Bosco was released later that day after extensive X rays and back therapy. He walked behind Faith as they exited out the ER doors. She had to drive him because he was still pretty much drugged up from the painkillers.
"So, what did the doctor tell you about outpatient visits?" Faith threw his duffel bag in the back of her truck and stared back at her partner's bruised up face.
Bosco stared at her for a second, letting the words register in his brain. "I have to come back twice a week for back treatments. I'll be on desk duty until he releases me back out on the street. The way I see it, I'll be on desk duty for quite awhile."
"You never know. Just come to treatments and it'll be over before you know it." Faith winked at him and climbed up into the truck.
~~~
She opened the door to her apartment and allowed Bosco to walk in before her. He smiled when Emily and Charlie greeted him with a small welcome home cake, though it really wasn't his home and he wasn't gone that long.
"Faith, you sure this is okay? I don't wanna put you guys in any danger."
"It's fine Bosco, now eat some cake or the kids will be disappointed." She handed him a small piece of cake but it didn't look to intriguing to him.
"Faith, what are the side effects of this medicine?" He looked down at the chocolate frosting and then back up at her, her smile narrowing down.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I..." Nothing else came out as he ran to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Charlie took a bite of his cake. "He doesn't like our cake?"
Faith smiled. "Of course he does, throwing up is just a side effect of the medicine the doctor gave him. I'm sure he'll eat some when he feels better ok?"
~~~
Later that night Faith and Bosco sat on the couch and watched some of "Super Troopers" while they waited for Fred to get home. For some reason Bosco wasn't looking forward to seeing him. He always felt uncomfortable around him.
"You know, I might wanna try some of this stuff these cops are doing on this movie." Bosco laughed as he watched two of the State Troopers pull practical jokes on civilians they had pulled over.
Faith giggled. "You have gotta be kidding me. We'd lose our badge for sure."
Bosco's face grew serious through the bruises that were so dark. "Faith, thanks." He drew his attention back to the TV and laughed harder at one of the jokes.
"For what?"
"For being there. You got the ambulance there, you got me medical attention, I just wanted to thank you for that."
Fred interrupted their conversation. He hung his coat up on the coat rack and gave a half ass smile towards Bosco. "You staying here again?"
"I'm not sure." Bosco shrugged.
Faith stood up. "Of course he is, he can't be alone right now."
"Okay, as always, make yourself at home." Fred walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cold beer out of the refrigerator. "Want one?" He held up the empty bottle of Coor's.
Bosco nodded. "No thanks can't have one with the medicine I'm on."
~~~
Bosco laid on the couch after everyone went to bed and stared at the clock on the VCR. It was 12:45. For some reason it didn't feel right sleeping on Faith's couch. He didn't want the guy who did this to come back and target him, or even worse, the Yokas family. He couldn't live with that on his conscience. He stood up and gained his composure.
He found a small note pad on the refrigerator and wrote a small note letting Faith know where he was.
Faith,
I went on home. Don't worry, I'm fine. I just didn't want to put you in harm's way all because of me. I'll see you at work tomorrow, Bosco.
~~~
Bosco sat at his desk after roll call and suddenly felt nauseated. Not from his medicine, but from the huge heaps of paperwork he had in front of him. Swersky popped his head in.
"Bosco, I assigned Faith to a desk too, just to help you. I want all that done by shift change tonight, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah." Bosco waved at him and smiled as Faith entered.
"Bosco, why did you leave last night?" She tied her hair up out of her face and clicked one of her pens.
"I didn't want that jag off coming back and hurting you or your kids."
"Who says he'll be back Bosco?"
"Obviously his goal is to kill whoever he targets. He's gonna find out I'm not dead." Bosco pointed at his chest and sipped on his coffee that was now turning cold.
"And you have no idea who it could possibly be?"
He leaned back in his chair and placed his hands on his head. "The voice sounded so familiar, but like I said, I was half unconscious so it isn't reliable."
"Who did it sound like to you?" Faith's interest was up as she heard the new evidence towards this case.
Bosco's brow creased as he thought. "It could've been a number of people Faith. Another thing that is holding me back is how the hell did they gain access to pictures of me? Those pictures are my mom's. She has always had them locked up in a hope chest in her..." He cut himself off, noticing what he was saying.
