Promises
Part 16
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Curses, real life got in the way AGAIN! Just a reminder that I don't own any of the THIRD WATCH characters, but I own Rylee/Dom, Trevor and Johnny. And Demelza is letting me borrow Simon Doyle.
Please read and review. Believe it or not feedback makes me write faster!
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"What?! No way!" yelled Bosco.
"That's not possible!" interjected Rylee.
Faith sighed. "Afraid it is. Doyle's lawyer got him off."
"How the hell did he do that?!" questioned Bosco.
"Something about the lineup not being right."
"But how could that be? We were all there. We saw the victim pick Doyle out with no trouble. There was no doubt in her mind!" exclaimed Rylee.
"I know, but his lawyer brought it up to a judge and said that the lineup was unjust or something because Doyle was the only member of his race in the lineup."
"What?!" Bosco looked at Faith. He couldn't believe that the bastard had gotten away with raping a woman. "It wasn't like he was the only white guy in a row of black men!"
"I know but the lawyer said that Doyle was easily selected because the other men in the lineup were Hispanic and Asian. He said that the reason the victim was able to ID him was because he was the only one who stuck out."
"No! She picked him out because she knew it was him!" Bosco was furious and his face was turning red.
"I know Bosco. I'm just as upset as you are, but there isn't anything we can do."
*******
"We just going to sit outside his apartment all day long?"
"You got a better idea?!" Bosco snapped at Rylee.
"Look he isn't going to do anything with us sitting right outside his door all day."
"Good! Then we don't have to worry about some other woman getting raped! At least not while we're on duty!"
"What if we get a call?"
"Sully and Davis will take it."
"But what if---"
Bosco turned toward his partner and glared at her. "We're staying here. You hear me?!"
"Geez, what crawled up your ass?!"
"I'm not going to let this bastard hurt anyone else!"
"Hey I'm not real thrilled about what he did either, but you gotta relax."
"I'm relaxed!"
"Riiiiight."
Bosco sighed. "Ok so I'm a little uptight. Big deal."
"Why are you uptight?"
"It's no big deal."
"You can tell me."
"CENTRAL TO 55-DAVID."
"Go ahead Central," Bosco responded knowing that if he didn't answer the call he'd end up having to talk to Rylee, and he just wasn't ready yet.
"WE'VE GOT A PUBLIC DISTURBANCE IN YOUR SECTOR."
"Give it to me Central." He committed the address to memory. "10-4 Central."
Rylee looked at her partner. "Oh, so now we *are* taking calls."
Bosco rolled his eyes.
*****
Bosco slowed the car as they approached the address. The two officers looked around the area and noticed a group of high school aged kids sitting on the stoop of an apartment building. They looked at each other. "*That's* the public disturbance?!" asked Rylee with an arched eyebrow. "It's just some kids sittin' outside."
He pulled up onto the curb in front of the teenagers. "Let's get this over with," he grumbled as he got out of the car. Boscorelli and O'Neill approached the group. "Hey boys. How's it goin'?" Bosco asked with a smug grin on his face.
"We ain't doin' nothin' wrong."
"No?" Bosco asked as he stepped closer to the group's vocal leader.
"Naw. We ain't doin' nuttin'."
Bosco nodded as he looked around the group. He noticed that one of the boys in the middle of the group had pulled his hat down over his eyes, and was avoiding looking at either officer. "Hey you! You with the Pacers hat. How can you wear that hat in Knicks country?!" The kid didn't look up. "Hey I'm talkin' to you."
The boy looked up nervously. Rylee's jaw dropped. "Trevor?!"
Bosco looked at Rylee then at Trevor. "You guys can't hang out here. You're annoying the residents. Take your little get together elsewhere." He motioned with his arms for them to clear out. The group groaned as they slowly stood up. Trevor started to walk away, but Rylee grabbed his arm.
"Where you goin' little bro?"
"Nowhere I guess," he said quietly.
