Picture
1: a design or representation made by various means (as painting, drawing, or photography) 2: a description so vivid or graphic as to suggest a mental image or give an accurate idea of something
Pictures. Pictures tell it all. They tell the past, the present, and help you out in the future. Pictures are something everyone cherish and love. Silly pictures, serious pictures, even bad pictures. Pictures that give clues, pictures that were never meant to be taken. Without pictures history wouldn't be the way it is. Sure, we'd still have information but we'd have no idea how to "picture" things.
You know mothers love to take pictures. You could come home with a yearbook picture, zits covering your face and your eyes squinted and she'd still think it was the best thing you have ever seen. Moms, the mystery of their ways will never be discovered. ~~~
Bosco walked into the 55th precinct at 2:45 and was greeted by Sergeant Cruz. Many authorities were gathered around the front desk, their heads held low as the Captain spoke to all of them. Bosco stood behind Cruz wondering what was going on.
He whispered quietly in her ear, "What is going on?"
"Nothing Boscorelli, go get dressed for 55 David, I don't need you today." She kept her glance in front of her, not even glancing back at the now pissed off cop. He walked slowly up the stairs to the locker room where he was greeted by Faith. She wasn't happy to see him.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were working with Cruz."
"Unfortunately I'm stuck here." He sat down on the bench and took his shirt off, exposing his defined chest. Faith stared down at him but turned away quickly, not wanting to get caught up in his attractiveness.
"This day is going to be fun." Faith slammed her locker door shut and walked out, dreading Bosco's negative attitude but looking forward to actually getting to be with him. Deep down she didn't want him and her to split up but her pride wouldn't allow her to say that. ~~~
Swersky's face was grim as he stood behind his podium in roll call. Bosco knew something was going on but he had no idea what. He scratched his temple and stared at Faith who also was confused.
"Quiet down people, quiet down!" Swersky banged his wrist hard on the wood of the podium causing a loud vibration. "We have some serious business to talk about today, I'd appreciate if you'd be quiet and listen up."
Bosco sniffed hard. Swersky was hardly ever this strict at roll call so something must have really happened.
"Two cops from the 11 to 7 shift were murdered last night. They were Steven Adams and Larry Lorence. They were making a routine traffic stop and were ambushed. As of right now we have no idea who it could possibly be or why it happened. We just want to let all of you know that you need to keep your eyes open. We don't know if they are targeting cops but just to be safe assume that they are. We need all of you to stay safe, we can't lose anymore-good men and women. Dismissed."
Bosco stayed seated for a moment. Faith approached him. "We gonna get going or are you just gonna sit here all day?" ~~~
Bosco took a long sip of his coffee and watched as two runners jogged past. The warm liquid burned his throat as it went down. He coughed slightly, his thoughts turning to the two cops from the late night shift.
"You think those two cop murders last night have anything to do with us?" Bosco didn't take his eyes off of the joggers as he waited for Faith to respond.
"As in, a murderer targeting cops or us in particular?"
"As in all cops."
"I don't know, guess we'll have to see. Hopefully they'll catch whoever did it before anything else happens." Their conversation seemed awkward after the fight they had had the other night about getting new partners. Faith just didn't feel the same around him. ~~~
5-5 Charlie, respond to 134 Riverdale, possible DOA. EMS has been notified."
Sully queued his radio, "10-4, 1-3-4 Riverdale."
They pulled up on scene and noticed two cops laying in their own pull of blood. It was Johnson and Hudson, two cops from the 45th precinct. Sully stood over them and felt his stomach sink.
"Sul, who are they?" Davis stared down at them, his heart racing out of his chest.
"Two guys from the 45th." He watched the street as Adam 5-5 pulled on scene. Kim and Doc exited the rig, bags in hand. Kim kneeled down beside Hudson and checked his pulse.
"No pulse. I think he's gone. He's rigored." Kim glanced back down at the body and noticed a piece of paper pried between the cops middle and index finger. "Sully, you might wanna look at this." Kim pointed down at the paper that had a few bloodstains on it.
Sully crouched down, but did not touch the evidence. "I can't tell what it is. We have to leave this for the detective." ~~~
Sully entered Swersky's office. He wanted to break the news to Lieu, even though he probably already knew.
"Lieu, two cops from the 45th got hit today. Johnson and Hudson. The detectives found a picture of a little boy on one of the bodies. We don't know if it has anything to do with Hudson but we'll ask the family if the little boy is in their family."
Swersky nodded. "Yeah, they found a picture of a boy on the two cops from last night too. Hopefully we'll find a tie in on these pictures and it'll give us some hints. We gotta get whoever this is, it really has me worried."
"Me too Lieu."
"Tell Bosco and Faith about this, they need to know to. I think Bosco played ball with Johnson."
"Will do Lieu." Sully shut the door and sighed, hating to break the news that more brother's in blue had been killed. It was always a hard thing losing one of your own. ~~~
Sully walked in the locker room Sully, noticing the silence between the two younger officers before him. He placed his hat in his locker and turned to face Bosco, who was buttoning up his shirt.
