Title: Punish the Children (10/?)
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: Didn't want to leave Bosco's fate up in the air for too long so I managed to get this done. As always, thank you for the feedback - it does wonders for my motivation and is much appreciated :)
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Dr. Mason looked back at the officers, a weary expression on his face. "We managed to repair the damage done by the bullet," he began slowly. "He lost a lot of blood and he's very weak, but barring any complications, I think he's going to pull through."
"Really?" Faith's expression was a blend of joy and relief as she heard that her partner was likely going to be okay. "Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much. Can I see him?"
"Not just yet," the doctor replied, shaking his head. "We're going to be transferring him to the ICU. After he's settled in there, I'll send someone out for you."
Faith nodded. "Okay, thank again."
"You're welcome." Dr. Mason smiled and turned to head back towards the Recovery Room.
"Oh, Sully...I was so scared." The composure she'd been fighting to hold onto crumbled and she found herself in Sully's arms, sobbing against his chest. There had been some close calls with Bosco in the past, but never as close as this.
"I know you were," Sully murmured as he held her. His eyes traveled to Ty who had obviously heard the doctor, though didn't look as relieved as Sully would have thought. Then again, he supposed too much had happened for his partner to be feeling particularly good about anything right now. After all, his girlfriend had been laid to rest today and then all of this had happened on top of it.
Faith finally drew back from Sully, a wan smile on her face. "Thanks," she said softly.
"Faith? How is he?" A grim-faced Lieutenant Swersky entered the waiting room.
"Hey, Lieu. It was touch and go for a while, but the doctor thinks he's going to be okay," Faith explained to their commander.
"Thank God." His gaze went to Davis who had yet to even acknowledge his arrival and then back to the two more senior officers. "Any idea what happened out there?"
Sully shook his head. "It happened really fast, Lieu. We didn't see a thing. There was just one gunshot and then pretty much a panic situation."
"Yeah, I can imagine..." Swersky glanced over at Davis once more and then lowered his voice. "How's he handling this?"
"Not well," Sully stated. "Not that you can blame him..."
"I want whoever's responsible for this," Swersky said. "We need to find a lead, something to go on. Sully, I want you and Davis at the precinct tomorrow morning. You can start going over your past collars, see if you can recall anyone who might have a grudge against him."
"What if its just a general grudge?" Faith asked. "Maybe its against the police and not Davis."
Swersky considered that before shaking his head slowly. "It is a possibility, but because Davis was off-duty when the explosion occurred, I'd say this definitely has something to do with him. They're trying to get to him by targeting those close to him."
"Yeah well it's working," Sully admitted as he looked over at his partner once more. Ty was hunched over in his chair, staring down at the floor. "What about his family, Lieu?"
"Already on it. I've got guards on his mom and his sisters. I don't want to take any chances here. Sully... I'm trusting you to stick with him. I know he won't like it, but..."
Sully nodded. "Not a problem."
"And Sully? You watch yourself as well...Based on what's been happening, you could be the next target..."
"I'll be careful, Lieu..."
"Good..." Swersky turned to Faith. "You tell Bosco we're all pulling for him."
Faith nodded. "You've got it."
Swersky sighed and headed over to where Ty was sitting. "Davis? How you holding up?" he asked, taking a seat beside the young officer.
Ty straightened up in his chair and looked back at the lieutenant. "I...I'm doing okay, sir," he replied, trying his best to sound convincing.
"I want you to know that I've assigned men to guard your mom and your sisters. I'm going to keep a guard posted outside Bosco's room as well, just in case." They had no way of really knowing how or when this person was going to strike again, but he wanted to cover as many bases as possible regarding precautionary measures.
"Thank you, sir," Ty nodded, with the slightest amount of relief on his face. "I appreciate that."
"Davis? You have any ideas of who this could be?" Swersky asked. "Anyone ever make any kind of threats against you?"
Ty shrugged. "Perps are always saying stuff, but no real major threats. I don't know...I never took any of it very seriously...just heat of the moment kinds of comments. I really have no idea who could be doing this..."
Swersky nodded. "I don't know if you heard me before, but I want you and Sully to be at the precinct tomorrow morning. Go over the books, old cases...maybe something will trigger some possibility of who could be doing this. And Davis? I want you and Sully to stick together... One or both of you could be the next target. I don't want to take any unnecessary risks."
