Summary: CHAPTER 2 IS UP! Bosco takes the call that can possibly change his
life. A little more action and a little less drama this time. PLEASE
REVIEW!
Author's Note: Thank you so much for the reviews, faith-in-Faith, kali() and Mockingbird4. They gave me such a confidence boost. Triples thanks to faith-in-Faith for your emails and points and suggestions. They are so helpful. To all those who haven't reviewed yet, please do so I can know what you all think of my story. So here's chapter 2. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Third Watch, its people, places, or things in any way, shape, or form. That honor belongs to John Wells and all those other people whose names fly by real fast at the end of the show. So I'm just temporarily borrowing those lucky ducks fine creations for a bit.
Chapter 2: And So It Begins
"What the." said Bosco, letting his voice trail off as they arrived at 23 South King Street. He slammed on the brakes and before the car was even near a complete stop Faith had already jumped out the passenger door and Bosco was soon following. They both drew their guns and aimed them at the perpetrator, a boy who looked about 17 that was beating a girl who looked about 15 with a baseball bat with one hand, while the other pointed a gun at her.
"Put your gun and the bat down!" yelled Faith, but to no avail.
"55 David to Central, we are going to need EMS at this location," Bosco said quickly into his radio, while looking at Faith. She gave a nod, and they both moved into a position where the boy could be easily cornered.
"I told you not to talk to him, I told you!" screamed the boy at the girl, still swinging the bat and hitting her with it. She wasn't moving, and Faith couldn't tell if it was from fear or physical disability.
"Sir, put your gun down and stop hitting her," Bosco yelled but the boy either didn't hear or chose not to follow the officer's order.
Bosco shook his head then moved directly behind the boy. He could see Faith a little off to the boy's right, and on his count, they both charged forward.
The boy realized he was about to get caught, so he pulled back his bat to swing one more time, but Bosco managed to catch it before he brought it back down on the girl. The boy was taken by surprise and loosened his grip on his gun, which Faith promptly knocked out of his hand. With both hands now on the bat the boy managed to pull it out of Bosco's one-handed grip and swing it around away from him. It tipped Faith on the shoulder, but before Bosco even realized that, it was brought down hard into his right arm. He fell backwards in shock but managed to hold onto his gun, and the boy took off down the street, throwing the bat off towards the sides as he ran. Bosco caught his breath after a moment then radioed in to central that they needed backup and were chasing the suspect on foot.
He got up and saw that Faith was already gone. He glanced around and saw the girl had managed to half drag herself away from the struggle and was now slumped against the nearby building.
"Don't move, OK?" he shouted to the girl as he started to run down the street "Help is coming for you," and with that, he full out sprinted to catch the jagoff that had caused his arm to go numb.
~*~
Five minutes later Bosco and Faith were back where they started the chase from, unfortunately without their perpetrator but with Sully and Davis, who had come to help. The boy managed to lose all four of them by taking a turn down an unknown, cluttered alleyway. By the time the officers managed their way through the mess, the boy was gone and no one knew which way he went.
The EMS had arrived just a second after the police did. Doc and Carlos climbed out of the bus and went to help the fallen girl. Sully and Davis left to take another call.
"I need a C-collar, Carlos," said Doc, immediately assessing the girl and her injuries. "What happened here, Faith?" asked Doc as he used a bandage to stop a cut on the girl's leg from bleeding.
"We pulled up and some boy was beating this girl up with a baseball bat. Bosco got the bat from him but he took a hit to the arm before the kid ran away down the street. Then we lost him," said Faith angrily.
"He hit you, Bosco?" asked Carlos, looking up from his patient.
"Yeah, nothing bad, though," he said, which was of course a lie. His arm felt like it was on fire where he got it, and he was squeezing that area because the pressure on it felt good.
"Don't lie, Bosco," said Faith, reading him in an instant. "Why you holding your arm if it doesn't hurt?"
Bosco didn't know what to say to that and instantly dropped his hand from his arm.
"You're going to ride with us then to Mercy," said Doc, as he and Carlos went to load the stretcher holding the girl into the bus. "You should get that checked out, it might be fractured. An X-ray will tell us right away."
"I'll go to Mercy with you," said Bosco, causing Doc's eyes to widen with surprise, because he was expecting a protest, "but I'm not getting checked out. I need to get the girl's statement."
