October 3rd, 2006

Bosco and Ty walked out of the station. It was starting to get chilly out here. Bosco liked it. He always had a food time sliding on the ice running after the perps. He got up a good speed.

"You coming out with us tonight?" Ty asked opening the car door.

"Maybe." Bosco said. There was a note on the driver side window. He smiled slightly and opened it.

Bosco,

Have fun!

"Bosco, Have fun? What the hell is that suppose the mean?" Bosco shook his head and got in. He was over powered by a gagging smell. He jumped out of the car, "What the fuck is that smell?"

"You don't want to know." Ty covered his nose. Bosco looked in the back seat,

"Fuck! It's dog shit!" He cried, kicking the squad car. Sully and Faith walked out of the station laughing.

"Have fun." Sully laughed as they climbed into their car. Bosco narrowed his eyes.

"Sully…"

"And your wife." Ty pointed out. Bosco nodded.

"This means war." He growled.

* * *

Faith was laughing as She drove. Sully beamed brightly.

"I'm never going to hear the end of this." She giggled.

"Good." Sully laughed.

"You do realize he's going to retaliate. He takes these pranks seriously and dog shit…ooooh…. He's going to do something nasty." Faith informed Sully.

"I seem to remember." He snickered. "He needs to be riled up every once and awhile. It's good for his health."

"But is it good for my health?" Faith smiled.

"55-Charlie to central." Faith sighed deeply.

"55-Charlie. What is it?" She asked, turning around the corner.

"Captain wants you back here right now for a meeting."

"A meeting?" Faith looked at Sully.

"Something you guys didn't file yesterday. He's pretty pissed so watch out." Faith turned the sirens and shot Sully a look.

"What the fuck didn't you file, Sully?" She growled.

"I did everything I was suppose to!" He cried.

"I can't afford to have this on my record. I'm up for a raise in December." Faith flew around the corner.

"Well, I filed everything I was suppose to." Sully said looking at her. "Did you file everything?"

"I think so." She said and then looked at Sully, "Wait a minute…Isn't it a coincidence that we get called in the same day we fuck with my husband?" Sully looked back at her.

"You think he's retaliating?" He asked her. Faith shrugged.

"Maybe…But maybe we really did forget to file something." Faith said as she drove back towards the station. "God, I can't afford this."

"You think I can?" Sully asked, "I have things I need to pay for also." Faith shook her head.

"Yeah, but you don't have three kids." She said, "Christmas is coming up. Granddaughter needs to be spoiled."

"It'll be fine, Faith." Sully mumbled. Soon, they were there at the station. Faith's heart pounded as she went inside. Everyone looked at them and shook their heads. "Here we go."

"Yeah…" Faith knocked on the door.

"Sullivan! Boscorelli! Get in here right now!" Lou yelled. Faith bit her lip and they walked in.

"You asked to see us, Sir?" Faith said. Lou threw down a folder.

"What kind of cops are you??" He yelled, "Damn it, Sullivan! I expected more from you! You're due to retire soon and you don't need this on your record." Sully flinched.

"Sir, We're really sorry." Faith said.

"We could get written up for this." Lou said, "not to mention brought to court for mishandling of evidence."

"Sir, Its all my fault. Faith wasn't there." Sully said. Lou narrowed his eyes and looked at Faith.

"You weren't there?? What the hell are you doing leaving your post?" He yelled. Faith's lips trembled.

"Sir, if you just refresh our memories, we can help you sort this out." Faith said, almost ready to pee her pants. She was used to having her last name yelled around the precinct but she was used to it being because of her husband.

"Fischer. Laurence Fisher." Lou said, "Does he ring a bell to you?"

"Yeah. That druggie Faith and I brought in a couple of days ago." Sully said.

"He's going to sue us for what you guys did." He yelled.

"God, I'm really sorry, Sir!" Faith cried.

"You should be." He said. A smile came across his face as Ty and Bosco walked in. Faith looked at her laughing husband. She narrowed her eyes.

"You son of a bitch. This was a set up!" She cried. Ty patted Lou's back.

