Title: Punish the Children (8/?)
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.
Note: I guess this chapter is a bit of a cliffhanger - Sorry, I couldn't resist. Thanks so much for your comments. I really appreciate them and they help keep me motivated :)
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"Ty?" Carlos lightly rapped on the door to Ty's bedroom, but got no response. "Ty?" he repeated more loudly as he knocked again. He hesitated for a moment before he opened the door and poked his head into the room. "It's getting late. You've got to get up."
Ty stirred underneath the covers and finally forced his eyes open. "What time is it?" he asked hoarsely as Carlos came into the room.
"It's just after 8."
"Man...I didn't think I'd sleep like that." He'd slept solidly throughout the night with no nightmares, at least not that he could remember.
"Yeah well...it catches up with you after a while," Carlos remarked. He'd heard Ty the previous night, wandering around the apartment at all hours, pacing the floors. It was no wonder that he'd finally crashed. "I'm all set with the shower, so why don't you go ahead. I'll make some breakfast."
Ty shook his head, making a face. "Thanks, man, but I really don't think I can eat anything."
"At least have some toast ...you really should eat something..."
Ty was about to start griping about everyone always trying to force him to eat, but he knew Carlos meant well. Hell, everyone meant well. He knew people were just trying to help him, but he was just having a hard time accepting their help. "Alright," Ty replied as he finally tossed the covers aside and got up out of bed. "I'll eat something quick if I have time. Right now though, I'd better get moving."
"Okay, I'll get out of your way," Carlos stated as he left Ty's room to go get dressed and make some breakfast before they left for the funeral.
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"Still don't know why you have to go to this," Fred narrowed his eyes as Faith came into the kitchen. She was wearing a simple black skirt with a matching jacket and carrying a pair of black heels. "It's not like you even knew her all that well."
"If you don't understand, there certainly isn't any way that I could explain it to you," Faith stated, glaring back at him. She couldn't believe how unreasonable he was being about everything. For a supposedly god-fearing man, he wasn't being very forgiving, especially when he was angry over some imaginary indiscretion. She was frankly becoming very tired of this...tired of him...
A knock sounded on the door and Faith quickly put on her shoes and went to answer it as Fred grumbled in the background. "Don't want to keep Bosco waiting, now do we?"
"Grow up, Fred," she retorted right before opening the door to reveal her partner who was wearing a black suit and tie. "Hey, Bos...you look nice. I just have to grab my purse and we can go." She hurried off to the bedroom, wanting to leave before Fred caused a scene.
"Aren't you going to invite pretty boy in?" Fred called as he came wandering towards the door from the kitchen. "Awww, Bos...you really do look pretty today."
"What the hell are you goin' on about, Fred?" Bosco asked, a disgusted look on his face. "We're goin' to a funeral...have a little respect."
"Respect? Oh that's rich coming from you, Boscorelli," Fred sneered.
"You're makin' an ass out of yourself, Fred," Faith said as she came back from the bedroom, carrying her purse. "Bos let's go."
"Oh by all means, don't let me keep you and Bosco from your little love tryst."
"Why you..." Bosco angrily started towards Fred, but Faith managed to come between them. "He's not worth it, Bos. Come on. We don't want to be late."
"Run away, Bosco, run away," Fred said, laughing. "I wouldn't want you to get blood all over that pretty little white shirt."
"Bos, let's go," Faith grasped Bosco's arm firmly and practically forced him out of the apartment, slamming the door behind them.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Bosco asked, shaking his head in disbelief as they walked down the hallway. "I knew you said he was mad, but...I sure as hell didn't expect that. He been drinkin'?"
Faith shook her head. "No...no, and that's the scary part. If he had been drinkin' I could understand him actin' this way, but he hasn't...this is just all him..."
"I'm sorry, Faith..." She sure as hell didn't need this right now. He'd tried to make allowances for Fred in the past, tried to justify some of his questionable actions, but he'd always known the guy was an ass. Faith was definitely too good for him. There was no question of that in Bosco's mind.
"Eh, it'll be okay," Faith replied with a shrug, not really wanting to discuss Fred anymore. This day was hard enough already without Fred adding to her tension.
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"I'll get it," Carlos called out as he heard a soft knock on the door to their apartment. He opened the door and stood aside so that Sully and Ty's mom could come in. "Hey, Sully. Hi, Mrs. Davis. Ty should be right out." He'd been taking an awful long time to get dressed. Carlos wasn't sure if Ty was just upset or if he was just going out of his way to avoid eating breakfast.
