Ok, so since TW isn't on tonight (damn Fear Factor), and since you
have all been waiting so very patiently for me to post this next part, I'm
gonna make it a longer one, and as a special treat, it's Angst-ridden!

FYI: 1st semester is over (YAY!) but 2nd Semester starts tomorrow, so I'm
not sure what kind of homework I'll have. Actually, I'm assuming not much
since we will have just started new classes, but...

I promise that I will try and get it out as fast as I can write it! I
have the whole thing planned out already, actually, I had it pretty
much completely planned since part 4. In response to your question,
Sable, this is the first time I have ever planned ahead like this!

Anyways, hope this will hold you over until "Snow Blind!"

Again my apologies on the delay in getting it out!


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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
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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
(9/?)

THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF THE FLASHBACK OF THE KIDNAPPING. BOSCO
HAS ALREADY BEEN FOUND AND THIS HAS ALREADY HAPPENED. THIS IS
IN PLACE OF THE STATEMENT BOSCO IS GIVING TO THE FBI ABOUT HIS
WHEREABOUTS AND HIS CAPTORS.

==*==
**3 Weeks Earlier**
1013 Burlington St.
10:31 am

Bosco was caught after 4 days fooling his captors. The
woman started to get suspicious and Bosco figured she was
probably also sobering up.

Her and "Rico" or "Ricardo" (or whatever his name was), would
go on drinking and drugging tangents every couple of hours,
and it disgusted Bosco, but he figured it would work to his benefit.
But they hadn't had anything for awhile, and their systems were
clearing.

Bosco was in for the shock of his life when someone suddenly
dumped a bucket of ice water on his face.

Unable to contain his body's reaction to the sudden downpour,
Bosco had opened his eyes and tried to sit up before he
could control himself.

He felt his stomach drop as he came face to face with his
kidnapper.

Angela Karas. There was no mistaking it. She was older now,
her hair was blond and long, and she wasn't so thin anymore,
but he would never forget her face.

The memory of Bosco's first shot came flooding back to him.
He had shot Richie Raycott to defend another officer, and he
hadn't meant to kill him, but he had.

He could remember Angela collapsing on top of Raycott, and
she swore revenge on Bosco as she was hauled out of the building,
swearing and screaming.

It was the first time he had ever discharged his weapon outside
of training. It was the first time he'd been threatened by a
criminal. It was the first time he'd ever killed anyone.

He'd testified at Angela's trial that November. She glared at
him throughout his whole testimony, and when no one was looking,
she pulled her finger across her neck and raised her eyebrows
at him.

He'd told no one, but he remembered it. He had been scared
then. He thought about that case every day for at least a year,
and then he'd come to his senses and realized that it was done
in the line of duty and it was done to protect a wounded
comrade. They were rookie-worries, and he grew out of them as
he got more experience.

He'd eventually convinced himself that she was locked up, and he
forgot about the whole thing. Obviously, Angela Karas hadn't.

She smiled, satisfied but pissed at the same time, and he quickly
recieved a smart backhand to the face.

"RICO!" She called, and he was there in seconds.

"Our prisoner is awake." She was too happy...sickeningly
happy.

Ricardo just nodded, expressionless.

Bosco debated whether or not to start asking questions of them.
He could act like he'd just woken up, and this was the first
he had seen of them. Or he could keep his mouth shut.

His stomach spoke before he could. He'd thrown up everything
he'd eaten when he'd gotten sick days ago. Now he was ravenous.

She walked around the bed, taking him in from all angles.
He shivered and his wet clothes clung to him. His head felt
like it was exploding.

He watched her closely, trying to burn holes in her with
his eyes, but she wasn't taking it. She had that sick grin
on her face, still.

"Officer BOSCORELLI. Long time no see. I bet you don't even
remember me."

She grabbed the rope holding his right hand and pulled it
tight. Bosco's heart sank as days worth of effort was destroyed.
He exhaled, devestated.

"Do you remember me Officer?" He stared at her, dumbfounded.

"No friendly greeting? You must've forgotten who I am."

Angela walked around the bed and tightened the other ropes.

"We're gonna play a guessing game. I think it's in your best
interests to participate."

He watched her as she walked over to a table on the far side of
the room. Bosco struggled to see her hands, but he couldn't.

Angela looked at Ricardo who had been sitting in a chair to the
side, and he stood.

Bosco had a split second to register a pair of plyers in Angela's
hand before his face was grabbed by what felt like a vice and his
mouth was forced open.

"Eeny-meeny-miney-mo" she sang quietly as he struggled against
Ricardo's grasp. His injured skull screamed at him to stop, but
he didn't want to find out what the plyers would do if he quit.

Ricardo let go for a minute, and Bosco clamped his mouth shut
and locked his jaws.

Ricardo sighed, mildly agitated, cracked his knuckles, and
swiftly delivered a blow to Bosco's upper torso which sent all
the air flying out of him.

