced up his sneakers he grabbed his basketball and headed for the court. "Hurry up. I wanna see what you got before Fidny gets here."
"What, you afraid I suck or something?"
"No…well, let's just say when Davis was a rookie I made the mistake of assuming he could play cause he's tall. Not necessarily a good assumption, but he's gotten a lot better." Bosco stood dribbling the ball between his legs. "Hurry up!" He said rather impatiently.
"Geez. Don't have a cow," Rylee strode out to him. "What do you want to see 'coach'?"
Bosco tossed her the ball. "Take a couple shots then show me a little ball handling. Oh, and as soon as someone from Fidny shows up try not to show 'em what you've got."
"You take this pretty serious eh?"
"Hell yeah! You have no idea how much it sucks listening to Doherty brag all year!"
Rylee just shook her head, bounced the ball a couple times and then launched a three pointer from the wing with perfect form. SWISH! Nothing but net. She looked at him with a serious expression. "Is it good when it goes in like that?" she joked.
"Yes! Bucket boys are goin' down!"
The two officers alternated shooting as more members from each department filed into the gym. Every time Rylee made a shot the grin on Bosco's face got wider.
Faith walked into the gym, and Bosco jogged over to her. "Yokas this is unbelievable! We've actually got a shot this year," he said excitedly.
She just smiled at him. "Really why do you think that?"
"Rylee! Look at her. She's awesome!"
Faith looked over at Rylee who continued to warm up. "Well Bosco. You know, in a game she might not be as good. I mean, no one's guarding her now. Maybe she'll choke."
Bosco's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Why you always gotta rain on my parade?"
"Cause that look…it's priceless," she laughed.
Rylee joined them. "You playing sarge?"
"Oh no. I'm just moral support."
"She's my personal cheerleader," kidded Bosco.
"If it isn't the Bobsey twins," came a voice from behind them. They turned around to find Doherty with a smirk on his face. "You know I never realized how much you two look alike. It's frightening."
"We don't look alike," spat Bosco.
"Doherty. Frightening would be if I looked like you," shot back O'Neill.
Carlos approached, and joined in on the banter. "You know, your shorts wouldn't be so long and baggy if you two munchkins would shop in the kiddie department where you belong."
Doherty high-fived him. "Good one Nieto!" They headed toward the bench on the other side of the court. Jimmy pointed at Bosco. "You better watch yourself shrimp man."
"Kiss my ass Doherty." He noticed Rylee smiling. "What?"
"The more they talk trash. The better I play."
"Oh would you two grow up?" groaned Faith.
On the PD's first possession of the game Bosco got the ball to Rylee who faked Kim out of her shoes and nailed a fifteen footer. As Rylee and Bosco jogged down court together he looked at her. "This is gonna be too easy."
It didn't take long for the cops to take a large lead over the fire department. Bosco and Rylee led the way and talked smack the whole game causing play to occasionally get pretty rough. After a while Doherty finally got fed up with seeing Rylee blow by her defender and score, so he decided to guard her himself. On the next play Rylee took him to the hoop and made him look foolish as he tried to block her shot.
Bosco wasted no time. He jogged straight over to Jimmy. "Ouch. Humiliated in front of all your peers. That *can't* be good for the ego."
Jimmy shook his head. "I just got schooled by a girl," he said quietly.
Bosco slapped him on the back and smiled. "That's no girl Doherty. That's my partner."
When the game was over Bosco and Rylee walked outside with Faith. Bosco proudly carrying the Camelot Cup. "Great game you two."
"Thanks."
"It's about time we beat those pinheads," said Bosco.
Faith looked at him. His words made her smile. Tonight he was the 'old Bosco'. "Hey Rylee. You remember the guy you were asking about the other night?"
"Yeah."
"He was there tonight."
Rylee's face broke into a smile.
"Who was there tonight?" asked a confused Bosco.
"Don't worry about it Bos. It's just girl talk," said Faith.
"I hate girl talk," grumbled Bosco.
"Right. Probably because you're a guy," chimed Rylee.
******
THE NEXT DAY
"I'll drive today."
"You what?"
"I got cleared to drive."
"It's about time." She tossed him the keys. "I was getting tired of doing all the work."
"Bite me."
It was a typical day for the partners. They had a few traffic stops, a couple check on welfare of party calls, and of course the normal rousting of scum. In between calls they reminisced about last nights basketball game. With just two hours left in their shift the officers were hoping to lay low and ride out the end of their tour, but of course that wouldn't be the case.
"ALL UNITS OF THE 5-5. MURDER SUSPECT SEEN ENTERING ABANDONDED WAREHOUSE AT 91ST AND WATSON. CONSIDER ARMED AND DANGEROUS."
"Dammit, and I was thinking we might get home early tonight," sighed Rylee. "5-5 David responding. 91st and Watson."
Bosco flipped on the lights and siren, and sped off toward the warehouse. When they arrived at the scene the front of the building was lined with RMPs. They quickly made their way to Sully and Davis.
"What's the situation Sully?" asked Bosco as he took in the scene.
"Our gunman from that subway shooting is in there. We followed him here. He's got at least two guns on him from what we could tell."
"Anybody else in there with him?"
"What O'Neill? You think I have x-ray vision," snapped Sullivan.
"So what's the plan?" asked Bosco.
"We wait," replied Sully.
"Wait?" asked Rylee in disbelief.
