TITLE: THE REPLACEMENT
AUTHOR: MINN
DISCLAIMER: I don't own nothin' - mores the pity - just playing. No character was really harmed during the typing of this nonsense. The creators of Third Watch are, of course, gods. (But if you ever do get stuck for ideas guys, gimme a call...HAH!)
CHEERS! to all the kind folks who said such nice things about my maiden outing "Grace". Just remember, if you encourage me, you'll NEVER get rid of me...
EXPLAINATION: This wasn't HALF as much fun to write as Grace was, so don't feel too bad if you find yourself not liking it. Consider this as back-story - the journey to Grace, if you like. But be patient. Nothing in the Minn-verse ever happens quickly...
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PART FOUR
"I'm not Faith!"
Sully's voice thundered around the confined space of the squad.
"I'm not gonna wipe your ass and tell you it's gonna be alright every time you shit all over something or someone!"
Getting out of the car, Sully banged the door shut and began marching towards the precinct house, still raging.
"I mean, are you wrong in the head or something? We could have had our heads blown off because of you, you stupid son of a bitch! What the hell were you trying to prove?"
Bosco was silent as he followed Sully into the house.
"Stupid damn glory hunting piece of...why the hell do you have to go superhero on everyone all the time?"
"I thought they were the kids who attacked Faith..."
"Crap!" Sully spat.
A new angry voice blocked Bosco's way forward.
"You! In my office now!"
"I don't want to be partnered with this asshole Lieu!" Sully yelled.
"Who the hell does, Sullivan?" Lieu retorted. "This little prick is the biggest pain in the ass known to man."
He loved it when people put him down like he wasn't in the room to hear. It always brought back so many childhood memories.
Lieu's tirade was the same one Sully had given him, only with slightly different words.
Sitting listening to Lieu rage, Bosco's mind wandered away as ghosts of the past began to stalk him, one voice rising above the all of the others. All you're good for is arresting people...you don't use your head...you know nothing about discretion...you're immature, unreliable, useless...
"Are you even listening to me Boscorelli?" Lieu stood over him.
But it was the other voice that held his attention and filled every corner of his mind.
"You don't listen to me any more..."
I'd give anything now to be listening to you lecture me like I was one of your kids, Faith...
"Bosco!"
He flinched at the power in Swerskey's voice. "I hear you Lieu."
"The hell you do, you..." Swerskey took a breath and made an attempt to compose himself. "This is your third and last warning, Boscorelli. If you don't smarten up your ideas, I'll personally kick you sorry ass into the street. Now get out!"
Bosco stood and wordlessly headed for the door. As he left he heard Lieu bellow after him:
"And for Christsake get some fucking help!"
Lieu must be really pissed at me, he thought. That's not a word he was given to using.
It had been almost two weeks since Faith's disappearance. It had been generally accepted by her colleagues at the 55 that she was dead and that her still missing remains would turn up, eventually, to give the family some kind of closure.
Bosco punched the door of the locker room open and came to an abrupt halt.
Standing at his wife's locker was Fred Yokas, slowly placing the contents into the box he cradled under his arm.
Sully approached Fred and held out his hand to warmly shake Fred's own.
"I'm so sorry about Faith," he murmured. "She was one of the best."
Fred nodded and glanced Bosco's way. Sully's gaze followed and the irritation he still felt flared again. "It's a real shame how these things work out sometimes."
As Sully took his leave and moved off, he paused at the door where Bosco stood.
"You pull another stunt like you pulled today and god help me I'll shoot you and throw you in the river myself," he snarled.
Bosco said nothing.
Fred continued what he was doing as Bosco approached him.
"Fred," Bosco nodded.
"Boscorelli."
The unruffled serenity of the man irritated the hell out of Bosco. You've just lost your wife, Yokas, you should be out there breaking heads...
"Fred, I'm sorry about...about what happened to Faith."
Fred glanced at him, unmoved.
"I'm sorry I couldn't...didn't..."
"I don't blame you Bosco, if that's what you're worried about," Fred murmured quietly placing items in the box.
"Is that all you've got to say?"
Fred exhaled heavily and stared fixedly into the locker's interior.
"What do you want me to say Boscorelli?"
Bosco looked at the ground, shrugging.
There was a long stretch of silence before either of them spoke again.
"A higher power than you had Faith's destiny in hand that night," Fred said quietly.
The simmering anger in him boiled again.
"Don't give me that crap!"
"It's not crap. She's safe now - nothing else can ever harm her, not you, not me, not the damn job."
Bosco glared at him, remembering all the times Faith lamented Fred's lack of support for her chosen career.
"You always said it would kill her, didn't you Fred? Well congratulations, you were finally right."
Fred paused a moment before placing the last item in the box. Closing the now empty locker he turned to leave.
"The memorial service is Friday," he muttered, and walked away.
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TBC - Yeah, yeah, I know, get on with it...