"Something on your mind Sul?" Bosco turned and grabbed his baseball cap and placed it on his head, bending the brim slightly.
"Yeah, I need to talk to both of you." Sully slowly sat down in a chair and sighed, his stomach feeling queasy as he tried to find the words to tell them.
Bosco's smile turned to a frown as he watched Sully. "Are you okay?" His face showed concern as he waited.
"No. Bosco, you play ball with Kevin Johnson right?"
"Yeah, that and he's a beer buddy. What's going on?"
Sully ran his hand over his hair. "Him and his partner Hudson were killed today."
Bosco leaned against the metal lockers, the room fell completely silent. "I'm assuming its linked to the other two right?" Bosco replied in a small whisper while looking back at Faith who was speechless.
"Yeah, it is. At both murder scenes they found a picture of a young boy. They don't know if it is the same boy or if the boy has something to do with the person murdered, but they are checking with the families to see what is going on with it. Swersky wanted me to tell you guys so you could be ready for anything. He's targeting us in this area."
"Thanks Sully." Faith patted his arm.
"No problem. I gotta get outta here. You guys stay safe."
"See ya Sul." Bosco turned towards Faith. "It's official, we have a cop killer on our hands."
"Goodnight Boz. Stay safe." She walked out, not even waiting for a reply. It was just too awkward to be around him, they weren't even supposed to be working together right now. ~~~
Bosco walked out into the parking lot, the cold night air brushing at him causing him to shiver slightly. He noticed Cruz walking towards him, a fake smile creeping across her face.
"Hey."
Bosco nodded and continued to walk towards his car.
"You wanna come by the house tonight?" Cruz's voice squeaked as she stared back at him.
"No." Bosco shook his head no and sighed.
"No?" Cruz arched her eyebrow, frowning slightly.
"No, I don't wanna come by. I've had quite a day and I don't feel like seeing you right now."
"That's a first." Cruz mumbled while beginning to walk away.
"You didn't have a use for me earlier today, why now? Because you need a good lay, is that it? I'm not into being used. Maybe you are but I'm not." He pointed at his chest and walked away quickly, feeling good about telling her off. ~~~
Detective Larson, the head homicide detective on the cop killer case, looked over the pictures from the two crime scenes. He scratched his temple as he thought about why the murderer was leaving such clues behind. He stared down at the two pictures of the small boy. He noticed that it was in fact the same child.
How did this child tie into these cop murders? That was a question that NEEDED to be answered, and quickly.
1: a design or representation made by various means (as painting, drawing, or photography) 2: a description so vivid or graphic as to suggest a mental image or give an accurate idea of something
Pictures. Pictures tell it all. They tell the past, the present, and help you out in the future. Pictures are something everyone cherish and love. Silly pictures, serious pictures, even bad pictures. Pictures that give clues, pictures that were never meant to be taken. Without pictures history wouldn't be the way it is. Sure, we'd still have information but we'd have no idea how to "picture" things.
You know mothers love to take pictures. You could come home with a yearbook picture, zits covering your face and your eyes squinted and she'd still think it was the best thing you have ever seen. Moms, the mystery of their ways will never be discovered. ~~~
Bosco walked into the 55th precinct at 2:45 and was greeted by Sergeant Cruz. Many authorities were gathered around the front desk, their heads held low as the Captain spoke to all of them. Bosco stood behind Cruz wondering what was going on.
He whispered quietly in her ear, "What is going on?"
"Nothing Boscorelli, go get dressed for 55 David, I don't need you today." She kept her glance in front of her, not even glancing back at the now pissed off cop. He walked slowly up the stairs to the locker room where he was greeted by Faith. She wasn't happy to see him.
"What are you doing here? I thought you were working with Cruz."
"Unfortunately I'm stuck here." He sat down on the bench and took his shirt off, exposing his defined chest. Faith stared down at him but turned away quickly, not wanting to get caught up in his attractiveness.
"This day is going to be fun." Faith slammed her locker door shut and walked out, dreading Bosco's negative attitude but looking forward to actually getting to be with him. Deep down she didn't want him and her to split up but her pride wouldn't allow her to say that. ~~~
Swersky's face was grim as he stood behind his podium in roll call. Bosco knew something was going on but he had no idea what. He scratched his temple and stared at Faith who also was confused.
"Quiet down people, quiet down!" Swersky banged his wrist hard on the wood of the podium causing a loud vibration. "We have some serious business to talk about today, I'd appreciate if you'd be quiet and listen up."
Bosco sniffed hard. Swersky was hardly ever this strict at roll call so something must have really happened.
"Two cops from the 11 to 7 shift were murdered last night. They were Steven Adams and Larry Lorence. They were making a routine traffic stop and were ambushed. As of right now we have no idea who it could possibly be or why it happened. We just want to let all of you know that you need to keep your eyes open. We don't know if they are targeting cops but just to be safe assume that they are. We need all of you to stay safe, we can't lose anymore-good men and women. Dismissed."