"Yes, wait. ESU will be here shortly. They'll clear out the building and we'll take him in."
"We should go in Sullivan. Hell, he may have already found another way out!" exclaimed Rylee.
"I'm the senior officer. It's my call. We wait!"
"That's bull shit!" she fired back.
"Yeah Sully. I'm with Rylee. I say we go get this jag-off."
"No! We wait for ESU! There's no need for you two to go play hero and get yourselves killed. We don't know where he is or if he's even alone."
"Fuck that. I want a piece of this asshole." Rylee ran toward the entrance. Bosco didn't hesitate to follow.
"BOSCORELLI! O'NEILL! GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!" Sully was fuming.
"So do we follow them?" asked Davis calmly.
"I don't know." Sullivan grabbed his radio. "Central we need an ETA on ESU!"
"ONE MINUTE."
Sully turned to Davis. "We wait. No need for ESU to have to deal with four officers in the building." He keyed his radio again. "Central this is 5-5 Charlie. We're gonna need you to close the main channel."
"10-4 55 Charlie."
Rylee and Bosco stood just inside the entrance. "Split up or stay together?" whispered Rylee.
"Stay together. I'd feel really bad if I accidentally shot you," he smiled.
"No shit, so would I."
The two officers slowly made their way further into the dimly lit warehouse. The only light was that which was coming through the windows from the streetlights outside. Even though the warehouse hadn't been used in years there were still stacks of boxes, and old machinery scattered throughout the building making for an abundance of hiding places.
They continued deeper into the building. Heads on a swivel as the suspect could be anywhere; behind them, in front of them; or to one side or the other. Rylee saw movement to the right. She pulled Bosco behind a piece of equipment. Her adrenaline was pumping. "He's over there," she whispered as they crouched down. Bosco nodded. "You go around that way. We'll push him to the back corner."
He nodded quickly as he got up and went to take up his new position. Rylee cautiously continued down the path she and Bosco had started on.
Boscorelli could see the guy from his new position behind a stack of boxes. The suspect was slowly making his way toward the back of the warehouse. Probably looking for a way to escape. Bosco looked over to his left to see if he could spot Rylee. She was about twenty feet ahead; parallel with the suspect. Bosco slowly weaved his way around objects as he closed in on the gunman.
Rylee kept pace with the suspect. She wondered where Bosco was as she stopped briefly to look for him. She took her eye off the guy long enough to spot her partner, but it was also long enough for the gunman to spot her as well. He quickly hid.
Bosco stopped abruptly when he saw the man hide. "Oh shit. He made her. Now what?" he asked himself. "I hope she noticed." He continued forward, and kept an eye on where the man was hiding.
O'Neill turned back to the suspect, but he was gone. "Damn Rylee! What were you thinking?!" her mind screamed at her. If she hadn't looked back to find Bosco she would still have this bastard in sight. "Bosco was exactly where he was supposed to be. I should have known that!" she thought. "Dammit!" Rylee slowly crept forward as she tried to locate the suspect again.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Three shots rang out like rapid fire, and echoed in the warehouse.
Her eyes got wide as she heard the unmistakable sound. A bullet impacted with her vest near her shoulder. She tried to take cover, but was too late. Rylee felt a hot, searing pain rip through her right arm. "Fuckin- a" she swore under her breath as she tightly closed her eyes for a fraction of a second, and grabbed her wound. The pain caused her to stagger far enough to the left that the third bullet whizzed by her. The pain was so intense she dropped to her knees.
Bosco heard the shots. He knew where they came from. He rushed forward toward the suspect who had stepped out of his hiding spot not thinking he would run into another officer so soon. "FREEZE! PUT YOUR WEAPON DOWN!"
He turned toward Bosco with his gun ready to fire. Bosco glared at the man. "DROP IT!" The guy just grinned at him. Bosco wasted no time. He pulled the trigger; hitting the man in the chest. ESU was now in the building, and was approaching the man. The gunman looked at Bosco as he gasped for breath. Bosco met his eyes. "Dumb fuck!" He quickly turned.
"RYLEE?!" Bosco made his way to where he had last seen her. He found her sitting on the floor leaning against a pillar. Her eyes were closed tight with pain, and she was holding her arm. He ran to her. "Rylee!" He grabbed his radio. "Get the medics in here now! Officer down!"
There was so much blood he wasn't sure where exactly she was hit. "Ry, let me see." She wouldn't move her hand. "Come on! Let me see!" He could hear the fear in his own voice. Damn he hated this. "Come on Ry. Let me help you," he slowly pulled her hand away. "Aw, damn it," he cursed softly.
Bosco took his jacket off, and placed it on Rylee's upper arm where there was a hole. He firmly pressed on it. "OWW!" Rylee's eyes shot open. "Shit that hurts!"
"Sorry, but you're bleeding pretty bad. You hit anywhere else?" He didn't think she was, but with all the blood he couldn't tell. God he hated blood.
She weakly raised her left hand to her right shoulder. "Think he got my vest."
Bosco quickly checked her vest. The bullet was embedded in the Kevlar. "Yeah. You're gonna be OK."
"BOSCO! Where are you?" called Doc.
"Come straight down the middle! We're against a pillar!"
Doc and Carlos arrived, and Bosco moved out of the way, but didn't take his eyes off his partner. "Anyone else injured?" questioned Carlos.
"Yeah. Bastard who shot her is over there," he pointed, "but he's probably dead by now."
