Promises
Part 13
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Remember I don't own the TW characters, but I do own Rylee, Johnny, Trevor
and Dominique!
Hope you enjoy this chapter! Please review! OH, and remember this is fiction.so in my land of fiction New York City isn't as big as it is in real life! LOL! ******
Bosco stood there in shock. He looked from Rylee to Trevor back to Rylee and back to Trevor. Faith thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head. She quickly elbowed him to bring him back to reality. He just glared at her as he rubbed his arm. Faith put her hand out. "Nice to meet you Trevor. Just ignore Bosco. He's a little cranky tonight."
Rylee watched Bosco as he looked one more time from Trevor to her. He looked directly at her. "Bosco let me explain." He turned and walked away.
Faith looked at Rylee. "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into him."
"It's not your fault. I figured he might react this way. I just wish he would have let me explain." ***** Faith went outside and found Bosco pacing on the sidewalk next to the car. "Bosco. Why'd you leave like that?"
He stopped abruptly. "Can you believe that?!"
"What?"
"She's got a kid!"
"Whoa! Hold on Bosco. You don't know that."
"No?! Then who's Trevor?!"
"I don't know, but he looks too old to be her kid. Unless she had him when she was like fifteen or something."
"Who knows maybe she did! Obviously she didn't think it was important enough to tell me!"
"Bosco she doesn't have to tell you everything about her life!"
"Yeah, but that kid," he shook his head. "That kid's the reason I lost another partner."
"You don't know that for sure."
"Come on Faith! You can't tell me you didn't see all the boxes! The stuff she was unpacking. The kid's moving in with her!"
"Bosco you need to calm down, and remember, the world doesn't revolve around you!"
"I know that!"
"Then quit acting so selfish! Quit thinking about how all this is affecting *you*! I'm willing to bet it's affecting them a hell of a lot more!"
He looked at her. Then studied the ground. "I just didn't want to lose her too."
"I know," Faith said softly. "But you won't lose her completely unless you keep acting like a jerk." ***** The rest of their shift was pretty uneventful. Faith and Bosco walked out of the precinct together. "You OK Bosco?" He nodded wordlessly. "You want to go for a drink or something?"
"Sure, why not." They walked toward his car. Rylee approached them.
"Bosco. Can I talk to you?" asked Rylee.
He looked at Faith who nodded her encouragement. "Yeah. OK."
"Lets go for a walk. Faith I'd like for you to come along if you don't mind." The three of them walked down the street together. "First off I need to clear something up because I think you got the wrong impression earlier. Trevor is my little brother."
Bosco grinned sheepishly and looked at Faith. "Oops," he said quietly.
"Our parents died a little over two year ago, so Trevor has been living with our Aunt Rita. Well, as you know Rita passed away, and I'm the only one left to take care of him."
"So is that why you resigned?" asked Faith.
"Yeah. I couldn't see working the hours that I do and taking the risks that I take when I know there's someone counting on me to come home safely every night. And being a cop I can't guarantee Trevor that nothing is going to happen to me."
"You've thought about this a lot then?" Bosco questioned. "There's no changing your mind?"
"Well I didn't think I would change my mind, but Trevor's a bright kid and we had a long talk tonight. We made some decisions, so tomorrow I'm going to go beg Lieu for my job back."
Faith and Bosco looked at each other. "I don't think that'll be a problem cause I know for a fact that Swersky hasn't accepted your resignation," Bosco informed her.
The trio continued walking. There was a lull in the conversation until Faith spoke. "So how old is Trevor?"
"He'll turn fifteen in September. So now we just need to figure out how we're going to swing this with me going back to work."
"Rylee, where are we going?" asked Bosco as they started walking through a rundown neighborhood.
"Just a few more blocks." They walked the rest of the way in silence. Rylee walked slightly ahead of them, and sat down on a picnic table.
Faith looked around. "What are we doing here?"
Rylee looked at Bosco. "Do you remember this place Reese?" He just stared at her.
