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
(8/?)
==*==
**3 Weeks, 5 Days Earlier**
55 Station House
11:47 pm
55 David
"Just our luck to get a drunk disturbance call at 10:56." Bosco said, tossing
the stack of finished paperwork on the desk in front of Christopher. The
latter Officer, on the phone, turned and gave Bosco a sarcastic smile and
picked up the pile.
Bosco zipped his coat and followed Faith out to the parking lot. "We should
stop answering them." He said after awhile.
She gave him a questioning look.
"The drunk disturbance calls. We should stop answering them. They're drunk,
they're disturbing things. They're always gonna BE drunk, they're always
gonna BE disturbing things. That's what drunks DO. Nothin we do is gonna
change that. We take them in, they get out, they do it again. It's not
even like they cause THAT much trouble...It's a friggin' waste of time."
She chuckled and shook her head. "You're just saying that cause you hate
doing the papers."
"I'm saying it because I was supposed to be in bed an HOUR ago. My dreams are
starting and I'm not there!" He said mock-indignantly, and then smiled. He
fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the doors.
"Yeah, like you go home and go to bed."
"What do you think I do?"
"Nevermind."
He started the car, she buckled her seatbelt, and they took off toward Faith's
house.
So did the black 'Rain-Proof Roof' Truck behind them.
==*==
Faith's Apartment
12:04 am
He pulled up in front of her building at four past midnight. She gathered
up her things and then hesitated. She turned to him.
"Do you want to grab something to eat?"
"It's after midnight...you're hungry?"
"No..." a look of worry crossed her face.
"What's wrong?"
"I just...I dunno, I have this wierd feeling...where are you going now?"
"Shopping for underwear."
"Bosco."
"Home, Faith. I'm going home. Why? What's wrong? Is Fred drinking again?"
He went from humoring her to worried to angry as his concern grew.
"No! No, it's nothing like that...it's not about me, I just..."
She looked up at him, and chastised herself for being paranoid.
"Nevermind. I must be tired."
"Yeah, go get some sleep. I'm just going home. If you need anything...If
HE DOES ANYTHING-"
"No, seriously Bos, Fred's been an angel lately."
He gave her a skeptical look.
"I promise. Just...be careful, ok?" Her eyes were laden with confused
worry.
"Ok, I will." he replied, disconcerted.
He watched her walk to the door, concerned. "What was that all about?" he
asked himself. One thing he knew for sure, if Fred was up to his old ways
again, he'd have hell to pay when Bosco found out.
Faith unlocked the front door and waved. Bosco pulled away from the curb
and turned up the radio, forgetting Faith's paranoia almost immediately.
==*==
Bosco's Apartment Building Parking Lot
12:27 am
Ricardo watched from the shadows as Boscorelli's car pulled into the lot.
They had gone ahead of Bosco to stake out the territory. Angela was just
waiting for the signal.
Ricardo rubbed his hands together to warm them up, and grabbed the small
piece of pipe that he'd grabbed off the street earlier that day. Easily
concealable, dark, effective.
Ricardo watched as his prey turned off his lights, but continued to sit
in the car. After a few moments of panic, Ricardo could hear a light
stream of tone deaf rock coming from the Mustang.
He really had no idea, nor did he care, why Angela wanted this guy. All
he knew was that when Tommy, a guy they both knew in prison, hooked them
up, Angela promised him all the drugs he could take if he would just help
her do this.
Ricardo figured that anything he needed to know, Angela would tell him.
Otherwise, it was better for him not to ask. Ricardo hadn't even known
the guy was a cop until tonight, and that had caused him to hesitate quite
a bit. But Angela gave him a little packet of..."bonus" for the evening,
so he shut up and grabbed the pipe.
The music shut off and the car door opened. Ricardo moved closer to
Boscorelli as he got out of the car and locked the it with the key.
The young cop didn't even have a chance as Ricardo brought the pipe down
to connect with the crown of his head, knocking him out completely.
For good measure, he reached down and grabbed Bosco's hands, pinning them
behind his back, should he wake up. Holding them down with his knee, Ricardo
pulled out his radio.
"He's out."
==*==
1013 Burlington St.
5:54 am
Bosco awoke into darkness, feeling himself blink but seeing nothing.
Panicking, he tried to sit up and rub his eyes, but found himself
unable to. His heart sped up and he tried to yell. The gag in his
mouth stopped him. His head was throbbing worse than he could ever
remember, and he felt like he was going to lose the contents of his
stomach any second.
Disoriented and terrified, Bosco continued to struggle against the
darkness, his bonds, and the gag. Finally, giving up, he tried to
relax and let the rest of his senses work for him. He thought back
to the last thing he remembered.
Faith. She was worried, but he couldn't remember why...he had dropped
her off and headed home.
