Betrayal of Trust
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Author: Orison
Disclaimer: Guess what? The characters aren't mine, but after meeting most of the cast I'd LOVE to own at least a couple of them! ;)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: General knowledge of the series up through season four.
Summary: After an unexpected turn of events, Bosco realizes the truth about the woman he loves. Will he be able to face its consequences?
Author's note: I'm back! :) I know it's been a while since I posted something here, but I had little time to focus on writing a story, reading yours basically took away most of my time... *lol* This is the first time I actually post something that I haven't finished, I usually wait until I'm sure I can get through it, but before I spend all my time focusing on this story I need to know if it's good enough. I should warn you though, this means it's gonna take time for me to post a new chapter, 'cause as most of you already know, english isn't my native language. Please be patient... :)
Now, I realize this is the longest 'Author's note' you've ever read, but I want to take another minute to thank Amanda for giving me the idea for this story. She's been great and encouraged me to post this, so she deserves some credit! I know most of you writers have already explored the Bosco/Faith/Cruz relationship, but here's my take on it. Hope you like it.
Feedback: Pleeeeeease, I need to know if I have to continue this or not.
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Chapter one
Demons
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It'd been raining all night. Small, delicate flakes covering the streets, casting down a white blanket over cars, people, trees.
Faith Yokas stared out the window, her gaze fixed on the gray, dimmed sky. Nothing good would come up today.
She tried to remember a time when her heart was not overwhelmed with feelings she could no longer deal with, when everything was good and even her daily routine –family, friends and work- was something that she would look forward to but she couldn't.
The previous week had been hell. More than that, a huge mistake that she'd willed herself to erase from her memory but that was still there, stronger than ever. Haunting her, day after day.
As she listened to the sound of a siren wailing in the distance, she couldn't help thinking about Bosco. Wondering if he too was staring at the snow and shivering in the cold, winter breeze. Wondering if he was safe, or regretted his words as much as she regretted hers.
She missed him, but most of all she knew him so well that it pained her to realize just how much this situation was probably affecting him, and she feared that he might not be able to find his way back this time, and would end up drowning in his own despair. Alone. Alone and away from the people who cared about him.
Because deep inside, Faith knew her heart still belonged to him. And she would do her best to help him out.
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Maurice Boscorelli awoke in a cold sweat, clutching a pillow to his chest, calling his partner's name in the darkness of his motel room.
He got up and opened the nearest window, closing his eyes as he breathed in the cold air. When he reopened them a few minutes later, the sweat on his face had started to dry. He shivered but didn't move.
Resting his forehead against the cold glass, he wished for a night without nightmares, asking himself why his life had chosen such an unpredictable path, and why every time he seemed to have found some kind of stability, something would happen to make it all disappear and he would find himself alone.
Just like he was alone now, away from that life he'd fought so hard to live.
Love can blind you, confuse you to the point that when you finally realize it it's already too late and whatever mistake you've made, it cannot be fixed.
He glanced at the snow outside, at the white layer that blanketed the parking lot, and wondered if she felt remorse, or was able to sleep at night knowing that she'd sentenced him to a life of misery.
And wished that she'd killed him too.
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1 week earlier
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"Faith, why are you talking like this?" Bosco asked, glaring at his partner as he opened his locker.
"Because I know her, Bosco, and she's using you!"
"How the hell can you say you know her, huh? You barely talk to her!"
She sat up at the tension in his voice. "I don't need to talk to her to see that she's a manipulative bitch! God, she treats you like her damned dog! You do something wrong, she pulls on the leash and makes sure you don't do that again. Trust me, that woman is trouble."
Bosco looked at her, disbelief written all over his face.
"Listen to me, you don't know the first thing about her, okay? She's my boss, and I respect her, but she's also someone I care about. She may be tough, but she gets the job done. You... you have no right to judge her!"
"Oh come on, wake up Bosco, that woman doesn't give a damn about anyone but herself! She needs you right now, but she's going to say goodbye and move on when she's done." She insisted, watching his hands curl into fists. "I... I care about you. I don't want you to get hurt."
"And what do you think you're doing right now? My best friend tells me that the woman I'm in love with is a cold, heartless bitch and you expect me to thank you?" He countered, his voice even.
Faith let out and angered breath. "Love? What do you know about love?" she asked "You've never dated a woman for more than a week for god's sake!"
"Well at least I'm not staying with someone just because I think I owe him something!"
Faith backed down, hurt. "Bosco please, lower your voice, they're going to hear you..."
"I don't care! I don't give a damn if the whole fucking precinct hears me. You're wrong, Faith, and I'm going to show you. I'm going to show you..." he said, angrily slamming his locker shut and heading out the door.
"Bosco!" she called after him "I just want to help..."
"I don't need your help!" he snapped as he turned around. "I can take care of myself. And just because you're not happy with your life and your job it doesn't mean I have to be miserable too!" he yelled before walking off and disappearing into the hallway.
Faith felt tears spring to her eyes and quickly tried to blink them back. Sadness welled up within her, and she eventually let her body sag to the floor, willing herself not to cry.
She'd dreaded this conversation, debated whether or not to tell him what she really thought about Sergeant Cruz. Bosco had actually been happier in the last few weeks, and it saddened her to realize that the woman was probably going to break his heart when she felt she could no longer use him.
It had taken quite a lot of time to have him open up to her, their relationship still strained after that night at the hospital, but they'd finally worked things out.
That until the explosion of the drug house that had drawn him and his superior together. He'd told her it had all started out as a night of wild sex, but then they'd grown closer and closer.
Maurice Boscorelli didn't throw the "love" word around to just anyone, but this time he'd said she was the woman he was looking for. The right one. How can you convince someone who doesn't want to understand? How do you warn your best friend of the danger before it's too late?
As she slowly pushed herself upright, Faith feared she'd just destroyed what little part was left of their friendship.
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TBC...