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
(4/?)
==*==
Location Unknown
She woke up on the floor, feeling like she had been hit by a ton of bricks.
She was laying at the foot of the stairs, her right leg bent at a nasty
angle. Disoriented, she took a minute to clear her head, which was
throbbing badly. The front door was slightly open beside her.
Ricardo must've forgotten to close it as he stumbled out. She remembered
giving him his hit last night. It was payday.
She closed her eyes and relaxed, when it came back to her. Her prisoner
upstairs. She'd better check to make sure she hadn't killed him yet.
Maybe she had. She couldn't remember.
Standing proved to her that her leg was broken. She had to lean all of
her weight on the railing to get up the stairs, and it took her quite a
while. It didn't occur to her to question how, when, or why she had
fallen, she just accepted that she woke up with a bump on the head
and a broken leg.
She opened the door to the room, not at all prepared for what she saw.
The bed was empty, the metal headboard twisted and broken, allowing the
restraints to come free. She could see them laying on the bed.
'He must've pulled the headboard apart, then cut the ropes off.' she thought.
She couldn't believe he could've done that. It was a sturdy, heavy
aluminum headboard. Ricardo and she had made sure it wouldn't break easily.
Blood was everywhere.
She gasped when she saw Ricardo, laying in a pool of his own blood.
The metal folding chair was on the floor next to him, one leg dented.
She checked his pulse and swore. Ricardo was dead.
Then she realized it. She must've given Boscorelli the PCP meant for her
and taken the seditive herself. The bottles looked the same...they must've
gotten mixed up. That would explain the sudden amount of strength in
the half-dead Boscorelli.
"He probably broke his hands getting out of those ropes."
She started to laugh. A laugh which started softly, but turned into a
sickening screaming-cackle.
She touched the bloodstains on the bed. Oh, well. She had done what she
needed to for now. All that was left was Officer Boscorelli's death.
That could wait awhile.
==*==
4 days later
Angel of Mercy
Recovery Ward
3:27 pm
4 days after he was admitted, Bosco came back to conciousness. Faith had
been there, sitting next to him, watching tv but not really seeing it.
She was trying to add what evidence they had in her mind, but finding no
conclusions.
Blood tests had been run on Bosco's shirt, and though most of it was Bosco's,
they discovered a sample from another person, but it was unidentifiable.
The gashes on Bosco's shoulders and stomach were numbers, and they formed
a "u" shape from one shoulder, down to his stomach, then up to the other
shoulder. 4671287. Was it a liscence plate? A phone number? Some type
of code? Faith bit her lip. The world was a horrid place, full of horrid
people.
She continued to think about numeric strings of 7 when she felt his
hand move in hers.
After a few moments, he began to move his head a little, and Faith
held her breath. His eyes fluttered open and she breathed.
Bosco blinked a couple times, trying to focus on his surroundings, and the
confused look on his face turned to horror as he flashed back to the last
memories he had. He didn't see her.
He tried to squirm into a sitting position, when she spoke to him:
"Hey, settle down there, partner!" She put her hand on his forearm and
he pulled away quickly, as if he had been burned.
He looked at her, cringing and disoriented.
"It's me, Faith" she said quietly, hurt. "Bosco, do you know where you
are?"
He looked at her, his expression one of complete disbelief.
"Faith?" he whispered. His eyes were wide, and she smiled nervously.
Why would he be shocked she was there?
"Yeah, Bosco it's me. Do you know where you are?"
He looked around hesitantly.
"No."
"You're at Angel of Mercy. You got here four days ago. You've been
sleeping."
Her wide smile calmed him down a little.
He was silent.
"Do you remember what happened?"
He stared at the wall, and the EKG beeps sped up a little. He swallowed.
"Bos?"
He didn't answer.
She tried again to put her hand on his arm and he flinched and pulled away
slightly, breaking out of his trance. She took her hand back, feeling like
she hurt him.
"No." he said, in a voice so quiet that a draft could have blown it away.
She could tell he was lying.
