It's All In the Family
By Ceramac24
CHAPTER THREE
Bosco was sitting on the couch in the living room of his apartment, beer in hand, listening to the phone ring. He decided to let the machine get it. After all, it was probably his mother and he wasn't in the mood to explain what happened earlier tonight. The machine picked up and he heard his priceless message; it never failed to make him smile. Suddenly a voice he expected to be his mothers filled the room; it was Julie.
"Maurice?" she said. "Maurice, if you're there, pick up the phone…please pick up."
Bosco just stared at the phone while she left the message and her number of where she could be reached. He had lost all interest in his beer now. He got up and walked over to the living room window. He had a great view of the city from his apartment. He loved looking out at it when he was trying to think. What the hell was Julie trying to prove, he asked himself. Did she think this was going to be one of those Brady Bunch reunions?
He went to his room and pulled his free-weights out from under the bed. He needed to do a little physical exercise to take his mind off of things. By the time he was finished, 2 hours later, he was drenched with sweat. Grabbing a towel, he laid down on his couch, telling himself he was only going to shut his eyes for a moment. Next thing he knew, he was fast asleep.
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The next day had been as busy as can be. They had call, after call, after call, during the first hour. By the second hour, Bosco and Faith knew it was going to be one of those days.
"Pull the car over here." Faith said. They were on 7th Street, just outside Tallie's grocer and convenience store. Bosco did and then immediately wished he hadn't when he realized where he was; just outside Julie's apartment. "What are we stopping here for?" he asked.
Faith got out of the car and then leaned into the open window. "Girl stuff." she said, nonchalantly. "I don't wanna know." Bosco said, throwing up his hands. He really hoped that Julie didn't walk out here and recognize him in the car. That was the last thing he needed on a day like today.
He had woken up on the couch around 4 AM this morning, unable to think of anything but her and their situation. He wasn't ready to forgive and forget. It still hurt too much. Yeah, it might have been ages ago, but it still burned in his memory and controlled his pride. He had gotten out of the RMP to stretch his legs when the one thing he didn't want to happen, did in fact happen.
"Bos, someone's looking for you." Faith said, exiting the store, with Julie right behind her. Julie had come up to her in the store as Faith was in line and asked if she knew an Officer Boscorelli. Faith had told her he was right outside. Julie has introduced herself after that, as Bosco's cousin.
"Maurice, I--" Julie started. She broke off, unable to think of anything to say. She had been unprepared for this meeting, but she wasn't about to let it pass her by.
"I'm working Julie." Bosco said, walking around to the driver's side of the RMP. "Shouldn't you be doing the same? After all, if you don't get your job done the world's gonna fall apart, right?"
"I didn't say that Maurice."
"Not in so many words." he said, slamming the door and throwing the car in drive. 55-David sped off, tires squealing; dust whirling in the air and then falling softly to the ground. It left Julie standing there, feeling like a fool. Who was she kidding, she thought. This family relationship was over years ago, so why was she even trying to repair it? She went back inside and grabbed the dinner that Tallie had made for her and Sarah and brought it upstairs.
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"Don't you think that was a little rude?" Faith said. She popped one of her fries into her mouth. They had stopped for dinner at one of their usual places.
"Don't I think what was rude?" Bosco said between bites. There hadn't been a slow moment today, and he was starving.
"Speeding off like that today, leaving your cousin just standing there."
"You obviously haven't heard our history," said Bosco.
"55-David to Central." came the call over the radio. Bosco groaned. "Can't a guy even eat!" he said, grabbing his walkie. "This is 55-David."
"Sorry to break up dinner, but we got a complaint of a harassment in progress down on 10th."
"55-David 10-4." Bosco said. He threw down his napkins and some bills for their dinner. "I got it this time Faith." They grabbed their hats and jumped in the RMP. Sirens flashing, they were off.
They reached 10th to find a girl, looking to be in her early twenties, being followed by an older man, with a very thick build; his name was Jerry. Jerry was a mentally disabled adult, who lived in a brownstone just around the corner with his caretaker. The house had belonged to his family, but when they died, he inherited it, along with round-the-clock supervision. This was how his family would always know he was taken care of; and not put into a group home. Jerry was also one of 55's regulars. When his caretaker brings him outside for some fresh air, he sometimes wanders off, roaming the streets of his neighborhood. Someone of the 55th Precinct finds him, usually from a complaint such as this, and brings him home.
