Ok, so I've been perusing some TW sites, and checking up on this
board, but no new posts were coming so I decided I needed some form
of entertainment, and figured that this would be the best solution.
Besides, with this big black rain cloud hanging over TW now (I like
to call her Cr*z), I needed desperately to slip back into my world
where she doesn't exist.
I finally think that I have a ball park number of chapters for this,
so all of you can set your sights on a nearing end. This is part
14, and I am assuming that there will be approximately 20-23. :)
(Now you know there's more action looming ahead! ;) :o ;) )
I have NEVER written a fic this long before in my life! As of
chapter 13, it is up to 60 pages! :o :o :o
Once again, I would like to thank all of you for your continuing
support and kind words( ;) ) I wouldn't be this far without you!
~Amanda
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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
(14/?)
==*==
55 Station House
11:18 pm
"Hey. How was your last day as a desk man?" Faith walked into the locker room as
Bosco was pulling on his sweatshirt. Her hair and clothes were soaked.
It had been storming all day.
Bosco snapped into his 'I'm-fine-everything-is-back-to-normal' act
quickly. It was getting easier and easier to do.
Or maybe things were just getting better.
"Same as always. I got a new stapler though. Go figure they gimme
one the day I'm set to leave."
Faith chuckled, "Well, you'll be back with me tomorrow."
"Hmmm..."
"What?"
"Where am I gonna keep a stapler in the RMP?" He looked at her and
cracked a smile.
"The glove compartment."
"What about my post-it notes and my white-out?"
"You're starting to scare me. Sounds like you ENJOYED doing paperwork!
I'll have to remember this next time we have any on patrol!"
"Yeah, keep dreamin'."
Faith finished getting ready and pulled on her hat and gloves.
Bosco grabbed the umbrella out of her locker for her and they
walked to the parking lot.
Fred had been nice enough to let Faith use the truck these last couple
weeks. He was nervous about her safety now after Bosco had been attacked,
and her walking to the subway alone was making him worry.
"Thanks again for givin' me a ride." Faith unlocked the doors and Bosco
climbed up into the truck.
"No problem."
They didn't talk much until they pulled up to his apartment. She put the truck in
park and turned to look at him, noticing the dark circles under his
eyes and the gaunt look his face still had. It had been weeks and he still
hadn't gained back any of the weight he'd lost...in fact, had he lost even more?
"Thanks." he said, reaching for the door handle.
"You sleepin ok?"
He stopped and turned to look at her confused. "What?"
"You look like crap."
"Thanks!" he laughed, then straightened up. "I'm fine."
"Are you eating?"
"Faith, it's late. You've gotta get home. Fred'll worry." He opened the
door and slid out, turning to look at her. "Maybe a little sleep would be
good for [i]you[/i]."
She nodded, watching him skirt around the truth through his stormy eyes. He fidgeted
under her gaze.
"Thanks again. I'll see you tomorrow" slamming the car door and walking
away quickly.
Faith watched him unlock the door and disappear into the building.
==*==
[i] "Officer Yokas was really worried about you Boscorelli! She
decided to come for a visit."
Bosco couldn't breathe. He screamed as hard as he could against
the gag in his mouth, but it all came out muffled. He recklessly
tore himself against the ropes holding him to the bed to no avail.
Anger, fear, and adrenaline surged through him.
He met Faith's eyes. It was dark, but he could see her eyes.
She was scared...confused. She didn't look hurt, but he could see
her trembling.
"I know you care about her, don't you?" Angela's voice was sickly
sweet, dripping with drug-laden high and mockery.
Bosco's heart was racing and his nerves were in overdrive. He felt
like he had been electrocuted.
He couldn't let anything happen to her. He couldn't. Not to Faith.
He would die first.
"You wouldn't want anything to hurt her, would you?" Angela's eyes
caught Bosco's. There was no bluffing in them--she was serious.
[b] NO. NO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING![/b]
Bosco's heart tightened when he saw Ricardo with the tarp. He tried
to push all the horrific thoughts he had about the tarp out of his
mind, but they flashed through it like a hurricane.
Images of Faith and her family. Images of a funeral.
