Bosco's eyes fluttered open. Every bone in his body ached. He saw that he
was in a white room. 'Damn hospital.' He had been here enough to hate it.
He looked around for someone. A nurse walked in and noticed he was awake.
"Hello mister Boscorelli, my name is Sheryl and were surprised to see you awake. Do you remember what happened?"
"river." Bosco croaked out.
"That's right you fell into a coma, you've been here for 2 weeks." Sheryl went on and on telling him who had come to visit but he tuned her out. ' two weeks? Two whole weeks?' he was amazed.
He glanced around the room and noticed someing on his bedside table. Jimmy's keys. 'Well at least I have proof that Doherty really cares.' He thought to himself. Something was beside the keys, though. A note. He picked it up and read.
Dear Officers,
I, Steven Cherry a.k.a. Officer Steven Smith, have taken some of your officers, paramedics and firefighters. By the time you find this, they will be dead. You can find their bodies at the abandoned warehouse down at Dock NYC. By the way any good cop would have figured me out by now, if you can't trust the police to catch the criminals, who can you trust?
Bosco leaped out of his bed and snatched up the clothes left at the end of it. He had to find them. Though he was still in a lot of pain, he forced himself to protect his friends. He dressed and snatched the keys off of the bedside table. Knowing Jimmy, he would park as close as possible. The nurse, thankfully, had left the room leaving Bosco free to slip out.
When he reached the outside, he glanced around for the ratty old blue pickup that Jimmy always drove. He spotted it, ran over and leaped in. He put the keys in the ignition and sped off, still breathing harshly from the short bit of exercise.
Bosco's muscles were screaming at him to stop but he forced himself to go on. After a five minute drive, he reached the ware house and crept along the side of it. Bosco knew that Davis must have brought the clothes because there was a gun hidden in the pants, Davis always remembered that Bosco couldn't go a night with out his gun.
Bosco reached an open door and peered around it. He saw all his friends with their hands in the air. Slowly he crept inside to help. The others had their left side facing him, with Smith in front of them, gun pointed, showing Bosco his right side. Bosco held his gun tight, waiting, he listened to Smith's speech.
"That's right, none of you were smart enough to put it all together, not even the Leiutenent. The only one who knew was Boscorelli. When we were leaving the compound, he realized it, I saw the look in his eyes, he knew. He had figured everything out at once, he knew about me, about Justin, everything. Too bad he didn't say something. But I guess now he can't, what with being a vegetable. All of it to save you people. I don't understand it." Smith smiled.
"Well now, our time together was sweet but all good things must come to an end. Good bye everyone. Sully, how'd you like to go first?" Sully glared. Smith pointed his gun at Sully and was about to fire when.
BANG
Smith fell to the ground. Dead. All heads turned to the person who had shot him.
"Bosco!" The whole group ran towards him at top speed. By now Bosco's head was swimming. He was starting to feel weaker and weaker.Just as Jimmy reached him, his legs gave way beneath him. Jimmy caught him and lowered him onto his knees.
"You okay man?" he asked.
"Just peachy." Came the sarcastic reply.
Bosco was stampeded with hugs and questions. Kim kneeled down in front of him.
"Bosco?" she asked.
"Yeah.."
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" asked Bosco, confused. And with that Kim leaned in and kissed him.
He looked around for someone. A nurse walked in and noticed he was awake.
"Hello mister Boscorelli, my name is Sheryl and were surprised to see you awake. Do you remember what happened?"
"river." Bosco croaked out.
"That's right you fell into a coma, you've been here for 2 weeks." Sheryl went on and on telling him who had come to visit but he tuned her out. ' two weeks? Two whole weeks?' he was amazed.
He glanced around the room and noticed someing on his bedside table. Jimmy's keys. 'Well at least I have proof that Doherty really cares.' He thought to himself. Something was beside the keys, though. A note. He picked it up and read.
Dear Officers,
I, Steven Cherry a.k.a. Officer Steven Smith, have taken some of your officers, paramedics and firefighters. By the time you find this, they will be dead. You can find their bodies at the abandoned warehouse down at Dock NYC. By the way any good cop would have figured me out by now, if you can't trust the police to catch the criminals, who can you trust?
Bosco leaped out of his bed and snatched up the clothes left at the end of it. He had to find them. Though he was still in a lot of pain, he forced himself to protect his friends. He dressed and snatched the keys off of the bedside table. Knowing Jimmy, he would park as close as possible. The nurse, thankfully, had left the room leaving Bosco free to slip out.
When he reached the outside, he glanced around for the ratty old blue pickup that Jimmy always drove. He spotted it, ran over and leaped in. He put the keys in the ignition and sped off, still breathing harshly from the short bit of exercise.
Bosco's muscles were screaming at him to stop but he forced himself to go on. After a five minute drive, he reached the ware house and crept along the side of it. Bosco knew that Davis must have brought the clothes because there was a gun hidden in the pants, Davis always remembered that Bosco couldn't go a night with out his gun.
Bosco reached an open door and peered around it. He saw all his friends with their hands in the air. Slowly he crept inside to help. The others had their left side facing him, with Smith in front of them, gun pointed, showing Bosco his right side. Bosco held his gun tight, waiting, he listened to Smith's speech.
"That's right, none of you were smart enough to put it all together, not even the Leiutenent. The only one who knew was Boscorelli. When we were leaving the compound, he realized it, I saw the look in his eyes, he knew. He had figured everything out at once, he knew about me, about Justin, everything. Too bad he didn't say something. But I guess now he can't, what with being a vegetable. All of it to save you people. I don't understand it." Smith smiled.
"Well now, our time together was sweet but all good things must come to an end. Good bye everyone. Sully, how'd you like to go first?" Sully glared. Smith pointed his gun at Sully and was about to fire when.
BANG
Smith fell to the ground. Dead. All heads turned to the person who had shot him.
"Bosco!" The whole group ran towards him at top speed. By now Bosco's head was swimming. He was starting to feel weaker and weaker.Just as Jimmy reached him, his legs gave way beneath him. Jimmy caught him and lowered him onto his knees.
"You okay man?" he asked.
"Just peachy." Came the sarcastic reply.
Bosco was stampeded with hugs and questions. Kim kneeled down in front of him.
"Bosco?" she asked.
"Yeah.."
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" asked Bosco, confused. And with that Kim leaned in and kissed him.