Title: Punish the Children (11/?)
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: No cliffhanger here ;) I guess this is basically a transitional chapter. As always, thanks so much for your feedback and comments. I appreciate it so much :)
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Seth stood by his kitchen stove, absently stirring a pan of canned spaghetti as it warmed. His eyes were glued to the 13-inch black and white television set on the countertop. He'd actually picked it up out of someone's garbage a few weeks back. It had been in perfect working condition except that it had needed a new antenna, which he had picked up cheap at a discount store. His excitement over being the lead story on the evening news was marred when he learned that Officer Boscorelli had survived the shooting. Damn...he'd been so certain one shot would be enough. He supposed he should have aimed at his head, splattered his brains all over the place, but he hadn't wanted to risk missing him altogether. The spaghetti fully heated, he took the pan off the stovetop and poured the orangy pasta mixture into a bowl. He then carefully carried it out into the living room where his larger television set was already on. He had three televisions, one in each room. He liked to have them on, especially late at night. The familiar shows and on-air personalities made him feel not so alone. He flicked the remote control, searching for another newscast that was broadcasting the story. He wondered how young Officer Davis was feeling this evening...probably not so hot. Well...he'd be feeling even worse when he got through with him...that was certain...
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"You're home awfully late..." Fred stated coldly as Faith came in the door. He was sitting on the couch in the living room, a t.v. dinner in his lap as he watched the news.
"I stayed with Bosco until his mother came." Faith kicked off her shoes tiredly as she glanced over at Fred. God...she was in no mood for his crap after the day she'd just had.
"How is he?"
"He's in the ICU, but hopefully he's going to be okay. The doctor seemed encouraging anyway."
Fred chuckled. "Hopefully. Wouldn't want anything to happen to good old Bos."
Faith stared down at him, trying to fight the anger that was beginning to boil over within her. "It isn't funny, Fred. Bosco could have been killed today."
"Whatever," he said carelessly as he began scanning through the channels with the remote control, finally settling on a ball game.
She was about to say more, but decided it wasn't worth it. She knew he was trying to goad her into a fight, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. "Where are the kids?" she asked as she padded towards the kitchen in search of something to eat. She wasn't really hungry, but she hadn't eaten all day and she knew she needed at least a little something in her stomach. She opened the refrigerator and began to rummage through it, searching for something that didn't look too unappetizing. Finally she pulled out some cold leftover chicken from the night before and began to make a sandwich.
"Emily is at Michelle's studying for a test. Charlie went to Brian's brother's basketball game."
She was a little relieved that the kids weren't home. She didn't really feel like dealing with their questions about Bosco just yet. She'd hardly had time to sort it through her own mind.
"Hey, hon? Want to grab me a can of Pepsi while you're in there?" Fred called.
One minute he was acting like a prick and now he was calling her hon? Faith sighed wearily as she took two cans of Pepsi from the refrigerator and carried them and the sandwich back to the living room. Fighting the urge to bounce the soda can off his head, she handed it to her husband and sat down on the couch beside him, deliberately keeping some distance between them. "God I'm bushed...it was a really rough day..."
"You should have just come home then...didn't have to spend the day babysittin' Bosco, did ya? I thought they had nurses for that kinda thing. I'm sure they would have been more than happy to cater to Bosco's every desire."
I wasn't babysittin' him. Why do you have to be such an ass? He almost died, Fred. He could have died. Hell, any of us could have died today...Sully or Davis or me! And I have to come home here after goin' through hell today and listen to your goddamn petty bullshit?" She stood up angrily and flung the sandwich at him, getting some tiny glimmer of satisfaction as it fell apart in his lap. "Go to hell, Fred." Her eyes brimming with tears, she headed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her before she collapsed sobbing onto the bed.