"Doc you got this?"
"Yeah. There's an exit wound. Looks like a clean shot. Through and through."
"Damn it hurts," hissed Rylee as Doc continued to put pressure on the wound.
"I'll get you something for that in a second. Bosco, can you put pressure on this?"
Bosco quickly moved back to Rylee's side, and put pressure on the wound as Doc pulled out a syringe. "Here Rylee this will help with the pain." Bosco thought he was going to be sick at the sight of the needle. He turned away as Doc injected the contents of the syringe into Rylee.
Carlos rejoined the group. "He's dead."
"Good," came Bosco's icy cold reply. Both paramedics looked at him. "What?! The bastard shot two people today! One of them being my partner. You expect me to cry over the guy?!"
******
Bosco stayed at the hospital as they patched up Rylee. Since the bullet didn't do any damage other than putting a hole in her arm they were going to release her. Bosco was surprised to find out she hadn't really lost all that much blood, so there was no need to worry. They even said she could work the next day if she felt up to it, and knowing Rylee she would.
Dr. Thomas came out of the exam room. "She's all yours."
"Thanks." He entered the room.
She was sitting on the exam table looking a little pale. Her right arm was in a sling. Bosco could see the white bandage on her arm peeking out from under her sleeve. There was also an ice pack secured to her shoulder.
"You OK?"
"Well, they stitched me up like a football, and my collar bone is bruised. Guess it could be worse."
"True," he helped her put on her jacket. "Let's get you outta here."
******
When they reached the precinct Rylee headed for the locker room. Bosco went to check on some paperwork. "Boscorelli!" came Swersky's booming voice from his office.
"Yeah boss."
"O'Neill here?"
"She's in the locker room."
"Tell her to come in here."
"Can it wait Lieu? I mean, she got shot, and she's pretty beat. I was just gonna take her home."
"No it can't wait," Swersky said firmly.
"Yes sir," Bosco hustled to the locker room. "Ry. Swersky wants you in his office…he's pissed."
"Great. Just friggin' terrific."
"I'm sure it's no big thing. He's probably just ornery cause he's had a long night."
"Right." She walked to Swersky's office. "You wanted to see me sir."
"Come in. How's the arm?"
"Throbbing."
"Have a seat." She sat down, and he began pacing in front of her. She watched him nervously. "I know you must be pretty tired, so I'll make this quick." He stopped, and faced her. He crossed his arms. "You're suspended for two weeks."
"What?! How come?!"
"You disobeyed a direct order from a senior officer."
"What are you talking about?"
"Sullivan told you to wait for ESU, and you disobeyed. That's grounds for suspension."
"But Lieu—"
"No buts! You put your life and Boscorelli's life in danger! I can't have you out there playing super cop! You're a loose canon O'Neill!"
"Dammit," she whispered. "What about Bosco?" she asked with concern.
His eyes narrowed. "What about Bosco?"
"You aren't going to suspend him are you? It was me, not him."
"No, he's off the hook because I've been told he followed you, and you're lucky he did!"
"Sir are you sure a suspension is necessary? It won't happen again."
"Two weeks! Unless you want more?!"
"No sir," she shook her head defeated.
"Now get the hell outta my office!"
Rylee was fuming. How could Swersky do this to her? Sure she didn't listen to Sullivan, but Sully was wrong. If they hadn't gone in after this guy he may have gotten away and killed someone else. It was her idea to go in after the guy, and it was her fault she got shot. She knew that, but they got the bastard. That was all that mattered.
"Two weeks. Two whole weeks. Dammit!," she said to herself as she headed back toward the locker room. She was almost to the door when she saw someone she didn't expect to see.
He was leaning against the wall. "Well if it isn't Rylee O'Neill." Rylee tried to ignore him. "So I hear you're up to the same old tricks. Just a different precinct with a different partner."
"Shut up Henderson," she glared at him. Rylee didn't notice that Bosco had come out of the locker room, and was standing in the hall. Nor did she know that Swersky was now in the hallway as well. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Visiting a friend, and it sure as hell isn't you," he laughed. "So how long before you get this partner shot like you got Johnny shot?"
"Shut up."
"Huh Rylee? How long before this Boscorelli guy gets tired of your crap, and getting shot at because you rush into dangerous situations? How long before you drive him to quit long before his time?"
Rylee lunged at him, and hauled off and decked him. She slammed him into the wall. "You son of a bitch! It wasn't my fault!" She hit him again.
"O'NEILL!" bellowed Swersky from where he was standing in the hall.
She slammed Henderson into the wall again. "Stay the hell away from me!"
Bosco rushed up, and pulled Rylee away from Henderson. "Boscorelli! Get her in the locker room, and keep her there! I want a word with her!"
"Ry come on," Bosco tried steering her toward the locker room, but she just stood there glaring at Henderson. "Rylee now!" He roughly maneuvered her into the locker room.
"Let go of me!"
"You gonna calm down?"
"Ow, at least let go of my arm!" She shrugged out of his grasp. She rubbed her injured arm, then looked at her left hand, which she had used to punch Henderson.
"You alright?"
"Fine."
"You've got a hell of a left hook," he laughed. "Glad I wasn't on the receiving end."
"Shut up," she glared at him.
"Who was that creep?"
"Thomas Henderson from the 38th. He was Johnny's partner before I was," she said absently.