Bosco parked the RMP on the side of the road. He and Faith exited the car and walked over to them. "Jerry!" Faith said. "What do you think you're doing?" She took him over to the side to talk to him. Bosco got the story straight from the girl. "What's your name?"
"Lynn." she said, her arms full with groceries. "What happened?" Bosco asked.
"I was coming back from the grocer down on 7th and he started following me, asking me questions."
"What kind of questions?"
"He asked if I would be his friend, and told me that I had nice eyes," she said. "It just freaked me out, so I called 911 on my cell at 8th Street."
"Don't worry, he won't bother you again. We'll see that he gets back home." Bosco said. He turned to look at Faith putting Jerry into the back of the RMP.
"Home?" Lynn asked.
"Yeah, he lives right around the corner. Him and his caretaker." he said. Lynn didn't look too pleased with the fact that her harasser was going to walk off scot-free. "Listen," Bosco said. "He does this every once in a while. If you didn't notice, he's a little slow."
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious." she said, sarcastically.
"I'm just saying that we bring him home and then he behaves himself for a while. There's not a whole lot more we can do!" Bosco said. Lynn just rolled her eyes. "Look, if you want to file a formal complaint, you have the right to do so. But believe me, it's going to be a huge waste of your time."
Lynn smiled a sarcastic thank you and turned around and continued her walk home, groceries in hand. Bosco joined Faith, already in the RMP, to take Jerry back home. They walked him up the steps to his brownstone and knocked on the door. No one answered.
"Is Susan there?" Faith asked Jerry, referring to his caretaker.
"I don't know."
"See if the door's open." Bosco said. Faith tried them and they were. They brought Jerry inside. It usually was a handsome house, very open and welcoming. Today, it looked like someone hadn't cleaned it in weeks. They placed Jerry on the sofa. Faith bent down so that she was eye level with him. "Now, Jerry, I want you to behave yourself and don't go wandering off anymore, ok?"
Jerry fidgeted and finally nodded his head. Bosco and Faith turned and walked out the door, shutting it behind them. "Wonder where Susan was?" Faith asked. "That place was a mess."
"If she's smart, she found a job far away from that nutcase!" Bosco said. They got into the RMP and resumed their shift.
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About an hour later, Bosco and Faith happened to be driving down 7th again. Something on the sidewalk caught Bosco's eye and he slowed the car down a bit. "What's wrong?" Faith asked.
"I don't believe this!" Bosco said, stopping the car at the next corner, just outside Tallie's Grocer. He ran over to where Jerry seemed to be bothering another girl...his cousin Julie.
"What'd we tell you earlier about bothering girls, Jerry?" Bosco said, coming between Jerry and Julie. "I tell you this over and over. You'd think sooner or later, it'd catch up with that slow mind of yours." Bosco said, tapping Jerry's forehead with his index finger.
Jerry backed away. "I wasn't...bothering her…Off…Officer." Jerry stammered. Bosco noticed he usually did this when they were confronting him. "I was just…just talking to…to her." Jerry looked at Julie, who was talking over what happened to Faith.
"She...she has nice eyes." Bosco rolled his eyes at this usual phrase. "I thought she could…could be my…my friend." Jerry continued. He kept looking past Bosco at Faith and Julie.
"All right Jerry," Bosco started, getting in Jerry's face. "Why don't you be on your way?" he said, giving Jerry a little push in the opposite direction. "She ain't gonna be your friend today!"
Jerry turned and walked up the street, looking back at them several times. "AND NO MORE BOTHERING GIRLS!" Bosco yelled as Jerry disappeared around the corner.
"My hero," Julie said, her and Faith coming up behind him. "Couldn't you have done something? He was really kind of creepy."
"Nah," Bosco said. "He's just a little mental, that's all."
"What he means," Faith said, "Is that Jerry is mentally disabled."
"Isn't that what I just said?" Bosco asked Faith, getting defensive.
Ignoring her partner, Faith went on. "We usually give him a warning and send him on his way. He stops for a while, but it's hard, you know? You can't arrest a guy for literally not knowing any better."
"Isn't he in a home or something?" Julie asked.
"He's got a caretaker in the house he lives in, but we haven't seen that much of her lately. She might have found work elsewhere. She was a young nurse out of Mercy."
"Still," Julie said, shivering. "There was something about him that creeped me out."
"A night in jail is the longest he'd be off the streets." Bosco said. "For someone who claims she's all grown up, you're being such a baby. He's harmless…"
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CHAPTER FOUR is right around the corner!!