So where was he now?
He could hear footsteps and muffled talking, and immediately went
limp.
Moments later he heard a door open, and did his best not to react
as bright light fell upon his closed eyes. He was nervous as hell,
but convinced himself that the safest bet was to be calm. He
manually slowed his breathing and his heart followed suit.
A light was flipped on, and once again, Bosco saw bright blinding orange
from behind his eyelids.
He heard footsteps come nearer, then a female voice spoke: "Wow,
you must've really knocked him out Rico." He felt hot air on
his face and realized she must be inches from him. A terrible
wave of nausea hit him, and he struggled not to gag.
Long nails dug into his neck as the woman felt for pulse.
"Just doing what you asked." The male voice said monotonously.
"No, no! I'm not complaining, just commenting." There was
something firmiliar about the voice but Bosco couldn't put his
finger on it.
"It's nice to see you again, Officer Boscorelli." She said
capreciously, accenting every syllable in his name.
"We've got quite a party planned for you when you wake up."
Bosco resisted the urge to shudder, but his tension and his throbbing
head started the room spinning. He knew he was going to throw
up, and with the gag in his mouth...
As his stomach heaved, Bosco concentrated most of his energy into
making it seem like a comatose reaction. He had seen more than
one unconcious person start to puke, so he knew it happened. He
just had to keep his eyes shut and relax.
Angela saw his body tense and heard him gag against the cloth choking
him. Realizing what was about to happen, she grabbed the gag out
of his mouth and jumped back just in time to avoid the downpour. He
was close enough to the edge of the bed to avoid it and hit the floor
instead.
Bosco felt someone gently grab his head and turn it to the side so
he wouldn't choke. The pressure on his busted skull was too much to bear,
and he felt himself let go of conciousness, fighting it as much as
he could but succumbing to the darkness in the end.
==*==
He woke this time using only his ears, listening as best as he
could over his deafening heartbeat. Nothing. Bosco cautiously
opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. They had left the overhead
lights on, and his mouth was empty. The light hurt his head but he knew
if he waited for the pain to pass, an opportunity like this might not
come again.
He was laying spread-eagle on an old bed, his arms and legs tied
by thick rope to the metal head and footboard. He pulled as hard
as he could, but the metal was strong and it didn't budge.
The room was old and abandoned looking, and he wondered if he were
still in Manhattan. Other than the bed, there was a table to the
one side, and two folding chairs. There was one window that had
a thick shade over it, blocking all light, and a door that Bosco
assumed led to a closet.
But really, he was trapped. He continued to work on the ropes,
listening carefully for any noises from the outside, but nothing
could be heard. He could reach the hand that was tied up enough
to work on the knot, but doing it with one hand proved to be an
extremely difficult task.
His female captor's voice echoed in his mind. "We've got quite
a party planned for you when you wake up." Somehow, Bosco didn't
think that the party in question would include cake and balloons,
and he didn't want to wait around to find out. But if he couldn't
get away, then what?
He would stick to his unconcious act...make them believe they had
done serious damage to his head and he had slipped into a coma. Bosco
knew for sure that he had a concussion, but he figured that unless something
else was done to his head he should recover enough to fight. At least
playing 'knocked-out' would buy him some time...he hoped.
He could even go out on a limb and fake a seizure. They might untie
him, or loosen the bonds. But if they thought they had injured him
that him badly, they would surely rather kill him and get rid
of his body, than turn him in to authorities for medical help
alive...
Bosco froze when he thought he heard something, realized it was the
wind making the house squeak and went back to trying to free himself.
It would be a long night.
==*==
2 Days later
1013 Burlington St.
3:34 pm
Bosco slept very little for the next two days, worried that if they came
up to him when he was asleep he would be disoriented and wake up on
accident, blowing his cover.
"Rico" and the woman had had a huge fight earlier that day on how he
botched her plans by knocking Bos out. She wanted to torture him, dammit,
and now she may not have the chance. She told him he wasn't getting paid
anymore and he threatened to go to the police with the information.
She started crying hysterically and mentioned something about 8 years...
and paying for something...Bosco couldn't make out everything.
Now he knew that this situation was worse than just bad. This was
setting up for horrendous.
Bosco hoped that someone had noticed he was gone by now, but even so,
how would they know where to look?
Maybe his captors had left a note, or some evidence...maybe there was a
witness.
Or maybe he was just shit outta luck.
He went back to the ropes, and listened to them fight as he worked.
He had been working for a countless amount of time, the back cramp that
was developing was bothering him again, but Bosco knew that he only had
so long. This was life and death. He would prefer to live.
Slowly he was working the right rope into submission, and it was starting
to loosen.
====================
END OF PART EIGHT (8/?)