"What were you guys doing here? Why'd we get a complaint?"
"We weren't doing anything wrong Rylee I swear. One of the guys has a thing for one of the girls who lives in the building."
"A thing?" asked Bosco.
"Yeah, you know, he likes her. We weren't hurtin' anything. We were just listening to some music and talkin'."
"You better not be lying to me Trev."
"I'm not. I swear."
Rylee nodded. "OK, but if we ever get called out on a complaint again and you're there you are in serious trouble! Now come on. We're taking you home."
*****
It had been an hour since they had dropped Trevor off, and Rylee and Bosco were once again sitting in their RMP across from Doyle's apartment. The silence was getting to both of them. "So, Trevor been giving you problems?"
"No!" she snapped.
"OK. OK." He put up his hands. "Now who's the uptight one?" he said under his breath.
"I heard that!"
"Hey I was just asking. I was concerned. I mean it's not everyday you get called to a disturbance and find your partner's little brother is part of it."
"They weren't doing anything."
"Riiiight."
Rylee sighed. "Trevor's new. He's just trying to find himself. You know, see where he fits in."
"Yeah well there's plenty of ways to find yourself that don't involve causing a disturbance and hanging out on a stoop all night."
"What would you know?!"
"I know plenty! I know what those kids turn into! I grew up here remember!"
"Yeah I remember! And it's not my fault that I didn't grow up here!"
"I wasn't taking a stab at you!"
"No???"
"No!" he shook his head. "I was just saying I grew up here and I know what happens when you start hanging out with the wrong crowd. It's hard to get out of it. I wasn't even thinking about your past...our past. I was just going to say that if you need someone...a guy to talk to Trevor that I would. That's all I was trying to say."
"Yeah well you got a lousy way of getting to your point."
"Look, I'm sorry. This is weird for me too OK. A few weeks ago I was getting used to a new partner and the next thing I know I find out she's a blast from the past."
She looked at him with an almost apologetic expression on her face. "Yeah. I'm sorry too. I just really didn't know how to handle telling you."
"You could have told me. I would have understood."
She chuckled. "You say that now, but I don't know."
He looked at her. "Yeah, I guess I don't know either." There was a pause in their conversation. "I'm glad you found me. Really, I'm glad you're back in my life. I used to think about you all the time. Hell, I carried that picture in my wallet for like twenty years. I always hoped you turned out OK."
"Same here. I thought about you a lot. We were just kids, but we sure did go through a lot together. Growing up I always wished you were there when times got tough."
"Funny huh?" he chuckled. "We were just kids." She nodded, and once again there was silence. Bosco looked at her. "What am I supposed to call you?"
"What?"
"I mean for all those years I always thought of you as Dom, but now, now I find out you lived a completely different live under a completely different name. What am I supposed to call you?"
"Call me Rylee." Her eyes met his. "I haven't been Dominique Adams in a long time."
Bosco nodded, glad to have that conversation out of the way. It was still very strange to him to have someone from his past magically reappear in his life, but he had to try and remember that the person he had gotten to know over the last couple months was Rylee O'Neill. "So, you hungry?"
"Starved."
"Let's go get something to eat."
"Sounds good."
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After their dinner break they ended up back outside Simon Doyle's apartment. "AUGH! Bosco this guy isn't going to do anything! Not a day after getting away with rape."
"Hey, this guy, this guy will strike again. And when he does. I'm gonna bust his sorry ass!"
"*We're* gonna bust his sorry ass," she corrected him.
He looked at her. "Yeah, that's what I said." He turned his attention back to the apartment.
"So, uh, how's your mom?"
"Huh? Oh, she's OK. She's gettin' by. Works over at a bar on 73rd."
"Yeah? Maybe we could go over there sometime? I'd love to see her."
Bosco nodded. "Sure, I bet she'd like to see you too."
Silence fell over them once again as they watched for activity around Doyle's apartment.