By Ceramac24
CHAPTER THREE
Bosco was sitting on the couch in the living room of his apartment, beer in hand, listening to the phone ring. He decided to let the machine get it. After all, it was probably his mother and he wasn't in the mood to explain what happened earlier tonight. The machine picked up and he heard his priceless message; it never failed to make him smile. Suddenly a voice he expected to be his mothers filled the room; it was Julie.
"Maurice?" she said. "Maurice, if you're there, pick up the phone…please pick up."
Bosco just stared at the phone while she left the message and her number of where she could be reached. He had lost all interest in his beer now. He got up and walked over to the living room window. He had a great view of the city from his apartment. He loved looking out at it when he was trying to think. What the hell was Julie trying to prove, he asked himself. Did she think this was going to be one of those Brady Bunch reunions?
He went to his room and pulled his free-weights out from under the bed. He needed to do a little physical exercise to take his mind off of things. By the time he was finished, 2 hours later, he was drenched with sweat. Grabbing a towel, he laid down on his couch, telling himself he was only going to shut his eyes for a moment. Next thing he knew, he was fast asleep.
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The next day had been as busy as can be. They had call, after call, after call, during the first hour. By the second hour, Bosco and Faith knew it was going to be one of those days.
"Pull the car over here." Faith said. They were on 7th Street, just outside Tallie's grocer and convenience store. Bosco did and then immediately wished he hadn't when he realized where he was; just outside Julie's apartment. "What are we stopping here for?" he asked.
Faith got out of the car and then leaned into the open window. "Girl stuff." she said, nonchalantly. "I don't wanna know." Bosco said, throwing up his hands. He really hoped that Julie didn't walk out here and recognize him in the car. That was the last thing he needed on a day like today.
He had woken up on the couch around 4 AM this morning, unable to think of anything but her and their situation. He wasn't ready to forgive and forget. It still hurt too much. Yeah, it might have been ages ago, but it still burned in his memory and controlled his pride. He had gotten out of the RMP to stretch his legs when the one thing he didn't want to happen, did in fact happen.
"Bos, someone's looking for you." Faith said, exiting the store, with Julie right behind her. Julie had come up to her in the store as Faith was in line and asked if she knew an Officer Boscorelli. Faith had told her he was right outside. Julie has introduced herself after that, as Bosco's cousin.
"Maurice, I--" Julie started. She broke off, unable to think of anything to say. She had been unprepared for this meeting, but she wasn't about to let it pass her by.
"I'm working Julie." Bosco said, walking around to the driver's side of the RMP. "Shouldn't you be doing the same? After all, if you don't get your job done the world's gonna fall apart, right?"
"I didn't say that Maurice."
"Not in so many words." he said, slamming the door and throwing the car in drive. 55-David sped off, tires squealing; dust whirling in the air and then falling softly to the ground. It left Julie standing there, feeling like a fool. Who was she kidding, she thought. This family relationship was over years ago, so why was she even trying to repair it? She went back inside and grabbed the dinner that Tallie had made for her and Sarah and brought it upstairs.
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"Don't you think that was a little rude?" Faith said. She popped one of her fries into her mouth. They had stopped for dinner at one of their usual places.
"Don't I think what was rude?" Bosco said between bites. There hadn't been a slow moment today, and he was starving.
"Speeding off like that today, leaving your cousin just standing there."
"You obviously haven't heard our history," said Bosco.
"55-David to Central." came the call over the radio. Bosco groaned. "Can't a guy even eat!" he said, grabbing his walkie. "This is 55-David."
"Sorry to break up dinner, but we got a complaint of a harassment in progress down on 10th."
"55-David 10-4." Bosco said. He threw down his napkins and some bills for their dinner. "I got it this time Faith." They grabbed their hats and jumped in the RMP. Sirens flashing, they were off.
They reached 10th to find a girl, looking to be in her early twenties, being followed by an older man, with a very thick build; his name was Jerry. Jerry was a mentally disabled adult, who lived in a brownstone just around the corner with his caretaker. The house had belonged to his family, but when they died, he inherited it, along with round-the-clock supervision. This was how his family would always know he was taken care of; and not put into a group home. Jerry was also one of 55's regulars. When his caretaker brings him outside for some fresh air, he sometimes wanders off, roaming the streets of his neighborhood. Someone of the 55th Precinct finds him, usually from a complaint such as this, and brings him home.