"Did you just call him Reese?" Faith chuckled with amusement, but the smile left when she saw the serious looks on their faces.
"You remember how we first met over there?" she asked as she pointed to the cement tube in the corner of the lot. "Remember how I beat you up?"
"This isn't funny Rylee!" Bosco snapped at her.
"I'm not trying to be funny. I'm trying to explain."
"But, but how do you know? I never told you where this place was. I never told you how I met her!"
"Reese. It's me. That's how I know."
"No. No. You can't be." He shook his head furiously. Bosco looked at her with hope in his eyes. "Dom?" Rylee nodded. "NO!" Bosco turned his back to her. "I don't believe you!"
Faith just stood there with her mouth agape. She had no clue what was going on, but she wasn't about to ask.
"Reese-"
Bosco spun back around. "Stop calling me that! You're not her! You can't be!"
"But I am," Rylee said softly.
He took a deep breath. "I would have known. I would have recognized you."
"It's been twenty two years. We've both changed. We've grown up."
"But how? You don't even have the same name. Why should I believe you?"
Rylee reached into her pocket and pulled out a picture. She handed it to him. "Where'd you get this?!" He asked as he looked at the picture. It was the same photo he had in his junk drawer at home, except this one wasn't wrinkled like his.
"You gave it to me. Remember? Read the back."
Bosco turned the picture over and recognized his handwriting, which hadn't changed much in twenty-two years. "To my best friend Dom. From Reese." He looked back at Rylee. "Is this for real? It's really you?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"But this doesn't make any sense. How'd you go from Dominique Adams to Rylee O'Neill? How'd you just drop off the face of the earth? Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you try to find me before?" He had so many questions for her.
"It's a long story, but I'm finally ready to share it with you."
Faith spoke up. "OK can someone please tell me what's going on? And why I'm here."
Rylee smiled. "You may want to sit down." Both Faith and Bosco sat on the picnic table across from Rylee. "Well Sarge. I'll give you the short version to catch you up. Bosco and I used to live about ten blocks from each other. We met here when we were eight. Both our fathers were abusive. We used to come here to get away from it."
Bosco had a far off look in his eyes. "Then my parents got divorced and we moved. I never saw her again. Never knew what happened to her."
Faith nodded. "And I'm here because?"
"Because I was nervous about telling him, and wanted someone he trusts to be here with him. I figured this was going to be a pretty big blow."
"You can say that again," said Bosco. He looked at Rylee. "So what happened after I moved?"
"Well, things were OK for awhile, but then my dad started up again. Worse than before. I used to come here and pray that you were here waiting for me." Rylee looked down at the picnic table. "A few months later my dad got drunk and he beat my mom to death." She took a deep breath. "I saw the whole thing. Then my dad looked up and saw me. I was terrified. I thought I was next, but for some reason I didn't run. I just stood there looking at him. Then he got this look in his eyes. Almost like he realized what he had been doing to us all those years. Next thing I know he pulled out a gun." Faith and Bosco could see the hate in her eyes as the light from the street illuminated her face in the darkness. She forced a chuckle. "I didn't even know he owned a gun. If I had I probably would have shot the bastard long before then, but there I was, ten years old, my mom dead on the floor by my father's hands and then he shot himself."
Bosco reached across the table and put his hand on top of Rylee's. "I'm sorry Ry. I'm really sorry." Her story had made him angry, but had also brought tears to his eyes. All these years he kept thinking what a rotten life he had, but now he knew it was nothing compared to what Rylee had been through.
"How awful," gasped Faith.
Rylee shook her head. "It was kind of a blessing in disguise. I went into foster care and was adopted by the O'Neills. They were two of the most loving people God ever created. They were told they couldn't have kids and they picked me. Can you believe it? I was ten and had been to hell and back. I bottled everything up. I didn't talk to anyone about anything. I didn't think anyone could love me, but they wanted me." She paused. "The O'Neills gave me a clean slate. As soon as it was cleared by the state we moved to Indiana so we could all start our lives as a family. When I was seventeen Trevor was born. Another one of God's miracles."
