Title: Punish the Children (5/?)
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: Ty's life becomes a living hell when he becomes the target of a man his father put in prison 25 years ago, endangering him and all those around him.
Notes: As always, thanks for the support. It definitely helps my motivation and I appreciate it greatly :)
******
The two men silently made their way up to Sully's apartment. Once inside, Ty wordlessly slumped down on the couch. Sully stood and watched him, wishing he could somehow help his partner to feel better. "Hey, you want some tea or something?" he finally asked.
Ty shook his head. "No thanks."
"Okay..." Sully sighed to himself. If there was ever a time he wanted to drink, the time was now, but he knew he couldn't do it. Ty had been there for him after Tatiana's death and now it was Sully's turn to return the favor. He had to be the strong one now.
"What about your mom?"
"My mom?" Ty looked back at Sully blankly, but then the realization of what Sully meant dawned on him. "Oh..."
"You want me to call her?"
Ty pondered that for a few moments before slowly nodding. He knew his mom would be upset and he couldn't deal with that right now, but then again, he couldn't just leave her to read about it in the papers either. "Alright..." he answered quietly. "But, Sully? I don't want to talk to her, okay? Not now."
"Sure, that's fine...I'll make the call in the bedroom...give you a little time to yourself." He didn't think Ty needed to hear him giving Maggie the details of what happened.
Ty nodded and watched as Sully trudged off to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. Once Sully had left the room, Ty wrapped his arms around his chest, shivering slightly. He still couldn't believe this was happening. He just didn't understand. Why in God's name had this had to happen to Krista? She'd done nothing to deserve it...her only mistake had been getting involved with him. This was his fault...It was all his fault...
******
"I know you want to be there for him, but not now...he needs time," Sully said, trying to keep his voice down.
"So I'm supposed to do nothing?" Maggie was still trying to get over the shock of what Sully had just told her. She couldn't believe that Krista was dead. She had been such a lovely girl. Maggie had grown very fond of her and had had high hopes for Krista and Ty's future. Now, in the blink of an eye, it had all been wiped away.
"I'm with him, Maggie...I'll take care of him."
Maggie nodded even though Sully wasn't there to see it. She was still trying to process all of what Sully had said and then it hit her, what she hadn't even been thinking of... "Sully? You said...these explosives...they were in Ty's car? Someone put them in Ty's car?"
Sully closed his eyes with a deep sigh. He was hoping they wouldn't have to go into this yet. He hadn't even allowed himself to examine it too closely. He knew he was going to have to though. Someone had deliberately tried to kill his partner and whoever it was had not been successful. He knew there was a damned good chance they were going to try again. "I'll do everything in my power to keep him safe..."
"That's not enough, Sully." This was bringing it all back, all the feelings of grief and loss she had gone through when she had lost Ty's father. Now Ty had lost Krista and he was in danger as well. When did it end?
Sully gnawed on his lower lip as he absently toyed with the end of the comforter on his bed. Maggie was right. It wasn't enough, but it was all he could offer her right now. "You should get some sleep, Maggie," he said in a soothing tone. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
"Alright, Sully. Goodnight. Tell him...tell him I love him..." She had no choice but to trust Sully. It wasn't easy though. Ty was her son and she loved him. She knew how much Sully cared for him too, but she was frightened to death that she was going to lose him. She knew this all was connected to Ty's work with the police department. It had to be. Damn the NYPD. She wished with all her heart that Ty had gone on to law school and had never ever decided to follow in his father's footsteps...
******
Sully hung up the phone and just sat on the edge of his bed for a few minutes, trying to gather his thoughts. He was truly shaken by what had happened tonight and how much worse it could have been. It was only a pure stroke of luck that Faith hadn't been killed as well or that Ty hadn't been in the car. He knew Ty didn't share his view, but he was ever so grateful that the young man was unharmed. Now it was just a matter of making sure he stayed that way. He finally forced himself up off the bed and went to the closet to get some fresh sheets to change the bed. After he had done that, he took a deep breath and headed back into the living room.
"Hey...how are you doing?" Ty hadn't budged from the position Sully had left him in. This was definitely not going to be easy. Sully stood there, waiting for a response, but got none. Tentatively he sat down on the couch beside his partner.
