Okay here's the next part…. Keep in mind that I've had two cups of coffee this morning and I can't keep my hands from shaking as I write… so I'm having a bit of a problem =-D
Disclaimer: Ain't mine… I've never been drunk… and I've never lived in an apartment complex where you got to ring the buzzer to get in so… sorry about any mistakes there….
What other Dungeon is so dark as ones own heart,
What jailor so inexorable as ones self?
-Nathaniel Hawthorne
Chapter 2 - In Deeper
"Hey Bosco, lets go back now, huh?" Davis said concerned for his friend. He was pale and trembling and something seemed to be wrong with his hand.
Bosco looked Davis up and down and finally nodded his head. He couldn't believe the way he had acted in front of them all… "Don't tell no one…" he asked quietly. At first he thought Davis hadn't heard him…
"Boz, your dad just died, no one will think any lower of you," he held up a hand when Bosco started to protest. "But you don't have to worry man, I won't say nothing…" he promised.
"Thanks Davis, you don't know what it means…"
"Just remember, man, you need some to talk to I'll be free, cuz I've got some idea how ya feeling." Davis offered, a bit uncomfortable.
Bosco nodded and they both headed back to the vehicles. Right now he felt emotionally drained, and had no idea how much more he could take until he had a nervous break down. As it was he had already broken down in front of he colleagues. He laughed bitterly at a thought, at least Christopher hadn't been there. The man would be draining it for all it was worth, he didn't know if he would be able to take that. The man was a real jackass.
As they turned the corner he stopped dead in his tracks, a look of horror on his face. He faintly heard Davis mutter something beside him which sounded like an 'oh shit', but he didn't care. He was in some deep shit right now, running off could not be good. He did 'not' want to deal with this or him right now, hell he didn't think he could.
"Ah, Boscorelli, nice to see you decided to come back to us!" He heard Christopher's bitter and taunting voice.
He rolled his eyes and slowly made his way to them. He really did not want 'not' to deal with Christopher's crap right now. "Yes, sir." He answered sarcastically, sub-consciously clenching his fist.
Faith watched the two of them worriedly, Christopher with his malicious grin and Bosco with his stone mask hiding any emotion he might be feeling. The tension between the two had an almost drowning effect and she could see Bosco's clenched fist begin to shake. She could feel, deep in the pit of her stomach, that this confrontation would end up disastrous but was helpless to do anything to stop it. Christopher was using his power to get revenge over something that had happened years ago. Yes it was abuse of power but there was nothing either of them could do to stop it. Years of tension and anger were coming to a peak at the worst possible time.
Sully watched with mild curiosity. He was wondering where this confrontation might lead but if Bosco's temper got the best of him he was ready to grab him before he did anything too stupid. He didn't know the whole story between the two of them but he knew Bosco had done something ot piss Christopher off, which wasn't unusual in itself.
Davis was worried that Bosco would do something that might jeopardize his career and stood right next to Bosco ready to defend him and hold him back, which ever was needed. He didn't know if Bosco had control of his emotions yet, his father had just died for crying out loud! IF he didn't and Christopher said something about his father or even family, hell even if he pushed Bosco the wrong way, Bosco just might lose it and attack Christopher, and that would most likely cause him to lose his job. He was pretty sure the Lieu would try to go easy on him, but he knew with certainty that Christopher wouldn't. He knew that if Bosco attacked Christopher he would go the whole 9 years to punish Bosco, press charges and everything just to get even with him.
"I'm gonna have to write you another Command Discipline for this one Boscorelli. You've really out done yourself this time. I mean I expect this out of a rookie but not an officer who's been on the job for 8 years. "Christopher started his lecture, with a sickeningly smug tone to it, like a little kid who was laughing at his brother after getting him in trouble. "How's this gonna look on your record? Can't be good you've had so many, this one might actually get you suspended, bad example on the rookies and all. Don't want them thinking they can run from a crime scene whenever they want, now do we?"
Bosco rolled his eyes, barely controlling his anger. If he wouldn't lose his job if he did, he would've already ripped this smug bastard a new one. "Look 'Christopher', I don't feel like dealin' with any of your crap right now. In fact I think I'm sick and need to go home." Bosco answered back sarcastically as he pushed his way to 55-David.
"Hey I'm not done talking to you yet Boscorelli!" Christopher yelled as he grabbed Bosco's arm. Bosco glared at him and then shook his arm free.
"Give me a Command Discipline then!" Bosco said as he got into the police cruiser.
Faith made her way to 55-David and got in. "Bosco, you okay?" She asked him softly, noticing his trembling form.
"I want to go home Faith." Bosco said instead, he could feel himself loosing control.
"Boz… " She started but he interrupted.
"Faith please just bring me to the station so I can go home." He asked, his voice pleading her.