"I searched the New York databases a few times to see if I could figure out what happened to you and your folks. As far as the system was concerned there never was a Dominique Adams."
"Yeah. The O'Neills came from money and he worked in the records department. He was basically able to pool his resources and found a way to have my name removed from pretty much everything. He wanted me to be able to forget my past. Not that I could ever forget what happened, but he wanted to erase what he could. I don't know how he did it, but he did and I guess I don't want to know how he did it."
"So, what happened to them? If you don't mind my asking?" questioned Faith.
"I was working with the 38th and got a call one night. My family had gone out of town and was on their way home when they were hit by a drunk driver. Trevor was asleep in the backseat. He didn't have a scratch on him, but our parents were killed on impact."
Faith and Bosco didn't know what to say. Her story, her life was so complicated and sad. "Trevor moved in with Rita after that. We've both seen our share of family deaths."
Bosco looked at her. "So is that why you don't drink?" She nodded. "Why'd you move back to the City? I mean why'd you leave Indiana in the first place?"
She grinned. "I always knew that I wanted to be a cop, and that I wanted to come back to New York because I felt this need to look out for the women and kids in our old neighborhood. No one seemed to be looking out for us when we were kids, and I wanted to make sure there was a cop or someone who cared. Plus, it sounds crazy, but after I got out of the academy I had a dream that you were still here somewhere. And that promise we made when you left. I always intended to keep it."
"Then where were you that night?" he asked, the hurt evident in his voice.
"Johnny and I were chasing a suspect that evening and I tripped and fell down a flight of stairs. Broke my arm pretty bad. They had to put me under to set it. When I woke up I kept telling the nurses that I had to go because I had to meet a friend at the playground. They all thought I was nuts! Johnny was the only one who would listen to me and he finally talked them into letting me go, but by the time we got here it was one o'clock. But I didn't give up looking for you. It took me another two years to find you, but I finally did."
"How did you find him?"
"A few months back you two got commendations after that shoot out. It made one of the NYPD newsletters. Ever since then I'd been trying to figure out how to meet up with you and then after Johnny quit I decided to put in for a transfer."
"Why didn't you just stop by or something? I still don't understand why you waited so long."
"It had been twenty two years. I wanted to get to know you. See if you were angry or if you even remembered me. I had to feel you out to know if I should even bring up our past or if I should have just let it die the day the O'Neills adopted me."
"So that's why you asked so many questions when we met?"
"I was really afraid of what you were going to think of me because I broke the promise. I knew you always kept your end of the bargain, and how much you hated it when people broke their promises."
Faith looked at Bosco. "Is that what you meant about people always breaking promises? You were talking about Rylee--- Dominique."
"Yeah."
"And to think you two ended up getting partnered together. That's pretty bizarre."
"Tell me about it," grinned Rylee. "I definitely wasn't expecting that. It was really difficult that first day when I saw you for the first time." She looked at Bosco. "You took all of this better than I thought you would."
"It still hasn't sunk in."
"Are you mad?"
"No, how could I be mad when I'm sitting here with the two best friends I've ever had," he grinned. "I never thought I would see the day." ***** They made the trek back to the car. "So you're going to talk to Swersky tomorrow and we'll be working together again soon." His voice sounded upbeat.
"I'll talk to him, but I think it's going to take a while to sort everything out with Trevor and stuff, but don't worry. I'll be back to work as soon as I can," she smiled. "I'll call you."
They said goodnight, and Rylee walked to her car. Relief washed over her knowing that Bosco wasn't upset with her. Sure he was angry to begin with, but he accepted everything she had to say, and for that she was grateful. She didn't want to lose him again.
Bosco couldn't believe that Dominique was back in his life after all these years. There had been a small void in his life ever since that last night he saw here at the playground when they were ten. But tonight she was back, and even though he wasn't real thrilled with how it all happened it felt good to have that void filled. ****** ****** ****** Author's Note: I hope this chapter wasn't too lame for you guys! If you didn't like it.please keep the flames to yourself.thanks!
