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.
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Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
(7/?)
==*==
1013 Burlington St.
1:26 pm
Faith arrived at the location to find it already swamped with cops.
Wearing her civilian clothes today made it harder to get through
the teems of investigators, and until she found Sully, she
walked through the whole site with her badge held up.
She looked around the first floor of the run-down building, where
fingerprints were being lifted, old food cans and utensils were
being bagged, and crime scene tape was being stretched.
Sully was not to be found. Davis saw her from across the room,
where he was talking to someone, and motioned for Faith to go
upstairs. She walked back around through the madness to the
foyer where the stairs were. The second floor proved to be
much more crowded than the first, and Faith could tell that what
Sullivan and Davis had found was, indeed, big.
Officers and FBI stood crowding around a doorway, and every
couple seconds, Faith saw a bright flash of light from inside.
Crime scene photographs.
She didn't notice Sully standing outside the door, and he
walked over to her, a grim look on his face.
Faith said nothing but looked to him, questions in her eyes.
"This is the place. He was held here."
She blinked, and started to walk to the room. He grabbed her
arm gently.
"Are you sure you want to go in?"
He watched her pause, swallow and nod. He knew she was going to
say yes, but wished she wouldn't have. He followed her in as the
sea of officers parted to let her through.
She walked into the center of the room and slowly looked around.
Men and women hovered over a bed, a table, a blood stain...
trying to put the pieces together.
She walked over to the table, bending over to look at the bright,
melted police badge that lay there. Used drug supplies were
everywhere.
Faith knew how much Bosco hated drugs. She wondered how many
hits they had loaded into him over those two weeks. Judging
by the number of track marks on his arms, more than she cared
to count. She could imagine the horror he must've felt when
he realized they were going to drug him. She bit her lip.
Faith was silent for a couple of minutes, and Sully put his hand
on her shoulder. She spun around and walked out quickly, head
down, wiping her eyes.
He let her go. She needed a few minutes to clear her head-he
would find her when he knew she was ready.
==*==
1013 Burlington St.
1:43 pm
She knew it was time to leave when the room started to spin.
There was so much blood...and the ropes on the bed...the
drug needles on the table...it was all too much for her to
bear.
The chilly air outside hit her sharply and she felt her chest
tighten. Pulling her coat closer around her, she walked around
the house until she found the back door. She was alone with
her thoughts.
Faith sat down on the concrete steps leading to the back door,
and tucked her hands under her arms.
She had hoped that whatever they found would debunk her fears.
It had only confirmed them.
Horrific images of the things that must've happened to him
swirled around her mind like a hurricane. She couldn't think
about that now. She had to keep it together.
She felt the need to talk about these feelings, and thought of
Bosco's silence. She hadn't even gone through anything and she
was still disturbed enough to need some help. How could he
survive, holding it all in?
He had never been THAT open with her, often times subtlely
dropping hints of his feelings that said volumes. But with
something as serious and overwhelming as this, she couldn't
imagine living in silence.
Hell, if nothing else he should want REVENGE! The old Bosco
would have wanted to get even. The new Bosco wanted to run
and hide and ignore the problem.
==*==
He found her sitting around the back of the building, thinking.
He sat down next to her, not saying anything.
She looked over at him, eyes red, but tears gone. There was
a determined resolve there now.
"Sully, you worked with Bosco when he was a rookie, didn't you?"
"Yeah. I think I was his first partner, actually."
"Do you remember a drug bust on some people named Richard
Raycott and Angela Karas?"
He thought for a minute.
"Yeah."
He had been through thousands of cases like it, but for some
reason, he remembered this one.
"What do you remember?"
"All I really recall is that it was the first time Bosco had
ever discharged his weapon on duty, and he did it to protect
another officer. Fatal shot. Right to the chest. He was
pretty shaken after that one. Didn't know how to take it."
She nodded, surprised at the revelation.
"And that girlfriend of Richies...she was so mad at him, she swore
to get even-" he stopped dead sentence, eyes wide. He looked
at her as the realization set in.
"She was released two months ago." Faith whispered.
"We need to talk to Boscorelli." Sully said, standing and
brushing himself off.
"We need to talk to him NOW."
==*==
Lawrence & 10th
1:51 pm
She had arrived in time to find the old building crawling with
Blues and Suits. Angela swore loudly and kept driving, passing
the house and turning down Arlington Rd.