Doc shook his head and told Bosco to suit himself. He figured Faith would probably be able to convince him to get it checked in the end. The paramedics climbed into the bus and with their lights flashing, drove off towards the hospital with the cops following in their squad car.
~*~
Fifteen minutes later, Doc and Carlos were doing some paperwork at the desk at the hospital, and Faith was approaching Mary Proctor.
"Hi Mary," said Faith, smiling at the woman as she walked up to her.
"Hey, Faith, how's it going?" the friendly and helpful nurse asked.
"Good for me, but not so good for that girl that was just brought in," Faith replied.
"Oh," said Mary. "What exactly happened to her?" she questioned.
"Some guy was beating her up with a baseball bat. I need to get her statement as to why," said Faith.
"Well, right now she's getting some stitches and a cast put on her leg, but she'll be moved up to a room in a couple minutes. Let me check with the desk to see where they are going to put her and I'll let you know," said Mary, and she walked off.
"Thanks," Faith said, to her retreating back.
A moment later, Mary returned and told Faith she'll be in room 216 in about a half hour.
"So where's your partner in crime?" Mary asked Faith, just noticing that Bosco's loud presence was missing and his belt was slung over Faith's shoulder.
"Right now, he's in X-Ray," said Faith, slightly worried.
"What?" asked Mary, surprised. "What did he do know?"
"He didn't do anything for once, except be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. When we were trying to get the boy with the bat to stop, he swung it around and popped Bosco a good one right to the arm. He said it didn't hurt but I could tell he was lying," Faith told her.
"Well, I hope he's OK," said Mary," he might be annoying but I hate seeing New York's finest getting hurt on the job."
Just then, sirens could be heard in the distance, signaling another patient's arrival.
"I better go," said the nurse, and she hurried off to her station. "Tell Bosco I hope he's doing OK."
"Will do," said Faith, but Mary was already gone, helping wheel in the newly arrived stretcher on which a bleeding man was placed.
"Will do what?" said a voice behind Faith, causing her to jump. It was Bosco.
"Hey! I'm not doing anything. How's your arm?" Faith asked quickly.
"Well it's been better, that's for sure," he said, wincing slightly as he used his tender arm to continue buttoning his shirt. "It's definitely not broken, but there might have been a hairline fracture, but there's nothing that can really be done for that. I just have to keep it iced, and hope that the swelling goes down. They said I'm going to be really sore for the next few days."
"I know how that goes," said Faith, remembering how her bruised ribs ached for days after she got hit by a lead pipe while on the job.
"I can still use it, but I think I'll be put on desk duty for a day or two until I'm back to normal," said Bosco, sounding disgusted at the thought.
"Maybe not," said Faith. "We can ask if you can still patrol and we'll just lie low for the next couple of days," she suggested.
"Yea that sounds good to me," said Bosco, glad he would be able to stick with his partner. "Should we head back to the house?" he asked.
"If you want, but I haven't gotten that girl's statement yet. She's being moved to a room where we can then see her in a few minutes," she said, repeating Mary's information.
"I guess we can stick around until she gets her own room," said Bosco, not really caring what they did, and just wishing his arm would stop throbbing. I need a cold beer and a hot shower to get over this thing he thought. " Call in that we're back in service," he commanded Faith.
She did as she was told, surprised Bosco wanted to get back into the swing of things so fast instead of taking a break for once. She wished she hadn't called in because not after five minutes of waiting, did they receive all call to direct traffic and do crowd control at a fire a few blocks away.
"We going to take that?" Faith asked, glancing at Bosco.
"See if 55-Charlie can pry themselves away from the donut shop long enough to take the call," said Bosco. "We still need to get this girl's statement."
Another moment or two went by without any units in the 55 taking the call. Central again requested a unit to take the call.
With a sigh, Bosco keyed his radio and said," 55-David to Central, 1922 W. 37th Street."
The officers walked to their car quickly, only pausing to tell the desk that they would be back later to talk to a patient. They headed off to the fire and spent almost 45 minutes telling people to stop staring and start driving or insisting they keep walking away from the burning building. Faith noticed that Bosco was having some of his attitude back, but it wasn't full throttle. She hoped his accident had taken a little of his family desires off his mind.