"What did he mean about you getting Johnny shot?" Bosco asked quietly.
Her head shot up. "How much did you hear?"
"All of it."
"Forget you heard it! It's not true!"
He put his hands up in defense. "Hey I was just asking."
"Well don't." She sat down on the bench in front of her locker. Swersky would be here any second to chew her out. This was not her night.
The door flew open. "What the hell was that?!"
Rylee looked up to see a furious Swersky coming toward her. "Oh shit," she thought. She looked down at the floor. Bosco stood quietly by his locker.
"We are now adding *mandatory* anger management classes to go along with your two week suspension."
She looked up. "Come on Lieu."
He put his hand up. "If you still want to be a cop I wouldn't push it. You've been here what three weeks? And that's TWICE I've seen you assaulting another cop in the hallway of this station house!"
"Lieu—"
"Not a word! You're lucky I'm not canning your ass!" He started to leave the locker room then turned to Bosco who stood up straighter when Lieu looked at him. "Boscorelli. I just got off the phone with Yokas. She's agreed to work patrol with you."
Swersky left the locker room.
Bosco and Rylee looked at each other. "Well, you get to work with Faith again. At least this works out for one of us," was Rylee's comment before she headed out the door.
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Hey folks. I hope you guys are still reading! I know some of you aren't happy because I split up Bosco and Faith, but you're going to want to read this chapter! I promise, the fans of Bosco and Faith being partners will be happy when this chapter is over! Yes, I'm giving it away…because I want you to read this story :o)
Don't forget to go to www.angelfire.com/ny5/nypdbosco/nomform.html to nominate your favorite TW stories and authors in the FIRST EVER TW FAN FICTION AWARDS!
Oh, a little info for you about some of the "police talk". In my neck of the woods an officer will ask dispatch to "close the main channel" when they are on certain calls. When the main channel is closed only the officers involved with that call can transmit calls over that channel. This way if they are in a critical situation you don't hear some other officer calling in a traffic violation or something. Just a little FYI.
Also, I've tried to pick up the pace of this story to get to the interesting parts :o)
On to the story…oh yeah, I have no medical background and the only characters I own are Rylee O'Neill, Dominique Adams, and Thomas Henderson.
WARNING: I have had a bad couple of days, so I took it out in this story. Some characters will be dropping a few "F-bombs" Sorry if this bad language offends you, but this is a way for me to vent some frustrations.
*****
TWO WEEKS LATER
Rylee glanced at Bosco with concern on her face as she quickly slapped the handcuffs on the rapist. "Davis. Can you take this asshole back to the house?" She looked back toward Bosco. "We'll be there in a little while to do the paper."
"Sure. No problem." Davis ushered the man to the squad.
O'Neill jogged toward Bosco who was halfway down the alley leaning against the building. He was bent over at the waist, and holding his chest. When Rylee reached him he was hyperventilating.
"Stand up Bos. Come on," she helped push his upper body so that he was in a standing position. "That's it. Easy. Breath in and out. Nice and slow." With one hand she gently massaged his shoulder, and with the other hand she pushed the sweat-drenched hair off his forehead.
"I'm…sorry," he said between gasps for air. "I'm…sorry."
"Shhh. It's OK Bosco," she said soothingly. "Just relax. Take your time."
He closed his eyes, and concentrated on his breathing. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. As soon as Bosco was in control again he opened his eyes, and looked at Rylee. "I'm really sorry," he apologized once more.
"No need for that Bosco. You chased the guy right into me. It worked out perfect." He didn't say anything. "Bosco, you OK?"
"Yeah, it's just…damn. I'd been doing so good. Now I'm right back at square one." He was angry with himself.
"Bosco you're overreacting. So you had a panic attack today. Big deal. It's been over two weeks since the last one, but in the beginning they were happening just about every day right?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "Pretty much."
"So things *are* getting better. You aren't at square one." He looked down. Rylee bent down, and looked up at him. "Bosco. Don't do this to yourself," she said firmly. "You've been doing so well with this new therapist, and the techniques she's showed you to help stop these attacks. Don't let one bad day ruin all your hard work."
He looked at his partner and nodded. "I'm OK."
"Alright then. We best get back to the station cause you have paperwork to do."
"Me?! Why me?"
"Cause I don't feel like it, so I've decided it's your turn," she smiled as she walked away.
"Nice try, but I don't think so!"
Rylee parked the RMP, and the two officers headed inside. "I'll meet you in the office. I want to grab something to drink first. You want anything?"
"Water," he replied. Bosco found an unoccupied desk, and started to fill out their report.
"Hey."
He jumped slightly, and looked toward the voice that had startled him. "Hey Faith."
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." Yokas walked over and sat on the corner of the desk.
Bosco leaned back in the chair. "No biggie."
"You feeling OK? You don't look so good."
"I'm fine. Bad day."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"What happened?"
Bosco sighed. "Those exercises my therapist gave me…you know, the ones to help me control the visions and stuff." She nodded, remembering back to the day he had shared that information with her. "I lost focus today."
"Did you---"
He nodded.
"You sure you're alright?"
"I'm a little tired, but mostly I'm just pissed off. It happened on a foot pursuit. Rylee and I had this rapist in an alley. I chased him toward her, but then it happened and I wasn't there to help her." He shook his head. "I let her down Faith. I lost concentration, and I wasn't there. What if something had gone wrong?"