Ty was about to protest, to say that he damn well didn't need a babysitter, but then he thought better of it. Right now, he couldn't have cared less about himself, but he didn't want anything to happen to his partner. When this son of a bitch tried something again, he wanted to be there. "I'll stick by Sully, sir," he replied solemnly.
"Good." Swersky nodded as he got to his feet. He then looked down at the young officer and gently patted his shoulder. "We're going to get whoever this is, Davis...We'll get him."
"I know we will, sir," Ty responded, watching as Swersky went to say his goodbyes to Sully and Faith and then went on his way. They had nothing to go on, absolutely nothing. He just hoped that whoever it was made some kind of a slip-up soon, gave them some kind of a clue to go on. He just didn't think he'd be able to go on like this for much longer...
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"Bosco?"
"Hey," Bosco opened his eyes and looked up at Faith groggily, managing a faint smile.
"Hey yourself..." Faith nervously gnawed on her lower lip as she gazed down at her partner. An IV was attached to his arm and monitors were tracking his vital signs. He was so pale. She'd never really seen him like this before. He looked so vulnerable. "How you doin'?"
"Guess I've been better," he admitted. "Doc seems to think I'll be okay though."
"Yeah, yeah you are goin' to be okay, Bos," Faith said comfortingly as she took his hand, absently stroking his knuckles with her thumb. "You're goin' to be fine."
He shifted carefully, wincing a little at the pain in his abdomen.
"Bos? You okay? You want me to get a doctor?" Faith asked, an alarmed look in her eyes.
"I'm alright," he said. "Guess the drugs are startin' to wear off a little bit. I don't..."
"You don't what?" Faith asked softly as he trailed off.
"I don't really remember much 'bout what happened... Was...was it just me? Did anyone else get hurt?"
Faith shook her head. "No, you were the only lucky one. No one else got shot..."
"Hmm..." He closed his eyes for a few moments, beginning to tire. "What about ma?" he asked, his eyes popping open again.
"She's on her way. I just talked to her before I came in here."
"She must be pretty worried," he said, a regretful look in his eyes. "I hate to upset her like this..."
"Bos...she's okay. You need to stop worryin' 'bout everyone else. You just need to concentrate on yourself right now, on getting' better."
"Any idea who did this?" he asked quietly.
"No...not yet," Faith shook her head.
"Somethin' to do with Davis?"
"We're not really sure," Faith began hesitantly, "but...yeah that's what we think."
"Damn..." He sighed heavily. His eyes were almost unbearably heavy, but he wasn't yet ready to give in. He had a pretty good idea what was going on in Davis' head right now and he knew it wasn't good. "Try not to let him blame himself, Faith...okay?"
"Bos, Davis is going to be fine." She squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Sully's keepin' tabs on him." She could see how exhausted he was, but he was still fighting against sleep. "You need to rest now, Bos..."
"You'll come back to see me?" he asked, gazing up at her, his eyes hopeful with a touch of fear mixed in as well.
"Bos, Of course I will. Do you even have to ask?" Unable to resist, she gently brushed his hair back off his forehead. "Anyhow, I'm not going anywhere yet." To illustrate her point she pulled up a chair and sat down at his bedside. "I'll be right here with you, at least till your mom gets here, okay? Now just close your eyes and get some sleep. The more rest you get, the sooner you'll get out of here and the sooner you can go home..."
"Okay..." Utterly worn out, Bosco's eyes closed and his breathing evened out in a steady rhythmical pattern. Faith just sat there, holding his hand, watching over him as he slept. She found that she herself was beginning to get drowsy and was startled when she heard someone calling her name. She looked towards the doorway and saw Richie Peterson, one of the officers on the day shift, standing outside Bosco's ICU cubicle.
"Hey Richie, how's it going?" she asked softly, not wanting to wake her partner.
"Okay. Just wanted to let you know Lieu has me stationed out here...just in case this creep tries anything else. How's he doing?"
"He's pretty wiped out, but...they think he's going to pull through."
"That's good news...I hope they catch the son of a bitch soon..."
"You and me both, Richie," Faith replied, with a heavy sigh as she turned her attention back to Bosco. "You and me both..."
