On Your Own
Part 5
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ok so remember I own nothing...thanks Gauriel for the idea...hope you guys are enjoying this...sorry it has taken me so long to update. I've really had a hard time writing lately and I don't know why that is.
This is dedicated to Angie, Charm96, Dem and Madcat. You guys telling me to stick with it really did help...so...thanks.
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And remember only SOME of this stuff is actually in Manhattan's Chinatown. The street names are right and some of the store names are right, but I don't know what the stores look like!
OH and I tried to change the style up a little bit, and to try and make it less confusing ***** breaks things up so you know it's a scene change and if words are in brackets like this then they are Bosco's THOUGHTS. I had to do something to separate it so you know when he is actually talking to himself and his listening device picks it up, and when he is thinking. Did that make any sense?
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Buzzing. Buzzing. Where the hell was it coming from? Bosco lifted his head off the pillow, and looked around with tired eyes. His gaze settled on the source of the infernal noise. He slammed his hand onto the alarm clock, and then fumbled for the off switch. Finally. Quiet.
He laid his head back on the pillow. Six a.m. This is *exactly* why I don't work days. He groaned, and then threw the covers to the side, and swung his feet over the mattress and onto the floor.
It was his second morning waking up in this apartment, and it was all still so unfamiliar. He wrapped his arms around his knees, and looked around the apartment. With the dough they spent on all this stuff they could have at least bought a bed frame or somethin'. Bosco pushed himself off the mattress. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He rubbed his eyes. "Need coffee," he mumbled to himself as he headed for the kitchen.
Four cups of coffee later he dragged himself to the shower; maybe that would wake him up.
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He looked at himself in the mirror, and rubbed his chin. It had been a couple days since he had shaved. He was working on growing the goatee that he had last time he worked anti-crime. Bosco thought the facial hair made him look tougher, and perhaps a little mysterious, maybe even a little dangerous. He smiled and stroked his chin with his thumb and index finger. "The ladies will love it," he said to himself.
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Faith almost spit out her mouthful of coffee. "The ladies will love it," she repeated what she had heard Bosco say. "Wonder what the heck he's complimenting himself on *this* time."
She leaned back into the seat of the squad car. It was 7:30. Bosco would soon be leaving for his job, and she would have to be listening carefully to the radio that broadcasted everything his listening device picked up.
She had to be on her toes incase he needed help...or incase he said something else that was stupid and conceited that she could use against him later.
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Bosco looked at his work shirt for a moment as he got ready to put it on, but there was something about it that just wasn't...him. He held the shirt up. A smile spread across his lips. He had figured out what was wrong with the shirt. Bosco made quick work of ripping off the sleeves. He put the now sleeveless shirt on, and walked over to look in the mirror. He smiled at his reflection, flexed his biceps and nodded his head in satisfaction.
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Faith watched as Bosco approached Fee Auto Repair. As he got closer to the shop he looked over in the direction of her RMP. He gave her a "hello nod", and she had to stop herself from giving him a wave. It was day three for her in Chinatown, and only day two for Bosco, but she missed having him in the seat next to her.
She continued to watch him as he got closer and closer to the shop. She watched as he took off his jean jacket before ducking inside the building revealing his newly designed work shirt.
"Nice shirt," Faith couldn't contain the chuckle that escaped her lips. "Please tell me that isn't what you think the ladies will love."
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Park and Chen were all ready at work when Bosco got there. "Hey guys what's up?!"
Chen turned around, and Bosco noticed he had a black eye. "Ouch," Bosco said out of the corner of his mouth. "What happened to you?" He asked as he pointed at Chen's eye. "Rough night with your main squeeze?" he joked. "She must have one hell of a left hook."
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"Oh Bosco, shut up," Faith groaned as she listened in.
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Chen didn't look too amused. Bosco smiled. "Hey man I'm just messin' with ya." He glanced at park and his eye caught the white bandage on the man's forearm with what looked to be a small spot of blood on it. Bosco directed his attention back to Chen. "Seriously man, what happened?"