Her mind reeled and she yelled at herself for letting it happen.
"Should've killed the fucker when I had the chance." she said
under her breath, driving up and down the blocks as she tried
to come to her senses.
After she'd found Boscorelli gone, she'd taken a hit and gotten
out of town. Went up to a friend's place for awhile. The days
were a hazy, drugged blur, and by the time she realized what had
actually happened, it was days later. And now she'd come back to
find a welcoming party waiting on her doorstep.
After a few minutes, she headed back down 10th. She parked a
block away from the house in plain view and pretended to be
busy looking for something.
She was pretty sure that no one would notice her...the street
was fairly busy and there were a lot of cars that were passing.
Most of them were going slow: drivers gaping at the yellow police
tape and dozens of cop cars.
She couldn't remember if she had cleaned up anything. She
remembered dumping Ricardo's body in the river before she'd left
town but other than that, she couldn't be sure.
Angela sat and watched them for awhile, imagining each cops'
head exploding for amusement.
She knew that there was enough evidence to lead the police to her.
Even if she had cleaned up, they most likely found something. If
Boscorelli wasn't dead, he probably told them everything anyway.
She didn't care. Prison didn't scare her anymore. She would spend
another 1000 years there if she had to. All she knew was that
Boscorelli had to die. Once Richie's death was avenged, nothing else
mattered.
Besides, to catch her, they had to find her first. She would make
sure that wouldn't happen.
Angela started the car up again. About to pull away, she took one
last look at the scene. Seeing something out of the corner of her
eye, she did a double take, rubbing her eyes in surprise.
"I thought I BURIED you!" She said in disbelief as Faith Yokas
walked around to the passenger side of a squad car and got in.
Another officer, (Angela recognized him as her arresting officer
on the day Richie was killed) got in the drivers seat and they took
off, lights flashing.
Angela sat speechless. Faith Yokas was ALIVE. "Then who was...?"
She trailed off into a loud, shocked laugh.
"Boscorelli, you BASTARD. Now you are really asking for it. When
I'm finished with you...when I'm finished with HER...you'll really
wish I'd killed you."
She squealed in delight and pulled away from the curb, almost
colliding with another car, then flying around the corner and
down the road.
==*==
Angel of Mercy
2:06 pm
Sully waited outside as Faith went in to talk to Bosco. They knew
that the FBI would be there soon, and Faith wanted to get to him
before they started all their questions and got him upset.
He was watching a movie when she came in, and he shut the movie
off, muting the t.v.
He looked at her and smiled. It was a small smile, but his eyes
were warmer and her heart lept. And it wasn't forced.
Faith smiled back, surprise evident, and walked over to his bed.
"What's going on?" He said casually but quietly.
"You look like you're feeling a lot better."
"Yeah, I wanna get OUT of this place. Nurses won't
even let me go to the bathroom by myself!" Another smile.
Although on any other day she would be thrilled to see he had
made so much progress, Faith instead was worried. She needed
to talk to him about Angela Karas and 1013 Burlington St., but
Faith knew that if she brought it up now, he might go back to
his quiet, scared state. She really had no choice, and even though
it pained her so much to do it to him...
"Bosco..." he watched her turn serious and he felt nauseous.
She licked her dry lips and took a deep breath. "We think we
know who did this to you...and we found where they were holding
you..."
She looked at him. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Bos..." she looked up at him, eyes bright with unshed tears.
She would've felt just as bad if she had stabbed him.
"The Investigators from the FBI are going to be here soon, and
they are going to want to know. They are going to badger you
until you remember something. We can catch her, Bosco. She'll
pay for what she did to you, but we need you to tell us what
happened. Can you please, please just try and remember?"
He was silent, and his she could see his hand shaking as he
played with the bottom of his tee-shirt.
He looked up at her and she held her breath.
"I remember."
She relaxed.
"I'll be right here, with you, ok? If you want them to stop
at any time, you just tell me and I'll deal with them, ok?"
He nodded and stared at the muted t.v.
She looked out the window and saw the investigators talking to
Sully.
"I'll be right back, and they'll be with me...are you sure
you can do this?"
He nodded again.
The door clicked shut behind her.
"You owe it to her." he said to himself, then closed his eyes and
took a deep breath.
====================
END OF PART SEVEN (7/?)
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.