After the fire, call after call seem to come in. It was another crazy day in the 55, and Bosco and Faith were kept busy to the last minute of their shift and spent another good two hours doing all the paperwork at the station house afterwards. They were sitting at their desks filling out forms when Faith suddenly smacked her hand to her forehead, realizing they had never made it back to the hospital, and therefore couldn't finish filling out the paperwork.
"Crap, Bos, what are we going to do?" she asked, not wanting to leave today's work to be finished tomorrow.
"Well we can't go talk to her tonight, it's almost 1:30 in the morning. Proctor would have a fit if we tried," said Bosco. "I guess we can go talk to her first thing in the shift tomorrow."
"You're definitely riding then?" asked Faith.
"Yep. I talked to Lieu when we got in and he said as long as I'm OK doing it, he'll allow it," said Bosco, glad he was relieved of desk duty before he even got on it.
"OK. First thing tomorrow," said Faith, agreeing with him.
They finished their paperwork a half hour later, and said goodbye to the few remaining cops who had also been behind on their work, and headed outside. They stood outside on the sidewalk for a minute and watched a fire truck pull out from their house across the street.
"Hey Bos?" said Faith, suddenly turning to him.
"Yeah?" he asked, startled by her sudden speech.
"You want to come over for dinner on Sunday? I'm making a turkey and insisting the entire family sit down and eat together. I would like you to be there, you haven't seen the kids in a few days," she said, the invitation slipping out of her mouth before she even really thought about it. She knew Fred would be mad, but who cares what Fred thought. Bosco wanted family, and he was going to get one this Sunday, even if it wasn't the one he exactly desired.
Bosco knew was she was doing, but he was still glad at the invitation anyway. "Yea, Faith, I would really like that. Thanks," he said, truly meaning his words.
"OK. I better go. Fred's probably waiting up," Faith said, and started to turn to her home. "Yea, that's cool. I'll see you tomorrow," said Bosco and he started to walk to his Mustang. I better get home to. Don't want the empty bed staying up all night for me he thought, and drove home to his deserted apartment.
Author's Note: OK, kinda lame ending, I know, but I felt that the chapter was dragging along, and wanted to save the girl's statement for the next chapter. Hope I didn't bore you all to death. Please review it if you like, don't like, or don't even care so I know if I should continue writing this. Thanks again- BoscoLover55
Author's Note: Thank you so much for the reviews, faith-in-Faith, kali() and Mockingbird4. They gave me such a confidence boost. Triples thanks to faith-in-Faith for your emails and points and suggestions. They are so helpful. To all those who haven't reviewed yet, please do so I can know what you all think of my story. So here's chapter 2. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Third Watch, its people, places, or things in any way, shape, or form. That honor belongs to John Wells and all those other people whose names fly by real fast at the end of the show. So I'm just temporarily borrowing those lucky ducks fine creations for a bit.
Chapter 2: And So It Begins
"What the." said Bosco, letting his voice trail off as they arrived at 23 South King Street. He slammed on the brakes and before the car was even near a complete stop Faith had already jumped out the passenger door and Bosco was soon following. They both drew their guns and aimed them at the perpetrator, a boy who looked about 17 that was beating a girl who looked about 15 with a baseball bat with one hand, while the other pointed a gun at her.
"Put your gun and the bat down!" yelled Faith, but to no avail.
"55 David to Central, we are going to need EMS at this location," Bosco said quickly into his radio, while looking at Faith. She gave a nod, and they both moved into a position where the boy could be easily cornered.
"I told you not to talk to him, I told you!" screamed the boy at the girl, still swinging the bat and hitting her with it. She wasn't moving, and Faith couldn't tell if it was from fear or physical disability.
"Sir, put your gun down and stop hitting her," Bosco yelled but the boy either didn't hear or chose not to follow the officer's order.
Bosco shook his head then moved directly behind the boy. He could see Faith a little off to the boy's right, and on his count, they both charged forward.
The boy realized he was about to get caught, so he pulled back his bat to swing one more time, but Bosco managed to catch it before he brought it back down on the girl. The boy was taken by surprise and loosened his grip on his gun, which Faith promptly knocked out of his hand. With both hands now on the bat the boy managed to pull it out of Bosco's one-handed grip and swing it around away from him. It tipped Faith on the shoulder, but before Bosco even realized that, it was brought down hard into his right arm. He fell backwards in shock but managed to hold onto his gun, and the boy took off down the street, throwing the bat off towards the sides as he ran. Bosco caught his breath after a moment then radioed in to central that they needed backup and were chasing the suspect on foot.