She realized it might be too soon to ask him: he was disoriented and hurt
and he might not want to remember right now. He was probably in no state
to.
Ashamed that she didn't think of that before asking, Faith changed the
subject.
"How are you feeling?"
He shrugged, looking at his hands.
She hit the nurse call button on the bed. The doctors should know that he
was up.
"Can I get you anything?"
He shook his head 'no'. He was avoiding her eyes. She ducked down, trying
to catch his.
She caught them briefly, then he looked away. He started twisting the
blanket around in his hands.
"I was really worried about you. Everyone was really worried about you."
her voice broke a little. She swallowed. "I'm happy you're ok."
He nodded slightly. There was pain in his eyes. Shame. Confusion.
Two nurses came in then, and Bosco lifted his eyes to look at them, nervous.
"Oh! Mr. Boscorelli! So nice to see you are awake!" The first nurse
said, cheerily. Bosco continued to look at her, untrusting.
"I'll go tell Dr. Kader."
Nurse One left. Nurse Two stayed, checking the machines around Bosco, the IV
fluids and the wires. They had extubated him yesterday, when they were
sure he would start breathing on his own. Faith could only imagine his horror
if he had woken up to find himself gagged like that.
Bosco had all of his attention on the nurse. Faith could see him tense up
when she moved his pillow and adjusted the bed so he was sitting. She
bustled around him quietly, unaware of his stare.
He relaxed when she left.
They sat silent for awhile. Faith had so many things running through her head.
She really wanted to know what happened. She wanted to kill whoever had hurt
him. His injuries were healing, but now new injuries-emotional injuries were
evident. And those were worse than physical. Those lasted. There was no
medicine or treatment that could surely treat a psychological injury.
He looked so...small and scared. What happened to her strong, tough
partner? What could've happened to make him change so drastically?
Faith tried to tell herself that he would recover soon. She tried to
convince herself that she was overreacting. She tried to tell herself
that it would all be ok in the end.
She failed.
==*==
Angel of Mercy
Room 261
7:29 pm
The doctor came in shortly after and briefed Bosco on his injuries.
Bosco had no reaction, other than looking down at his hands. His
wrists were still badly rope-burned, but he didn't react to that,
either.
Later on, the FBI came in and questioned him on what had happened,
but he claimed he didn't remember. They pushed him over and over,
asking what his captors looked like, what they did to him, how he was
held, how the drugs got into his system...he was getting very upset,
his face was pale and he was sweating a little. Faith promised that
they would call if he started remember anything, then pushed them
out of the room.
They had been a help in chasing down leads, after they were called in
around day 4 of his disappearance. But he didn't need their questions
right now.
Bosco wasn't talking unless he was talked to, and sometimes not even
then. She was really upset, but she knew that he always opened up
to her.
"Bos, do you want to talk?" She started gently, but made sure to
make no move to touch him this time. He didn't like it-even with the
doctors and nurses, she could see fear in his eyes.
He shook his head no, and looked intently at the muted t.v.
She looked up at the t.v. too. Some kids show. He acted like he
was engrossed in it, even though she knew he wasn't.
"Bosco."
He looked at her quickly, then down at the floor by her feet.
"You know I'm here for you, right?"
He paused.
"I'm kinda tired, I think I'm going to sleep for awhile."
She nodded.
"Ok. If you need anything, I have my cell phone on. You can call
anytime, ok?"
Nod.
"I'll be back in the morning."
Nod.
"Sweet dreams."
Nod.
He watched her feet walk out the door, and relaxed as it closed.
He couldn't face her right now.
He couldn't talk about what happened, even though the images were
burned in his memory forever. The horrific sights flashed in his
mind every 5 seconds. He remembered everything. Some things were
hazy-when she drugged him-but every beating, every cutting...
Everything except how he got out and how he got here. That was a
huge blank. A huge blank that scared him, because Angela Karas
and Ricardo Vallance might still be alive.
Alive and looking for him.
====================
END OF PART FOUR (4/?)