"Your mom sends her love..."
"Guess she was pretty upset, huh?" He knew she would be. His mom had loved Krista. He had just been able to tell... the way they would be giggling over some little secret when he'd come back into a room, sharing recipes, and even chatting on the phone. They had planned to have both families meet over dinner sometime soon. Now they would be meeting at a funeral...
"Yeah...she was...She's mostly worried about you though..."
The two men fell silent for a few long minutes that seemed much longer than they actually were. Finally Sully spoke again, unable to bear the awkward silence, just needing to hear Ty say something...anything..."You should try to get some sleep."
"I'm not going to be able to..."
"Maybe not...but you need to at least try to rest...Come on." Sully patted Ty's shoulder comfortingly. He wished there was some way to ease the pain Ty was in, but he knew there really wasn't anything that could lessen it. This was going to take time...lots of time. "I changed the sheets on my bed. At least go in there and lie down."
"What? No." Ty shook his head. "I'm not taking your bed, Sully. "I'll just stay out here."
"You try to sleep on this couch, you're going to wake up crippled. I'm used to it. Go on."
Ty just continued to sit there, not answering Sully one way or the other until Sully gently nudged him again. "Please, Ty."
Ty glanced at his partner and finally nodded. "Alright, Sul..." He slowly got to his feet and began walking towards the bedroom, glancing back at Sully before he went inside. "Thanks..."
"You're welcome," Sully murmured, watching as Ty disappeared into the bedroom. "There are some sweats in the bottom dresser drawer." He was giving him a bed to sleep in...big deal. He knew it didn't help, not really. He knew there really wasn't anything that would help Ty feel better right now.
******
"I don't understand this..." Fred drummed his fingers on the table as he stared at Faith who was seated across from him. "Why were you at this restaurant in the first place?"
"I already explained that, Fred." Faith was trying to be understanding, but her patience was beginning to wear thin. "We just went out to grab a bite after work."
"You and Bosco and Davis and this woman? Sounds like two couples to me."
"What?" Faith yelled, then lowered her voice, remembering the kids were asleep. "Couples? What the hell are you goin' on about, Fred? We were just unwindin' after work for God's sake. Sully was there too. Davis just decided to bring his girlfriend along."
"And someone blew his car up and you were almost in it? I think it's time you got a new job, Faith. Away from all this danger, away from Boscorelli..."
Faith shook her head in aggravation. "Bosco has nothin' to do with this, Fred. You know what? I stupidly thought I'd maybe be getting' a little sympathy from you here. Someone I know was killed tonight and I could have been too. I guess I was wrong though. I guess you can't see past your stupid, petty jealousy."
"I'm glad you're alright," Fred responded tonelessly, "but it doesn't change the fact that you shouldn't have been there in the first place."
"I'm goin' to bed." Faith stood up abruptly and stormed out of the kitchen, deliberately clacking her heels as loudly as she could, wanting to irk Fred as much as he was irking her. Sometimes she had no idea what she saw in the man...none at all...
******
Ty went into Sully's bedroom and flopped down on the bed. He was starting to question what had happened now...how it had happened. Who could have done it? He had absolutely no idea who would have wanted him dead or why. There wasn't any one case that stood out in his mind that would have been the cause of it. Unless...maybe Krista had some jealous, crazy boyfriend or something? Maybe it was random...but that didn't really make a lot of sense. He sat up and glanced around Sully's room. It was pretty sparse. The walls were bare and noticeably absent were any pictures of Tatiana. He supposed they were too painful for Sully to have around...constant reminders of what had happened to her. He was just now starting to really grasp the breadth of Sully's pain...what he had been going through.
Sighing softly, he decided maybe Sully was right, that he ought to try to get a little bit of sleep. The detectives had cut him a break tonight, but he knew that tomorrow he would be grilled extensively about what had happened. He wasn't looking forward to it. He went to Sully's dresser and picked out a pair of navy blue sweats that looked like they would fit not too badly and changed into them. He flicked off the light switch on the wall, plunging the room into darkness. He then climbed into bed, burrowing deeply under the covers. Already he could feel the tears beginning again. He was unable to hold them back so he buried his head into the pillow to muffle his sobs, not wanting Sully to hear them. He had never felt so alone...