He got up and saw that Faith was already gone. He glanced around and saw the girl had managed to half drag herself away from the struggle and was now slumped against the nearby building.
"Don't move, OK?" he shouted to the girl as he started to run down the street "Help is coming for you," and with that, he full out sprinted to catch the jagoff that had caused his arm to go numb.
~*~
Five minutes later Bosco and Faith were back where they started the chase from, unfortunately without their perpetrator but with Sully and Davis, who had come to help. The boy managed to lose all four of them by taking a turn down an unknown, cluttered alleyway. By the time the officers managed their way through the mess, the boy was gone and no one knew which way he went.
The EMS had arrived just a second after the police did. Doc and Carlos climbed out of the bus and went to help the fallen girl. Sully and Davis left to take another call.
"I need a C-collar, Carlos," said Doc, immediately assessing the girl and her injuries. "What happened here, Faith?" asked Doc as he used a bandage to stop a cut on the girl's leg from bleeding.
"We pulled up and some boy was beating this girl up with a baseball bat. Bosco got the bat from him but he took a hit to the arm before the kid ran away down the street. Then we lost him," said Faith angrily.
"He hit you, Bosco?" asked Carlos, looking up from his patient.
"Yeah, nothing bad, though," he said, which was of course a lie. His arm felt like it was on fire where he got it, and he was squeezing that area because the pressure on it felt good.
"Don't lie, Bosco," said Faith, reading him in an instant. "Why you holding your arm if it doesn't hurt?"
Bosco didn't know what to say to that and instantly dropped his hand from his arm.
"You're going to ride with us then to Mercy," said Doc, as he and Carlos went to load the stretcher holding the girl into the bus. "You should get that checked out, it might be fractured. An X-ray will tell us right away."
"I'll go to Mercy with you," said Bosco, causing Doc's eyes to widen with surprise, because he was expecting a protest, "but I'm not getting checked out. I need to get the girl's statement."
Doc shook his head and told Bosco to suit himself. He figured Faith would probably be able to convince him to get it checked in the end. The paramedics climbed into the bus and with their lights flashing, drove off towards the hospital with the cops following in their squad car.
~*~
Fifteen minutes later, Doc and Carlos were doing some paperwork at the desk at the hospital, and Faith was approaching Mary Proctor.
"Hi Mary," said Faith, smiling at the woman as she walked up to her.
"Hey, Faith, how's it going?" the friendly and helpful nurse asked.
"Good for me, but not so good for that girl that was just brought in," Faith replied.
"Oh," said Mary. "What exactly happened to her?" she questioned.
"Some guy was beating her up with a baseball bat. I need to get her statement as to why," said Faith.
"Well, right now she's getting some stitches and a cast put on her leg, but she'll be moved up to a room in a couple minutes. Let me check with the desk to see where they are going to put her and I'll let you know," said Mary, and she walked off.
"Thanks," Faith said, to her retreating back.
A moment later, Mary returned and told Faith she'll be in room 216 in about a half hour.
"So where's your partner in crime?" Mary asked Faith, just noticing that Bosco's loud presence was missing and his belt was slung over Faith's shoulder.
"Right now, he's in X-Ray," said Faith, slightly worried.
"What?" asked Mary, surprised. "What did he do know?"
"He didn't do anything for once, except be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. When we were trying to get the boy with the bat to stop, he swung it around and popped Bosco a good one right to the arm. He said it didn't hurt but I could tell he was lying," Faith told her.
"Well, I hope he's OK," said Mary," he might be annoying but I hate seeing New York's finest getting hurt on the job."
Just then, sirens could be heard in the distance, signaling another patient's arrival.
"I better go," said the nurse, and she hurried off to her station. "Tell Bosco I hope he's doing OK."
"Will do," said Faith, but Mary was already gone, helping wheel in the newly arrived stretcher on which a bleeding man was placed.
"Will do what?" said a voice behind Faith, causing her to jump. It was Bosco.
"Hey! I'm not doing anything. How's your arm?" Faith asked quickly.