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
(8/?)
==*==
**3 Weeks, 5 Days Earlier**
55 Station House
11:47 pm
55 David
"Just our luck to get a drunk disturbance call at 10:56." Bosco said, tossing
the stack of finished paperwork on the desk in front of Christopher. The
latter Officer, on the phone, turned and gave Bosco a sarcastic smile and
picked up the pile.
Bosco zipped his coat and followed Faith out to the parking lot. "We should
stop answering them." He said after awhile.
She gave him a questioning look.
"The drunk disturbance calls. We should stop answering them. They're drunk,
they're disturbing things. They're always gonna BE drunk, they're always
gonna BE disturbing things. That's what drunks DO. Nothin we do is gonna
change that. We take them in, they get out, they do it again. It's not
even like they cause THAT much trouble...It's a friggin' waste of time."
She chuckled and shook her head. "You're just saying that cause you hate
doing the papers."
"I'm saying it because I was supposed to be in bed an HOUR ago. My dreams are
starting and I'm not there!" He said mock-indignantly, and then smiled. He
fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the doors.
"Yeah, like you go home and go to bed."
"What do you think I do?"
"Nevermind."
He started the car, she buckled her seatbelt, and they took off toward Faith's
house.
So did the black 'Rain-Proof Roof' Truck behind them.
==*==
Faith's Apartment
12:04 am
He pulled up in front of her building at four past midnight. She gathered
up her things and then hesitated. She turned to him.
"Do you want to grab something to eat?"
"It's after midnight...you're hungry?"
"No..." a look of worry crossed her face.
"What's wrong?"
"I just...I dunno, I have this wierd feeling...where are you going now?"
"Shopping for underwear."
"Bosco."
"Home, Faith. I'm going home. Why? What's wrong? Is Fred drinking again?"
He went from humoring her to worried to angry as his concern grew.
"No! No, it's nothing like that...it's not about me, I just..."
She looked up at him, and chastised herself for being paranoid.
"Nevermind. I must be tired."
"Yeah, go get some sleep. I'm just going home. If you need anything...If
HE DOES ANYTHING-"
"No, seriously Bos, Fred's been an angel lately."
He gave her a skeptical look.
"I promise. Just...be careful, ok?" Her eyes were laden with confused
worry.
"Ok, I will." he replied, disconcerted.
He watched her walk to the door, concerned. "What was that all about?" he
asked himself. One thing he knew for sure, if Fred was up to his old ways
again, he'd have hell to pay when Bosco found out.
Faith unlocked the front door and waved. Bosco pulled away from the curb
and turned up the radio, forgetting Faith's paranoia almost immediately.
==*==
Bosco's Apartment Building Parking Lot
12:27 am
Ricardo watched from the shadows as Boscorelli's car pulled into the lot.
They had gone ahead of Bosco to stake out the territory. Angela was just
waiting for the signal.
Ricardo rubbed his hands together to warm them up, and grabbed the small
piece of pipe that he'd grabbed off the street earlier that day. Easily
concealable, dark, effective.
Ricardo watched as his prey turned off his lights, but continued to sit
in the car. After a few moments of panic, Ricardo could hear a light
stream of tone deaf rock coming from the Mustang.
He really had no idea, nor did he care, why Angela wanted this guy. All
he knew was that when Tommy, a guy they both knew in prison, hooked them
up, Angela promised him all the drugs he could take if he would just help
her do this.
Ricardo figured that anything he needed to know, Angela would tell him.
Otherwise, it was better for him not to ask. Ricardo hadn't even known
the guy was a cop until tonight, and that had caused him to hesitate quite
a bit. But Angela gave him a little packet of..."bonus" for the evening,
so he shut up and grabbed the pipe.
The music shut off and the car door opened. Ricardo moved closer to
Boscorelli as he got out of the car and locked the it with the key.
The young cop didn't even have a chance as Ricardo brought the pipe down
to connect with the crown of his head, knocking him out completely.
For good measure, he reached down and grabbed Bosco's hands, pinning them
behind his back, should he wake up. Holding them down with his knee, Ricardo
pulled out his radio.
"He's out."
==*==
1013 Burlington St.
5:54 am
Bosco awoke into darkness, feeling himself blink but seeing nothing.
Panicking, he tried to sit up and rub his eyes, but found himself
unable to. His heart sped up and he tried to yell. The gag in his
mouth stopped him. His head was throbbing worse than he could ever
remember, and he felt like he was going to lose the contents of his
stomach any second.
Disoriented and terrified, Bosco continued to struggle against the
darkness, his bonds, and the gag. Finally, giving up, he tried to
relax and let the rest of his senses work for him. He thought back
to the last thing he remembered.
Faith. She was worried, but he couldn't remember why...he had dropped
her off and headed home.