Bosco parked the RMP on the side of the road. He and Faith exited the car and walked over to them. "Jerry!" Faith said. "What do you think you're doing?" She took him over to the side to talk to him. Bosco got the story straight from the girl. "What's your name?"
"Lynn." she said, her arms full with groceries. "What happened?" Bosco asked.
"I was coming back from the grocer down on 7th and he started following me, asking me questions."
"What kind of questions?"
"He asked if I would be his friend, and told me that I had nice eyes," she said. "It just freaked me out, so I called 911 on my cell at 8th Street."
"Don't worry, he won't bother you again. We'll see that he gets back home." Bosco said. He turned to look at Faith putting Jerry into the back of the RMP.
"Home?" Lynn asked.
"Yeah, he lives right around the corner. Him and his caretaker." he said. Lynn didn't look too pleased with the fact that her harasser was going to walk off scot-free. "Listen," Bosco said. "He does this every once in a while. If you didn't notice, he's a little slow."
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious." she said, sarcastically.
"I'm just saying that we bring him home and then he behaves himself for a while. There's not a whole lot more we can do!" Bosco said. Lynn just rolled her eyes. "Look, if you want to file a formal complaint, you have the right to do so. But believe me, it's going to be a huge waste of your time."
Lynn smiled a sarcastic thank you and turned around and continued her walk home, groceries in hand. Bosco joined Faith, already in the RMP, to take Jerry back home. They walked him up the steps to his brownstone and knocked on the door. No one answered.
"Is Susan there?" Faith asked Jerry, referring to his caretaker.
"I don't know."
"See if the door's open." Bosco said. Faith tried them and they were. They brought Jerry inside. It usually was a handsome house, very open and welcoming. Today, it looked like someone hadn't cleaned it in weeks. They placed Jerry on the sofa. Faith bent down so that she was eye level with him. "Now, Jerry, I want you to behave yourself and don't go wandering off anymore, ok?"
Jerry fidgeted and finally nodded his head. Bosco and Faith turned and walked out the door, shutting it behind them. "Wonder where Susan was?" Faith asked. "That place was a mess."
"If she's smart, she found a job far away from that nutcase!" Bosco said. They got into the RMP and resumed their shift.
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About an hour later, Bosco and Faith happened to be driving down 7th again. Something on the sidewalk caught Bosco's eye and he slowed the car down a bit. "What's wrong?" Faith asked.
"I don't believe this!" Bosco said, stopping the car at the next corner, just outside Tallie's Grocer. He ran over to where Jerry seemed to be bothering another girl...his cousin Julie.
"What'd we tell you earlier about bothering girls, Jerry?" Bosco said, coming between Jerry and Julie. "I tell you this over and over. You'd think sooner or later, it'd catch up with that slow mind of yours." Bosco said, tapping Jerry's forehead with his index finger.
Jerry backed away. "I wasn't...bothering her…Off…Officer." Jerry stammered. Bosco noticed he usually did this when they were confronting him. "I was just…just talking to…to her." Jerry looked at Julie, who was talking over what happened to Faith.
"She...she has nice eyes." Bosco rolled his eyes at this usual phrase. "I thought she could…could be my…my friend." Jerry continued. He kept looking past Bosco at Faith and Julie.
"All right Jerry," Bosco started, getting in Jerry's face. "Why don't you be on your way?" he said, giving Jerry a little push in the opposite direction. "She ain't gonna be your friend today!"
Jerry turned and walked up the street, looking back at them several times. "AND NO MORE BOTHERING GIRLS!" Bosco yelled as Jerry disappeared around the corner.
"My hero," Julie said, her and Faith coming up behind him. "Couldn't you have done something? He was really kind of creepy."
"Nah," Bosco said. "He's just a little mental, that's all."
"What he means," Faith said, "Is that Jerry is mentally disabled."
"Isn't that what I just said?" Bosco asked Faith, getting defensive.
Ignoring her partner, Faith went on. "We usually give him a warning and send him on his way. He stops for a while, but it's hard, you know? You can't arrest a guy for literally not knowing any better."
"Isn't he in a home or something?" Julie asked.
"He's got a caretaker in the house he lives in, but we haven't seen that much of her lately. She might have found work elsewhere. She was a young nurse out of Mercy."
"Still," Julie said, shivering. "There was something about him that creeped me out."
"A night in jail is the longest he'd be off the streets." Bosco said. "For someone who claims she's all grown up, you're being such a baby. He's harmless…"
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CHAPTER FOUR is right around the corner!!