He gasped for oxygen but none would come. His lungs were
frozen, and Bosco panicked, making it worse. Ricardo took
advantage of his shock and resumed his position, holding Bosco's
mouth wide open.

Angela leaned in over Bosco, who was starting to feel lightheaded.

He lay paralyzed as he felt the plyers enter his mouth, and clamp
down around his farthest back right molar.

"You get one guess per tooth. I would sure hate to see you lose
this one. You take pretty good care of your teeth. Hope you've
got good insurance..."

His lungs found their bearings and he sucked in more air than he
could handle. Ricardo tightened his grip, his thumbs crushing
Bosco's temples. Flashes of color floated before Bosco's
eyes and he forced himself to relax.

"So..." the plyers twisted his tooth slightly. "Who am I?"

She pulled hard, hard enough to cause pain shoot up through his
jaw, but not hard enough to pull it out.

"Angela Karas!" he spat, tongue hitting the irony metal of
the device in his mouth.

She pulled back, satisfied, and mildly shocked.

"I'm impressed. It's been eight years now." She pulled the
plyers out of his mouth and lifted them up to her face, gazing
at them intently. "Round Two: What was the name of the man
that you MURDERED?!" Both men jumped at the hysterical scream
that came from nowhere.

Bosco felt Ricardo recoil a little and although his grip
loosened only slightly, and Bosco couldn't get his head free
(and wasn't going to try), his pounding head was relieved.

She pounced on him then, digging her nails into his neck
and shoving the pliers in his mouth once more, grabbing hold
of the same tooth.

"Raycott...Richard Raycott.." he sputtered.

She got off of him, stared down in disgust, then threw the plyers
at his face. He ducked, but the handle contacted with his cheek
bone, and he hissed in pain.

"How you feelin' Rico?" she asked with her back to them, staring
down at the table quietly.

"Like shit." his voice was monotone but Bos could see him smile
slightly.

"You ready for somethin'?"

"Always."

She turned and smiled at Ricardo. "How about our guest?"

"I think it's only hospitable." he replied.

Ricardo grabbed him again, this time by the shoulders. Bosco
bucked beneath him, struggling against the ropes, and Ricardo
had a hard time holding on. He let go and got up on the bed,
pinning Bosco down with his knee. Bosco's line of sight was
now blocked completely by Rico's body, and he felt the big man's
hands grab his forearm.

He felt a quick sting and his arm started to tingle. He started
to yell and make as much noise as he could, but whatever they
had just put into him was causing him to lose track of his thoughts,
and he quickly calmed down.

He couldn't seem to catch his breath and the room started spinning.
The world around him started to echo, and he could hear raucous
laughter as the drugs tore into him, sending him into a confusing
and frightening world of his mind.

==*==
Same day
1013 Burlington St.
7:22 pm

He awoke to a pounding headache, a throbbing tooth, and sharp
pains from his stomach. As his vision cleared, he saw Ricardo
watching him from across the room.

"ANGELA!" He yelled, and Bosco winced at the volume.

She walked in regally, clapping her hands when she saw him awake.

They both started to giggle and he realized they were stoned.
Ricardo was tossing back another beer. Bosco had lost count of
the amount of alcohol he consumed two days ago. He was sickened
at their drinking and drugging, and he felt anger rise in him
as he realized that he had been drugged, too.

According to his watch, he had been gone for 6 days now. He
knew someone had to be looking for him at this point...Faith
would have noticed his absence days ago.

Faith. His stomach turned at the thought that he might never see
her again.

The laughter stopped and Angela glanced toward the table.

From his angle, Bosco could see shapes on the table, and knew that
that was where she was keeping all of the...supplies she was
using to torture him, but he couldn't see what they were.

She walked over to the table, her back to him so he couldn't
see what she was doing. She picked up something and arched
her neck backward. He could see a sick smile in her eyes.

Bosco's heart beat faster and he struggled in vain against the
ropes tying him to the bed. He knew it was futile but he
couldn't help it.

She turned slowly, a large knife in her hand, and Ricardo
laughed from his seat in the corner. He shook his head
and took another swig from the bottle he was holding.

Bosco's chest was tight.

"So Officer..." she said, her voice dripping with psychotic
happiness.

"Do you think about Richie? Do you think about the man you
MURDERED?!"

He stared at her, hearing in his heart pounding in his ears.
She licked her lips. She was so high, there was no telling what
she would or could do.

She took his silence as an answer.

"Of course you wouldn't. You selfish, heartless, worthless..."
she trailed off, looking at her reflection in the blade.
"I'm going to make sure that that doesn't happen again. As long
as you live, you'll remember Richie."

She nodded to Ricardo who took another swig and casually stood,
pulling out his gun and putting it to Bosco's head.

Bosco swallowed and looked to Angela, who was swaying next to him.
She trapped him with her eyes and he stopped pulling at the
ropes for a minute, caught in her hypnotic gaze.