"Then Sully and Davis would have helped me out," came Rylee's voice from the doorway. Both Faith and Bosco looked at her. Rylee handed Bosco a bottle of water. "We had backup Bosco, so stop beating yourself up. Quit thinking about the 'what ifs'. They don't matter."
Faith agreed. "She's smart Bos. I'd listen to her if I were you."
"What?! You guys double-teaming me now?"
"If that's what it takes," was Faith's reply as she left the office.
Rylee pulled up a chair next to Bosco. "You done with the report yet?"
He glared at her, and she just chuckled.
*****
THE FOLLOWING NIGHT AFTER WORK
"Hey Sarge. Thanks for meeting me."
"Rylee, call me Faith. So, what is this about?"
"Bosco."
"Bosco? Is everything OK?"
"Yeah, yeah. I guess I just have some questions, and I was hoping you could answer them for me."
"I'll do my best. What's on your mind?"
"Well, we've been working together for about three weeks now, and it's been great…" her voice trailed off.
"But."
"But I guess I'm just kinda curious as to what he was like before."
"You mean before the panic attacks started?"
"Yeah. I don't know how to really explain this. I mean, I feel like I know him pretty well for the amount of time we've known each other, but I also feel like I've gotten to know a different Bosco than everyone else knows. He's been pretty open with me. I've seen a lot of emotion from him, but somehow I just feel like it's not really him." She started to peel the label off her bottle of Pepsi. "Does that make any sense?"
"It makes perfect sense, and in a way you are right. You have gotten to know a different side of Bosco, and it's a side that isn't shared with many people."
"So what's his other side like?"
Faith smiled.
"What?"
"Bosco is a hell of a cop. He doesn't take anything from anyone. He's a stubborn, cocky, loud mouthed son of a bitch," she chuckled. "But he mixes all his rage with a hint of the side you've seen of him, and it makes him one of those guys that only a partner can love. Because as a partner you get to see both sides of him."
"Do you think the old Bosco is going to come back?"
"I do. But if he doesn't, this Bosco isn't that bad is he?"
"No," Rylee smiled. "I was just curious."
******
A FEW DAYS LATER
Rylee entered the locker room, and caught the basketball that Bosco threw her direction. She gave him a questioning look. "You play?" he asked her.
"Spent most of my life in Indiana. Of course I play. Why?"
"Tonight's the Camelot Cup."
"Camelot Cup?" She passed the ball back to him.
"Once a year we play FDNY. Winner gets the traveling trophy and bragging rights."
"It's been six years since we've won," said a grumpy Sully.
"This year is gonna be different," said a confident Bosco.
"Oh yeah. How's that?" asked Sully.
"We've got a youth movement."
"A youth movement. You're kidding. Rylee's the only new member of the precinct. That's hardly a youth movement," chuckled Sully.
"Yeah, but if she plays that's one less slow, fat, old geezer on the court." Bosco looked at Rylee. "So, you in?"
"Oh yeah!"
*****
LATER THAT EVENING
Bosco followed Rylee into her apartment. "Make yourself at home. I'll grab my stuff." She headed into her room.
He walked around her small apartment looking at her things. There were a few family pictures hanging on the wall, and a photo of her graduation from the academy. The bookshelf was lined with books about sports and police work. There was sports memorabilia scattered throughout the room. "I didn't know you were such a sports nut."
She came out of the room with her gym bag. "You never asked."
He looked at her. "OK, favorite teams. Baseball, Football, Basketball, and Hockey."
"Braves. Colts. Mavericks. Wild," she rattled off. "You?"
"Mets. Giants. Knicks. Islanders."
She laughed. "You are *so* from New York." Rylee went to the hall closet and retrieved her basketball.
Bosco went to look at her CD collection. "You've got good taste."
"Glad you approve."
"I love this one."
She walked over to him and grabbed the CD he was looking at. "Yeah. Shake Your Money Maker by The Black Crowes. This one's my favorite. I love the acoustic version of 'She Talks to Angels'."
"I'm more of a 'Hard to Handle' and 'Jealous Again' guy."
"Well, if you're done snooping around my apartment we should get back to work."
*****
AT THE GYM
Bosco and Rylee were the first ones in the gym. After Bosco laced up his sneakers he grabbed his basketball and headed for the court. "Hurry up. I wanna see what you got before Fidny gets here."
"What, you afraid I suck or something?"
"No…well, let's just say when Davis was a rookie I made the mistake of assuming he could play cause he's tall. Not necessarily a good assumption, but he's gotten a lot better." Bosco stood dribbling the ball between his legs. "Hurry up!" He said rather impatiently.
"Geez. Don't have a cow," Rylee strode out to him. "What do you want to see 'coach'?"
Bosco tossed her the ball. "Take a couple shots then show me a little ball handling. Oh, and as soon as someone from Fidny shows up try not to show 'em what you've got."
"You take this pretty serious eh?"
"Hell yeah! You have no idea how much it sucks listening to Doherty brag all year!"
Rylee just shook her head, bounced the ball a couple times and then launched a three pointer from the wing with perfect form. SWISH! Nothing but net. She looked at him with a serious expression. "Is it good when it goes in like that?" she joked.
"Yes! Bucket boys are goin' down!"
The two officers alternated shooting as more members from each department filed into the gym. Every time Rylee made a shot the grin on Bosco's face got wider.