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"Faith?" Bosco awoke with a start and glanced wildly around for his partner. It took him a few moments for him to realize that he was in the hospital and what had happened all came back to him. His mom was dozing in the chair by his bedside. He sighed to himself, glad that he hadn't woken her. She was so worried. He knew that his getting shot was a constant fear of hers, but one would have never have expected it to happen when he was off-duty, at a cemetery of all places. Davis had stopped in to see him earlier and the guy was barely hanging on by a thread. The look he'd given him had been one of sheer terror, like he was afraid he was just going to off and die right in front of him. Bosco had tried to reassure him, but he didn't think it had really helped. Until they actually caught whoever was doing these things, he doubted that anything was going to make Davis feel better. He sighed in frustration, knowing that he wasn't going to be much use to anyone for a while. Being stuck in the hospital was awful in the best of circumstances, but with something like this going on, it was even worse. He wanted to be out there on the streets with his fellow officers, out looking for the skell who was doing this stuff. He gingerly tried to shift his position and groaned softly. The discomfort in his abdomen was starting to worsen again. He reached for the call button for a nurse, wanting to get something for the pain before it became really intolerable.
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"Headache?" Sully asked as he glanced at Ty who was hunched against the car door, rubbing his temples.
"Yeah..."
"Well, we're almost back to your place. You can get some rest and something in your stomach. That should help."
Sully was doing that father thing again, but Ty just nodded, too weary and too dismayed by what had taken place that day to even think of protesting. He'd looked in at Bosco briefly before he and Sully had left the hospital. He'd just needed to see for himself that he was doing okay...as if anyone who had just gotten shot in the stomach could really be doing okay. Bosco was holding his own though and God willing he was going to get through this.
"Ty? We're here."
"Oh..." Sully's voice drew Ty out of his thoughts and he realized that they were parked out in front of his building. "Okay..." He and Sully got out of the car and began trudging towards the building. Ty was silent as they walked and inwardly glad that Sully didn't attempt to draw him into conversation. He wasn't in the mood to hear 'everything's going to be alright' or 'we're going to get this guy.' None of those things helped at all and anyhow, they were just empty words...No one really knew what was going to happen...there was just no way to know for certain.
A few minutes later they were in the apartment. Carlos was watching television in the living room when they arrived. "Hey...how are you doing? How's Bosco?"
"Bosco's doing alright," Ty replied quietly. "I'm going to go take some aspirin. Sully, sit down. Make yourself at home. I'll be right back."
Sully nodded then plopped himself down in a chair across from where Carlos was sitting.
"Is he alright?" Carlos asked after Ty was out of earshot.
Sully shook his head wearily. "No...no he's not alright. I don't think anyone is really alright with all this stuff that's going on." And it just seemed to be getting worse. This guy had managed to hit twice so far and they had not a clue as to who it was.
Carlos nodded. "Whoever's doing this is sure some kind of freak."
"I just hope he slips up soon...It's frustrating as hell that he's giving us nothing at all to go on."
"You'll get him though, right?"
Sully shrugged then nodded. "Sure...we'll get him, provided we get some kind of clue as to who he is...why he's doing this..." He didn't want to think that they could only catch this guy after he had done more damage. It was really unsettling to be sitting back and waiting for whatever the next atrocity was going to be.
In the meantime, Ty had gone into the bathroom and had taken the bottle of aspirin out of the medicine cabinet. As he held the bottle in his hand, for a split second, he wondered what kinds of thoughts had been going through Kim's mind the night she had overdosed on drugs and alcohol. Thinking about it, he could actually see how someone could do such a thing. If the pain you were feeling was bad enough...if you just really needed to forget... to escape from unbearable thoughts and feelings...
"Man, what are you doing?" he whispered, staring at his reflection in the mirror. For a second, he didn't even recognize himself...the look in his eyes, so fearful and lost. This wasn't him... He was really starting to get fucked up. It scared him that he was even having these kinds of thoughts. He quickly opened the bottle, shook two tablets into his hand and slammed the medicine cabinet shut. He then poured a little bit of water into a paper cup and gulped the pills down. After splashing a bit of cool water over his hot cheeks, he took a deep breath and headed back out to join his friends in the living room. Maybe if he pretended things were going to be okay, he'd eventually believe it...