He shrugged. "Just a little bar fight. No big deal."
Bosco nodded. "Yeah I've been in my share of those."
Park looked from to Chen to Bosco, and raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" He and Chen wanted to get to know their new co-worker a little better.
Bosco hung up his jacket. "yeah. Back in Buffalo I got into my share of trouble. Few fights. A few more arrests. Little time in jail," he looked around behind him. "Don't tell the boss though. He doesn't know."
The two men nodded. "Your secret is safe with us."
"Good. Good. Cause I can't afford to get fired."
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Faith basically sat in the car all day. Every so often she'd drive around the area, but always coming back to park some place where she could keep an eye on the auto repair shop. She was going to make sure she talked to Reyes sometime in the next couple of days. It seemed kind of dumb to her to be wearing her uniform and sitting in a marked squad car when the only police work she was supposed to be doing was listening to the broadcast from Bosco's listening device, and keeping tabs on him.
She'd had a lot of time to think about the situation, and felt that somebody would more than likely get suspicious of a cop who basically did nothing. Plain clothes and unmarked cars would make a lot more sense.
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Park turned the key, and the engine purred. Chen shook his head in disbelief. "Damn Jase. You are one *hell* of a mechanic."
Bosco shut the hood of the car, and wiped his hands on the red shop rag he had been carrying in his back pocket. A grin was tattooed on his face. "It's nuthin'."
"No, seriously man" Park said as he got out of the car. "We've been workin' on this car for days, and couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. I'm impressed."
"Well, I try," he replied as he looked at the clock. "Hey it's just about quittin' time." He started to clean up his tools when an idea came to him. He turned back to the two other men. "You guys know of any good gyms around here? I wanna start working out again, but don't know where to go."
"Yeah, actually there's a place over on Mott Street run by an old Chinese family. They let us and some of our guys use the place after hours for no charge," explained Chen.
"Are you serious?! Man that's a good deal."
"You wanna meet us there tonight?" asked Park. "We can introduce you to some of the guys."
Bosco's stomach fluttered with nervousness and a hint of excitement. This could be his chance to meet the Fuk Ching. "I'm in. Just tell me where and when."
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Sully looked at Ty. "Mott Street. Looks like Bosco's gonna get his first real test tonight."
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Bosco turned on the shower, and placed his listening device in its box on the edge of the sink. He shut the door and walked out into the living room area where he dialed his cell phone, and waited for Faith to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me."
"I really need to get caller ID," she joked.
"That hurts Faith," he replied with a grin. "So how was your day?" He asked as he settled into the couch.
"Lets see. I went to work this morning and then from seven to three I basically just listened to everything you said and sat across from the garage." She chuckled softly. "And normally this is where I'd ask how your day was, but I was pretty much there, so I don't think I need a recap."
"Well you didn't hear the exciting stuff."
She sat up a little straighter in her chair, and clutched the phone tighter. "What exciting stuff?"
"Tonight's my first visit to Mott Street. Gonna meet some of the boys and go lift weights."
"You think these guys, Chen and Park, are part of the Fuk Ching?"
He shrugged before speaking. "I don't know. I mean Chen was sportin' a nice shiner, and Park had a bloody looking bandage on his arm. Said it was a bar fight."
"Yeah I heard. You think there's something more to it?"
"I don't know," he paused, "but yeah, maybe."
"Well just be careful. OK?"
"You know me."
"Like I said, be careful."
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Bosco was once again standing in front of the mirror. He had a feeling he and this mirror were going to become really good friends. Every time he got ready to leave the apartment he wanted to make sure he looked like Jase and not Bosco. He wasn't really sure what the difference was yet, but he'd know it if he saw it.
He looked at his reflection. Black Nike wind pants. White sleeveless Nike t-shirt. And he held a Carolina blue hooded Nike sweatshirt in his hand. "Does the NYPD have some kind of contract with Nike or somethin'?"