A muffled sob escaped his throat, as he pulled at the tight
restraints half-heartedly. He couldn't get out. It was useless.
He couldn't...
NO! He wouldn't accept it. He started to struggle again, ignoring
his body's reaction. Pain exploded from his head, and chest and
just about everywhere else. He felt some of the cuts on his chest
break open and start to bleed again.
He could hear someone screaming and realized it was him.
Angela watched him, amused for a moment, then resumed her taunts.
"In fact, you LOVE her don't you?"
Bosco saw her reach to her side, and could see something glint in her
hand. A gun.
His heart raced, and hopeless, frustrated tears ran down his face.
He had to protect her. He had to. And he couldn't.
He could only make out her eyes...the terrified look he found there
caused his heart to skip a beat.
"You know who I loved, Officer? I loved Richard J. Raycott. He's
dead now. But you know that, don't you? YOU KILLED HIM!!!"
She pulled Faith to her feet, onto the middle of the tarp, into the
light from the hall.
"So, I think it's only fair to show you what it feels like."
Angela put the gun to Faith's head, and he saw she was crying.
She began to struggle also, and he could hear her sobbing into her
gag.
Bosco looked to Faith and his breath caught in his throat.
It was Faith.
[b]IT WAS FAITH![/b][/i]
Bosco awoke screaming Faith's name. His heart was pounding in his
chest and he was out of breath.
Shaking, he stared at the ceiling for a minute, trying to convince
himself it had been a dream.
Faith was fine. Jane Doe had died that night. Not Faith.
"Faith is fine." He said outloud, his voice a mere croak in the empty
apartment.
Peeling himself off the couch, Bosco stood on trembling legs and
staggered to the bathroom, feeling his sweaty clothes sticking to him.
He stood at the sink a minute, catching his bearings, trying to bring
himself back to reality.
A quick flash and a bang caused him to jump. It was still storming.
"Damn rain." he muttered to himself, splashing water onto his face, rubbing
his eyes. He swallowed a couple of Tylenol with a handful of water and
looked at himself in the mirror.
He didn't recognize himself.
"Supposed to be freakin' SNOWING." he turned from the bathroom, from his
image quickly, trying to move his mind to other thoughts.
It had been pouring all day. He had hoped it would let up a little by
the time he got home. He really needed to run tonight. He had too much to
think about to sit home. Bosco glanced at his watch, and realized that
he would be back on patrol in 10 hours.
He needed it now more than ever, but it had still be thundering and
lightning pretty bad, and he wasn't desperate or stupid enough to go
outside and risk getting struck by lightening.
So he had stayed in. Just for this one night. He could do it. No
problem.
Somewhere around 4 am though, his body gave out on him. He had fallen asleep.
Every light in the place was on. The tv was fairly loud. He was sitting in
the most uncomfortable position he could manage. But he had still fallen asleep.
Unsure what to do with himself, and knowing going back to sleep wasn't an option,
Bosco shuffled to the kitchen.
He flipped on the light and stood for a minute looking around. Deciding to eat
purely out of boredom, he fixed himself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the
table.
He poked around in it for awhile, watching the flakes get soggy, pushing them
down, watching them float back up.
His mind being left to wander, his dream flashed in his memory.
[i] "Officer Yokas was really worried about you Boscorelli! She
decided to come for a visit." [/i]
[i] "You wouldn't want anything to hurt her, would you?" [/i]
Bosco grabbed his head and rubbed his eyes, trying to stop the memories.
[i] "In fact, you LOVE her, don't you?"
IT WAS FAITH! [/i]
Without realizing it, Bosco grabbed the cereal bowl and threw it full force
into the wall. The shattering porcelain roused him from his flashback and he
opened his eyes to find his hands shaking and milk and cereal all over the
kitchen.
==*==
Arthur & 11th
55 David
4:08 pm
Getting back into 55 David was even more awkward than walking back into the
station after so many months away.
Whats more, Faith was driving. Not that Bosco minded--he was grateful really--
but it would have been strange enough if he had been back in the drivers seat.
Things had been quiet so far, but they were only an hour into the shift.
An hour of living hell for Bosco.
He had mixed feelings when Dr. Rex told him he could go back to work. And
now actually being on patrol again...it scared him.
