Returning the Favor
Chapter 13
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About three months had passed since Bosco was shot. He had been undergoing some pretty intense physical therapy at the hospital. He had badgered the doctors and the Department about coming back to work. He was going stir crazy just going for his therapy and going home. Sure, the guys would stop by and bring him with them when they went out as a group, but it just wasn't the same. They were all swapping stories and having new adventures and he was getting left behind. Of course, the therapy did have it's perks - he was on a more than professional level with more than one of the nurses that took care of him while he was in the hospital. Finally, after he was able to get around more than a little bit with just a cane - having been able to get rid of the wheelchair - he was allowed back to light duty. That meant working the desk and helping out with processing the incoming prisoners into the holding cells. He had a newfound respect for the Lieutenant's job when he started helping out with the tremendous amount of paperwork, but he was longing for the day that he could re-join Faith on patrol.
Littrell had been in to see him quite frequently while he was in the hospital and they had become pretty good friends. A lot of times when he wasn't working, Littrell would either pick Bosco up and bring him or meet him at the hospital to help him with his therapy. He actually enjoyed it and was thinking of going back to school to become a therapist. He'd never give up his job as a paramedic because he loved it and had managed to become part of the family that is the FDNY.
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On this day, Bosco was working the desk and Littrell was working across the street with Alex. Doc had taken a rare day off so Carlos was working with Kim. "I'd like to be a fly on the wall of that bus," Bosco thought to himself as he made his way across the street. On the days that he didn't have therapy, he usually wandered over to Camelot to work out with either Jimmy or Littrell. He'd gotten into the routine of a daily workout when he was first in therapy so he just kept it up and he'd never felt stronger.
Jimmy watched Bosco making his way across the street and Littrell came up behind him, knowing that it was about that time. "I never thought he'd make it back this fast," Jimmy said to Littrell over his shoulder.
"The man has determination. I'll give him that," Littrell said, slapping Jimmy on the back and heading off to the locker room to get his sweats on.
Jimmy walked outside to meet Bosco as he came to the door. "Hey, Bosco. Littrell's looking for a pretty heavy workout today. You sure you're up for it?" he said lightly.
"Bring it on," Bosco said, walking into the locker room to change from his uniform to his gym clothes.
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Just as Bosco and Littrell started their workout, the alarm sounded, sending the truck on a fire call along with Alex and Littrell. Littrell put his weights down and started to get up when Kim and Doc ran by. "Keep working, we'll take this one!"
"Thanks, guys," Littrell called after them as he went back to his workout.
Alex peeked around the corner. She had finished doing some work out on the apparatus and greeted Bosco, "Hey Bosco! Littrell, I'm gonna hit the shower while you guys are working out. Holler if we get a run."
"You got it, Alex," Littrell responded.
A few minutes after Alex had gone upstairs, a lone figure wandered into the station. He noticed that there seemed to be no one around and started looking through the firehouse. He heard some noise down a hallway that sounded like weights being used and he cautiously headed in that direction.
He stood outside of the room and listened to the conversation of the two men and immediately recognized one of the voices as the man he was looking for. He took the gun out of his waistband and took one last look around to make sure that no one was going to interfere. He stepped into the doorway and located his target.
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TBC...
Chapter 13
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About three months had passed since Bosco was shot. He had been undergoing some pretty intense physical therapy at the hospital. He had badgered the doctors and the Department about coming back to work. He was going stir crazy just going for his therapy and going home. Sure, the guys would stop by and bring him with them when they went out as a group, but it just wasn't the same. They were all swapping stories and having new adventures and he was getting left behind. Of course, the therapy did have it's perks - he was on a more than professional level with more than one of the nurses that took care of him while he was in the hospital. Finally, after he was able to get around more than a little bit with just a cane - having been able to get rid of the wheelchair - he was allowed back to light duty. That meant working the desk and helping out with processing the incoming prisoners into the holding cells. He had a newfound respect for the Lieutenant's job when he started helping out with the tremendous amount of paperwork, but he was longing for the day that he could re-join Faith on patrol.
Littrell had been in to see him quite frequently while he was in the hospital and they had become pretty good friends. A lot of times when he wasn't working, Littrell would either pick Bosco up and bring him or meet him at the hospital to help him with his therapy. He actually enjoyed it and was thinking of going back to school to become a therapist. He'd never give up his job as a paramedic because he loved it and had managed to become part of the family that is the FDNY.
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On this day, Bosco was working the desk and Littrell was working across the street with Alex. Doc had taken a rare day off so Carlos was working with Kim. "I'd like to be a fly on the wall of that bus," Bosco thought to himself as he made his way across the street. On the days that he didn't have therapy, he usually wandered over to Camelot to work out with either Jimmy or Littrell. He'd gotten into the routine of a daily workout when he was first in therapy so he just kept it up and he'd never felt stronger.
Jimmy watched Bosco making his way across the street and Littrell came up behind him, knowing that it was about that time. "I never thought he'd make it back this fast," Jimmy said to Littrell over his shoulder.
"The man has determination. I'll give him that," Littrell said, slapping Jimmy on the back and heading off to the locker room to get his sweats on.
Jimmy walked outside to meet Bosco as he came to the door. "Hey, Bosco. Littrell's looking for a pretty heavy workout today. You sure you're up for it?" he said lightly.
"Bring it on," Bosco said, walking into the locker room to change from his uniform to his gym clothes.
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Just as Bosco and Littrell started their workout, the alarm sounded, sending the truck on a fire call along with Alex and Littrell. Littrell put his weights down and started to get up when Kim and Doc ran by. "Keep working, we'll take this one!"
"Thanks, guys," Littrell called after them as he went back to his workout.
Alex peeked around the corner. She had finished doing some work out on the apparatus and greeted Bosco, "Hey Bosco! Littrell, I'm gonna hit the shower while you guys are working out. Holler if we get a run."
"You got it, Alex," Littrell responded.
A few minutes after Alex had gone upstairs, a lone figure wandered into the station. He noticed that there seemed to be no one around and started looking through the firehouse. He heard some noise down a hallway that sounded like weights being used and he cautiously headed in that direction.
He stood outside of the room and listened to the conversation of the two men and immediately recognized one of the voices as the man he was looking for. He took the gun out of his waistband and took one last look around to make sure that no one was going to interfere. He stepped into the doorway and located his target.
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TBC...