Bosco stayed seated for a moment. Faith approached him. "We gonna get going or are you just gonna sit here all day?" ~~~
Bosco took a long sip of his coffee and watched as two runners jogged past. The warm liquid burned his throat as it went down. He coughed slightly, his thoughts turning to the two cops from the late night shift.
"You think those two cop murders last night have anything to do with us?" Bosco didn't take his eyes off of the joggers as he waited for Faith to respond.
"As in, a murderer targeting cops or us in particular?"
"As in all cops."
"I don't know, guess we'll have to see. Hopefully they'll catch whoever did it before anything else happens." Their conversation seemed awkward after the fight they had had the other night about getting new partners. Faith just didn't feel the same around him. ~~~
5-5 Charlie, respond to 134 Riverdale, possible DOA. EMS has been notified."
Sully queued his radio, "10-4, 1-3-4 Riverdale."
They pulled up on scene and noticed two cops laying in their own pull of blood. It was Johnson and Hudson, two cops from the 45th precinct. Sully stood over them and felt his stomach sink.
"Sul, who are they?" Davis stared down at them, his heart racing out of his chest.
"Two guys from the 45th." He watched the street as Adam 5-5 pulled on scene. Kim and Doc exited the rig, bags in hand. Kim kneeled down beside Hudson and checked his pulse.
"No pulse. I think he's gone. He's rigored." Kim glanced back down at the body and noticed a piece of paper pried between the cops middle and index finger. "Sully, you might wanna look at this." Kim pointed down at the paper that had a few bloodstains on it.
Sully crouched down, but did not touch the evidence. "I can't tell what it is. We have to leave this for the detective." ~~~
Sully entered Swersky's office. He wanted to break the news to Lieu, even though he probably already knew.
"Lieu, two cops from the 45th got hit today. Johnson and Hudson. The detectives found a picture of a little boy on one of the bodies. We don't know if it has anything to do with Hudson but we'll ask the family if the little boy is in their family."
Swersky nodded. "Yeah, they found a picture of a boy on the two cops from last night too. Hopefully we'll find a tie in on these pictures and it'll give us some hints. We gotta get whoever this is, it really has me worried."
"Me too Lieu."
"Tell Bosco and Faith about this, they need to know to. I think Bosco played ball with Johnson."
"Will do Lieu." Sully shut the door and sighed, hating to break the news that more brother's in blue had been killed. It was always a hard thing losing one of your own. ~~~
Sully walked in the locker room Sully, noticing the silence between the two younger officers before him. He placed his hat in his locker and turned to face Bosco, who was buttoning up his shirt.
"Something on your mind Sul?" Bosco turned and grabbed his baseball cap and placed it on his head, bending the brim slightly.
"Yeah, I need to talk to both of you." Sully slowly sat down in a chair and sighed, his stomach feeling queasy as he tried to find the words to tell them.
Bosco's smile turned to a frown as he watched Sully. "Are you okay?" His face showed concern as he waited.
"No. Bosco, you play ball with Kevin Johnson right?"
"Yeah, that and he's a beer buddy. What's going on?"
Sully ran his hand over his hair. "Him and his partner Hudson were killed today."
Bosco leaned against the metal lockers, the room fell completely silent. "I'm assuming its linked to the other two right?" Bosco replied in a small whisper while looking back at Faith who was speechless.
"Yeah, it is. At both murder scenes they found a picture of a young boy. They don't know if it is the same boy or if the boy has something to do with the person murdered, but they are checking with the families to see what is going on with it. Swersky wanted me to tell you guys so you could be ready for anything. He's targeting us in this area."
"Thanks Sully." Faith patted his arm.
"No problem. I gotta get outta here. You guys stay safe."
"See ya Sul." Bosco turned towards Faith. "It's official, we have a cop killer on our hands."
"Goodnight Boz. Stay safe." She walked out, not even waiting for a reply. It was just too awkward to be around him, they weren't even supposed to be working together right now. ~~~
Bosco walked out into the parking lot, the cold night air brushing at him causing him to shiver slightly. He noticed Cruz walking towards him, a fake smile creeping across her face.
"Hey."
Bosco nodded and continued to walk towards his car.
"You wanna come by the house tonight?" Cruz's voice squeaked as she stared back at him.
"No." Bosco shook his head no and sighed.
"No?" Cruz arched her eyebrow, frowning slightly.
"No, I don't wanna come by. I've had quite a day and I don't feel like seeing you right now."
"That's a first." Cruz mumbled while beginning to walk away.
"You didn't have a use for me earlier today, why now? Because you need a good lay, is that it? I'm not into being used. Maybe you are but I'm not." He pointed at his chest and walked away quickly, feeling good about telling her off. ~~~
Detective Larson, the head homicide detective on the cop killer case, looked over the pictures from the two crime scenes. He scratched his temple as he thought about why the murderer was leaving such clues behind. He stared down at the two pictures of the small boy. He noticed that it was in fact the same child.
How did this child tie into these cop murders? That was a question that NEEDED to be answered, and quickly.