Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
Rating: PG-13
Category: Bosco Angst, B/Y UST
Summary: Bosco is kidnapped and witnesses a horrific act
that he can not come to terms with. As his guilt
and silence overwhelm him, he spirals downward
into a deep depression. Can Faith get to him
before it's too late?
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership, nor do I gain any type
of compensation or reward for this story. I
write for my own personal enjoyment, and share
my writing with others who may also enjoy it.
Third Watch (c) and all registered characters belong
to NBC.
Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
(3/?)
==*==
Angel of Mercy
Recovery Ward
6:11 am
She walked up to his bed slowly, taking in all the things around
her.
He had a tube coming out of his mouth that led to a machine that
was breathing for him. His head was bandaged and there were two
IVs coming out of his arm. A soft repeating "Beep" came from
the EKG. She watched his calm heartbeat on the monitor.
He was much thinner than the last time she'd seen him-over two
weeks ago. His dark eyelids stood out from his pale face, as
did all the bruises she could see.
All she could do was thank God he was alive. Even though her
comrades had tried to be ultra-sensitive around her, she'd
overheard more than one officer mention the odds that Bos was
still alive.
She looked down on him for a long time. She slipped her hand
into his. It was so cold. She wrapped her other hand around
it.
He looked so...alien laying there. She thought back to the last
day they'd worked together. Every moment of it felt like it
was in slow motion. She could see every smile, hear every
laugh-even though some were cynical. She could hear perfectly
his "goodnight" as they walked to their cars. She hoped
it wouldn't be the last time those things happened.
A nurse walked in then, startling her out of her dream, and
Faith quickly wiped her face to hide the tears.
The nurse smiled sympathetically. She took his temperature
and changed one of the IV bags.
"It helps if you talk to him." she said quietly.
"Is he in pain?"
"No, he won't feel anything for awhile now." she smiled again.
Faith forced a smile back.
The nurse pushed a chair up behind Faith.
"Thank you."
Then Faith and Bosco were alone again.
At first it felt weird to talk to him when he wasn't talking
back, but Faith realized that now was the time to tell him
all the things that she would feel strange telling him
otherwise.
"My God, Bosco...what happened to you?" she tearily began.
"I was so worried. Everyone's been lookin' for you...
praying for you. You really scared me. I don't know what
I would do without you. I...I need you to be strong now,
I know you'll pull through this just fine, but I need you
to get through this and come back to me. I couldn't
imagine working with anyone else, Bos. You're my best
friend. You're the only one I can trust. I need you."
She laid her head down on the bed next to his hand.
"I will promise you one thing though. When I find out
who did this to you, they're gonna pay. No one hurts
my partner and lives to tell about it."
==*==
55 Station
Locker Room
7:08 am
Sully and Davis gave an impromptu briefing at roll call
for the next shift. They explained the basics of what
had happened and that they were waiting for Bosco to
wake up to find out what he knew.
They changed back into their street clothes and headed
out to the parking lot, when they walked into a huge
group of their coworkers standing in a circle, hands
outstretched toward the middle.
Those who were walking away were counting large wads
of money.
"What's going on here?" Davis stopped on of the men
with cash.
"Oh," said the man, obviously a naive rookie, "if you
placed a bet on Bosco, they're handing out the winnings."
"WHAT?!" Sullivan ripped into the crowd, pushing the
men apart. He grabbed the ringleader, an officer named
Tamrin, by the collar.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing!? Placing bets
on an officer's LIFE? What the hell kind of scumbag are
you! How DARE you make a game when one of our own is
missing!"
He pulled him, by the collar, toward the door that
lead back into the station. Sully turned around
to look at the rest of the men, some of whom were
dispersing and some of whom were not.
"The rest of you sick fucks better get your ass out of
here before I report all of you. You make me SICK."
Sully looked at each one of them with utter disgust and
contempt. They could feel him burning holes into them
with his eyes, memorizing each face.
He wouldn't forget this.
====================
END OF PART THREE (3/?)
