Title: Punish the Children (7/?)
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com mailto: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.
Note: As always, thanks so much for your comments. Special thanks to Orison & Kaleigh - I very much appreciate your support :)
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"I'm really glad to have you back." Bosco took his eyes off the road for a moment to glance over at his partner, a smile on his face. "You sure you're feelin' okay?"
Faith nodded. "I'm fine, Bos. And I'm certainly glad to be back...Wasn't the best time off I've had, that's for sure."
"Emily giving you a hard time?" Bosco asked.
"No..." Faith shook her head. "She was fine...it was Fred..."
"Fred? Why? What'd he do now?"
"Let's just say he was pretty pissed off about what happened."
Bosco pulled the RMP up to a curb and turned so he could really look at Faith. "He was pissed? What the hell was he pissed about?"
Faith shrugged, ashamed to even discuss what an ass her husband was, but it really was bothering her. Fred had continued to be cold and distant to her for the past couple of days. It had been an immense relief to be able to come back to work today. "He was mad that I went out after work I guess..."
"You do that lots of times though, Faith. It's no big deal. He was probably just upset that you came so close to bein' killed." He couldn't really blame Fred for that. Even now, he was still having a pretty hard time himself thinking about what could have happened to Faith.
"Yeah well, he's usually asleep when I come home..."
"Even so..." Bosco shook his head. "He'll get over it."
"What are ya stickin' up for him for?" Faith turned towards Bosco, her eyes blazing angrily. "He accused me of bein' on a date with you."
"What?" Bosco stared back at her for a few long moments and then started to laugh which only served to infuriate Faith even more.
"It's not funny!"
"Oh yes it is. A date? He thought we were on a date? God...the guy's even a bigger jag-off than I thought he was."
"Why? It's that funny that you would be on a date with me? Of course I would never be good enough for the great love god himself, Maurice Boscorelli!" Faith shouted. Men...They were all a bunch of asses...
"What the hell are you talkin' about? Who said you weren't good enough? I just meant that Fred should trust you, Faith. That's all. You're his wife. You'd never think about steppin' out on him. He should know that. That's all I meant." He pulled the RMP back away from the curb, shaking his head in bewilderment. He just didn't understand women. One minute they were calm and reasonable, the next they were like these crazed lunatics.
They rode in silence for a few minutes before Faith gently put her hand on Bosco's upper arm. "Bos? Listen...I'm sorry."
"You should be sorry," he stated, shooting a wounded look in her direction. You know I don't think I'm too good for you, Faith. I would never think that. Any guy would be proud to take you on a date. You're married though. That's all I meant." Hell, if she wasn't married, he'd take her out in a heartbeat. She was everything he wanted in a woman and more, but she was married and he would never put her in the position of having to make choices she wasn't prepared to make. It just wouldn't be fair.
"I am sorry, Bosco. Really... I'm just mad at Fred and I shouldn't be takin' it out on you."
"Well..." He pretended to think that over before grinning back at Faith. "It's okay. I guess I can forgive ya."
"Thanks," she said smiling back at her partner. The one thing she could say about Bosco, whether she was laughing with him or at him, she could always count on him to make her smile.
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Sully looked over at Ty who was sitting beside him in the RMP, looking utterly exhausted. He wondered if the kid had slept at all. A call came in over the radio and Sully listened as 55-David once again jumped in to take the call. Bosco and Faith knew Davis was having a rough time and they were obviously trying to lighten their share of calls. They'd even been taking the kind of calls that Bosco usually wanted no part of. Sully was grateful and Ty didn't seem to notice, which only proved even more that he shouldn't be on duty. Sully didn't have the heart to make a big deal about it though. He just hoped things would maybe start to get better after the funeral, which was the following day. At the very least, it would give his partner a little bit of closure.
"You feel like getting some dinner?" Sully glanced at his partner once again. He sighed in frustration when Ty continued to stare out the window, not responding to his question. "Ty? You want to get some dinner?" He asked again, much more loudly than the first time.
Startled, Ty turned to look at Sully. "Yeah sure...fine," he answered, turning back towards the window.
Shaking his head to himself, Sully pulled the RMP up in front of Howie's Diner. "Come on," he said as he turned off the motor and pocketed the key.
Ty just nodded and opened the car door, then followed his partner into the diner. They found a table and Ty stared down at his hands, which were clasped on top of the table, as Sully perused the menu. "You already know what you want?" Sully asked.
"I'm not very hungry."