Deep down, even though he wouldn't even admit it to himself, he didn't feel ready
for work. He hadn't even gone through therapy the way he should have, so that
wasn't to any benefit. So many dangerous things happen to police officers...and
that's how he had gotten mixed up with Angela in the first place.
What if some other perp decided to do the same thing a few years from now when
they get out of prison? Or...or what if they did it to FAITH?
Bosco looked over at her as she gazed at the road. She was so beautiful. She
had such a calm, nurturing way about her, and as much as he teased her, he really
did need her to be there sometimes.
He couldn't imagine having a male partner. He couldn't imagine having [i]any[/i] other
partner. Faith was everything to him. He would never put her in harms way intentionally.
He would kill himself if something ever happened to her. He loved her more
than he loved anything, and on so many levels.
His mind flashed back to his dream...seeing Faith with the gun to her head...not
Jane Doe, and he shut his eyes tight and struggled to think of something else.
He felt her hand on his arm, shaking him.
"Bosco? Bosco? Are you a'right?"
"Yeah, I just have a little headache."
She didn't believe him and he knew it.
"You want some coffee? You need to stop?" She had been just as worried as he
had about him returning for duty, but for different reasons.
She didn't think he was mentally ready. She knew he half-assed the therapy
and it was obvious he wasn't coping with this. She had tried so hard to
talk to him, but he wouldn't break. Now she was regretting not mentioning
it to Swersky. This was a stressful job and if he wouldn't be able to handle
it...
"No, no, I'm good, just a headache."
"Ok."
They rode for longer in silence. They had one traffic violation stop, and Bosco
waited in the car while Faith wrote the ticket.
All day Faith tried to make small talk, but it wasn't going anywhere. She and Bosco
didn't do the small talk thing. They always discussed real issues.
Not today.
'But maybe he [i]does[/i] have a headache.' She reasoned with herself. 'Maybe he
[i]is[/i] getting better. Maybe I'm overreacting.'
"Or maybe not." She muttered under her breath. Bosco didn't notice.
====================
END OF PART FOURTEEN (14/?)
board, but no new posts were coming so I decided I needed some form
of entertainment, and figured that this would be the best solution.
Besides, with this big black rain cloud hanging over TW now (I like
to call her Cr*z), I needed desperately to slip back into my world
where she doesn't exist.
I finally think that I have a ball park number of chapters for this,
so all of you can set your sights on a nearing end. This is part
14, and I am assuming that there will be approximately 20-23. :)
(Now you know there's more action looming ahead! ;) :o ;) )
I have NEVER written a fic this long before in my life! As of
chapter 13, it is up to 60 pages! :o :o :o
Once again, I would like to thank all of you for your continuing
support and kind words( ;) ) I wouldn't be this far without you!
~Amanda
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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
(14/?)
==*==
55 Station House
11:18 pm
"Hey. How was your last day as a desk man?" Faith walked into the locker room as
Bosco was pulling on his sweatshirt. Her hair and clothes were soaked.
It had been storming all day.
Bosco snapped into his 'I'm-fine-everything-is-back-to-normal' act
quickly. It was getting easier and easier to do.
Or maybe things were just getting better.
"Same as always. I got a new stapler though. Go figure they gimme
one the day I'm set to leave."
Faith chuckled, "Well, you'll be back with me tomorrow."
"Hmmm..."
"What?"
"Where am I gonna keep a stapler in the RMP?" He looked at her and
cracked a smile.
"The glove compartment."
"What about my post-it notes and my white-out?"
"You're starting to scare me. Sounds like you ENJOYED doing paperwork!
I'll have to remember this next time we have any on patrol!"
"Yeah, keep dreamin'."
Faith finished getting ready and pulled on her hat and gloves.
Bosco grabbed the umbrella out of her locker for her and they
walked to the parking lot.
Fred had been nice enough to let Faith use the truck these last couple
weeks. He was nervous about her safety now after Bosco had been attacked,
and her walking to the subway alone was making him worry.
"Thanks again for givin' me a ride." Faith unlocked the doors and Bosco
climbed up into the truck.
"No problem."