Hope you enjoy this chapter! Please review! OH, and remember this is fiction.so in my land of fiction New York City isn't as big as it is in real life! LOL! ******
Bosco stood there in shock. He looked from Rylee to Trevor back to Rylee and back to Trevor. Faith thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head. She quickly elbowed him to bring him back to reality. He just glared at her as he rubbed his arm. Faith put her hand out. "Nice to meet you Trevor. Just ignore Bosco. He's a little cranky tonight."
Rylee watched Bosco as he looked one more time from Trevor to her. He looked directly at her. "Bosco let me explain." He turned and walked away.
Faith looked at Rylee. "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into him."
"It's not your fault. I figured he might react this way. I just wish he would have let me explain." ***** Faith went outside and found Bosco pacing on the sidewalk next to the car. "Bosco. Why'd you leave like that?"
He stopped abruptly. "Can you believe that?!"
"What?"
"She's got a kid!"
"Whoa! Hold on Bosco. You don't know that."
"No?! Then who's Trevor?!"
"I don't know, but he looks too old to be her kid. Unless she had him when she was like fifteen or something."
"Who knows maybe she did! Obviously she didn't think it was important enough to tell me!"
"Bosco she doesn't have to tell you everything about her life!"
"Yeah, but that kid," he shook his head. "That kid's the reason I lost another partner."
"You don't know that for sure."
"Come on Faith! You can't tell me you didn't see all the boxes! The stuff she was unpacking. The kid's moving in with her!"
"Bosco you need to calm down, and remember, the world doesn't revolve around you!"
"I know that!"
"Then quit acting so selfish! Quit thinking about how all this is affecting *you*! I'm willing to bet it's affecting them a hell of a lot more!"
He looked at her. Then studied the ground. "I just didn't want to lose her too."
"I know," Faith said softly. "But you won't lose her completely unless you keep acting like a jerk." ***** The rest of their shift was pretty uneventful. Faith and Bosco walked out of the precinct together. "You OK Bosco?" He nodded wordlessly. "You want to go for a drink or something?"
"Sure, why not." They walked toward his car. Rylee approached them.
"Bosco. Can I talk to you?" asked Rylee.
He looked at Faith who nodded her encouragement. "Yeah. OK."
"Lets go for a walk. Faith I'd like for you to come along if you don't mind." The three of them walked down the street together. "First off I need to clear something up because I think you got the wrong impression earlier. Trevor is my little brother."
Bosco grinned sheepishly and looked at Faith. "Oops," he said quietly.
"Our parents died a little over two year ago, so Trevor has been living with our Aunt Rita. Well, as you know Rita passed away, and I'm the only one left to take care of him."
"So is that why you resigned?" asked Faith.
"Yeah. I couldn't see working the hours that I do and taking the risks that I take when I know there's someone counting on me to come home safely every night. And being a cop I can't guarantee Trevor that nothing is going to happen to me."
"You've thought about this a lot then?" Bosco questioned. "There's no changing your mind?"
"Well I didn't think I would change my mind, but Trevor's a bright kid and we had a long talk tonight. We made some decisions, so tomorrow I'm going to go beg Lieu for my job back."
Faith and Bosco looked at each other. "I don't think that'll be a problem cause I know for a fact that Swersky hasn't accepted your resignation," Bosco informed her.
The trio continued walking. There was a lull in the conversation until Faith spoke. "So how old is Trevor?"
"He'll turn fifteen in September. So now we just need to figure out how we're going to swing this with me going back to work."
"Rylee, where are we going?" asked Bosco as they started walking through a rundown neighborhood.
"Just a few more blocks." They walked the rest of the way in silence. Rylee walked slightly ahead of them, and sat down on a picnic table.
Faith looked around. "What are we doing here?"
Rylee looked at Bosco. "Do you remember this place Reese?" He just stared at her.
"Did you just call him Reese?" Faith chuckled with amusement, but the smile left when she saw the serious looks on their faces.