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
(4/?)
==*==
Location Unknown
She woke up on the floor, feeling like she had been hit by a ton of bricks.
She was laying at the foot of the stairs, her right leg bent at a nasty
angle. Disoriented, she took a minute to clear her head, which was
throbbing badly. The front door was slightly open beside her.
Ricardo must've forgotten to close it as he stumbled out. She remembered
giving him his hit last night. It was payday.
She closed her eyes and relaxed, when it came back to her. Her prisoner
upstairs. She'd better check to make sure she hadn't killed him yet.
Maybe she had. She couldn't remember.
Standing proved to her that her leg was broken. She had to lean all of
her weight on the railing to get up the stairs, and it took her quite a
while. It didn't occur to her to question how, when, or why she had
fallen, she just accepted that she woke up with a bump on the head
and a broken leg.
She opened the door to the room, not at all prepared for what she saw.
The bed was empty, the metal headboard twisted and broken, allowing the
restraints to come free. She could see them laying on the bed.
'He must've pulled the headboard apart, then cut the ropes off.' she thought.
She couldn't believe he could've done that. It was a sturdy, heavy
aluminum headboard. Ricardo and she had made sure it wouldn't break easily.
Blood was everywhere.
She gasped when she saw Ricardo, laying in a pool of his own blood.
The metal folding chair was on the floor next to him, one leg dented.
She checked his pulse and swore. Ricardo was dead.
Then she realized it. She must've given Boscorelli the PCP meant for her
and taken the seditive herself. The bottles looked the same...they must've
gotten mixed up. That would explain the sudden amount of strength in
the half-dead Boscorelli.
"He probably broke his hands getting out of those ropes."
She started to laugh. A laugh which started softly, but turned into a
sickening screaming-cackle.
She touched the bloodstains on the bed. Oh, well. She had done what she
needed to for now. All that was left was Officer Boscorelli's death.
That could wait awhile.
==*==
4 days later
Angel of Mercy
Recovery Ward
3:27 pm
4 days after he was admitted, Bosco came back to conciousness. Faith had
been there, sitting next to him, watching tv but not really seeing it.
She was trying to add what evidence they had in her mind, but finding no
conclusions.
Blood tests had been run on Bosco's shirt, and though most of it was Bosco's,
they discovered a sample from another person, but it was unidentifiable.
The gashes on Bosco's shoulders and stomach were numbers, and they formed
a "u" shape from one shoulder, down to his stomach, then up to the other
shoulder. 4671287. Was it a liscence plate? A phone number? Some type
of code? Faith bit her lip. The world was a horrid place, full of horrid
people.
She continued to think about numeric strings of 7 when she felt his
hand move in hers.
After a few moments, he began to move his head a little, and Faith
held her breath. His eyes fluttered open and she breathed.
Bosco blinked a couple times, trying to focus on his surroundings, and the
confused look on his face turned to horror as he flashed back to the last
memories he had. He didn't see her.
He tried to squirm into a sitting position, when she spoke to him:
"Hey, settle down there, partner!" She put her hand on his forearm and
he pulled away quickly, as if he had been burned.
He looked at her, cringing and disoriented.
"It's me, Faith" she said quietly, hurt. "Bosco, do you know where you
are?"
He looked at her, his expression one of complete disbelief.
"Faith?" he whispered. His eyes were wide, and she smiled nervously.
Why would he be shocked she was there?
"Yeah, Bosco it's me. Do you know where you are?"
He looked around hesitantly.
"No."
"You're at Angel of Mercy. You got here four days ago. You've been
sleeping."
Her wide smile calmed him down a little.
He was silent.
"Do you remember what happened?"
He stared at the wall, and the EKG beeps sped up a little. He swallowed.
"Bos?"
He didn't answer.
She tried again to put her hand on his arm and he flinched and pulled away
slightly, breaking out of his trance. She took her hand back, feeling like
she hurt him.
"No." he said, in a voice so quiet that a draft could have blown it away.
She could tell he was lying.