"Good morning, Carlos," Maggie said, offering a soft smile to her son's roommate.
"How's he doin?" Sully asked gruffly.
"You know..." Carlos shrugged his shoulders. "It's been rough."
"Yeah I know..."
"Hey, mom. Hey, Sully." Ty said as he came into the room.
Maggie quickly met him and pulled him into an embrace. "Ty...I've been so worried.
"I'm okay, mom. You don't have to worry." He leaned down to kiss her cheek and returned her hug. "I'm alright."
"I just...I'm so sorry this happened, baby." She was already fighting back tears as she reached up to lightly stroke his cheek.
"I know you are..." Ty dropped his eyes downward. He was trying as hard as he could to distance himself from what was going on today, hoping it would help him get through it without totally breaking down, but already he was finding it difficult.
"Your sisters are going to just meet us at the funeral home."
"Okay..."
"I'm double parked out there, so we better get going," Sully stated quietly, already noting the obvious distress in Ty's eyes. He just hoped things were going to get better after they got through today. The kid deserved a break.
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So far, the day was not going well at all. Before the service at the funeral home, Ty had approached Krista's mother, but it had been obvious that the woman had wanted nothing to do with him. She hadn't been rude, but her eyes were cold and her manner distant. Not wanting to cause her any more pain, he'd finally bowed his head and made his way back to his own family and friends, appreciating more than ever the support they were giving him.
The church service was even harder. Several members of Krista's family spoke about her and the stories they told caused Ty to break down several times. Faith became very caught up in the overflow of emotions and started imagining her own children and what they would have gone through if she had died that night along with Krista. Unconsciously, her hand found Bosco's and she gripped it tightly throughout the second half of the service.
Finally, mercifully, the church service came to its conclusion. Ty watched mournfully as Krista's casket was carried out of the church, followed by her grief-stricken family. At one point, Rose almost collapsed in tears and had to be supported as she made her way out of the church.
"How are you holding up?" Sully asked, looking at Ty with more than a little bit of concern, as they made their way back to Sully's car.
Ty shook his head slowly. "I don't know..." he admitted honestly. "I just...I still can't really believe that she's gone. I know it in my head, but..." He put his hand over his heart. "I guess I don't know it here..."
"It takes time," Sully said, patting Ty's shoulder as they walked. "It's going to take a lot of time. They got into the car and sat silently, waiting for the procession to begin to the cemetery. Ty stared out the window as the memories flooded through him. It was all so wrong. None of this ever should have happened. If anything, it should have happened to him. He wished to God it had...
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"Finally," Seth muttered as the funeral procession started on its way. He'd been waiting across the street in his car since the start of the funeral. He'd considered going in, but hadn't wanted to hear a bunch of sentimental slop. He didn't want to be distracted from his objective, even though it might have been worth it to see Davis' kid all broken up about his dearly departed girlfriend. In any case, the wait was over now. His heart was beating quickly and he felt almost giddy, his whole body filled with a sense of exhilaration over what was going to happen. He started up his car and followed along behind the procession. It took almost twenty minutes for them to arrive at the cemetery. Seth then broke away from the end of the procession and went in the opposite direction. He found a shaded vantage point with plenty of trees and he smiled at his fortune. Everything was falling into place perfectly, almost as if it was meant to be.
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Ty nibbled on his lower lip as they stood by the Krista's gravesite. His eyes were focused on the white casket as he tried not to think of the fact that shortly she would be lying under the ground in a never-ending sleep. He felt his mom's arm around him and he shed more tears as he listened to the minister's final prayer. He still couldn't believe it was over...that it had ended up this way...
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Seth sat in his car as he watched the mourners gathered around the gravesite. He couldn't see the images all that clearly, until he picked up the rifle lying on the seat beside him and looked through the scope. He actually laughed out loud as the figures seemed to jump towards him. He could recognize the officers who had been with Davis that night in the parking lot at the Chinese restaurant. They were all lined up beside him, just like neat little ducks all in a row. After taking a quick look around to make sure he was unobserved, he rolled down his car window and then looked through the scope of the rifle once again, slowly moving its focus over each of the officers, trying to make his decision.
There was the cop with the cocky look about him...the chubby cop who Seth had since learned was Davis' partner, the woman cop who'd barely escaped dying in the explosion, or Davis himself...he could put him out of his misery once and for all...
"Eenie, meenie, minie, moe." He squeezed the trigger and grinned with satisfaction as he hit his target and watched it fall.
"Mission accomplished," he stated as he threw the rifle back down on the car seat and quickly began to drive away.