They didn't talk much until they pulled up to his apartment. She put the truck in
park and turned to look at him, noticing the dark circles under his
eyes and the gaunt look his face still had. It had been weeks and he still
hadn't gained back any of the weight he'd lost...in fact, had he lost even more?
"Thanks." he said, reaching for the door handle.
"You sleepin ok?"
He stopped and turned to look at her confused. "What?"
"You look like crap."
"Thanks!" he laughed, then straightened up. "I'm fine."
"Are you eating?"
"Faith, it's late. You've gotta get home. Fred'll worry." He opened the
door and slid out, turning to look at her. "Maybe a little sleep would be
good for [i]you[/i]."
She nodded, watching him skirt around the truth through his stormy eyes. He fidgeted
under her gaze.
"Thanks again. I'll see you tomorrow" slamming the car door and walking
away quickly.
Faith watched him unlock the door and disappear into the building.
==*==
[i] "Officer Yokas was really worried about you Boscorelli! She
decided to come for a visit."
Bosco couldn't breathe. He screamed as hard as he could against
the gag in his mouth, but it all came out muffled. He recklessly
tore himself against the ropes holding him to the bed to no avail.
Anger, fear, and adrenaline surged through him.
He met Faith's eyes. It was dark, but he could see her eyes.
She was scared...confused. She didn't look hurt, but he could see
her trembling.
"I know you care about her, don't you?" Angela's voice was sickly
sweet, dripping with drug-laden high and mockery.
Bosco's heart was racing and his nerves were in overdrive. He felt
like he had been electrocuted.
He couldn't let anything happen to her. He couldn't. Not to Faith.
He would die first.
"You wouldn't want anything to hurt her, would you?" Angela's eyes
caught Bosco's. There was no bluffing in them--she was serious.
[b] NO. NO THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING![/b]
Bosco's heart tightened when he saw Ricardo with the tarp. He tried
to push all the horrific thoughts he had about the tarp out of his
mind, but they flashed through it like a hurricane.
Images of Faith and her family. Images of a funeral.
A muffled sob escaped his throat, as he pulled at the tight
restraints half-heartedly. He couldn't get out. It was useless.
He couldn't...
NO! He wouldn't accept it. He started to struggle again, ignoring
his body's reaction. Pain exploded from his head, and chest and
just about everywhere else. He felt some of the cuts on his chest
break open and start to bleed again.
He could hear someone screaming and realized it was him.
Angela watched him, amused for a moment, then resumed her taunts.
"In fact, you LOVE her don't you?"
Bosco saw her reach to her side, and could see something glint in her
hand. A gun.
His heart raced, and hopeless, frustrated tears ran down his face.
He had to protect her. He had to. And he couldn't.
He could only make out her eyes...the terrified look he found there
caused his heart to skip a beat.
"You know who I loved, Officer? I loved Richard J. Raycott. He's
dead now. But you know that, don't you? YOU KILLED HIM!!!"
She pulled Faith to her feet, onto the middle of the tarp, into the
light from the hall.
"So, I think it's only fair to show you what it feels like."
Angela put the gun to Faith's head, and he saw she was crying.
She began to struggle also, and he could hear her sobbing into her
gag.
Bosco looked to Faith and his breath caught in his throat.
It was Faith.
[b]IT WAS FAITH![/b][/i]
Bosco awoke screaming Faith's name. His heart was pounding in his
chest and he was out of breath.
Shaking, he stared at the ceiling for a minute, trying to convince
himself it had been a dream.
Faith was fine. Jane Doe had died that night. Not Faith.
"Faith is fine." He said outloud, his voice a mere croak in the empty
apartment.
Peeling himself off the couch, Bosco stood on trembling legs and
staggered to the bathroom, feeling his sweaty clothes sticking to him.
He stood at the sink a minute, catching his bearings, trying to bring
himself back to reality.
A quick flash and a bang caused him to jump. It was still storming.
"Damn rain." he muttered to himself, splashing water onto his face, rubbing
his eyes. He swallowed a couple of Tylenol with a handful of water and
looked at himself in the mirror.
He didn't recognize himself.
"Supposed to be freakin' SNOWING." he turned from the bathroom, from his
image quickly, trying to move his mind to other thoughts.