Sully looked back at Ty, the frustration evident on his face. "You don't eat...you don't sleep... I've been trying to cut you a break here, but if you're not going to try, I'm going to go to Lieu and tell him you shouldn't be working."
"You'd do that?" Ty asked, glaring back at Sully.
Sully nodded. "I don't want to, Ty, but you're not leaving me much choice here. I'm not going to just sit around and watch you destroy yourself."
"You know...I'm not some little kid that you have to tell to eat. I can take care of myself."
Sully just stared back at his partner, not saying a word.
"Fine. I'll eat." Ty angrily grabbed a menu and slammed it down on the table.
"Good," Sully muttered. He didn't care if Ty thought he was being unreasonable, unfair or what he thought. He was going to look out for his partner no matter what.
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"How'd it go today?" Faith kept her voice low as she approached Sully who had just come into the locker room. Davis was already over by his locker, changing out of his uniform.
Sully shook his head grimly. "Not good. How about you? You feeling alright?"
"I'm fine," Faith said, nodding her head.
"Thanks for taking so many calls today... I appreciate it."
"Hey, it keeps Bosco busy and out of my hair," Faith joked with a small smile.
"You talkin' 'bout me?" Bosco grinned as he swaggered into the locker room. "Bet we set a record today with the amount of calls we took. We should get an award." He winked at Sully and then turned more serious. "Everything okay?"
Sully shrugged wordlessly as he noticed Ty's eyes on them from across the room. "Everything's fine," he stated as he headed off in the direction of his locker.
Bosco gave Faith a questioning look and she shook her head slightly as she walked over to her locker. An awkward silence descended over the officers as they silently changed into their street clothes. There was none of the lighthearted banter that usually went on. It was a totally different kind of atmosphere.
Ty had finished changing by now and kept shooting glances in Faith's direction. Finally, when she had finished changing, he approached her. "Faith?" he asked quietly. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Of course," she said softly, smiling up at him. "How are you doin'?"
"Okay..." He nervously nibbled on his lower lip as he looked down at her, with distress evident in his eyes. "Faith...I..."
"Ty, what is it?" She shot a quick glance over towards Bosco and Sully who were discreetly looking away and then turned her attention back to the young officer. "Tell me..."
"I just..." he swallowed hard and forced himself to continue, looking at the top of her head rather than into her eyes. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry, Faith. I'm sorry about what happened. I...I never would have wanted anything to happen to you...I'm just...I'm glad you're okay..."
"Ty...it wasn't your fault..."He dropped his gaze to the floor as he squeezed his eyes shut, determined not to break down again. "Ty, look at me." Faith commanded gently, speaking slowly and distinctly, emphasizing her words as he met her gaze. "This was not your fault."
"Yeah...yeah, I know," he forced himself to say, even managing a feeble smile. He knew it was what was expected of him, what everyone wanted to hear. He had to eat, had to sleep, had to pretend that this wasn't his fault...even though it was... He realized that Faith was speaking again and forced himself to pay attention.
"The service is at 9 o'clock?"
"Nine at the funeral home...10 at the church..." He could feel a coldness invading his body at just the thought of it. Krista had been killed in such a horrific manner and now...now they were going to bury her body underneath the ground... He suddenly felt like the walls were closing in. He needed to get out of there. "I...listen, Faith I've got to go. I...I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Without even saying goodbye to Sully, he bolted out of the locker room, leaving the other three officers staring after him.
"Wow..." Bosco commented after the door had closed. "I've never seen him like this before..." Davis was usually so calm and level-headed.
"Yeah well...you can't really blame him, Bos," Faith replied as she began to put on her jacket. "You still want to go to the service in the morning?"
Bosco nodded. "Of course. I'll pick you up at 8:30."
"It'll mean a lot to him...you two being there..." Sully smiled sadly as he zippered up his jacket and prepared to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow..."
"See ya, Sully," Faith called softly and Bosco echoed her as they watched him leave. A few minutes later, they too set off on their way home.
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Seth wearily opened the door to his apartment, walked into the kitchen, and placed the brown paper bag he was carrying down on the table. He hated working at the damn warehouse. Even worse was that fact that he'd worked a double shift today to make up for the fact that he wouldn't be in tomorrow. Revenge was fun, but it didn't pay the rent. He pulled a greasy paper-wrapped burger and fries out of the bag, along with a newspaper.
Tomorrow was the big day... He was going to pay his respects to the dearly departed girlfriend of Officer Davis. If all went as he planned, it would be a day that none of the mourners would ever forget...