"You remember how we first met over there?" she asked as she pointed to the cement tube in the corner of the lot. "Remember how I beat you up?"
"This isn't funny Rylee!" Bosco snapped at her.
"I'm not trying to be funny. I'm trying to explain."
"But, but how do you know? I never told you where this place was. I never told you how I met her!"
"Reese. It's me. That's how I know."
"No. No. You can't be." He shook his head furiously. Bosco looked at her with hope in his eyes. "Dom?" Rylee nodded. "NO!" Bosco turned his back to her. "I don't believe you!"
Faith just stood there with her mouth agape. She had no clue what was going on, but she wasn't about to ask.
"Reese-"
Bosco spun back around. "Stop calling me that! You're not her! You can't be!"
"But I am," Rylee said softly.
He took a deep breath. "I would have known. I would have recognized you."
"It's been twenty two years. We've both changed. We've grown up."
"But how? You don't even have the same name. Why should I believe you?"
Rylee reached into her pocket and pulled out a picture. She handed it to him. "Where'd you get this?!" He asked as he looked at the picture. It was the same photo he had in his junk drawer at home, except this one wasn't wrinkled like his.
"You gave it to me. Remember? Read the back."
Bosco turned the picture over and recognized his handwriting, which hadn't changed much in twenty-two years. "To my best friend Dom. From Reese." He looked back at Rylee. "Is this for real? It's really you?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"But this doesn't make any sense. How'd you go from Dominique Adams to Rylee O'Neill? How'd you just drop off the face of the earth? Why didn't you tell me sooner? Why didn't you try to find me before?" He had so many questions for her.
"It's a long story, but I'm finally ready to share it with you."
Faith spoke up. "OK can someone please tell me what's going on? And why I'm here."
Rylee smiled. "You may want to sit down." Both Faith and Bosco sat on the picnic table across from Rylee. "Well Sarge. I'll give you the short version to catch you up. Bosco and I used to live about ten blocks from each other. We met here when we were eight. Both our fathers were abusive. We used to come here to get away from it."
Bosco had a far off look in his eyes. "Then my parents got divorced and we moved. I never saw her again. Never knew what happened to her."
Faith nodded. "And I'm here because?"
"Because I was nervous about telling him, and wanted someone he trusts to be here with him. I figured this was going to be a pretty big blow."
"You can say that again," said Bosco. He looked at Rylee. "So what happened after I moved?"
"Well, things were OK for awhile, but then my dad started up again. Worse than before. I used to come here and pray that you were here waiting for me." Rylee looked down at the picnic table. "A few months later my dad got drunk and he beat my mom to death." She took a deep breath. "I saw the whole thing. Then my dad looked up and saw me. I was terrified. I thought I was next, but for some reason I didn't run. I just stood there looking at him. Then he got this look in his eyes. Almost like he realized what he had been doing to us all those years. Next thing I know he pulled out a gun." Faith and Bosco could see the hate in her eyes as the light from the street illuminated her face in the darkness. She forced a chuckle. "I didn't even know he owned a gun. If I had I probably would have shot the bastard long before then, but there I was, ten years old, my mom dead on the floor by my father's hands and then he shot himself."
Bosco reached across the table and put his hand on top of Rylee's. "I'm sorry Ry. I'm really sorry." Her story had made him angry, but had also brought tears to his eyes. All these years he kept thinking what a rotten life he had, but now he knew it was nothing compared to what Rylee had been through.
"How awful," gasped Faith.
Rylee shook her head. "It was kind of a blessing in disguise. I went into foster care and was adopted by the O'Neills. They were two of the most loving people God ever created. They were told they couldn't have kids and they picked me. Can you believe it? I was ten and had been to hell and back. I bottled everything up. I didn't talk to anyone about anything. I didn't think anyone could love me, but they wanted me." She paused. "The O'Neills gave me a clean slate. As soon as it was cleared by the state we moved to Indiana so we could all start our lives as a family. When I was seventeen Trevor was born. Another one of God's miracles."