She nodded and grabbed her radio. "Central this is 55-David, we're coming in… Officer Boscorelli is sick…"
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\-11 P.M. Bosco's Apartment Building /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Bosco stumbled up his steps. He had drunk too much at his mom's bar and had finally decided to leave before she started to ask questions, he wasn't in the talking mood tonight. Plus he didn't want anyone to know how much it hurt him that his father was dead. So he had left the bar, glad he had taken a taxi to the bar cuz he wouldn't have been able to drive his Mustang back to his apartment.
He laughed to himself as his world started to spin. He was way too drunk if he couldn't even get up one flight of stairs. He had thought things were starting to get better, but this… he didn't know how to deal with it. So he was dealing with it how he dealt with everything else, he didn't. He swallowed it down with a bottle of beer or something stronger. He let it hid until everything built up and he couldn't take it any longer, ending up with him doing something really stupid.
He had just reached the top of the stairs when a dizzy spell his him and he took a step backwards, forgetting about the stairs that were directly behind him. He lost his balance when his foot didn't meet the ground when it was supposed to and started to fall back. He barely registered the shock before he started tumbling down the stairs, his fragile body twisting at odd angles before he finally reached the bottom of the stairs.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\-11:20 Faith is right outside of Bosco's Apartment Complex/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
"Damn it Boz, you better be here!" Faith mumbled angrily as she pushed the button for Bosco's apartment.
She had central call his place a couple of times, had even called on her break or in between calls. He hadn't answered any of them. She had eventually decided to go check his mom's bar only to find out he had left around 10:30, so now she was checking his apartment. Rose obviously didn't know about her ex-husbands death, but it couldn't be much longer… Mikey was probably going to find out tomorrow morning.
She briefly wondered if Bosco would go to his funeral, who knew, she had no idea exactly what Bosco's feelings were about his father. Yesterday she would of thought he wouldn't, she often thought Bosco hated his father for what he made his whole family go through. As for today, she had no idea, with the way Bosco reacted, he obviously cared for the man… she just didn't know.
She rolled her eyes when there still was no answer and grabbed her keys out of her pocket. A while ago Bosco had given her a key to his building and Apartment, so she was planning to use it. He was probably too drunk to realize what was ringing if the bartender was right about how much he had drunken. She opened the door and gasped at what she saw. Bosco was lying at the bottom of the stairs moaning. "Bosco!" She screamed running up to him.
Sorry for the long Delay… and I really mean it I got grounded….
EVIL MOTHER =-D
My own fault though so now I'm ungrounded…
Good thing for the long delay… long chapter =-D
YEAH YEAH…. Okay bye bye I hope you Enjoyed Reading this and hope you give me a lot of Feed back
Disclaimer: Ain't mine… I've never been drunk… and I've never lived in an apartment complex where you got to ring the buzzer to get in so… sorry about any mistakes there….
What other Dungeon is so dark as ones own heart,
What jailor so inexorable as ones self?
-Nathaniel Hawthorne
Chapter 2 - In Deeper
"Hey Bosco, lets go back now, huh?" Davis said concerned for his friend. He was pale and trembling and something seemed to be wrong with his hand.
Bosco looked Davis up and down and finally nodded his head. He couldn't believe the way he had acted in front of them all… "Don't tell no one…" he asked quietly. At first he thought Davis hadn't heard him…
"Boz, your dad just died, no one will think any lower of you," he held up a hand when Bosco started to protest. "But you don't have to worry man, I won't say nothing…" he promised.
"Thanks Davis, you don't know what it means…"
"Just remember, man, you need some to talk to I'll be free, cuz I've got some idea how ya feeling." Davis offered, a bit uncomfortable.
Bosco nodded and they both headed back to the vehicles. Right now he felt emotionally drained, and had no idea how much more he could take until he had a nervous break down. As it was he had already broken down in front of he colleagues. He laughed bitterly at a thought, at least Christopher hadn't been there. The man would be draining it for all it was worth, he didn't know if he would be able to take that. The man was a real jackass.
As they turned the corner he stopped dead in his tracks, a look of horror on his face. He faintly heard Davis mutter something beside him which sounded like an 'oh shit', but he didn't care. He was in some deep shit right now, running off could not be good. He did 'not' want to deal with this or him right now, hell he didn't think he could.
"Ah, Boscorelli, nice to see you decided to come back to us!" He heard Christopher's bitter and taunting voice.
He rolled his eyes and slowly made his way to them. He really did not want 'not' to deal with Christopher's crap right now. "Yes, sir." He answered sarcastically, sub-consciously clenching his fist.
Faith watched the two of them worriedly, Christopher with his malicious grin and Bosco with his stone mask hiding any emotion he might be feeling. The tension between the two had an almost drowning effect and she could see Bosco's clenched fist begin to shake. She could feel, deep in the pit of her stomach, that this confrontation would end up disastrous but was helpless to do anything to stop it. Christopher was using his power to get revenge over something that had happened years ago. Yes it was abuse of power but there was nothing either of them could do to stop it. Years of tension and anger were coming to a peak at the worst possible time.