Faith walked into the gym, and Bosco jogged over to her. "Yokas this is unbelievable! We've actually got a shot this year," he said excitedly.
She just smiled at him. "Really why do you think that?"
"Rylee! Look at her. She's awesome!"
Faith looked over at Rylee who continued to warm up. "Well Bosco. You know, in a game she might not be as good. I mean, no one's guarding her now. Maybe she'll choke."
Bosco's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Why you always gotta rain on my parade?"
"Cause that look…it's priceless," she laughed.
Rylee joined them. "You playing sarge?"
"Oh no. I'm just moral support."
"She's my personal cheerleader," kidded Bosco.
"If it isn't the Bobsey twins," came a voice from behind them. They turned around to find Doherty with a smirk on his face. "You know I never realized how much you two look alike. It's frightening."
"We don't look alike," spat Bosco.
"Doherty. Frightening would be if I looked like you," shot back O'Neill.
Carlos approached, and joined in on the banter. "You know, your shorts wouldn't be so long and baggy if you two munchkins would shop in the kiddie department where you belong."
Doherty high-fived him. "Good one Nieto!" They headed toward the bench on the other side of the court. Jimmy pointed at Bosco. "You better watch yourself shrimp man."
"Kiss my ass Doherty." He noticed Rylee smiling. "What?"
"The more they talk trash. The better I play."
"Oh would you two grow up?" groaned Faith.
On the PD's first possession of the game Bosco got the ball to Rylee who faked Kim out of her shoes and nailed a fifteen footer. As Rylee and Bosco jogged down court together he looked at her. "This is gonna be too easy."
It didn't take long for the cops to take a large lead over the fire department. Bosco and Rylee led the way and talked smack the whole game causing play to occasionally get pretty rough. After a while Doherty finally got fed up with seeing Rylee blow by her defender and score, so he decided to guard her himself. On the next play Rylee took him to the hoop and made him look foolish as he tried to block her shot.
Bosco wasted no time. He jogged straight over to Jimmy. "Ouch. Humiliated in front of all your peers. That *can't* be good for the ego."
Jimmy shook his head. "I just got schooled by a girl," he said quietly.
Bosco slapped him on the back and smiled. "That's no girl Doherty. That's my partner."
When the game was over Bosco and Rylee walked outside with Faith. Bosco proudly carrying the Camelot Cup. "Great game you two."
"Thanks."
"It's about time we beat those pinheads," said Bosco.
Faith looked at him. His words made her smile. Tonight he was the 'old Bosco'. "Hey Rylee. You remember the guy you were asking about the other night?"
"Yeah."
"He was there tonight."
Rylee's face broke into a smile.
"Who was there tonight?" asked a confused Bosco.
"Don't worry about it Bos. It's just girl talk," said Faith.
"I hate girl talk," grumbled Bosco.
"Right. Probably because you're a guy," chimed Rylee.
******
THE NEXT DAY
"I'll drive today."
"You what?"
"I got cleared to drive."
"It's about time." She tossed him the keys. "I was getting tired of doing all the work."
"Bite me."
It was a typical day for the partners. They had a few traffic stops, a couple check on welfare of party calls, and of course the normal rousting of scum. In between calls they reminisced about last nights basketball game. With just two hours left in their shift the officers were hoping to lay low and ride out the end of their tour, but of course that wouldn't be the case.
"ALL UNITS OF THE 5-5. MURDER SUSPECT SEEN ENTERING ABANDONDED WAREHOUSE AT 91ST AND WATSON. CONSIDER ARMED AND DANGEROUS."
"Dammit, and I was thinking we might get home early tonight," sighed Rylee. "5-5 David responding. 91st and Watson."
Bosco flipped on the lights and siren, and sped off toward the warehouse. When they arrived at the scene the front of the building was lined with RMPs. They quickly made their way to Sully and Davis.
"What's the situation Sully?" asked Bosco as he took in the scene.
"Our gunman from that subway shooting is in there. We followed him here. He's got at least two guns on him from what we could tell."
"Anybody else in there with him?"
"What O'Neill? You think I have x-ray vision," snapped Sullivan.
"So what's the plan?" asked Bosco.
"We wait," replied Sully.
"Wait?" asked Rylee in disbelief.
"Yes, wait. ESU will be here shortly. They'll clear out the building and we'll take him in."
"We should go in Sullivan. Hell, he may have already found another way out!" exclaimed Rylee.
"I'm the senior officer. It's my call. We wait!"
"That's bull shit!" she fired back.
"Yeah Sully. I'm with Rylee. I say we go get this jag-off."
"No! We wait for ESU! There's no need for you two to go play hero and get yourselves killed. We don't know where he is or if he's even alone."
"Fuck that. I want a piece of this asshole." Rylee ran toward the entrance. Bosco didn't hesitate to follow.
"BOSCORELLI! O'NEILL! GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!" Sully was fuming.
"So do we follow them?" asked Davis calmly.
"I don't know." Sullivan grabbed his radio. "Central we need an ETA on ESU!"
"ONE MINUTE."
Sully turned to Davis. "We wait. No need for ESU to have to deal with four officers in the building." He keyed his radio again. "Central this is 5-5 Charlie. We're gonna need you to close the main channel."
"10-4 55 Charlie."
Rylee and Bosco stood just inside the entrance. "Split up or stay together?" whispered Rylee.
"Stay together. I'd feel really bad if I accidentally shot you," he smiled.