*****
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: Ty's life becomes a living hell when he becomes the target of a man his father put in prison 25 years ago, endangering him and all those around him.
Notes: As always, thanks for the support. It definitely helps my motivation and I appreciate it greatly :)
******
The two men silently made their way up to Sully's apartment. Once inside, Ty wordlessly slumped down on the couch. Sully stood and watched him, wishing he could somehow help his partner to feel better. "Hey, you want some tea or something?" he finally asked.
Ty shook his head. "No thanks."
"Okay..." Sully sighed to himself. If there was ever a time he wanted to drink, the time was now, but he knew he couldn't do it. Ty had been there for him after Tatiana's death and now it was Sully's turn to return the favor. He had to be the strong one now.
"What about your mom?"
"My mom?" Ty looked back at Sully blankly, but then the realization of what Sully meant dawned on him. "Oh..."
"You want me to call her?"
Ty pondered that for a few moments before slowly nodding. He knew his mom would be upset and he couldn't deal with that right now, but then again, he couldn't just leave her to read about it in the papers either. "Alright..." he answered quietly. "But, Sully? I don't want to talk to her, okay? Not now."
"Sure, that's fine...I'll make the call in the bedroom...give you a little time to yourself." He didn't think Ty needed to hear him giving Maggie the details of what happened.
Ty nodded and watched as Sully trudged off to his bedroom and closed the door behind him. Once Sully had left the room, Ty wrapped his arms around his chest, shivering slightly. He still couldn't believe this was happening. He just didn't understand. Why in God's name had this had to happen to Krista? She'd done nothing to deserve it...her only mistake had been getting involved with him. This was his fault...It was all his fault...
******
"I know you want to be there for him, but not now...he needs time," Sully said, trying to keep his voice down.
"So I'm supposed to do nothing?" Maggie was still trying to get over the shock of what Sully had just told her. She couldn't believe that Krista was dead. She had been such a lovely girl. Maggie had grown very fond of her and had had high hopes for Krista and Ty's future. Now, in the blink of an eye, it had all been wiped away.
"I'm with him, Maggie...I'll take care of him."
Maggie nodded even though Sully wasn't there to see it. She was still trying to process all of what Sully had said and then it hit her, what she hadn't even been thinking of... "Sully? You said...these explosives...they were in Ty's car? Someone put them in Ty's car?"
Sully closed his eyes with a deep sigh. He was hoping they wouldn't have to go into this yet. He hadn't even allowed himself to examine it too closely. He knew he was going to have to though. Someone had deliberately tried to kill his partner and whoever it was had not been successful. He knew there was a damned good chance they were going to try again. "I'll do everything in my power to keep him safe..."
"That's not enough, Sully." This was bringing it all back, all the feelings of grief and loss she had gone through when she had lost Ty's father. Now Ty had lost Krista and he was in danger as well. When did it end?
Sully gnawed on his lower lip as he absently toyed with the end of the comforter on his bed. Maggie was right. It wasn't enough, but it was all he could offer her right now. "You should get some sleep, Maggie," he said in a soothing tone. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
"Alright, Sully. Goodnight. Tell him...tell him I love him..." She had no choice but to trust Sully. It wasn't easy though. Ty was her son and she loved him. She knew how much Sully cared for him too, but she was frightened to death that she was going to lose him. She knew this all was connected to Ty's work with the police department. It had to be. Damn the NYPD. She wished with all her heart that Ty had gone on to law school and had never ever decided to follow in his father's footsteps...
******
Sully hung up the phone and just sat on the edge of his bed for a few minutes, trying to gather his thoughts. He was truly shaken by what had happened tonight and how much worse it could have been. It was only a pure stroke of luck that Faith hadn't been killed as well or that Ty hadn't been in the car. He knew Ty didn't share his view, but he was ever so grateful that the young man was unharmed. Now it was just a matter of making sure he stayed that way. He finally forced himself up off the bed and went to the closet to get some fresh sheets to change the bed. After he had done that, he took a deep breath and headed back into the living room.
"Hey...how are you doing?" Ty hadn't budged from the position Sully had left him in. This was definitely not going to be easy. Sully stood there, waiting for a response, but got none. Tentatively he sat down on the couch beside his partner.