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Bosco put his hand on Rylee's arm to stop her from entering the bar. "Ry?"
"Yeah."
"You sure you want to see my ma? I mean, life's been rough ya know."
"Of course I do. She was great to me back then. I just wanna let her know that I turned out all right."
"Yeah OK." He nodded and opened the door for her. They walked up to the bar. "Hey ma! A draft for me and a Mountain Dew for my friend."
"Sure thing baby be right there," Angela replied from the end of the bar. After finishing with the other customers she approached Bosco and Rylee. She set down Bosco's beer, and looked up to see who was with her son. Her eyes got wide. "Oh my God. Dominique Adams, how are you?!"
Bosco's jaw just about hit the floor. "I'm good," she smiled. "But it's Rylee now. Rylee O'Neill."
"Rylee? How'd that happen?"
Before Rylee could get into the long story. Bosco finally found his voice after looking at his mother in disbelief. "Whoa! Ma! How'd you know it was her? I mean, I worked with her for almost a month and I had no clue. She had to tell me."
Angela reached over the bar and pinched Rylee's cheek. "Come on Maurice. How could I forget a face like this? Besides, you two always looked like twins. We always thought it was funny back then cause they say everyone has a twin somewhere in the world, and it just so happened that your twin lived less than a mile away. I can't believe you didn't recognize her. She practically has your face."
Bosco looked at Rylee then looked at the mirror behind the bar. He looked back at Rylee, then practically pulled Rylee off her bar stool so they could both look in the mirror. "Ma, we don't look anything alike!"
"I'm with him. We don't look alike!"
"Oh you two, you always hated the fact that you looked alike. You always denied it, but you're adults now. Learn to deal." And with that Angela walked away with a smile as she went to wait on other customers.
Rylee and Bosco looked at each other, both shaking their heads.
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I know, I know, that was kinda lame, but hey I needed to post something...it was like a drought in the land of NYPDBosco fiction! Hope you aren't too disappointed!
The next chapter will have some ACTION...I PROMISE!
Part 16
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Curses, real life got in the way AGAIN! Just a reminder that I don't own any of the THIRD WATCH characters, but I own Rylee/Dom, Trevor and Johnny. And Demelza is letting me borrow Simon Doyle.
Please read and review. Believe it or not feedback makes me write faster!
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"What?! No way!" yelled Bosco.
"That's not possible!" interjected Rylee.
Faith sighed. "Afraid it is. Doyle's lawyer got him off."
"How the hell did he do that?!" questioned Bosco.
"Something about the lineup not being right."
"But how could that be? We were all there. We saw the victim pick Doyle out with no trouble. There was no doubt in her mind!" exclaimed Rylee.
"I know, but his lawyer brought it up to a judge and said that the lineup was unjust or something because Doyle was the only member of his race in the lineup."
"What?!" Bosco looked at Faith. He couldn't believe that the bastard had gotten away with raping a woman. "It wasn't like he was the only white guy in a row of black men!"
"I know but the lawyer said that Doyle was easily selected because the other men in the lineup were Hispanic and Asian. He said that the reason the victim was able to ID him was because he was the only one who stuck out."
"No! She picked him out because she knew it was him!" Bosco was furious and his face was turning red.
"I know Bosco. I'm just as upset as you are, but there isn't anything we can do."
*******
"We just going to sit outside his apartment all day long?"
"You got a better idea?!" Bosco snapped at Rylee.
"Look he isn't going to do anything with us sitting right outside his door all day."
"Good! Then we don't have to worry about some other woman getting raped! At least not while we're on duty!"
"What if we get a call?"
"Sully and Davis will take it."
"But what if---"
Bosco turned toward his partner and glared at her. "We're staying here. You hear me?!"
"Geez, what crawled up your ass?!"
"I'm not going to let this bastard hurt anyone else!"
"Hey I'm not real thrilled about what he did either, but you gotta relax."
"I'm relaxed!"
"Riiiiight."