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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.
Note: I guess this chapter is a bit of a cliffhanger - Sorry, I couldn't resist. Thanks so much for your comments. I really appreciate them and they help keep me motivated :)
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"Ty?" Carlos lightly rapped on the door to Ty's bedroom, but got no response. "Ty?" he repeated more loudly as he knocked again. He hesitated for a moment before he opened the door and poked his head into the room. "It's getting late. You've got to get up."
Ty stirred underneath the covers and finally forced his eyes open. "What time is it?" he asked hoarsely as Carlos came into the room.
"It's just after 8."
"Man...I didn't think I'd sleep like that." He'd slept solidly throughout the night with no nightmares, at least not that he could remember.
"Yeah well...it catches up with you after a while," Carlos remarked. He'd heard Ty the previous night, wandering around the apartment at all hours, pacing the floors. It was no wonder that he'd finally crashed. "I'm all set with the shower, so why don't you go ahead. I'll make some breakfast."
Ty shook his head, making a face. "Thanks, man, but I really don't think I can eat anything."
"At least have some toast ...you really should eat something..."
Ty was about to start griping about everyone always trying to force him to eat, but he knew Carlos meant well. Hell, everyone meant well. He knew people were just trying to help him, but he was just having a hard time accepting their help. "Alright," Ty replied as he finally tossed the covers aside and got up out of bed. "I'll eat something quick if I have time. Right now though, I'd better get moving."
"Okay, I'll get out of your way," Carlos stated as he left Ty's room to go get dressed and make some breakfast before they left for the funeral.
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"Still don't know why you have to go to this," Fred narrowed his eyes as Faith came into the kitchen. She was wearing a simple black skirt with a matching jacket and carrying a pair of black heels. "It's not like you even knew her all that well."
"If you don't understand, there certainly isn't any way that I could explain it to you," Faith stated, glaring back at him. She couldn't believe how unreasonable he was being about everything. For a supposedly god-fearing man, he wasn't being very forgiving, especially when he was angry over some imaginary indiscretion. She was frankly becoming very tired of this...tired of him...
A knock sounded on the door and Faith quickly put on her shoes and went to answer it as Fred grumbled in the background. "Don't want to keep Bosco waiting, now do we?"
"Grow up, Fred," she retorted right before opening the door to reveal her partner who was wearing a black suit and tie. "Hey, Bos...you look nice. I just have to grab my purse and we can go." She hurried off to the bedroom, wanting to leave before Fred caused a scene.
"Aren't you going to invite pretty boy in?" Fred called as he came wandering towards the door from the kitchen. "Awww, Bos...you really do look pretty today."
"What the hell are you goin' on about, Fred?" Bosco asked, a disgusted look on his face. "We're goin' to a funeral...have a little respect."
"Respect? Oh that's rich coming from you, Boscorelli," Fred sneered.
"You're makin' an ass out of yourself, Fred," Faith said as she came back from the bedroom, carrying her purse. "Bos let's go."
"Oh by all means, don't let me keep you and Bosco from your little love tryst."
"Why you..." Bosco angrily started towards Fred, but Faith managed to come between them. "He's not worth it, Bos. Come on. We don't want to be late."
"Run away, Bosco, run away," Fred said, laughing. "I wouldn't want you to get blood all over that pretty little white shirt."
"Bos, let's go," Faith grasped Bosco's arm firmly and practically forced him out of the apartment, slamming the door behind them.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Bosco asked, shaking his head in disbelief as they walked down the hallway. "I knew you said he was mad, but...I sure as hell didn't expect that. He been drinkin'?"
Faith shook her head. "No...no, and that's the scary part. If he had been drinkin' I could understand him actin' this way, but he hasn't...this is just all him..."
"I'm sorry, Faith..." She sure as hell didn't need this right now. He'd tried to make allowances for Fred in the past, tried to justify some of his questionable actions, but he'd always known the guy was an ass. Faith was definitely too good for him. There was no question of that in Bosco's mind.
"Eh, it'll be okay," Faith replied with a shrug, not really wanting to discuss Fred anymore. This day was hard enough already without Fred adding to her tension.
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"I'll get it," Carlos called out as he heard a soft knock on the door to their apartment. He opened the door and stood aside so that Sully and Ty's mom could come in. "Hey, Sully. Hi, Mrs. Davis. Ty should be right out." He'd been taking an awful long time to get dressed. Carlos wasn't sure if Ty was just upset or if he was just going out of his way to avoid eating breakfast.