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
Rating: PG-13
Category: Bosco Angst, B/Y UST
Summary: Bosco is kidnapped and witnesses a horrific act
that he can not come to terms with. As his guilt
and silence overwhelm him, he spirals downward
into a deep depression. Can Faith get to him
before it's too late?
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership, nor do I gain any type
of compensation or reward for this story. I
write for my own personal enjoyment, and share
my writing with others who may also enjoy it.
Third Watch (c) and all registered characters belong
to NBC.
Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
(3/?)
==*==
Angel of Mercy
Recovery Ward
6:11 am
She walked up to his bed slowly, taking in all the things around
her.
He had a tube coming out of his mouth that led to a machine that
was breathing for him. His head was bandaged and there were two
IVs coming out of his arm. A soft repeating "Beep" came from
the EKG. She watched his calm heartbeat on the monitor.
He was much thinner than the last time she'd seen him-over two
weeks ago. His dark eyelids stood out from his pale face, as
did all the bruises she could see.
All she could do was thank God he was alive. Even though her
comrades had tried to be ultra-sensitive around her, she'd
overheard more than one officer mention the odds that Bos was
still alive.
She looked down on him for a long time. She slipped her hand
into his. It was so cold. She wrapped her other hand around
it.
He looked so...alien laying there. She thought back to the last
day they'd worked together. Every moment of it felt like it
was in slow motion. She could see every smile, hear every
laugh-even though some were cynical. She could hear perfectly
his "goodnight" as they walked to their cars. She hoped
it wouldn't be the last time those things happened.
A nurse walked in then, startling her out of her dream, and
Faith quickly wiped her face to hide the tears.
The nurse smiled sympathetically. She took his temperature
and changed one of the IV bags.
"It helps if you talk to him." she said quietly.
"Is he in pain?"
"No, he won't feel anything for awhile now." she smiled again.
Faith forced a smile back.
The nurse pushed a chair up behind Faith.
"Thank you."
Then Faith and Bosco were alone again.
At first it felt weird to talk to him when he wasn't talking
back, but Faith realized that now was the time to tell him
all the things that she would feel strange telling him
otherwise.
"My God, Bosco...what happened to you?" she tearily began.
"I was so worried. Everyone's been lookin' for you...
praying for you. You really scared me. I don't know what
I would do without you. I...I need you to be strong now,
I know you'll pull through this just fine, but I need you
to get through this and come back to me. I couldn't
imagine working with anyone else, Bos. You're my best
friend. You're the only one I can trust. I need you."
She laid her head down on the bed next to his hand.
"I will promise you one thing though. When I find out
who did this to you, they're gonna pay. No one hurts
my partner and lives to tell about it."
==*==
55 Station
Locker Room
7:08 am
Sully and Davis gave an impromptu briefing at roll call
for the next shift. They explained the basics of what
had happened and that they were waiting for Bosco to
wake up to find out what he knew.
They changed back into their street clothes and headed
out to the parking lot, when they walked into a huge
group of their coworkers standing in a circle, hands
outstretched toward the middle.
Those who were walking away were counting large wads
of money.
"What's going on here?" Davis stopped on of the men
with cash.
"Oh," said the man, obviously a naive rookie, "if you
placed a bet on Bosco, they're handing out the winnings."
"WHAT?!" Sullivan ripped into the crowd, pushing the
men apart. He grabbed the ringleader, an officer named
Tamrin, by the collar.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing!? Placing bets
on an officer's LIFE? What the hell kind of scumbag are
you! How DARE you make a game when one of our own is
missing!"
He pulled him, by the collar, toward the door that
lead back into the station. Sully turned around
to look at the rest of the men, some of whom were
dispersing and some of whom were not.
"The rest of you sick fucks better get your ass out of
here before I report all of you. You make me SICK."
Sully looked at each one of them with utter disgust and
contempt. They could feel him burning holes into them
with his eyes, memorizing each face.
He wouldn't forget this.
====================
END OF PART THREE (3/?)