So where was he now?
He could hear footsteps and muffled talking, and immediately went
limp.
Moments later he heard a door open, and did his best not to react
as bright light fell upon his closed eyes. He was nervous as hell,
but convinced himself that the safest bet was to be calm. He
manually slowed his breathing and his heart followed suit.
A light was flipped on, and once again, Bosco saw bright blinding orange
from behind his eyelids.
He heard footsteps come nearer, then a female voice spoke: "Wow,
you must've really knocked him out Rico." He felt hot air on
his face and realized she must be inches from him. A terrible
wave of nausea hit him, and he struggled not to gag.
Long nails dug into his neck as the woman felt for pulse.
"Just doing what you asked." The male voice said monotonously.
"No, no! I'm not complaining, just commenting." There was
something firmiliar about the voice but Bosco couldn't put his
finger on it.
"It's nice to see you again, Officer Boscorelli." She said
capreciously, accenting every syllable in his name.
"We've got quite a party planned for you when you wake up."
Bosco resisted the urge to shudder, but his tension and his throbbing
head started the room spinning. He knew he was going to throw
up, and with the gag in his mouth...
As his stomach heaved, Bosco concentrated most of his energy into
making it seem like a comatose reaction. He had seen more than
one unconcious person start to puke, so he knew it happened. He
just had to keep his eyes shut and relax.
Angela saw his body tense and heard him gag against the cloth choking
him. Realizing what was about to happen, she grabbed the gag out
of his mouth and jumped back just in time to avoid the downpour. He
was close enough to the edge of the bed to avoid it and hit the floor
instead.
Bosco felt someone gently grab his head and turn it to the side so
he wouldn't choke. The pressure on his busted skull was too much to bear,
and he felt himself let go of conciousness, fighting it as much as
he could but succumbing to the darkness in the end.
==*==
He woke this time using only his ears, listening as best as he
could over his deafening heartbeat. Nothing. Bosco cautiously
opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. They had left the overhead
lights on, and his mouth was empty. The light hurt his head but he knew
if he waited for the pain to pass, an opportunity like this might not
come again.
He was laying spread-eagle on an old bed, his arms and legs tied
by thick rope to the metal head and footboard. He pulled as hard
as he could, but the metal was strong and it didn't budge.
The room was old and abandoned looking, and he wondered if he were
still in Manhattan. Other than the bed, there was a table to the
one side, and two folding chairs. There was one window that had
a thick shade over it, blocking all light, and a door that Bosco
assumed led to a closet.
But really, he was trapped. He continued to work on the ropes,
listening carefully for any noises from the outside, but nothing
could be heard. He could reach the hand that was tied up enough
to work on the knot, but doing it with one hand proved to be an
extremely difficult task.
His female captor's voice echoed in his mind. "We've got quite
a party planned for you when you wake up." Somehow, Bosco didn't
think that the party in question would include cake and balloons,
and he didn't want to wait around to find out. But if he couldn't
get away, then what?
He would stick to his unconcious act...make them believe they had
done serious damage to his head and he had slipped into a coma. Bosco
knew for sure that he had a concussion, but he figured that unless something
else was done to his head he should recover enough to fight. At least
playing 'knocked-out' would buy him some time...he hoped.
He could even go out on a limb and fake a seizure. They might untie
him, or loosen the bonds. But if they thought they had injured him
that him badly, they would surely rather kill him and get rid
of his body, than turn him in to authorities for medical help
alive...
Bosco froze when he thought he heard something, realized it was the
wind making the house squeak and went back to trying to free himself.
It would be a long night.
==*==
2 Days later
1013 Burlington St.
3:34 pm
Bosco slept very little for the next two days, worried that if they came
up to him when he was asleep he would be disoriented and wake up on
accident, blowing his cover.
"Rico" and the woman had had a huge fight earlier that day on how he
botched her plans by knocking Bos out. She wanted to torture him, dammit,
and now she may not have the chance. She told him he wasn't getting paid
anymore and he threatened to go to the police with the information.
She started crying hysterically and mentioned something about 8 years...
and paying for something...Bosco couldn't make out everything.
Now he knew that this situation was worse than just bad. This was
setting up for horrendous.
Bosco hoped that someone had noticed he was gone by now, but even so,
how would they know where to look?
Maybe his captors had left a note, or some evidence...maybe there was a
witness.
Or maybe he was just shit outta luck.
He went back to the ropes, and listened to them fight as he worked.
He had been working for a countless amount of time, the back cramp that
was developing was bothering him again, but Bosco knew that he only had
so long. This was life and death. He would prefer to live.
Slowly he was working the right rope into submission, and it was starting
to loosen.
====================
END OF PART EIGHT (8/?)