"Your mom sends her love..."
"Guess she was pretty upset, huh?" He knew she would be. His mom had loved Krista. He had just been able to tell... the way they would be giggling over some little secret when he'd come back into a room, sharing recipes, and even chatting on the phone. They had planned to have both families meet over dinner sometime soon. Now they would be meeting at a funeral...
"Yeah...she was...She's mostly worried about you though..."
The two men fell silent for a few long minutes that seemed much longer than they actually were. Finally Sully spoke again, unable to bear the awkward silence, just needing to hear Ty say something...anything..."You should try to get some sleep."
"I'm not going to be able to..."
"Maybe not...but you need to at least try to rest...Come on." Sully patted Ty's shoulder comfortingly. He wished there was some way to ease the pain Ty was in, but he knew there really wasn't anything that could lessen it. This was going to take time...lots of time. "I changed the sheets on my bed. At least go in there and lie down."
"What? No." Ty shook his head. "I'm not taking your bed, Sully. "I'll just stay out here."
"You try to sleep on this couch, you're going to wake up crippled. I'm used to it. Go on."
Ty just continued to sit there, not answering Sully one way or the other until Sully gently nudged him again. "Please, Ty."
Ty glanced at his partner and finally nodded. "Alright, Sul..." He slowly got to his feet and began walking towards the bedroom, glancing back at Sully before he went inside. "Thanks..."
"You're welcome," Sully murmured, watching as Ty disappeared into the bedroom. "There are some sweats in the bottom dresser drawer." He was giving him a bed to sleep in...big deal. He knew it didn't help, not really. He knew there really wasn't anything that would help Ty feel better right now.
******
"I don't understand this..." Fred drummed his fingers on the table as he stared at Faith who was seated across from him. "Why were you at this restaurant in the first place?"
"I already explained that, Fred." Faith was trying to be understanding, but her patience was beginning to wear thin. "We just went out to grab a bite after work."
"You and Bosco and Davis and this woman? Sounds like two couples to me."
"What?" Faith yelled, then lowered her voice, remembering the kids were asleep. "Couples? What the hell are you goin' on about, Fred? We were just unwindin' after work for God's sake. Sully was there too. Davis just decided to bring his girlfriend along."
"And someone blew his car up and you were almost in it? I think it's time you got a new job, Faith. Away from all this danger, away from Boscorelli..."
Faith shook her head in aggravation. "Bosco has nothin' to do with this, Fred. You know what? I stupidly thought I'd maybe be getting' a little sympathy from you here. Someone I know was killed tonight and I could have been too. I guess I was wrong though. I guess you can't see past your stupid, petty jealousy."
"I'm glad you're alright," Fred responded tonelessly, "but it doesn't change the fact that you shouldn't have been there in the first place."
"I'm goin' to bed." Faith stood up abruptly and stormed out of the kitchen, deliberately clacking her heels as loudly as she could, wanting to irk Fred as much as he was irking her. Sometimes she had no idea what she saw in the man...none at all...
******
Ty went into Sully's bedroom and flopped down on the bed. He was starting to question what had happened now...how it had happened. Who could have done it? He had absolutely no idea who would have wanted him dead or why. There wasn't any one case that stood out in his mind that would have been the cause of it. Unless...maybe Krista had some jealous, crazy boyfriend or something? Maybe it was random...but that didn't really make a lot of sense. He sat up and glanced around Sully's room. It was pretty sparse. The walls were bare and noticeably absent were any pictures of Tatiana. He supposed they were too painful for Sully to have around...constant reminders of what had happened to her. He was just now starting to really grasp the breadth of Sully's pain...what he had been going through.
Sighing softly, he decided maybe Sully was right, that he ought to try to get a little bit of sleep. The detectives had cut him a break tonight, but he knew that tomorrow he would be grilled extensively about what had happened. He wasn't looking forward to it. He went to Sully's dresser and picked out a pair of navy blue sweats that looked like they would fit not too badly and changed into them. He flicked off the light switch on the wall, plunging the room into darkness. He then climbed into bed, burrowing deeply under the covers. Already he could feel the tears beginning again. He was unable to hold them back so he buried his head into the pillow to muffle his sobs, not wanting Sully to hear them. He had never felt so alone...
*****