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: lynne1919@aol.com mailto: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.
Note: As always, thanks so much for your comments. Special thanks to Orison & Kaleigh - I very much appreciate your support :)
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"I'm really glad to have you back." Bosco took his eyes off the road for a moment to glance over at his partner, a smile on his face. "You sure you're feelin' okay?"
Faith nodded. "I'm fine, Bos. And I'm certainly glad to be back...Wasn't the best time off I've had, that's for sure."
"Emily giving you a hard time?" Bosco asked.
"No..." Faith shook her head. "She was fine...it was Fred..."
"Fred? Why? What'd he do now?"
"Let's just say he was pretty pissed off about what happened."
Bosco pulled the RMP up to a curb and turned so he could really look at Faith. "He was pissed? What the hell was he pissed about?"
Faith shrugged, ashamed to even discuss what an ass her husband was, but it really was bothering her. Fred had continued to be cold and distant to her for the past couple of days. It had been an immense relief to be able to come back to work today. "He was mad that I went out after work I guess..."
"You do that lots of times though, Faith. It's no big deal. He was probably just upset that you came so close to bein' killed." He couldn't really blame Fred for that. Even now, he was still having a pretty hard time himself thinking about what could have happened to Faith.
"Yeah well, he's usually asleep when I come home..."
"Even so..." Bosco shook his head. "He'll get over it."
"What are ya stickin' up for him for?" Faith turned towards Bosco, her eyes blazing angrily. "He accused me of bein' on a date with you."
"What?" Bosco stared back at her for a few long moments and then started to laugh which only served to infuriate Faith even more.
"It's not funny!"
"Oh yes it is. A date? He thought we were on a date? God...the guy's even a bigger jag-off than I thought he was."
"Why? It's that funny that you would be on a date with me? Of course I would never be good enough for the great love god himself, Maurice Boscorelli!" Faith shouted. Men...They were all a bunch of asses...
"What the hell are you talkin' about? Who said you weren't good enough? I just meant that Fred should trust you, Faith. That's all. You're his wife. You'd never think about steppin' out on him. He should know that. That's all I meant." He pulled the RMP back away from the curb, shaking his head in bewilderment. He just didn't understand women. One minute they were calm and reasonable, the next they were like these crazed lunatics.
They rode in silence for a few minutes before Faith gently put her hand on Bosco's upper arm. "Bos? Listen...I'm sorry."
"You should be sorry," he stated, shooting a wounded look in her direction. You know I don't think I'm too good for you, Faith. I would never think that. Any guy would be proud to take you on a date. You're married though. That's all I meant." Hell, if she wasn't married, he'd take her out in a heartbeat. She was everything he wanted in a woman and more, but she was married and he would never put her in the position of having to make choices she wasn't prepared to make. It just wouldn't be fair.
"I am sorry, Bosco. Really... I'm just mad at Fred and I shouldn't be takin' it out on you."
"Well..." He pretended to think that over before grinning back at Faith. "It's okay. I guess I can forgive ya."
"Thanks," she said smiling back at her partner. The one thing she could say about Bosco, whether she was laughing with him or at him, she could always count on him to make her smile.
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Sully looked over at Ty who was sitting beside him in the RMP, looking utterly exhausted. He wondered if the kid had slept at all. A call came in over the radio and Sully listened as 55-David once again jumped in to take the call. Bosco and Faith knew Davis was having a rough time and they were obviously trying to lighten their share of calls. They'd even been taking the kind of calls that Bosco usually wanted no part of. Sully was grateful and Ty didn't seem to notice, which only proved even more that he shouldn't be on duty. Sully didn't have the heart to make a big deal about it though. He just hoped things would maybe start to get better after the funeral, which was the following day. At the very least, it would give his partner a little bit of closure.
"You feel like getting some dinner?" Sully glanced at his partner once again. He sighed in frustration when Ty continued to stare out the window, not responding to his question. "Ty? You want to get some dinner?" He asked again, much more loudly than the first time.
Startled, Ty turned to look at Sully. "Yeah sure...fine," he answered, turning back towards the window.
Shaking his head to himself, Sully pulled the RMP up in front of Howie's Diner. "Come on," he said as he turned off the motor and pocketed the key.
Ty just nodded and opened the car door, then followed his partner into the diner. They found a table and Ty stared down at his hands, which were clasped on top of the table, as Sully perused the menu. "You already know what you want?" Sully asked.
"I'm not very hungry."