"Good morning, Carlos," Maggie said, offering a soft smile to her son's roommate.
"How's he doin?" Sully asked gruffly.
"You know..." Carlos shrugged his shoulders. "It's been rough."
"Yeah I know..."
"Hey, mom. Hey, Sully." Ty said as he came into the room.
Maggie quickly met him and pulled him into an embrace. "Ty...I've been so worried.
"I'm okay, mom. You don't have to worry." He leaned down to kiss her cheek and returned her hug. "I'm alright."
"I just...I'm so sorry this happened, baby." She was already fighting back tears as she reached up to lightly stroke his cheek.
"I know you are..." Ty dropped his eyes downward. He was trying as hard as he could to distance himself from what was going on today, hoping it would help him get through it without totally breaking down, but already he was finding it difficult.
"Your sisters are going to just meet us at the funeral home."
"Okay..."
"I'm double parked out there, so we better get going," Sully stated quietly, already noting the obvious distress in Ty's eyes. He just hoped things were going to get better after they got through today. The kid deserved a break.
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So far, the day was not going well at all. Before the service at the funeral home, Ty had approached Krista's mother, but it had been obvious that the woman had wanted nothing to do with him. She hadn't been rude, but her eyes were cold and her manner distant. Not wanting to cause her any more pain, he'd finally bowed his head and made his way back to his own family and friends, appreciating more than ever the support they were giving him.
The church service was even harder. Several members of Krista's family spoke about her and the stories they told caused Ty to break down several times. Faith became very caught up in the overflow of emotions and started imagining her own children and what they would have gone through if she had died that night along with Krista. Unconsciously, her hand found Bosco's and she gripped it tightly throughout the second half of the service.
Finally, mercifully, the church service came to its conclusion. Ty watched mournfully as Krista's casket was carried out of the church, followed by her grief-stricken family. At one point, Rose almost collapsed in tears and had to be supported as she made her way out of the church.
"How are you holding up?" Sully asked, looking at Ty with more than a little bit of concern, as they made their way back to Sully's car.
Ty shook his head slowly. "I don't know..." he admitted honestly. "I just...I still can't really believe that she's gone. I know it in my head, but..." He put his hand over his heart. "I guess I don't know it here..."
"It takes time," Sully said, patting Ty's shoulder as they walked. "It's going to take a lot of time. They got into the car and sat silently, waiting for the procession to begin to the cemetery. Ty stared out the window as the memories flooded through him. It was all so wrong. None of this ever should have happened. If anything, it should have happened to him. He wished to God it had...
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"Finally," Seth muttered as the funeral procession started on its way. He'd been waiting across the street in his car since the start of the funeral. He'd considered going in, but hadn't wanted to hear a bunch of sentimental slop. He didn't want to be distracted from his objective, even though it might have been worth it to see Davis' kid all broken up about his dearly departed girlfriend. In any case, the wait was over now. His heart was beating quickly and he felt almost giddy, his whole body filled with a sense of exhilaration over what was going to happen. He started up his car and followed along behind the procession. It took almost twenty minutes for them to arrive at the cemetery. Seth then broke away from the end of the procession and went in the opposite direction. He found a shaded vantage point with plenty of trees and he smiled at his fortune. Everything was falling into place perfectly, almost as if it was meant to be.
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Ty nibbled on his lower lip as they stood by the Krista's gravesite. His eyes were focused on the white casket as he tried not to think of the fact that shortly she would be lying under the ground in a never-ending sleep. He felt his mom's arm around him and he shed more tears as he listened to the minister's final prayer. He still couldn't believe it was over...that it had ended up this way...
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Seth sat in his car as he watched the mourners gathered around the gravesite. He couldn't see the images all that clearly, until he picked up the rifle lying on the seat beside him and looked through the scope. He actually laughed out loud as the figures seemed to jump towards him. He could recognize the officers who had been with Davis that night in the parking lot at the Chinese restaurant. They were all lined up beside him, just like neat little ducks all in a row. After taking a quick look around to make sure he was unobserved, he rolled down his car window and then looked through the scope of the rifle once again, slowly moving its focus over each of the officers, trying to make his decision.
There was the cop with the cocky look about him...the chubby cop who Seth had since learned was Davis' partner, the woman cop who'd barely escaped dying in the explosion, or Davis himself...he could put him out of his misery once and for all...
"Eenie, meenie, minie, moe." He squeezed the trigger and grinned with satisfaction as he hit his target and watched it fall.
"Mission accomplished," he stated as he threw the rifle back down on the car seat and quickly began to drive away.
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