"No shit, so would I."
The two officers slowly made their way further into the dimly lit warehouse. The only light was that which was coming through the windows from the streetlights outside. Even though the warehouse hadn't been used in years there were still stacks of boxes, and old machinery scattered throughout the building making for an abundance of hiding places.
They continued deeper into the building. Heads on a swivel as the suspect could be anywhere; behind them, in front of them; or to one side or the other. Rylee saw movement to the right. She pulled Bosco behind a piece of equipment. Her adrenaline was pumping. "He's over there," she whispered as they crouched down. Bosco nodded. "You go around that way. We'll push him to the back corner."
He nodded quickly as he got up and went to take up his new position. Rylee cautiously continued down the path she and Bosco had started on.
Boscorelli could see the guy from his new position behind a stack of boxes. The suspect was slowly making his way toward the back of the warehouse. Probably looking for a way to escape. Bosco looked over to his left to see if he could spot Rylee. She was about twenty feet ahead; parallel with the suspect. Bosco slowly weaved his way around objects as he closed in on the gunman.
Rylee kept pace with the suspect. She wondered where Bosco was as she stopped briefly to look for him. She took her eye off the guy long enough to spot her partner, but it was also long enough for the gunman to spot her as well. He quickly hid.
Bosco stopped abruptly when he saw the man hide. "Oh shit. He made her. Now what?" he asked himself. "I hope she noticed." He continued forward, and kept an eye on where the man was hiding.
O'Neill turned back to the suspect, but he was gone. "Damn Rylee! What were you thinking?!" her mind screamed at her. If she hadn't looked back to find Bosco she would still have this bastard in sight. "Bosco was exactly where he was supposed to be. I should have known that!" she thought. "Dammit!" Rylee slowly crept forward as she tried to locate the suspect again.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Three shots rang out like rapid fire, and echoed in the warehouse.
Her eyes got wide as she heard the unmistakable sound. A bullet impacted with her vest near her shoulder. She tried to take cover, but was too late. Rylee felt a hot, searing pain rip through her right arm. "Fuckin- a" she swore under her breath as she tightly closed her eyes for a fraction of a second, and grabbed her wound. The pain caused her to stagger far enough to the left that the third bullet whizzed by her. The pain was so intense she dropped to her knees.
Bosco heard the shots. He knew where they came from. He rushed forward toward the suspect who had stepped out of his hiding spot not thinking he would run into another officer so soon. "FREEZE! PUT YOUR WEAPON DOWN!"
He turned toward Bosco with his gun ready to fire. Bosco glared at the man. "DROP IT!" The guy just grinned at him. Bosco wasted no time. He pulled the trigger; hitting the man in the chest. ESU was now in the building, and was approaching the man. The gunman looked at Bosco as he gasped for breath. Bosco met his eyes. "Dumb fuck!" He quickly turned.
"RYLEE?!" Bosco made his way to where he had last seen her. He found her sitting on the floor leaning against a pillar. Her eyes were closed tight with pain, and she was holding her arm. He ran to her. "Rylee!" He grabbed his radio. "Get the medics in here now! Officer down!"
There was so much blood he wasn't sure where exactly she was hit. "Ry, let me see." She wouldn't move her hand. "Come on! Let me see!" He could hear the fear in his own voice. Damn he hated this. "Come on Ry. Let me help you," he slowly pulled her hand away. "Aw, damn it," he cursed softly.
Bosco took his jacket off, and placed it on Rylee's upper arm where there was a hole. He firmly pressed on it. "OWW!" Rylee's eyes shot open. "Shit that hurts!"
"Sorry, but you're bleeding pretty bad. You hit anywhere else?" He didn't think she was, but with all the blood he couldn't tell. God he hated blood.
She weakly raised her left hand to her right shoulder. "Think he got my vest."
Bosco quickly checked her vest. The bullet was embedded in the Kevlar. "Yeah. You're gonna be OK."
"BOSCO! Where are you?" called Doc.
"Come straight down the middle! We're against a pillar!"
Doc and Carlos arrived, and Bosco moved out of the way, but didn't take his eyes off his partner. "Anyone else injured?" questioned Carlos.
"Yeah. Bastard who shot her is over there," he pointed, "but he's probably dead by now."
"Doc you got this?"
"Yeah. There's an exit wound. Looks like a clean shot. Through and through."
"Damn it hurts," hissed Rylee as Doc continued to put pressure on the wound.
"I'll get you something for that in a second. Bosco, can you put pressure on this?"
Bosco quickly moved back to Rylee's side, and put pressure on the wound as Doc pulled out a syringe. "Here Rylee this will help with the pain." Bosco thought he was going to be sick at the sight of the needle. He turned away as Doc injected the contents of the syringe into Rylee.
Carlos rejoined the group. "He's dead."
"Good," came Bosco's icy cold reply. Both paramedics looked at him. "What?! The bastard shot two people today! One of them being my partner. You expect me to cry over the guy?!"
******
Bosco stayed at the hospital as they patched up Rylee. Since the bullet didn't do any damage other than putting a hole in her arm they were going to release her. Bosco was surprised to find out she hadn't really lost all that much blood, so there was no need to worry. They even said she could work the next day if she felt up to it, and knowing Rylee she would.
Dr. Thomas came out of the exam room. "She's all yours."
"Thanks." He entered the room.