Bosco sighed. "Ok so I'm a little uptight. Big deal."
"Why are you uptight?"
"It's no big deal."
"You can tell me."
"CENTRAL TO 55-DAVID."
"Go ahead Central," Bosco responded knowing that if he didn't answer the call he'd end up having to talk to Rylee, and he just wasn't ready yet.
"WE'VE GOT A PUBLIC DISTURBANCE IN YOUR SECTOR."
"Give it to me Central." He committed the address to memory. "10-4 Central."
Rylee looked at her partner. "Oh, so now we *are* taking calls."
Bosco rolled his eyes.
*****
Bosco slowed the car as they approached the address. The two officers looked around the area and noticed a group of high school aged kids sitting on the stoop of an apartment building. They looked at each other. "*That's* the public disturbance?!" asked Rylee with an arched eyebrow. "It's just some kids sittin' outside."
He pulled up onto the curb in front of the teenagers. "Let's get this over with," he grumbled as he got out of the car. Boscorelli and O'Neill approached the group. "Hey boys. How's it goin'?" Bosco asked with a smug grin on his face.
"We ain't doin' nothin' wrong."
"No?" Bosco asked as he stepped closer to the group's vocal leader.
"Naw. We ain't doin' nuttin'."
Bosco nodded as he looked around the group. He noticed that one of the boys in the middle of the group had pulled his hat down over his eyes, and was avoiding looking at either officer. "Hey you! You with the Pacers hat. How can you wear that hat in Knicks country?!" The kid didn't look up. "Hey I'm talkin' to you."
The boy looked up nervously. Rylee's jaw dropped. "Trevor?!"
Bosco looked at Rylee then at Trevor. "You guys can't hang out here. You're annoying the residents. Take your little get together elsewhere." He motioned with his arms for them to clear out. The group groaned as they slowly stood up. Trevor started to walk away, but Rylee grabbed his arm.
"Where you goin' little bro?"
"Nowhere I guess," he said quietly.
"What were you guys doing here? Why'd we get a complaint?"
"We weren't doing anything wrong Rylee I swear. One of the guys has a thing for one of the girls who lives in the building."
"A thing?" asked Bosco.
"Yeah, you know, he likes her. We weren't hurtin' anything. We were just listening to some music and talkin'."
"You better not be lying to me Trev."
"I'm not. I swear."
Rylee nodded. "OK, but if we ever get called out on a complaint again and you're there you are in serious trouble! Now come on. We're taking you home."
*****
It had been an hour since they had dropped Trevor off, and Rylee and Bosco were once again sitting in their RMP across from Doyle's apartment. The silence was getting to both of them. "So, Trevor been giving you problems?"
"No!" she snapped.
"OK. OK." He put up his hands. "Now who's the uptight one?" he said under his breath.
"I heard that!"
"Hey I was just asking. I was concerned. I mean it's not everyday you get called to a disturbance and find your partner's little brother is part of it."
"They weren't doing anything."
"Riiiight."
Rylee sighed. "Trevor's new. He's just trying to find himself. You know, see where he fits in."
"Yeah well there's plenty of ways to find yourself that don't involve causing a disturbance and hanging out on a stoop all night."
"What would you know?!"
"I know plenty! I know what those kids turn into! I grew up here remember!"
"Yeah I remember! And it's not my fault that I didn't grow up here!"
"I wasn't taking a stab at you!"
"No???"
"No!" he shook his head. "I was just saying I grew up here and I know what happens when you start hanging out with the wrong crowd. It's hard to get out of it. I wasn't even thinking about your past...our past. I was just going to say that if you need someone...a guy to talk to Trevor that I would. That's all I was trying to say."
"Yeah well you got a lousy way of getting to your point."
"Look, I'm sorry. This is weird for me too OK. A few weeks ago I was getting used to a new partner and the next thing I know I find out she's a blast from the past."
She looked at him with an almost apologetic expression on her face. "Yeah. I'm sorry too. I just really didn't know how to handle telling you."