She realized it might be too soon to ask him: he was disoriented and hurt
and he might not want to remember right now. He was probably in no state
to.
Ashamed that she didn't think of that before asking, Faith changed the
subject.
"How are you feeling?"
He shrugged, looking at his hands.
She hit the nurse call button on the bed. The doctors should know that he
was up.
"Can I get you anything?"
He shook his head 'no'. He was avoiding her eyes. She ducked down, trying
to catch his.
She caught them briefly, then he looked away. He started twisting the
blanket around in his hands.
"I was really worried about you. Everyone was really worried about you."
her voice broke a little. She swallowed. "I'm happy you're ok."
He nodded slightly. There was pain in his eyes. Shame. Confusion.
Two nurses came in then, and Bosco lifted his eyes to look at them, nervous.
"Oh! Mr. Boscorelli! So nice to see you are awake!" The first nurse
said, cheerily. Bosco continued to look at her, untrusting.
"I'll go tell Dr. Kader."
Nurse One left. Nurse Two stayed, checking the machines around Bosco, the IV
fluids and the wires. They had extubated him yesterday, when they were
sure he would start breathing on his own. Faith could only imagine his horror
if he had woken up to find himself gagged like that.
Bosco had all of his attention on the nurse. Faith could see him tense up
when she moved his pillow and adjusted the bed so he was sitting. She
bustled around him quietly, unaware of his stare.
He relaxed when she left.
They sat silent for awhile. Faith had so many things running through her head.
She really wanted to know what happened. She wanted to kill whoever had hurt
him. His injuries were healing, but now new injuries-emotional injuries were
evident. And those were worse than physical. Those lasted. There was no
medicine or treatment that could surely treat a psychological injury.
He looked so...small and scared. What happened to her strong, tough
partner? What could've happened to make him change so drastically?
Faith tried to tell herself that he would recover soon. She tried to
convince herself that she was overreacting. She tried to tell herself
that it would all be ok in the end.
She failed.
==*==
Angel of Mercy
Room 261
7:29 pm
The doctor came in shortly after and briefed Bosco on his injuries.
Bosco had no reaction, other than looking down at his hands. His
wrists were still badly rope-burned, but he didn't react to that,
either.
Later on, the FBI came in and questioned him on what had happened,
but he claimed he didn't remember. They pushed him over and over,
asking what his captors looked like, what they did to him, how he was
held, how the drugs got into his system...he was getting very upset,
his face was pale and he was sweating a little. Faith promised that
they would call if he started remember anything, then pushed them
out of the room.
They had been a help in chasing down leads, after they were called in
around day 4 of his disappearance. But he didn't need their questions
right now.
Bosco wasn't talking unless he was talked to, and sometimes not even
then. She was really upset, but she knew that he always opened up
to her.
"Bos, do you want to talk?" She started gently, but made sure to
make no move to touch him this time. He didn't like it-even with the
doctors and nurses, she could see fear in his eyes.
He shook his head no, and looked intently at the muted t.v.
She looked up at the t.v. too. Some kids show. He acted like he
was engrossed in it, even though she knew he wasn't.
"Bosco."
He looked at her quickly, then down at the floor by her feet.
"You know I'm here for you, right?"
He paused.
"I'm kinda tired, I think I'm going to sleep for awhile."
She nodded.
"Ok. If you need anything, I have my cell phone on. You can call
anytime, ok?"
Nod.
"I'll be back in the morning."
Nod.
"Sweet dreams."
Nod.
He watched her feet walk out the door, and relaxed as it closed.
He couldn't face her right now.
He couldn't talk about what happened, even though the images were
burned in his memory forever. The horrific sights flashed in his
mind every 5 seconds. He remembered everything. Some things were
hazy-when she drugged him-but every beating, every cutting...
Everything except how he got out and how he got here. That was a
huge blank. A huge blank that scared him, because Angela Karas
and Ricardo Vallance might still be alive.
Alive and looking for him.
====================
END OF PART FOUR (4/?)