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: Didn't want to leave Bosco's fate up in the air for too long so I managed to get this done. As always, thank you for the feedback - it does wonders for my motivation and is much appreciated :)
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Dr. Mason looked back at the officers, a weary expression on his face. "We managed to repair the damage done by the bullet," he began slowly. "He lost a lot of blood and he's very weak, but barring any complications, I think he's going to pull through."
"Really?" Faith's expression was a blend of joy and relief as she heard that her partner was likely going to be okay. "Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much. Can I see him?"
"Not just yet," the doctor replied, shaking his head. "We're going to be transferring him to the ICU. After he's settled in there, I'll send someone out for you."
Faith nodded. "Okay, thank again."
"You're welcome." Dr. Mason smiled and turned to head back towards the Recovery Room.
"Oh, Sully...I was so scared." The composure she'd been fighting to hold onto crumbled and she found herself in Sully's arms, sobbing against his chest. There had been some close calls with Bosco in the past, but never as close as this.
"I know you were," Sully murmured as he held her. His eyes traveled to Ty who had obviously heard the doctor, though didn't look as relieved as Sully would have thought. Then again, he supposed too much had happened for his partner to be feeling particularly good about anything right now. After all, his girlfriend had been laid to rest today and then all of this had happened on top of it.
Faith finally drew back from Sully, a wan smile on her face. "Thanks," she said softly.
"Faith? How is he?" A grim-faced Lieutenant Swersky entered the waiting room.
"Hey, Lieu. It was touch and go for a while, but the doctor thinks he's going to be okay," Faith explained to their commander.
"Thank God." His gaze went to Davis who had yet to even acknowledge his arrival and then back to the two more senior officers. "Any idea what happened out there?"
Sully shook his head. "It happened really fast, Lieu. We didn't see a thing. There was just one gunshot and then pretty much a panic situation."
"Yeah, I can imagine..." Swersky glanced over at Davis once more and then lowered his voice. "How's he handling this?"
"Not well," Sully stated. "Not that you can blame him..."
"I want whoever's responsible for this," Swersky said. "We need to find a lead, something to go on. Sully, I want you and Davis at the precinct tomorrow morning. You can start going over your past collars, see if you can recall anyone who might have a grudge against him."
"What if its just a general grudge?" Faith asked. "Maybe its against the police and not Davis."
Swersky considered that before shaking his head slowly. "It is a possibility, but because Davis was off-duty when the explosion occurred, I'd say this definitely has something to do with him. They're trying to get to him by targeting those close to him."
"Yeah well it's working," Sully admitted as he looked over at his partner once more. Ty was hunched over in his chair, staring down at the floor. "What about his family, Lieu?"
"Already on it. I've got guards on his mom and his sisters. I don't want to take any chances here. Sully... I'm trusting you to stick with him. I know he won't like it, but..."
Sully nodded. "Not a problem."
"And Sully? You watch yourself as well...Based on what's been happening, you could be the next target..."
"I'll be careful, Lieu..."
"Good..." Swersky turned to Faith. "You tell Bosco we're all pulling for him."
Faith nodded. "You've got it."
Swersky sighed and headed over to where Ty was sitting. "Davis? How you holding up?" he asked, taking a seat beside the young officer.
Ty straightened up in his chair and looked back at the lieutenant. "I...I'm doing okay, sir," he replied, trying his best to sound convincing.
"I want you to know that I've assigned men to guard your mom and your sisters. I'm going to keep a guard posted outside Bosco's room as well, just in case." They had no way of really knowing how or when this person was going to strike again, but he wanted to cover as many bases as possible regarding precautionary measures.
"Thank you, sir," Ty nodded, with the slightest amount of relief on his face. "I appreciate that."
"Davis? You have any ideas of who this could be?" Swersky asked. "Anyone ever make any kind of threats against you?"
Ty shrugged. "Perps are always saying stuff, but no real major threats. I don't know...I never took any of it very seriously...just heat of the moment kinds of comments. I really have no idea who could be doing this..."
Swersky nodded. "I don't know if you heard me before, but I want you and Sully to be at the precinct tomorrow morning. Go over the books, old cases...maybe something will trigger some possibility of who could be doing this. And Davis? I want you and Sully to stick together... One or both of you could be the next target. I don't want to take any unnecessary risks."