"You could have told me. I would have understood."
She chuckled. "You say that now, but I don't know."
He looked at her. "Yeah, I guess I don't know either." There was a pause in their conversation. "I'm glad you found me. Really, I'm glad you're back in my life. I used to think about you all the time. Hell, I carried that picture in my wallet for like twenty years. I always hoped you turned out OK."
"Same here. I thought about you a lot. We were just kids, but we sure did go through a lot together. Growing up I always wished you were there when times got tough."
"Funny huh?" he chuckled. "We were just kids." She nodded, and once again there was silence. Bosco looked at her. "What am I supposed to call you?"
"What?"
"I mean for all those years I always thought of you as Dom, but now, now I find out you lived a completely different live under a completely different name. What am I supposed to call you?"
"Call me Rylee." Her eyes met his. "I haven't been Dominique Adams in a long time."
Bosco nodded, glad to have that conversation out of the way. It was still very strange to him to have someone from his past magically reappear in his life, but he had to try and remember that the person he had gotten to know over the last couple months was Rylee O'Neill. "So, you hungry?"
"Starved."
"Let's go get something to eat."
"Sounds good."
******
After their dinner break they ended up back outside Simon Doyle's apartment. "AUGH! Bosco this guy isn't going to do anything! Not a day after getting away with rape."
"Hey, this guy, this guy will strike again. And when he does. I'm gonna bust his sorry ass!"
"*We're* gonna bust his sorry ass," she corrected him.
He looked at her. "Yeah, that's what I said." He turned his attention back to the apartment.
"So, uh, how's your mom?"
"Huh? Oh, she's OK. She's gettin' by. Works over at a bar on 73rd."
"Yeah? Maybe we could go over there sometime? I'd love to see her."
Bosco nodded. "Sure, I bet she'd like to see you too."
Silence fell over them once again as they watched for activity around Doyle's apartment.
******
Bosco put his hand on Rylee's arm to stop her from entering the bar. "Ry?"
"Yeah."
"You sure you want to see my ma? I mean, life's been rough ya know."
"Of course I do. She was great to me back then. I just wanna let her know that I turned out all right."
"Yeah OK." He nodded and opened the door for her. They walked up to the bar. "Hey ma! A draft for me and a Mountain Dew for my friend."
"Sure thing baby be right there," Angela replied from the end of the bar. After finishing with the other customers she approached Bosco and Rylee. She set down Bosco's beer, and looked up to see who was with her son. Her eyes got wide. "Oh my God. Dominique Adams, how are you?!"
Bosco's jaw just about hit the floor. "I'm good," she smiled. "But it's Rylee now. Rylee O'Neill."
"Rylee? How'd that happen?"
Before Rylee could get into the long story. Bosco finally found his voice after looking at his mother in disbelief. "Whoa! Ma! How'd you know it was her? I mean, I worked with her for almost a month and I had no clue. She had to tell me."
Angela reached over the bar and pinched Rylee's cheek. "Come on Maurice. How could I forget a face like this? Besides, you two always looked like twins. We always thought it was funny back then cause they say everyone has a twin somewhere in the world, and it just so happened that your twin lived less than a mile away. I can't believe you didn't recognize her. She practically has your face."
Bosco looked at Rylee then looked at the mirror behind the bar. He looked back at Rylee, then practically pulled Rylee off her bar stool so they could both look in the mirror. "Ma, we don't look anything alike!"
"I'm with him. We don't look alike!"
"Oh you two, you always hated the fact that you looked alike. You always denied it, but you're adults now. Learn to deal." And with that Angela walked away with a smile as she went to wait on other customers.
Rylee and Bosco looked at each other, both shaking their heads.
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I know, I know, that was kinda lame, but hey I needed to post something...it was like a drought in the land of NYPDBosco fiction! Hope you aren't too disappointed!
The next chapter will have some ACTION...I PROMISE!