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"If they do I want in on it," Davis replied. Sully looked at his partner. "What? What?! It's not like you're talking to me or anything."
"Oh so you're gonna have one-sided conversations with Boscorelli all night?"
"I don't know," Davis shrugged. "Maybe."
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Wonder if I should take my gun? He took it out of the kitchen cupboard where he had been hiding it. Bosco ran his hand over the shiny silver barrel. Nah, probably shouldn't. He placed it back in the cupboard.
He sat on the desk chair, and started to pull on his Nike cross trainers. Bosco shook his head. They must have my shoe size on file. Damn, Reyes probably knows more about me than I do.
Bosco pulled the apartment door shut, and locked it with his key. He stuck his finger in his ear to make sure he had put the listening device back in his ear after talking to Faith a few hours earlier. He was starting to get used to it, and sometimes couldn't even tell if he had it in.
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"Dammit! I wish he wouldn't do that!" Sully roared as the loud static noise came over the radio when Bosco touched his earpiece.
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Bosco decided to jog over to the gym for a little warm-up. When he got there Chen and Park were waiting for him. "What's up Jase?" Chen and Bosco slapped hands.
"Not much," Bosco said; a little out of breath from running.
"You ran all the way over here?" questioned Park with a raised eyebrow. Bosco nodded. "You some kind of health nut or something?"
Bosco shook his head and smiled. "Far from it. But the honeys love a man with stamina if ya know what I mean."
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"That's my boy," hooted Davis with a grin.
"Oh for the love of God! I swear Davis when we're all back at the 5-5 you and Boscorelli can work together, and I'll ride with Yokas."
"Man what is with you?" Davis chuckled.
"Guys like Bosco. Guys like you. Enjoying comments like that. 'The honeys love a man with stamina.'" Sully shook his head. "It's sickening."
"It's a joke. It's just a line. Lighten up." He turned back to watch Bosco where he stood down the street with Chen and Park. He straightened up and pointed. "Their goin' inside."
Part 5
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ok so remember I own nothing...thanks Gauriel for the idea...hope you guys are enjoying this...sorry it has taken me so long to update. I've really had a hard time writing lately and I don't know why that is.
This is dedicated to Angie, Charm96, Dem and Madcat. You guys telling me to stick with it really did help...so...thanks.
*****
And remember only SOME of this stuff is actually in Manhattan's Chinatown. The street names are right and some of the store names are right, but I don't know what the stores look like!
OH and I tried to change the style up a little bit, and to try and make it less confusing ***** breaks things up so you know it's a scene change and if words are in brackets like this then they are Bosco's THOUGHTS. I had to do something to separate it so you know when he is actually talking to himself and his listening device picks it up, and when he is thinking. Did that make any sense?
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Buzzing. Buzzing. Where the hell was it coming from? Bosco lifted his head off the pillow, and looked around with tired eyes. His gaze settled on the source of the infernal noise. He slammed his hand onto the alarm clock, and then fumbled for the off switch. Finally. Quiet.
He laid his head back on the pillow. Six a.m. This is *exactly* why I don't work days. He groaned, and then threw the covers to the side, and swung his feet over the mattress and onto the floor.
It was his second morning waking up in this apartment, and it was all still so unfamiliar. He wrapped his arms around his knees, and looked around the apartment. With the dough they spent on all this stuff they could have at least bought a bed frame or somethin'. Bosco pushed himself off the mattress. He stretched his arms over his head and yawned. He rubbed his eyes. "Need coffee," he mumbled to himself as he headed for the kitchen.
Four cups of coffee later he dragged himself to the shower; maybe that would wake him up.
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He looked at himself in the mirror, and rubbed his chin. It had been a couple days since he had shaved. He was working on growing the goatee that he had last time he worked anti-crime. Bosco thought the facial hair made him look tougher, and perhaps a little mysterious, maybe even a little dangerous. He smiled and stroked his chin with his thumb and index finger. "The ladies will love it," he said to himself.