"Well it's been better, that's for sure," he said, wincing slightly as he used his tender arm to continue buttoning his shirt. "It's definitely not broken, but there might have been a hairline fracture, but there's nothing that can really be done for that. I just have to keep it iced, and hope that the swelling goes down. They said I'm going to be really sore for the next few days."
"I know how that goes," said Faith, remembering how her bruised ribs ached for days after she got hit by a lead pipe while on the job.
"I can still use it, but I think I'll be put on desk duty for a day or two until I'm back to normal," said Bosco, sounding disgusted at the thought.
"Maybe not," said Faith. "We can ask if you can still patrol and we'll just lie low for the next couple of days," she suggested.
"Yea that sounds good to me," said Bosco, glad he would be able to stick with his partner. "Should we head back to the house?" he asked.
"If you want, but I haven't gotten that girl's statement yet. She's being moved to a room where we can then see her in a few minutes," she said, repeating Mary's information.
"I guess we can stick around until she gets her own room," said Bosco, not really caring what they did, and just wishing his arm would stop throbbing. I need a cold beer and a hot shower to get over this thing he thought. " Call in that we're back in service," he commanded Faith.
She did as she was told, surprised Bosco wanted to get back into the swing of things so fast instead of taking a break for once. She wished she hadn't called in because not after five minutes of waiting, did they receive all call to direct traffic and do crowd control at a fire a few blocks away.
"We going to take that?" Faith asked, glancing at Bosco.
"See if 55-Charlie can pry themselves away from the donut shop long enough to take the call," said Bosco. "We still need to get this girl's statement."
Another moment or two went by without any units in the 55 taking the call. Central again requested a unit to take the call.
With a sigh, Bosco keyed his radio and said," 55-David to Central, 1922 W. 37th Street."
The officers walked to their car quickly, only pausing to tell the desk that they would be back later to talk to a patient. They headed off to the fire and spent almost 45 minutes telling people to stop staring and start driving or insisting they keep walking away from the burning building. Faith noticed that Bosco was having some of his attitude back, but it wasn't full throttle. She hoped his accident had taken a little of his family desires off his mind.
After the fire, call after call seem to come in. It was another crazy day in the 55, and Bosco and Faith were kept busy to the last minute of their shift and spent another good two hours doing all the paperwork at the station house afterwards. They were sitting at their desks filling out forms when Faith suddenly smacked her hand to her forehead, realizing they had never made it back to the hospital, and therefore couldn't finish filling out the paperwork.
"Crap, Bos, what are we going to do?" she asked, not wanting to leave today's work to be finished tomorrow.
"Well we can't go talk to her tonight, it's almost 1:30 in the morning. Proctor would have a fit if we tried," said Bosco. "I guess we can go talk to her first thing in the shift tomorrow."
"You're definitely riding then?" asked Faith.
"Yep. I talked to Lieu when we got in and he said as long as I'm OK doing it, he'll allow it," said Bosco, glad he was relieved of desk duty before he even got on it.
"OK. First thing tomorrow," said Faith, agreeing with him.
They finished their paperwork a half hour later, and said goodbye to the few remaining cops who had also been behind on their work, and headed outside. They stood outside on the sidewalk for a minute and watched a fire truck pull out from their house across the street.
"Hey Bos?" said Faith, suddenly turning to him.
"Yeah?" he asked, startled by her sudden speech.
"You want to come over for dinner on Sunday? I'm making a turkey and insisting the entire family sit down and eat together. I would like you to be there, you haven't seen the kids in a few days," she said, the invitation slipping out of her mouth before she even really thought about it. She knew Fred would be mad, but who cares what Fred thought. Bosco wanted family, and he was going to get one this Sunday, even if it wasn't the one he exactly desired.
Bosco knew was she was doing, but he was still glad at the invitation anyway. "Yea, Faith, I would really like that. Thanks," he said, truly meaning his words.
"OK. I better go. Fred's probably waiting up," Faith said, and started to turn to her home. "Yea, that's cool. I'll see you tomorrow," said Bosco and he started to walk to his Mustang. I better get home to. Don't want the empty bed staying up all night for me he thought, and drove home to his deserted apartment.
Author's Note: OK, kinda lame ending, I know, but I felt that the chapter was dragging along, and wanted to save the girl's statement for the next chapter. Hope I didn't bore you all to death. Please review it if you like, don't like, or don't even care so I know if I should continue writing this. Thanks again- BoscoLover55