"What Bosco?"
He picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number. "Hello, can I speak to Rose Boscorelli please, thank you."
Faith shot him a puzzled look.
"Hello?" Rose's voice was raspy as she answered the phone from behind her bar.
"Ma, this is Maurice."
"Hey Maurice, what's wrong?" She exhaled white smoke as she spoke into the receiver.
"Ma, has anyone been to your house? Like in your bedroom?"
She laughed. "That's a little personal don't you think?"
"Ma, not like that. I mean, like Mikey or dad, or someone else from the family?"
"No, I haven't seen Mikey in over 3 months and there's no telling where your father is. What's this about?"
Bosco's face grew disappointed. "Nothing, never mind. I'll see you later, bye." He hung up the phone and stared back at Faith. "It's not who I thought it was, I guess."
~~~
Bosco walked through his apartment parking lot at 11:30, after convincing Faith he would be fine staying alone once again. Every shadow that creeped across the ground made his hair stand on end. Every few seconds he would glance behind himself to make sure no one had been following him.
He walked to his Mustang to get some old clothes that needed to be washed out of it. He turned around and felt a heavy metal bar bang across his back, sending him hard towards the asphalt of the parking lot. He looked up at the man that stood over him, this time getting a good glimpse of who it was.
"Well, well, well, we meet again Maurice." His face was dark as he paced back and forth in front of Bosco. "You don't look so good, I didn't think I kicked your ass that bad."
"I just bruise easy." Bosco's smart-ass mouth overtook him once more.
"Oh, is that so?"
Bosco tried to stand up but was stopped by the man pulling out a .45 glock from inside his jacket.
"I don't think so Maurice."
"What the hell do you want from me man? I haven't done shit to you, I hardly have anything to do with you."
"Hardly is too much. I want you outta my life. You just make it miserable for me and everyone around me." The man pulled out a roll of duct tape and began taping Bosco's arms behind his back. "I hope you shave your arms, because this will hurt like hell when I rip it off."
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll find out soon enough." The man hit him once more with the metal bar, this time knocking Bosco out. "It's a shame we ended up this way Maurice. It's a shame I'm gonna be the one to kill you."
"So, what did the doctor tell you about outpatient visits?" Faith threw his duffel bag in the back of her truck and stared back at her partner's bruised up face.
Bosco stared at her for a second, letting the words register in his brain. "I have to come back twice a week for back treatments. I'll be on desk duty until he releases me back out on the street. The way I see it, I'll be on desk duty for quite awhile."
"You never know. Just come to treatments and it'll be over before you know it." Faith winked at him and climbed up into the truck.
~~~
She opened the door to her apartment and allowed Bosco to walk in before her. He smiled when Emily and Charlie greeted him with a small welcome home cake, though it really wasn't his home and he wasn't gone that long.
"Faith, you sure this is okay? I don't wanna put you guys in any danger."
"It's fine Bosco, now eat some cake or the kids will be disappointed." She handed him a small piece of cake but it didn't look to intriguing to him.
"Faith, what are the side effects of this medicine?" He looked down at the chocolate frosting and then back up at her, her smile narrowing down.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I..." Nothing else came out as he ran to the bathroom and slammed the door.
Charlie took a bite of his cake. "He doesn't like our cake?"
Faith smiled. "Of course he does, throwing up is just a side effect of the medicine the doctor gave him. I'm sure he'll eat some when he feels better ok?"
~~~
Later that night Faith and Bosco sat on the couch and watched some of "Super Troopers" while they waited for Fred to get home. For some reason Bosco wasn't looking forward to seeing him. He always felt uncomfortable around him.
"You know, I might wanna try some of this stuff these cops are doing on this movie." Bosco laughed as he watched two of the State Troopers pull practical jokes on civilians they had pulled over.
Faith giggled. "You have gotta be kidding me. We'd lose our badge for sure."
Bosco's face grew serious through the bruises that were so dark. "Faith, thanks." He drew his attention back to the TV and laughed harder at one of the jokes.
"For what?"
"For being there. You got the ambulance there, you got me medical attention, I just wanted to thank you for that."
Fred interrupted their conversation. He hung his coat up on the coat rack and gave a half ass smile towards Bosco. "You staying here again?"