"All his idea." Ty said.

"That's what you get for messing up one of my cars." Lou said, "You get to clean up the mess also." Faith gave her husband a look. He held his hands up innocently.

"You guys started." Bosco winked. Faith growled. She was never one for prank but she sure learned her lesson about this one.

October 17th, 2006

The air was cold and crisp. The leaves were orange and red. Charlie had just celebrated his thirteenth birthday and everything was going well. Everything was perfect. But why did Bosco just have this feeling that it was all about to go down hill soon?

"Here." Vincent climbed onto Bosco's lap and handed him a book.

"What am I suppose to do with this?" Bosco asked with a smiled.

"Ah duh! Read it." Vincent said.

"I'm gonna smack that smart ass of yours." Bosco said.

"Ooooh. I'm telling Momma." Vincent giggled.

"If I read to you, will you tell Mommy?" Bosco asked. Vincent shook his head.

"Read." Vincent opened the book up. Bosco sighed. He hated to read even if it was to his son.

"All right, Son. It was spring-cleaning day. Violet was cleaning out her toy chest. She made two piles of toys. One to keep, and one to put away. Arthur was sticking stamps into his stamp album." Bosco sighed, "I am going to clean out my toy chest too. Said Arthur. And I am going to have a tag sale. What is a tag sale, asked Violet. A tag sale is when you sell your old junk…Are you sure you can't read?" Vincent shook his head.

"Just some, Daddy." Vincent said. Bosco sighed with a nod.

"When I was little said Arthur, I wanted to keep all of my toys too but now I want to sell some of them. Arthur began to clean out his toy chest. He took a pile of toys to the back steps." The phone began to ring. Bosco smiled softly. "Thank god." Vincent frowned deeply and glared at the telephone.

"I'll read myself." Vincent got off of his lap. Bosco grabbed the phone.

"Boscorelli house." He said.

"Maurice…." Michael held the phone tightly. Bosco frowned deeply.

"Michael, I don't want to talk to you." Bosco said.

"Pl-Please…I need you…" Michael grunted. Bosco listened to his brother's ragged breathing.

"What did you do?" Bosco asked.

"I need you, Rice….Please." Michel groaned loudly "I-I had too much. I just couldn't help myself." Bosco growled deeply.

"You couldn't help yourself?? You cant be drinking, Michael!!"

"It wasn't just…" Bosco stood up listening to his brother.

"What did you take, Mike?" Bosco asked, trying to stay calm.

"Nothing…"

"WHAT DID YOU TAKE??" Bosco yelled. So much for trying to stay calm.

"Heroine." Michael said. Bosco gritted his teeth. "Please….I…I cant stop shaking….I need you."

"No you don't need me." Bosco hissed.

"Pl-Please…You're my brother. I need you." Michael sobbed into the phone.

"How much did you drink with it?" Bosco asked.

"A bottle." Michael said. Bosco kicked the couch as he walked into the kitchen. Faith looked at her husband with concern.

"A bottle, Mike? What the fuck is going on with you? You can call here and expect your brother to clean up after you." Bosco said, "That isn't my job anymore. You're not a little kid."

"Please…" Michael whispered. Bosco shook his head.

"I can't this time, Michael." Bosco hung up the phone.

"Was that Michael?" Faith asked him softly. Bosco nodded.

"Yeah. He took heroine and chased it down with a bottle of liquor." Bosco said. Faith's eyes widened.

"Is he all right?" She asked. Bosco shrugged.

"I don't know." He mumbled looking out the kitchen window. This was what Bosco had expected. Things couldn't run smoothly for once in their lives. Faith put her arms around his waist. He flinched slightly.

"He's your brother, Bosco." She said. He pulled away from her.

"No shit, Faith." Bosco turned and looked at him. "I cant keep picking him up and helping him." Faith frowned slightly.

"Heroine and liquor, Bos. He'll need to go to the hospital." She said. Bosco sighed and nodded.

"I know." He said. Faith reached over and grabbed his jacket. Bosco gave his wife a look; "I'll back in like an hour all right?" Faith nodded and kissed his cheek.