She was sitting on the exam table looking a little pale. Her right arm was in a sling. Bosco could see the white bandage on her arm peeking out from under her sleeve. There was also an ice pack secured to her shoulder.
"You OK?"
"Well, they stitched me up like a football, and my collar bone is bruised. Guess it could be worse."
"True," he helped her put on her jacket. "Let's get you outta here."
******
When they reached the precinct Rylee headed for the locker room. Bosco went to check on some paperwork. "Boscorelli!" came Swersky's booming voice from his office.
"Yeah boss."
"O'Neill here?"
"She's in the locker room."
"Tell her to come in here."
"Can it wait Lieu? I mean, she got shot, and she's pretty beat. I was just gonna take her home."
"No it can't wait," Swersky said firmly.
"Yes sir," Bosco hustled to the locker room. "Ry. Swersky wants you in his office…he's pissed."
"Great. Just friggin' terrific."
"I'm sure it's no big thing. He's probably just ornery cause he's had a long night."
"Right." She walked to Swersky's office. "You wanted to see me sir."
"Come in. How's the arm?"
"Throbbing."
"Have a seat." She sat down, and he began pacing in front of her. She watched him nervously. "I know you must be pretty tired, so I'll make this quick." He stopped, and faced her. He crossed his arms. "You're suspended for two weeks."
"What?! How come?!"
"You disobeyed a direct order from a senior officer."
"What are you talking about?"
"Sullivan told you to wait for ESU, and you disobeyed. That's grounds for suspension."
"But Lieu—"
"No buts! You put your life and Boscorelli's life in danger! I can't have you out there playing super cop! You're a loose canon O'Neill!"
"Dammit," she whispered. "What about Bosco?" she asked with concern.
His eyes narrowed. "What about Bosco?"
"You aren't going to suspend him are you? It was me, not him."
"No, he's off the hook because I've been told he followed you, and you're lucky he did!"
"Sir are you sure a suspension is necessary? It won't happen again."
"Two weeks! Unless you want more?!"
"No sir," she shook her head defeated.
"Now get the hell outta my office!"
Rylee was fuming. How could Swersky do this to her? Sure she didn't listen to Sullivan, but Sully was wrong. If they hadn't gone in after this guy he may have gotten away and killed someone else. It was her idea to go in after the guy, and it was her fault she got shot. She knew that, but they got the bastard. That was all that mattered.
"Two weeks. Two whole weeks. Dammit!," she said to herself as she headed back toward the locker room. She was almost to the door when she saw someone she didn't expect to see.
He was leaning against the wall. "Well if it isn't Rylee O'Neill." Rylee tried to ignore him. "So I hear you're up to the same old tricks. Just a different precinct with a different partner."
"Shut up Henderson," she glared at him. Rylee didn't notice that Bosco had come out of the locker room, and was standing in the hall. Nor did she know that Swersky was now in the hallway as well. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Visiting a friend, and it sure as hell isn't you," he laughed. "So how long before you get this partner shot like you got Johnny shot?"
"Shut up."
"Huh Rylee? How long before this Boscorelli guy gets tired of your crap, and getting shot at because you rush into dangerous situations? How long before you drive him to quit long before his time?"
Rylee lunged at him, and hauled off and decked him. She slammed him into the wall. "You son of a bitch! It wasn't my fault!" She hit him again.
"O'NEILL!" bellowed Swersky from where he was standing in the hall.
She slammed Henderson into the wall again. "Stay the hell away from me!"
Bosco rushed up, and pulled Rylee away from Henderson. "Boscorelli! Get her in the locker room, and keep her there! I want a word with her!"
"Ry come on," Bosco tried steering her toward the locker room, but she just stood there glaring at Henderson. "Rylee now!" He roughly maneuvered her into the locker room.
"Let go of me!"
"You gonna calm down?"
"Ow, at least let go of my arm!" She shrugged out of his grasp. She rubbed her injured arm, then looked at her left hand, which she had used to punch Henderson.
"You alright?"
"Fine."
"You've got a hell of a left hook," he laughed. "Glad I wasn't on the receiving end."
"Shut up," she glared at him.
"Who was that creep?"
"Thomas Henderson from the 38th. He was Johnny's partner before I was," she said absently.
"What did he mean about you getting Johnny shot?" Bosco asked quietly.
Her head shot up. "How much did you hear?"
"All of it."
"Forget you heard it! It's not true!"
He put his hands up in defense. "Hey I was just asking."
"Well don't." She sat down on the bench in front of her locker. Swersky would be here any second to chew her out. This was not her night.
The door flew open. "What the hell was that?!"
Rylee looked up to see a furious Swersky coming toward her. "Oh shit," she thought. She looked down at the floor. Bosco stood quietly by his locker.
"We are now adding *mandatory* anger management classes to go along with your two week suspension."
She looked up. "Come on Lieu."
He put his hand up. "If you still want to be a cop I wouldn't push it. You've been here what three weeks? And that's TWICE I've seen you assaulting another cop in the hallway of this station house!"
"Lieu—"
"Not a word! You're lucky I'm not canning your ass!" He started to leave the locker room then turned to Bosco who stood up straighter when Lieu looked at him. "Boscorelli. I just got off the phone with Yokas. She's agreed to work patrol with you."
Swersky left the locker room.
Bosco and Rylee looked at each other. "Well, you get to work with Faith again. At least this works out for one of us," was Rylee's comment before she headed out the door.