It had been pouring all day. He had hoped it would let up a little by
the time he got home. He really needed to run tonight. He had too much to
think about to sit home. Bosco glanced at his watch, and realized that
he would be back on patrol in 10 hours.
He needed it now more than ever, but it had still be thundering and
lightning pretty bad, and he wasn't desperate or stupid enough to go
outside and risk getting struck by lightening.
So he had stayed in. Just for this one night. He could do it. No
problem.
Somewhere around 4 am though, his body gave out on him. He had fallen asleep.
Every light in the place was on. The tv was fairly loud. He was sitting in
the most uncomfortable position he could manage. But he had still fallen asleep.
Unsure what to do with himself, and knowing going back to sleep wasn't an option,
Bosco shuffled to the kitchen.
He flipped on the light and stood for a minute looking around. Deciding to eat
purely out of boredom, he fixed himself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the
table.
He poked around in it for awhile, watching the flakes get soggy, pushing them
down, watching them float back up.
His mind being left to wander, his dream flashed in his memory.
[i] "Officer Yokas was really worried about you Boscorelli! She
decided to come for a visit." [/i]
[i] "You wouldn't want anything to hurt her, would you?" [/i]
Bosco grabbed his head and rubbed his eyes, trying to stop the memories.
[i] "In fact, you LOVE her, don't you?"
IT WAS FAITH! [/i]
Without realizing it, Bosco grabbed the cereal bowl and threw it full force
into the wall. The shattering porcelain roused him from his flashback and he
opened his eyes to find his hands shaking and milk and cereal all over the
kitchen.
==*==
Arthur & 11th
55 David
4:08 pm
Getting back into 55 David was even more awkward than walking back into the
station after so many months away.
Whats more, Faith was driving. Not that Bosco minded--he was grateful really--
but it would have been strange enough if he had been back in the drivers seat.
Things had been quiet so far, but they were only an hour into the shift.
An hour of living hell for Bosco.
He had mixed feelings when Dr. Rex told him he could go back to work. And
now actually being on patrol again...it scared him.
Deep down, even though he wouldn't even admit it to himself, he didn't feel ready
for work. He hadn't even gone through therapy the way he should have, so that
wasn't to any benefit. So many dangerous things happen to police officers...and
that's how he had gotten mixed up with Angela in the first place.
What if some other perp decided to do the same thing a few years from now when
they get out of prison? Or...or what if they did it to FAITH?
Bosco looked over at her as she gazed at the road. She was so beautiful. She
had such a calm, nurturing way about her, and as much as he teased her, he really
did need her to be there sometimes.
He couldn't imagine having a male partner. He couldn't imagine having [i]any[/i] other
partner. Faith was everything to him. He would never put her in harms way intentionally.
He would kill himself if something ever happened to her. He loved her more
than he loved anything, and on so many levels.
His mind flashed back to his dream...seeing Faith with the gun to her head...not
Jane Doe, and he shut his eyes tight and struggled to think of something else.
He felt her hand on his arm, shaking him.
"Bosco? Bosco? Are you a'right?"
"Yeah, I just have a little headache."
She didn't believe him and he knew it.
"You want some coffee? You need to stop?" She had been just as worried as he
had about him returning for duty, but for different reasons.
She didn't think he was mentally ready. She knew he half-assed the therapy
and it was obvious he wasn't coping with this. She had tried so hard to
talk to him, but he wouldn't break. Now she was regretting not mentioning
it to Swersky. This was a stressful job and if he wouldn't be able to handle
it...
"No, no, I'm good, just a headache."
"Ok."
They rode for longer in silence. They had one traffic violation stop, and Bosco
waited in the car while Faith wrote the ticket.
All day Faith tried to make small talk, but it wasn't going anywhere. She and Bosco
didn't do the small talk thing. They always discussed real issues.
Not today.
'But maybe he [i]does[/i] have a headache.' She reasoned with herself. 'Maybe he
[i]is[/i] getting better. Maybe I'm overreacting.'
"Or maybe not." She muttered under her breath. Bosco didn't notice.
====================
END OF PART FOURTEEN (14/?)