* * *

It was midnight. Bosco was driving around Greek town looking for his brother. He should have asked him where he was. He should have asked him to stay put. He should have left sooner.

"Don't blame yourself, Bos." He muttered when he saw Michael's car. He growled and pulled his car up behind Michaels. He stepped out. "Michael?" He looked around him. "Mikey? Are you out here?" Bosco walked up to his brother's car and looked in.

"Shit." Michael was hunched over his steering wheel. Bosco opened the door and his brother spilled out. "Mikey, can you hear me??" Bosco knelt down trying to listen him breath. He took his pulse and he couldn't find any, "Oh god…Mikey, wake up!!"

Bosco started CPR on his baby brother. His hands were shaking. He should have come sooner. He should have believed Mikey. Bosco grabbed his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. He gave the dispatcher his badge number and told her what was going on.

"Come on, Michael. Don't do this." Bosco pounded on his chest. "Ma won't let this, man. Wake up!!!" Bosco's lips trembled slightly as he continued to give Michael CPR. Sure, he often hated Michael, but he was his brother. He would do CPR until the cows came home if it meant he would be alive. Off in the distance, he could hear the sirens of the ambulance. Bosco looked at his brother's blue lips. "Come on." Doc and Carlos pulled up next to him and jumped out.

"What's going on?" Doc asked. Bosco ran his hand through his hair.

"Heroine….Liquor." Bosco whispered.

"How long ago did he take them?" Doc asked as Carlo took his pulse. Bosco shook his head.

"Hour ad a half…maybe more." He said. Doc looked at him.

"And you just now called us?"

"I d-didn't believe him." Bosco said, "Don't let him die. He's y kid brother. Ma will kill herself if he dies." Doc shook his head.

"We need to get him to the hospital." Doc said.

* * *

Bosco hid his face in his hands as he waited in the waiting room.

"Maurice??" Angela ran into the waiting room, "Where is he??"

"They're still working on him." Bosco whispered. Angela sat next to Bosco looking at him.

"You're crying." She said. Bosco nodded.

"If I believed him when he called, I could have gotten there sooner." Bosco said. Faith glanced at him from across the room.

"You couldn't have stopped him what he already did." Angela whispered. She bit her lip; "He'll be okay." Bosco looked at her.

"How do you know that?" He asked her.

"Because he's my baby." She said, "Sons aren't supposed to die before their parents. He's going to hang on because he just has to."

"Ma don't talk like that." Bosco said. Angela looked at him.

"I can't loose him." She said, "Even with all the wrong he's done, he's my baby." Bosco leaned over and kissed her forehead.

"Ms. Boscorelli?" Dr. Smith walked into the room. Everyone stood up.

"He's okay, right?" She asked him. Dr. Smith shook his head.

"He was brought in with no pulse. No oxygen was getting to his brain. We tried for forty-five minutes ma'am. We used all our capabilities, but He was just too far-gone for us to save him. Michael died." Dr. Smith said. Angela's body started to tremble.

"No!! No he didn't!!!" She screamed.

"I'm so sorry." Dr. Smith whispered. Faith wrapped her arms around Angela.

"No!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Angela screamed falling to the ground with Faith. She stroked her back. Bosco stared at Dr. Smith.

"You son of a bitch!" Bosco yelled, "Go back in there and try some more!!!"

"I can't, Officer Boscorelli." He said.

"GO!!!" Bosco yelled. "Don't treat him like this!!! Just because he was on the streets don't treat him like this!!! He's good man!! He's really good. He just forgot how to try. Pl-please go h-help him." Tears slid down Bosco's cheeks; "He r-really is good."

"I'm so sorry." He said softly. Faith got up and went over to her husband.

"Bosco…" She touched his back. Bosco pushed her away.

"This is my fault!" He cried, "I pushed him away. I didn't believe him. He's dead because of me!!!" Bosco collapsed in the chair sobbing into his hands. Faith stood there watching Angela and Bosco sob. This man had caused so much troubles for Bosco and Angela, but yet he was so loved.

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