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: No cliffhanger here ;) I guess this is basically a transitional chapter. As always, thanks so much for your feedback and comments. I appreciate it so much :)
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Seth stood by his kitchen stove, absently stirring a pan of canned spaghetti as it warmed. His eyes were glued to the 13-inch black and white television set on the countertop. He'd actually picked it up out of someone's garbage a few weeks back. It had been in perfect working condition except that it had needed a new antenna, which he had picked up cheap at a discount store. His excitement over being the lead story on the evening news was marred when he learned that Officer Boscorelli had survived the shooting. Damn...he'd been so certain one shot would be enough. He supposed he should have aimed at his head, splattered his brains all over the place, but he hadn't wanted to risk missing him altogether. The spaghetti fully heated, he took the pan off the stovetop and poured the orangy pasta mixture into a bowl. He then carefully carried it out into the living room where his larger television set was already on. He had three televisions, one in each room. He liked to have them on, especially late at night. The familiar shows and on-air personalities made him feel not so alone. He flicked the remote control, searching for another newscast that was broadcasting the story. He wondered how young Officer Davis was feeling this evening...probably not so hot. Well...he'd be feeling even worse when he got through with him...that was certain...
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"You're home awfully late..." Fred stated coldly as Faith came in the door. He was sitting on the couch in the living room, a t.v. dinner in his lap as he watched the news.
"I stayed with Bosco until his mother came." Faith kicked off her shoes tiredly as she glanced over at Fred. God...she was in no mood for his crap after the day she'd just had.
"How is he?"
"He's in the ICU, but hopefully he's going to be okay. The doctor seemed encouraging anyway."
Fred chuckled. "Hopefully. Wouldn't want anything to happen to good old Bos."
Faith stared down at him, trying to fight the anger that was beginning to boil over within her. "It isn't funny, Fred. Bosco could have been killed today."
"Whatever," he said carelessly as he began scanning through the channels with the remote control, finally settling on a ball game.
She was about to say more, but decided it wasn't worth it. She knew he was trying to goad her into a fight, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. "Where are the kids?" she asked as she padded towards the kitchen in search of something to eat. She wasn't really hungry, but she hadn't eaten all day and she knew she needed at least a little something in her stomach. She opened the refrigerator and began to rummage through it, searching for something that didn't look too unappetizing. Finally she pulled out some cold leftover chicken from the night before and began to make a sandwich.
"Emily is at Michelle's studying for a test. Charlie went to Brian's brother's basketball game."
She was a little relieved that the kids weren't home. She didn't really feel like dealing with their questions about Bosco just yet. She'd hardly had time to sort it through her own mind.
"Hey, hon? Want to grab me a can of Pepsi while you're in there?" Fred called.
One minute he was acting like a prick and now he was calling her hon? Faith sighed wearily as she took two cans of Pepsi from the refrigerator and carried them and the sandwich back to the living room. Fighting the urge to bounce the soda can off his head, she handed it to her husband and sat down on the couch beside him, deliberately keeping some distance between them. "God I'm bushed...it was a really rough day..."
"You should have just come home then...didn't have to spend the day babysittin' Bosco, did ya? I thought they had nurses for that kinda thing. I'm sure they would have been more than happy to cater to Bosco's every desire."
I wasn't babysittin' him. Why do you have to be such an ass? He almost died, Fred. He could have died. Hell, any of us could have died today...Sully or Davis or me! And I have to come home here after goin' through hell today and listen to your goddamn petty bullshit?" She stood up angrily and flung the sandwich at him, getting some tiny glimmer of satisfaction as it fell apart in his lap. "Go to hell, Fred." Her eyes brimming with tears, she headed into the bedroom and slammed the door behind her before she collapsed sobbing onto the bed.