Sully looked back at Ty, the frustration evident on his face. "You don't eat...you don't sleep... I've been trying to cut you a break here, but if you're not going to try, I'm going to go to Lieu and tell him you shouldn't be working."
"You'd do that?" Ty asked, glaring back at Sully.
Sully nodded. "I don't want to, Ty, but you're not leaving me much choice here. I'm not going to just sit around and watch you destroy yourself."
"You know...I'm not some little kid that you have to tell to eat. I can take care of myself."
Sully just stared back at his partner, not saying a word.
"Fine. I'll eat." Ty angrily grabbed a menu and slammed it down on the table.
"Good," Sully muttered. He didn't care if Ty thought he was being unreasonable, unfair or what he thought. He was going to look out for his partner no matter what.
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"How'd it go today?" Faith kept her voice low as she approached Sully who had just come into the locker room. Davis was already over by his locker, changing out of his uniform.
Sully shook his head grimly. "Not good. How about you? You feeling alright?"
"I'm fine," Faith said, nodding her head.
"Thanks for taking so many calls today... I appreciate it."
"Hey, it keeps Bosco busy and out of my hair," Faith joked with a small smile.
"You talkin' 'bout me?" Bosco grinned as he swaggered into the locker room. "Bet we set a record today with the amount of calls we took. We should get an award." He winked at Sully and then turned more serious. "Everything okay?"
Sully shrugged wordlessly as he noticed Ty's eyes on them from across the room. "Everything's fine," he stated as he headed off in the direction of his locker.
Bosco gave Faith a questioning look and she shook her head slightly as she walked over to her locker. An awkward silence descended over the officers as they silently changed into their street clothes. There was none of the lighthearted banter that usually went on. It was a totally different kind of atmosphere.
Ty had finished changing by now and kept shooting glances in Faith's direction. Finally, when she had finished changing, he approached her. "Faith?" he asked quietly. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Of course," she said softly, smiling up at him. "How are you doin'?"
"Okay..." He nervously nibbled on his lower lip as he looked down at her, with distress evident in his eyes. "Faith...I..."
"Ty, what is it?" She shot a quick glance over towards Bosco and Sully who were discreetly looking away and then turned her attention back to the young officer. "Tell me..."
"I just..." he swallowed hard and forced himself to continue, looking at the top of her head rather than into her eyes. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry, Faith. I'm sorry about what happened. I...I never would have wanted anything to happen to you...I'm just...I'm glad you're okay..."
"Ty...it wasn't your fault..."He dropped his gaze to the floor as he squeezed his eyes shut, determined not to break down again. "Ty, look at me." Faith commanded gently, speaking slowly and distinctly, emphasizing her words as he met her gaze. "This was not your fault."
"Yeah...yeah, I know," he forced himself to say, even managing a feeble smile. He knew it was what was expected of him, what everyone wanted to hear. He had to eat, had to sleep, had to pretend that this wasn't his fault...even though it was... He realized that Faith was speaking again and forced himself to pay attention.
"The service is at 9 o'clock?"
"Nine at the funeral home...10 at the church..." He could feel a coldness invading his body at just the thought of it. Krista had been killed in such a horrific manner and now...now they were going to bury her body underneath the ground... He suddenly felt like the walls were closing in. He needed to get out of there. "I...listen, Faith I've got to go. I...I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Without even saying goodbye to Sully, he bolted out of the locker room, leaving the other three officers staring after him.
"Wow..." Bosco commented after the door had closed. "I've never seen him like this before..." Davis was usually so calm and level-headed.
"Yeah well...you can't really blame him, Bos," Faith replied as she began to put on her jacket. "You still want to go to the service in the morning?"
Bosco nodded. "Of course. I'll pick you up at 8:30."
"It'll mean a lot to him...you two being there..." Sully smiled sadly as he zippered up his jacket and prepared to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow..."
"See ya, Sully," Faith called softly and Bosco echoed her as they watched him leave. A few minutes later, they too set off on their way home.
******
Seth wearily opened the door to his apartment, walked into the kitchen, and placed the brown paper bag he was carrying down on the table. He hated working at the damn warehouse. Even worse was that fact that he'd worked a double shift today to make up for the fact that he wouldn't be in tomorrow. Revenge was fun, but it didn't pay the rent. He pulled a greasy paper-wrapped burger and fries out of the bag, along with a newspaper.
Tomorrow was the big day... He was going to pay his respects to the dearly departed girlfriend of Officer Davis. If all went as he planned, it would be a day that none of the mourners would ever forget...