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Abyss
By: Syko4Bosco aka A. Lalad
(7/?)
==*==
1013 Burlington St.
1:26 pm
Faith arrived at the location to find it already swamped with cops.
Wearing her civilian clothes today made it harder to get through
the teems of investigators, and until she found Sully, she
walked through the whole site with her badge held up.
She looked around the first floor of the run-down building, where
fingerprints were being lifted, old food cans and utensils were
being bagged, and crime scene tape was being stretched.
Sully was not to be found. Davis saw her from across the room,
where he was talking to someone, and motioned for Faith to go
upstairs. She walked back around through the madness to the
foyer where the stairs were. The second floor proved to be
much more crowded than the first, and Faith could tell that what
Sullivan and Davis had found was, indeed, big.
Officers and FBI stood crowding around a doorway, and every
couple seconds, Faith saw a bright flash of light from inside.
Crime scene photographs.
She didn't notice Sully standing outside the door, and he
walked over to her, a grim look on his face.
Faith said nothing but looked to him, questions in her eyes.
"This is the place. He was held here."
She blinked, and started to walk to the room. He grabbed her
arm gently.
"Are you sure you want to go in?"
He watched her pause, swallow and nod. He knew she was going to
say yes, but wished she wouldn't have. He followed her in as the
sea of officers parted to let her through.
She walked into the center of the room and slowly looked around.
Men and women hovered over a bed, a table, a blood stain...
trying to put the pieces together.
She walked over to the table, bending over to look at the bright,
melted police badge that lay there. Used drug supplies were
everywhere.
Faith knew how much Bosco hated drugs. She wondered how many
hits they had loaded into him over those two weeks. Judging
by the number of track marks on his arms, more than she cared
to count. She could imagine the horror he must've felt when
he realized they were going to drug him. She bit her lip.
Faith was silent for a couple of minutes, and Sully put his hand
on her shoulder. She spun around and walked out quickly, head
down, wiping her eyes.
He let her go. She needed a few minutes to clear her head-he
would find her when he knew she was ready.
==*==
1013 Burlington St.
1:43 pm
She knew it was time to leave when the room started to spin.
There was so much blood...and the ropes on the bed...the
drug needles on the table...it was all too much for her to
bear.
The chilly air outside hit her sharply and she felt her chest
tighten. Pulling her coat closer around her, she walked around
the house until she found the back door. She was alone with
her thoughts.
Faith sat down on the concrete steps leading to the back door,
and tucked her hands under her arms.
She had hoped that whatever they found would debunk her fears.
It had only confirmed them.
Horrific images of the things that must've happened to him
swirled around her mind like a hurricane. She couldn't think
about that now. She had to keep it together.
She felt the need to talk about these feelings, and thought of
Bosco's silence. She hadn't even gone through anything and she
was still disturbed enough to need some help. How could he
survive, holding it all in?
He had never been THAT open with her, often times subtlely
dropping hints of his feelings that said volumes. But with
something as serious and overwhelming as this, she couldn't
imagine living in silence.
Hell, if nothing else he should want REVENGE! The old Bosco
would have wanted to get even. The new Bosco wanted to run
and hide and ignore the problem.
==*==
He found her sitting around the back of the building, thinking.
He sat down next to her, not saying anything.
She looked over at him, eyes red, but tears gone. There was
a determined resolve there now.
"Sully, you worked with Bosco when he was a rookie, didn't you?"
"Yeah. I think I was his first partner, actually."
"Do you remember a drug bust on some people named Richard
Raycott and Angela Karas?"
He thought for a minute.
"Yeah."
He had been through thousands of cases like it, but for some
reason, he remembered this one.
"What do you remember?"
"All I really recall is that it was the first time Bosco had
ever discharged his weapon on duty, and he did it to protect
another officer. Fatal shot. Right to the chest. He was
pretty shaken after that one. Didn't know how to take it."
She nodded, surprised at the revelation.
"And that girlfriend of Richies...she was so mad at him, she swore
to get even-" he stopped dead sentence, eyes wide. He looked
at her as the realization set in.
"She was released two months ago." Faith whispered.
"We need to talk to Boscorelli." Sully said, standing and
brushing himself off.
"We need to talk to him NOW."
==*==
Lawrence & 10th
1:51 pm
She had arrived in time to find the old building crawling with
Blues and Suits. Angela swore loudly and kept driving, passing
the house and turning down Arlington Rd.