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Faith almost spit out her mouthful of coffee. "The ladies will love it," she repeated what she had heard Bosco say. "Wonder what the heck he's complimenting himself on *this* time."
She leaned back into the seat of the squad car. It was 7:30. Bosco would soon be leaving for his job, and she would have to be listening carefully to the radio that broadcasted everything his listening device picked up.
She had to be on her toes incase he needed help...or incase he said something else that was stupid and conceited that she could use against him later.
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Bosco looked at his work shirt for a moment as he got ready to put it on, but there was something about it that just wasn't...him. He held the shirt up. A smile spread across his lips. He had figured out what was wrong with the shirt. Bosco made quick work of ripping off the sleeves. He put the now sleeveless shirt on, and walked over to look in the mirror. He smiled at his reflection, flexed his biceps and nodded his head in satisfaction.
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Faith watched as Bosco approached Fee Auto Repair. As he got closer to the shop he looked over in the direction of her RMP. He gave her a "hello nod", and she had to stop herself from giving him a wave. It was day three for her in Chinatown, and only day two for Bosco, but she missed having him in the seat next to her.
She continued to watch him as he got closer and closer to the shop. She watched as he took off his jean jacket before ducking inside the building revealing his newly designed work shirt.
"Nice shirt," Faith couldn't contain the chuckle that escaped her lips. "Please tell me that isn't what you think the ladies will love."
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Park and Chen were all ready at work when Bosco got there. "Hey guys what's up?!"
Chen turned around, and Bosco noticed he had a black eye. "Ouch," Bosco said out of the corner of his mouth. "What happened to you?" He asked as he pointed at Chen's eye. "Rough night with your main squeeze?" he joked. "She must have one hell of a left hook."
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"Oh Bosco, shut up," Faith groaned as she listened in.
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Chen didn't look too amused. Bosco smiled. "Hey man I'm just messin' with ya." He glanced at park and his eye caught the white bandage on the man's forearm with what looked to be a small spot of blood on it. Bosco directed his attention back to Chen. "Seriously man, what happened?"
He shrugged. "Just a little bar fight. No big deal."
Bosco nodded. "Yeah I've been in my share of those."
Park looked from to Chen to Bosco, and raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" He and Chen wanted to get to know their new co-worker a little better.
Bosco hung up his jacket. "yeah. Back in Buffalo I got into my share of trouble. Few fights. A few more arrests. Little time in jail," he looked around behind him. "Don't tell the boss though. He doesn't know."
The two men nodded. "Your secret is safe with us."
"Good. Good. Cause I can't afford to get fired."
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Faith basically sat in the car all day. Every so often she'd drive around the area, but always coming back to park some place where she could keep an eye on the auto repair shop. She was going to make sure she talked to Reyes sometime in the next couple of days. It seemed kind of dumb to her to be wearing her uniform and sitting in a marked squad car when the only police work she was supposed to be doing was listening to the broadcast from Bosco's listening device, and keeping tabs on him.
She'd had a lot of time to think about the situation, and felt that somebody would more than likely get suspicious of a cop who basically did nothing. Plain clothes and unmarked cars would make a lot more sense.
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Park turned the key, and the engine purred. Chen shook his head in disbelief. "Damn Jase. You are one *hell* of a mechanic."
Bosco shut the hood of the car, and wiped his hands on the red shop rag he had been carrying in his back pocket. A grin was tattooed on his face. "It's nuthin'."
"No, seriously man" Park said as he got out of the car. "We've been workin' on this car for days, and couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. I'm impressed."
"Well, I try," he replied as he looked at the clock. "Hey it's just about quittin' time." He started to clean up his tools when an idea came to him. He turned back to the two other men. "You guys know of any good gyms around here? I wanna start working out again, but don't know where to go."
"Yeah, actually there's a place over on Mott Street run by an old Chinese family. They let us and some of our guys use the place after hours for no charge," explained Chen.
"Are you serious?! Man that's a good deal."