She got on top of him, straddling him, and ran her fingers over
his bare chest. He watched in horror as the blade came nearer,
reflecting the light from the window.

"You'll remember."

==*==
Four days later
1:06 pm

The time after the cutting was a blur to Bosco. They kept drugging
him every time he woke up, and he retained enough sense to realize
that they were giving him a seditive. Days went by in a blur, and
if it weren't for his watch's date feature, he would have no concept
of how long he'd been gone.

When he did wake up, he only felt hungry and zoned out. Occasionally
he would realize his chest was burning, or his head hurt, but
most of the time, he just watched the ceiling swim above him.

He never had enough time to clear his head and start working on his
restraints before the syringe would be in him again.

They had been feeding him every couple of days. Angela mentioned
something about him being around for the big surprise she wanted
to keep him alive for. He only half-registered what she was saying,
more focused on the food that he was being fed.

So far he'd had one cold cheeseburger, some rubbery egg-creation
he was very suspicious of, and cold, canned ravioli. Although he
was mentally hesitant to put anything they gave him in his mouth,
his stomach screamed for food, and he knew that if he refused, he
might not get another chance to eat.

Plus, he realized that the way Angela was treating him and the
situation, she would be more crafty than to kill him with food.

She had made her plans to torture him very clear.

==*==
Two days later
1013 Burlington St.
6:58 pm

He opened his eyes 10 minutes after he heard the door slam behind
her. When he was sure it was safe.

She had gagged him again, and decided to take out her frustrations
on him with a baseball bat. He coughed, cringing as his ribs
screamed out in pain. She had hit him pretty much everywhere, but
when she got him in the ribs, he knew she'd done damage.

He heard them crack.

He coughed against the gag in his mouth, and in the back of his
throat he could taste metal. He wondered if it were his lungs
or his stomach that was bleeding.

He figured the latter, since he wasn't having much trouble breathing.
Other than the broken ribs, of course.

She had given him something yesterday, which he assumed was water,
and he sucked it down as fast as she would give it to him, but he
realized after he'd swallowed about a pint that it was some
type of chemical.

By the time he'd thrown it up, his mouth, throat and stomach were
all on fire: a pain which hadn't subsided since.

He cursed himself for not knowing. She had that look on her face
when she'd approached him with the bottle. He should have known
she was up to something.

She laughed as he threw up, holding a basin out for him so she
wouldn't have to clean anything up.

She'd left hysterical and he hadn't seen her until she'd returned
today with the bat.

Bosco lay back and tried to relax. It was no use being tense
when he knew he could never nurse his wounds.

He wondered where Ricardo was. He hadn't seen him for quite
awhile...maybe days.

He wished more than anything for Faith right now. It had been
over a week now...had they found any traces of him? He had lost
hope long ago that she would come crashing through the door to
save him. But he hoped that they hadn't given up on him yet.

He thought of her all the time. Sometimes it was all he could
do to retain his sanity. He prayed she was alright, and she
wasn't worrying too much, even though he knew she was. She
meant more to him than anything, and the thought of her suffering...
he would endure a thousand times worse than what he was going
through now to stop any pain she would feel.

All he wanted right now was her. He wanted to feel her arms
around him, and he wanted her to tell him it would be alright.
He would never admit it to anyone, but the thought of her
warm embrace caused his eyes to well up with tears, and he
choked back a sob as he imagined she was there.

==*==
The Next Day
1013 Burlington St.
11:26 pm

He had been left in darkness all day. Neither Angela or
Ricardo had come in to check on him, and the house was quiet.

He had dozed on and off, sleeping fitfully, then waking and trying
again to free himself--something that was getting harder and harder
as he sustained more and more injuries.

He couldn't do very much before having to take a break and let
his body relax, and it annoyed him. So did the gag. He didn't
know why they did it. He hardly talked, and only screamed when
they did things to him.

He had only caused a scene once, and he had gotten it pretty bad
from Ricardo after they'd shut him up.

He hadn't eaten in days, and he felt wired and spacey. He could
swear that he had levitated off the bed at least 4 times that
day. Spotty vision was becoming the norm.

They hadn't sedated him for awhile, either. Angela promised him
his surprise was coming and she didn't want him to be too drugged
up to miss it.

His mind raced and his stomach flipped at the thought of what she
was planning. A million horrific scenarios went through his mind,
but nothing prepared him for what happened next.

The door to the room opened quickly, slamming against the wall,
and Angela entered, with Ricardo in tow. He was dragging a
large object behind him. Bosco recognized it was a person,
bound and gagged. Ricardo set the figure down in one of the
metal folding chairs and placed his hands on the new hostage's
shoulders.

Bosco almost passed out when he saw who it was.

"Officer Yokas was really worried about you Boscorelli! She
decided to come for a visit."

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END OF PART NINE (9/?)