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"Faith?" Bosco awoke with a start and glanced wildly around for his partner. It took him a few moments for him to realize that he was in the hospital and what had happened all came back to him. His mom was dozing in the chair by his bedside. He sighed to himself, glad that he hadn't woken her. She was so worried. He knew that his getting shot was a constant fear of hers, but one would have never have expected it to happen when he was off-duty, at a cemetery of all places. Davis had stopped in to see him earlier and the guy was barely hanging on by a thread. The look he'd given him had been one of sheer terror, like he was afraid he was just going to off and die right in front of him. Bosco had tried to reassure him, but he didn't think it had really helped. Until they actually caught whoever was doing these things, he doubted that anything was going to make Davis feel better. He sighed in frustration, knowing that he wasn't going to be much use to anyone for a while. Being stuck in the hospital was awful in the best of circumstances, but with something like this going on, it was even worse. He wanted to be out there on the streets with his fellow officers, out looking for the skell who was doing this stuff. He gingerly tried to shift his position and groaned softly. The discomfort in his abdomen was starting to worsen again. He reached for the call button for a nurse, wanting to get something for the pain before it became really intolerable.
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"Headache?" Sully asked as he glanced at Ty who was hunched against the car door, rubbing his temples.
"Yeah..."
"Well, we're almost back to your place. You can get some rest and something in your stomach. That should help."
Sully was doing that father thing again, but Ty just nodded, too weary and too dismayed by what had taken place that day to even think of protesting. He'd looked in at Bosco briefly before he and Sully had left the hospital. He'd just needed to see for himself that he was doing okay...as if anyone who had just gotten shot in the stomach could really be doing okay. Bosco was holding his own though and God willing he was going to get through this.
"Ty? We're here."
"Oh..." Sully's voice drew Ty out of his thoughts and he realized that they were parked out in front of his building. "Okay..." He and Sully got out of the car and began trudging towards the building. Ty was silent as they walked and inwardly glad that Sully didn't attempt to draw him into conversation. He wasn't in the mood to hear 'everything's going to be alright' or 'we're going to get this guy.' None of those things helped at all and anyhow, they were just empty words...No one really knew what was going to happen...there was just no way to know for certain.
A few minutes later they were in the apartment. Carlos was watching television in the living room when they arrived. "Hey...how are you doing? How's Bosco?"
"Bosco's doing alright," Ty replied quietly. "I'm going to go take some aspirin. Sully, sit down. Make yourself at home. I'll be right back."
Sully nodded then plopped himself down in a chair across from where Carlos was sitting.
"Is he alright?" Carlos asked after Ty was out of earshot.
Sully shook his head wearily. "No...no he's not alright. I don't think anyone is really alright with all this stuff that's going on." And it just seemed to be getting worse. This guy had managed to hit twice so far and they had not a clue as to who it was.
Carlos nodded. "Whoever's doing this is sure some kind of freak."
"I just hope he slips up soon...It's frustrating as hell that he's giving us nothing at all to go on."
"You'll get him though, right?"
Sully shrugged then nodded. "Sure...we'll get him, provided we get some kind of clue as to who he is...why he's doing this..." He didn't want to think that they could only catch this guy after he had done more damage. It was really unsettling to be sitting back and waiting for whatever the next atrocity was going to be.
In the meantime, Ty had gone into the bathroom and had taken the bottle of aspirin out of the medicine cabinet. As he held the bottle in his hand, for a split second, he wondered what kinds of thoughts had been going through Kim's mind the night she had overdosed on drugs and alcohol. Thinking about it, he could actually see how someone could do such a thing. If the pain you were feeling was bad enough...if you just really needed to forget... to escape from unbearable thoughts and feelings...
"Man, what are you doing?" he whispered, staring at his reflection in the mirror. For a second, he didn't even recognize himself...the look in his eyes, so fearful and lost. This wasn't him... He was really starting to get fucked up. It scared him that he was even having these kinds of thoughts. He quickly opened the bottle, shook two tablets into his hand and slammed the medicine cabinet shut. He then poured a little bit of water into a paper cup and gulped the pills down. After splashing a bit of cool water over his hot cheeks, he took a deep breath and headed back out to join his friends in the living room. Maybe if he pretended things were going to be okay, he'd eventually believe it...