Sully watched with mild curiosity. He was wondering where this confrontation might lead but if Bosco's temper got the best of him he was ready to grab him before he did anything too stupid. He didn't know the whole story between the two of them but he knew Bosco had done something ot piss Christopher off, which wasn't unusual in itself.
Davis was worried that Bosco would do something that might jeopardize his career and stood right next to Bosco ready to defend him and hold him back, which ever was needed. He didn't know if Bosco had control of his emotions yet, his father had just died for crying out loud! IF he didn't and Christopher said something about his father or even family, hell even if he pushed Bosco the wrong way, Bosco just might lose it and attack Christopher, and that would most likely cause him to lose his job. He was pretty sure the Lieu would try to go easy on him, but he knew with certainty that Christopher wouldn't. He knew that if Bosco attacked Christopher he would go the whole 9 years to punish Bosco, press charges and everything just to get even with him.
"I'm gonna have to write you another Command Discipline for this one Boscorelli. You've really out done yourself this time. I mean I expect this out of a rookie but not an officer who's been on the job for 8 years. "Christopher started his lecture, with a sickeningly smug tone to it, like a little kid who was laughing at his brother after getting him in trouble. "How's this gonna look on your record? Can't be good you've had so many, this one might actually get you suspended, bad example on the rookies and all. Don't want them thinking they can run from a crime scene whenever they want, now do we?"
Bosco rolled his eyes, barely controlling his anger. If he wouldn't lose his job if he did, he would've already ripped this smug bastard a new one. "Look 'Christopher', I don't feel like dealin' with any of your crap right now. In fact I think I'm sick and need to go home." Bosco answered back sarcastically as he pushed his way to 55-David.
"Hey I'm not done talking to you yet Boscorelli!" Christopher yelled as he grabbed Bosco's arm. Bosco glared at him and then shook his arm free.
"Give me a Command Discipline then!" Bosco said as he got into the police cruiser.
Faith made her way to 55-David and got in. "Bosco, you okay?" She asked him softly, noticing his trembling form.
"I want to go home Faith." Bosco said instead, he could feel himself loosing control.
"Boz… " She started but he interrupted.
"Faith please just bring me to the station so I can go home." He asked, his voice pleading her.
She nodded and grabbed her radio. "Central this is 55-David, we're coming in… Officer Boscorelli is sick…"
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\-11 P.M. Bosco's Apartment Building /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Bosco stumbled up his steps. He had drunk too much at his mom's bar and had finally decided to leave before she started to ask questions, he wasn't in the talking mood tonight. Plus he didn't want anyone to know how much it hurt him that his father was dead. So he had left the bar, glad he had taken a taxi to the bar cuz he wouldn't have been able to drive his Mustang back to his apartment.
He laughed to himself as his world started to spin. He was way too drunk if he couldn't even get up one flight of stairs. He had thought things were starting to get better, but this… he didn't know how to deal with it. So he was dealing with it how he dealt with everything else, he didn't. He swallowed it down with a bottle of beer or something stronger. He let it hid until everything built up and he couldn't take it any longer, ending up with him doing something really stupid.
He had just reached the top of the stairs when a dizzy spell his him and he took a step backwards, forgetting about the stairs that were directly behind him. He lost his balance when his foot didn't meet the ground when it was supposed to and started to fall back. He barely registered the shock before he started tumbling down the stairs, his fragile body twisting at odd angles before he finally reached the bottom of the stairs.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\-11:20 Faith is right outside of Bosco's Apartment Complex/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/
"Damn it Boz, you better be here!" Faith mumbled angrily as she pushed the button for Bosco's apartment.
She had central call his place a couple of times, had even called on her break or in between calls. He hadn't answered any of them. She had eventually decided to go check his mom's bar only to find out he had left around 10:30, so now she was checking his apartment. Rose obviously didn't know about her ex-husbands death, but it couldn't be much longer… Mikey was probably going to find out tomorrow morning.
She briefly wondered if Bosco would go to his funeral, who knew, she had no idea exactly what Bosco's feelings were about his father. Yesterday she would of thought he wouldn't, she often thought Bosco hated his father for what he made his whole family go through. As for today, she had no idea, with the way Bosco reacted, he obviously cared for the man… she just didn't know.
She rolled her eyes when there still was no answer and grabbed her keys out of her pocket. A while ago Bosco had given her a key to his building and Apartment, so she was planning to use it. He was probably too drunk to realize what was ringing if the bartender was right about how much he had drunken. She opened the door and gasped at what she saw. Bosco was lying at the bottom of the stairs moaning. "Bosco!" She screamed running up to him.
Sorry for the long Delay… and I really mean it I got grounded….
EVIL MOTHER =-D
My own fault though so now I'm ungrounded…
Good thing for the long delay… long chapter =-D
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