Her mind reeled and she yelled at herself for letting it happen.
"Should've killed the fucker when I had the chance." she said
under her breath, driving up and down the blocks as she tried
to come to her senses.
After she'd found Boscorelli gone, she'd taken a hit and gotten
out of town. Went up to a friend's place for awhile. The days
were a hazy, drugged blur, and by the time she realized what had
actually happened, it was days later. And now she'd come back to
find a welcoming party waiting on her doorstep.
After a few minutes, she headed back down 10th. She parked a
block away from the house in plain view and pretended to be
busy looking for something.
She was pretty sure that no one would notice her...the street
was fairly busy and there were a lot of cars that were passing.
Most of them were going slow: drivers gaping at the yellow police
tape and dozens of cop cars.
She couldn't remember if she had cleaned up anything. She
remembered dumping Ricardo's body in the river before she'd left
town but other than that, she couldn't be sure.
Angela sat and watched them for awhile, imagining each cops'
head exploding for amusement.
She knew that there was enough evidence to lead the police to her.
Even if she had cleaned up, they most likely found something. If
Boscorelli wasn't dead, he probably told them everything anyway.
She didn't care. Prison didn't scare her anymore. She would spend
another 1000 years there if she had to. All she knew was that
Boscorelli had to die. Once Richie's death was avenged, nothing else
mattered.
Besides, to catch her, they had to find her first. She would make
sure that wouldn't happen.
Angela started the car up again. About to pull away, she took one
last look at the scene. Seeing something out of the corner of her
eye, she did a double take, rubbing her eyes in surprise.
"I thought I BURIED you!" She said in disbelief as Faith Yokas
walked around to the passenger side of a squad car and got in.
Another officer, (Angela recognized him as her arresting officer
on the day Richie was killed) got in the drivers seat and they took
off, lights flashing.
Angela sat speechless. Faith Yokas was ALIVE. "Then who was...?"
She trailed off into a loud, shocked laugh.
"Boscorelli, you BASTARD. Now you are really asking for it. When
I'm finished with you...when I'm finished with HER...you'll really
wish I'd killed you."
She squealed in delight and pulled away from the curb, almost
colliding with another car, then flying around the corner and
down the road.
==*==
Angel of Mercy
2:06 pm
Sully waited outside as Faith went in to talk to Bosco. They knew
that the FBI would be there soon, and Faith wanted to get to him
before they started all their questions and got him upset.
He was watching a movie when she came in, and he shut the movie
off, muting the t.v.
He looked at her and smiled. It was a small smile, but his eyes
were warmer and her heart lept. And it wasn't forced.
Faith smiled back, surprise evident, and walked over to his bed.
"What's going on?" He said casually but quietly.
"You look like you're feeling a lot better."
"Yeah, I wanna get OUT of this place. Nurses won't
even let me go to the bathroom by myself!" Another smile.
Although on any other day she would be thrilled to see he had
made so much progress, Faith instead was worried. She needed
to talk to him about Angela Karas and 1013 Burlington St., but
Faith knew that if she brought it up now, he might go back to
his quiet, scared state. She really had no choice, and even though
it pained her so much to do it to him...
"Bosco..." he watched her turn serious and he felt nauseous.
She licked her dry lips and took a deep breath. "We think we
know who did this to you...and we found where they were holding
you..."
She looked at him. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Bos..." she looked up at him, eyes bright with unshed tears.
She would've felt just as bad if she had stabbed him.
"The Investigators from the FBI are going to be here soon, and
they are going to want to know. They are going to badger you
until you remember something. We can catch her, Bosco. She'll
pay for what she did to you, but we need you to tell us what
happened. Can you please, please just try and remember?"
He was silent, and his she could see his hand shaking as he
played with the bottom of his tee-shirt.
He looked up at her and she held her breath.
"I remember."
She relaxed.
"I'll be right here, with you, ok? If you want them to stop
at any time, you just tell me and I'll deal with them, ok?"
He nodded and stared at the muted t.v.
She looked out the window and saw the investigators talking to
Sully.
"I'll be right back, and they'll be with me...are you sure
you can do this?"
He nodded again.
The door clicked shut behind her.
"You owe it to her." he said to himself, then closed his eyes and
took a deep breath.
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END OF PART SEVEN (7/?)