"I searched the New York databases a few times to see if I could figure out what happened to you and your folks. As far as the system was concerned there never was a Dominique Adams."
"Yeah. The O'Neills came from money and he worked in the records department. He was basically able to pool his resources and found a way to have my name removed from pretty much everything. He wanted me to be able to forget my past. Not that I could ever forget what happened, but he wanted to erase what he could. I don't know how he did it, but he did and I guess I don't want to know how he did it."
"So, what happened to them? If you don't mind my asking?" questioned Faith.
"I was working with the 38th and got a call one night. My family had gone out of town and was on their way home when they were hit by a drunk driver. Trevor was asleep in the backseat. He didn't have a scratch on him, but our parents were killed on impact."
Faith and Bosco didn't know what to say. Her story, her life was so complicated and sad. "Trevor moved in with Rita after that. We've both seen our share of family deaths."
Bosco looked at her. "So is that why you don't drink?" She nodded. "Why'd you move back to the City? I mean why'd you leave Indiana in the first place?"
She grinned. "I always knew that I wanted to be a cop, and that I wanted to come back to New York because I felt this need to look out for the women and kids in our old neighborhood. No one seemed to be looking out for us when we were kids, and I wanted to make sure there was a cop or someone who cared. Plus, it sounds crazy, but after I got out of the academy I had a dream that you were still here somewhere. And that promise we made when you left. I always intended to keep it."
"Then where were you that night?" he asked, the hurt evident in his voice.
"Johnny and I were chasing a suspect that evening and I tripped and fell down a flight of stairs. Broke my arm pretty bad. They had to put me under to set it. When I woke up I kept telling the nurses that I had to go because I had to meet a friend at the playground. They all thought I was nuts! Johnny was the only one who would listen to me and he finally talked them into letting me go, but by the time we got here it was one o'clock. But I didn't give up looking for you. It took me another two years to find you, but I finally did."
"How did you find him?"
"A few months back you two got commendations after that shoot out. It made one of the NYPD newsletters. Ever since then I'd been trying to figure out how to meet up with you and then after Johnny quit I decided to put in for a transfer."
"Why didn't you just stop by or something? I still don't understand why you waited so long."
"It had been twenty two years. I wanted to get to know you. See if you were angry or if you even remembered me. I had to feel you out to know if I should even bring up our past or if I should have just let it die the day the O'Neills adopted me."
"So that's why you asked so many questions when we met?"
"I was really afraid of what you were going to think of me because I broke the promise. I knew you always kept your end of the bargain, and how much you hated it when people broke their promises."
Faith looked at Bosco. "Is that what you meant about people always breaking promises? You were talking about Rylee--- Dominique."
"Yeah."
"And to think you two ended up getting partnered together. That's pretty bizarre."
"Tell me about it," grinned Rylee. "I definitely wasn't expecting that. It was really difficult that first day when I saw you for the first time." She looked at Bosco. "You took all of this better than I thought you would."
"It still hasn't sunk in."
"Are you mad?"
"No, how could I be mad when I'm sitting here with the two best friends I've ever had," he grinned. "I never thought I would see the day." ***** They made the trek back to the car. "So you're going to talk to Swersky tomorrow and we'll be working together again soon." His voice sounded upbeat.
"I'll talk to him, but I think it's going to take a while to sort everything out with Trevor and stuff, but don't worry. I'll be back to work as soon as I can," she smiled. "I'll call you."
They said goodnight, and Rylee walked to her car. Relief washed over her knowing that Bosco wasn't upset with her. Sure he was angry to begin with, but he accepted everything she had to say, and for that she was grateful. She didn't want to lose him again.
Bosco couldn't believe that Dominique was back in his life after all these years. There had been a small void in his life ever since that last night he saw here at the playground when they were ten. But tonight she was back, and even though he wasn't real thrilled with how it all happened it felt good to have that void filled. ****** ****** ****** Author's Note: I hope this chapter wasn't too lame for you guys! If you didn't like it.please keep the flames to yourself.thanks!