AUTHOR: MINN
DISCLAIMER: I don't own nothin' - mores the pity - just playing. No character was really harmed during the typing of this nonsense. The creators of Third Watch are, of course, gods. (But if you ever do get stuck for ideas guys, gimme a call...HAH!)
CHEERS! to all the kind folks who said such nice things about my maiden outing "Grace". Just remember, if you encourage me, you'll NEVER get rid of me...
EXPLAINATION: This wasn't HALF as much fun to write as Grace was, so don't feel too bad if you find yourself not liking it. Consider this as back-story - the journey to Grace, if you like. But be patient. Nothing in the Minn-verse ever happens quickly...
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PART FOUR
"I'm not Faith!"
Sully's voice thundered around the confined space of the squad.
"I'm not gonna wipe your ass and tell you it's gonna be alright every time you shit all over something or someone!"
Getting out of the car, Sully banged the door shut and began marching towards the precinct house, still raging.
"I mean, are you wrong in the head or something? We could have had our heads blown off because of you, you stupid son of a bitch! What the hell were you trying to prove?"
Bosco was silent as he followed Sully into the house.
"Stupid damn glory hunting piece of...why the hell do you have to go superhero on everyone all the time?"
"I thought they were the kids who attacked Faith..."
"Crap!" Sully spat.
A new angry voice blocked Bosco's way forward.
"You! In my office now!"
"I don't want to be partnered with this asshole Lieu!" Sully yelled.
"Who the hell does, Sullivan?" Lieu retorted. "This little prick is the biggest pain in the ass known to man."
He loved it when people put him down like he wasn't in the room to hear. It always brought back so many childhood memories.
Lieu's tirade was the same one Sully had given him, only with slightly different words.
Sitting listening to Lieu rage, Bosco's mind wandered away as ghosts of the past began to stalk him, one voice rising above the all of the others. All you're good for is arresting people...you don't use your head...you know nothing about discretion...you're immature, unreliable, useless...
"Are you even listening to me Boscorelli?" Lieu stood over him.
But it was the other voice that held his attention and filled every corner of his mind.
"You don't listen to me any more..."
I'd give anything now to be listening to you lecture me like I was one of your kids, Faith...
"Bosco!"
He flinched at the power in Swerskey's voice. "I hear you Lieu."
"The hell you do, you..." Swerskey took a breath and made an attempt to compose himself. "This is your third and last warning, Boscorelli. If you don't smarten up your ideas, I'll personally kick you sorry ass into the street. Now get out!"
Bosco stood and wordlessly headed for the door. As he left he heard Lieu bellow after him:
"And for Christsake get some fucking help!"
Lieu must be really pissed at me, he thought. That's not a word he was given to using.
It had been almost two weeks since Faith's disappearance. It had been generally accepted by her colleagues at the 55 that she was dead and that her still missing remains would turn up, eventually, to give the family some kind of closure.
Bosco punched the door of the locker room open and came to an abrupt halt.
Standing at his wife's locker was Fred Yokas, slowly placing the contents into the box he cradled under his arm.
Sully approached Fred and held out his hand to warmly shake Fred's own.
"I'm so sorry about Faith," he murmured. "She was one of the best."
Fred nodded and glanced Bosco's way. Sully's gaze followed and the irritation he still felt flared again. "It's a real shame how these things work out sometimes."
As Sully took his leave and moved off, he paused at the door where Bosco stood.
"You pull another stunt like you pulled today and god help me I'll shoot you and throw you in the river myself," he snarled.
Bosco said nothing.
Fred continued what he was doing as Bosco approached him.
"Fred," Bosco nodded.
"Boscorelli."
The unruffled serenity of the man irritated the hell out of Bosco. You've just lost your wife, Yokas, you should be out there breaking heads...
"Fred, I'm sorry about...about what happened to Faith."
Fred glanced at him, unmoved.
"I'm sorry I couldn't...didn't..."
"I don't blame you Bosco, if that's what you're worried about," Fred murmured quietly placing items in the box.
"Is that all you've got to say?"
Fred exhaled heavily and stared fixedly into the locker's interior.
"What do you want me to say Boscorelli?"
Bosco looked at the ground, shrugging.
There was a long stretch of silence before either of them spoke again.
"A higher power than you had Faith's destiny in hand that night," Fred said quietly.
The simmering anger in him boiled again.
"Don't give me that crap!"
"It's not crap. She's safe now - nothing else can ever harm her, not you, not me, not the damn job."
Bosco glared at him, remembering all the times Faith lamented Fred's lack of support for her chosen career.
"You always said it would kill her, didn't you Fred? Well congratulations, you were finally right."
Fred paused a moment before placing the last item in the box. Closing the now empty locker he turned to leave.
"The memorial service is Friday," he muttered, and walked away.
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TBC - Yeah, yeah, I know, get on with it...