"You wanna meet us there tonight?" asked Park. "We can introduce you to some of the guys."
Bosco's stomach fluttered with nervousness and a hint of excitement. This could be his chance to meet the Fuk Ching. "I'm in. Just tell me where and when."
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Sully looked at Ty. "Mott Street. Looks like Bosco's gonna get his first real test tonight."
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Bosco turned on the shower, and placed his listening device in its box on the edge of the sink. He shut the door and walked out into the living room area where he dialed his cell phone, and waited for Faith to answer.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's me."
"I really need to get caller ID," she joked.
"That hurts Faith," he replied with a grin. "So how was your day?" He asked as he settled into the couch.
"Lets see. I went to work this morning and then from seven to three I basically just listened to everything you said and sat across from the garage." She chuckled softly. "And normally this is where I'd ask how your day was, but I was pretty much there, so I don't think I need a recap."
"Well you didn't hear the exciting stuff."
She sat up a little straighter in her chair, and clutched the phone tighter. "What exciting stuff?"
"Tonight's my first visit to Mott Street. Gonna meet some of the boys and go lift weights."
"You think these guys, Chen and Park, are part of the Fuk Ching?"
He shrugged before speaking. "I don't know. I mean Chen was sportin' a nice shiner, and Park had a bloody looking bandage on his arm. Said it was a bar fight."
"Yeah I heard. You think there's something more to it?"
"I don't know," he paused, "but yeah, maybe."
"Well just be careful. OK?"
"You know me."
"Like I said, be careful."
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Bosco was once again standing in front of the mirror. He had a feeling he and this mirror were going to become really good friends. Every time he got ready to leave the apartment he wanted to make sure he looked like Jase and not Bosco. He wasn't really sure what the difference was yet, but he'd know it if he saw it.
He looked at his reflection. Black Nike wind pants. White sleeveless Nike t-shirt. And he held a Carolina blue hooded Nike sweatshirt in his hand. "Does the NYPD have some kind of contract with Nike or somethin'?"
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"If they do I want in on it," Davis replied. Sully looked at his partner. "What? What?! It's not like you're talking to me or anything."
"Oh so you're gonna have one-sided conversations with Boscorelli all night?"
"I don't know," Davis shrugged. "Maybe."
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Wonder if I should take my gun? He took it out of the kitchen cupboard where he had been hiding it. Bosco ran his hand over the shiny silver barrel. Nah, probably shouldn't. He placed it back in the cupboard.
He sat on the desk chair, and started to pull on his Nike cross trainers. Bosco shook his head. They must have my shoe size on file. Damn, Reyes probably knows more about me than I do.
Bosco pulled the apartment door shut, and locked it with his key. He stuck his finger in his ear to make sure he had put the listening device back in his ear after talking to Faith a few hours earlier. He was starting to get used to it, and sometimes couldn't even tell if he had it in.
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"Dammit! I wish he wouldn't do that!" Sully roared as the loud static noise came over the radio when Bosco touched his earpiece.
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Bosco decided to jog over to the gym for a little warm-up. When he got there Chen and Park were waiting for him. "What's up Jase?" Chen and Bosco slapped hands.
"Not much," Bosco said; a little out of breath from running.
"You ran all the way over here?" questioned Park with a raised eyebrow. Bosco nodded. "You some kind of health nut or something?"
Bosco shook his head and smiled. "Far from it. But the honeys love a man with stamina if ya know what I mean."
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"That's my boy," hooted Davis with a grin.
"Oh for the love of God! I swear Davis when we're all back at the 5-5 you and Boscorelli can work together, and I'll ride with Yokas."
"Man what is with you?" Davis chuckled.
"Guys like Bosco. Guys like you. Enjoying comments like that. 'The honeys love a man with stamina.'" Sully shook his head. "It's sickening."
"It's a joke. It's just a line. Lighten up." He turned back to watch Bosco where he stood down the street with Chen and Park. He straightened up and pointed. "Their goin' inside."