Ty was about to protest, to say that he damn well didn't need a babysitter, but then he thought better of it. Right now, he couldn't have cared less about himself, but he didn't want anything to happen to his partner. When this son of a bitch tried something again, he wanted to be there. "I'll stick by Sully, sir," he replied solemnly.
"Good." Swersky nodded as he got to his feet. He then looked down at the young officer and gently patted his shoulder. "We're going to get whoever this is, Davis...We'll get him."
"I know we will, sir," Ty responded, watching as Swersky went to say his goodbyes to Sully and Faith and then went on his way. They had nothing to go on, absolutely nothing. He just hoped that whoever it was made some kind of a slip-up soon, gave them some kind of a clue to go on. He just didn't think he'd be able to go on like this for much longer...
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"Bosco?"
"Hey," Bosco opened his eyes and looked up at Faith groggily, managing a faint smile.
"Hey yourself..." Faith nervously gnawed on her lower lip as she gazed down at her partner. An IV was attached to his arm and monitors were tracking his vital signs. He was so pale. She'd never really seen him like this before. He looked so vulnerable. "How you doin'?"
"Guess I've been better," he admitted. "Doc seems to think I'll be okay though."
"Yeah, yeah you are goin' to be okay, Bos," Faith said comfortingly as she took his hand, absently stroking his knuckles with her thumb. "You're goin' to be fine."
He shifted carefully, wincing a little at the pain in his abdomen.
"Bos? You okay? You want me to get a doctor?" Faith asked, an alarmed look in her eyes.
"I'm alright," he said. "Guess the drugs are startin' to wear off a little bit. I don't..."
"You don't what?" Faith asked softly as he trailed off.
"I don't really remember much 'bout what happened... Was...was it just me? Did anyone else get hurt?"
Faith shook her head. "No, you were the only lucky one. No one else got shot..."
"Hmm..." He closed his eyes for a few moments, beginning to tire. "What about ma?" he asked, his eyes popping open again.
"She's on her way. I just talked to her before I came in here."
"She must be pretty worried," he said, a regretful look in his eyes. "I hate to upset her like this..."
"Bos...she's okay. You need to stop worryin' 'bout everyone else. You just need to concentrate on yourself right now, on getting' better."
"Any idea who did this?" he asked quietly.
"No...not yet," Faith shook her head.
"Somethin' to do with Davis?"
"We're not really sure," Faith began hesitantly, "but...yeah that's what we think."
"Damn..." He sighed heavily. His eyes were almost unbearably heavy, but he wasn't yet ready to give in. He had a pretty good idea what was going on in Davis' head right now and he knew it wasn't good. "Try not to let him blame himself, Faith...okay?"
"Bos, Davis is going to be fine." She squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Sully's keepin' tabs on him." She could see how exhausted he was, but he was still fighting against sleep. "You need to rest now, Bos..."
"You'll come back to see me?" he asked, gazing up at her, his eyes hopeful with a touch of fear mixed in as well.
"Bos, Of course I will. Do you even have to ask?" Unable to resist, she gently brushed his hair back off his forehead. "Anyhow, I'm not going anywhere yet." To illustrate her point she pulled up a chair and sat down at his bedside. "I'll be right here with you, at least till your mom gets here, okay? Now just close your eyes and get some sleep. The more rest you get, the sooner you'll get out of here and the sooner you can go home..."
"Okay..." Utterly worn out, Bosco's eyes closed and his breathing evened out in a steady rhythmical pattern. Faith just sat there, holding his hand, watching over him as he slept. She found that she herself was beginning to get drowsy and was startled when she heard someone calling her name. She looked towards the doorway and saw Richie Peterson, one of the officers on the day shift, standing outside Bosco's ICU cubicle.
"Hey Richie, how's it going?" she asked softly, not wanting to wake her partner.
"Okay. Just wanted to let you know Lieu has me stationed out here...just in case this creep tries anything else. How's he doing?"
"He's pretty wiped out, but...they think he's going to pull through."
"That's good news...I hope they catch the son of a bitch soon..."
"You and me both, Richie," Faith replied, with a heavy sigh as she turned her attention back to Bosco. "You and me both..."