"I'm not sure." Bosco shrugged.
Faith stood up. "Of course he is, he can't be alone right now."
"Okay, as always, make yourself at home." Fred walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cold beer out of the refrigerator. "Want one?" He held up the empty bottle of Coor's.
Bosco nodded. "No thanks can't have one with the medicine I'm on."
~~~
Bosco laid on the couch after everyone went to bed and stared at the clock on the VCR. It was 12:45. For some reason it didn't feel right sleeping on Faith's couch. He didn't want the guy who did this to come back and target him, or even worse, the Yokas family. He couldn't live with that on his conscience. He stood up and gained his composure.
He found a small note pad on the refrigerator and wrote a small note letting Faith know where he was.
Faith,
I went on home. Don't worry, I'm fine. I just didn't want to put you in harm's way all because of me. I'll see you at work tomorrow, Bosco.
~~~
Bosco sat at his desk after roll call and suddenly felt nauseated. Not from his medicine, but from the huge heaps of paperwork he had in front of him. Swersky popped his head in.
"Bosco, I assigned Faith to a desk too, just to help you. I want all that done by shift change tonight, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah." Bosco waved at him and smiled as Faith entered.
"Bosco, why did you leave last night?" She tied her hair up out of her face and clicked one of her pens.
"I didn't want that jag off coming back and hurting you or your kids."
"Who says he'll be back Bosco?"
"Obviously his goal is to kill whoever he targets. He's gonna find out I'm not dead." Bosco pointed at his chest and sipped on his coffee that was now turning cold.
"And you have no idea who it could possibly be?"
He leaned back in his chair and placed his hands on his head. "The voice sounded so familiar, but like I said, I was half unconscious so it isn't reliable."
"Who did it sound like to you?" Faith's interest was up as she heard the new evidence towards this case.
Bosco's brow creased as he thought. "It could've been a number of people Faith. Another thing that is holding me back is how the hell did they gain access to pictures of me? Those pictures are my mom's. She has always had them locked up in a hope chest in her..." He cut himself off, noticing what he was saying.
"What Bosco?"
He picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number. "Hello, can I speak to Rose Boscorelli please, thank you."
Faith shot him a puzzled look.
"Hello?" Rose's voice was raspy as she answered the phone from behind her bar.
"Ma, this is Maurice."
"Hey Maurice, what's wrong?" She exhaled white smoke as she spoke into the receiver.
"Ma, has anyone been to your house? Like in your bedroom?"
She laughed. "That's a little personal don't you think?"
"Ma, not like that. I mean, like Mikey or dad, or someone else from the family?"
"No, I haven't seen Mikey in over 3 months and there's no telling where your father is. What's this about?"
Bosco's face grew disappointed. "Nothing, never mind. I'll see you later, bye." He hung up the phone and stared back at Faith. "It's not who I thought it was, I guess."
~~~
Bosco walked through his apartment parking lot at 11:30, after convincing Faith he would be fine staying alone once again. Every shadow that creeped across the ground made his hair stand on end. Every few seconds he would glance behind himself to make sure no one had been following him.
He walked to his Mustang to get some old clothes that needed to be washed out of it. He turned around and felt a heavy metal bar bang across his back, sending him hard towards the asphalt of the parking lot. He looked up at the man that stood over him, this time getting a good glimpse of who it was.
"Well, well, well, we meet again Maurice." His face was dark as he paced back and forth in front of Bosco. "You don't look so good, I didn't think I kicked your ass that bad."
"I just bruise easy." Bosco's smart-ass mouth overtook him once more.
"Oh, is that so?"
Bosco tried to stand up but was stopped by the man pulling out a .45 glock from inside his jacket.
"I don't think so Maurice."
"What the hell do you want from me man? I haven't done shit to you, I hardly have anything to do with you."
"Hardly is too much. I want you outta my life. You just make it miserable for me and everyone around me." The man pulled out a roll of duct tape and began taping Bosco's arms behind his back. "I hope you shave your arms, because this will hurt like hell when I rip it off."
"Where are you taking me?"
"You'll find out soon enough." The man hit him once more with the metal bar, this time knocking Bosco out. "It's a shame we ended up this way Maurice. It's a shame I'm gonna be the one to kill you."