Title: Punish the Children (12/?)
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, I really appreciate your comments :) Hope you're continuing to like this.
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A malicious-sounding laughter echoed loudly through the room as Ty slowly moved through the darkness. He couldn't see a thing, not even shadows. There was no light at all. "Who are you?" he called out, feeling his heart pound inside his chest. "Why are you doing this?"
There was no response, just the sound of even more laughter.
"Why are you doing this?" Ty repeated, fear apparent in his voice as he strained his eyes to see something...anything at all in the piercing darkness.
"I'm doing this because I can," the booming voice responded. "One by one, I'm going to kill everyone you care about, one by one they're all going to die...slowly and painfully...
"NO!" Ty shouted. "I won't let you! You can't. I'll stop you. I will!"
There was no response...just more evil-sounding laughter, which chilled him to his very core.
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"Ty...Ty wake up. Come on, you're just dreaming..." Ty opened his eyes and looked up in confusion at Sully for a few moments before he slowly sat up in bed.
"You were having another nightmare." Sully's voice was quiet, his eyes concerned as he gazed down at the shaken young man. "You remember what happened?"
"It was...it was him," Ty said hesitantly as he struggled to remember the dream. "I could hear his voice, but I couldn't see him...I couldn't see anything...I'm sorry I woke you. I didn't wake up Carlos too, did I?"
"Don't worry. You didn't wake me," Sully said. "I was watching some old movie on t.v. I don't think you woke Carlos either."
"That's good..." Ty glanced over at the clock on his bedside table and saw that it was after 3. "You were watching a movie?" he asked. "Can't you sleep? I told you I'd take the couch, Sully. You should have let me."
"It's not the couch, Ty. I just wasn't tired that's all." Truthfully, his mind had just been working and working, trying to come up with some idea of who the hell could be doing this and why. He hadn't come up with anything yet, but was bound and determined to do so. He hated all that was happening, Krista dead, Bosco shot and and Ty in so much pain. They needed to get this bastard and put him in prison where he belonged.
Ty looked back at his partner, still not sure if he believed him, but deciding to just accept his words at face value. "I hate not being able to sleep," he said, almost to himself.
"I know it's tough," Sully gave his partner a sympathetic look. "It'll get better though..."
"Whatever..." Ty shrugged. Part of him wanted to talk, to unload all of what he was feeling inside, but the other, larger part of him needed to keep it in. He couldn't let anyone know how his thoughts of Krista were haunting him. Sometimes he'd awaken and for a few blessed moments he'd think that she was still alive, but then he'd remember and the whole torture would begin all over again. "I...I need to go take a walk or something," he said, as he started to get out of bed.
"Ty..." Sully grabbed his partner's arm. "You're not going out in the middle of the night, at least not by yourself."
"Why not?" Ty asked angrily, glaring at Sully. "You think he's going to try something? Haven't you noticed that I'm not the one getting hurt here?"
Sully shook his head. "Ty...what about the explosives? They were in -your- car. There was no way this freak could have known you wouldn't be driving it."
"Yeah well I wish I had been driving it."
"Do we have to do this again?" Sully brushed his hand back through his hair in frustration. He was really overtired and not at all in the mood to listen to his partner's death wish. "You need to start thinking about someone other than yourself."
"What? You think I'm thinking about myself?" Ty gave his partner a stricken look. "I'm not thinking of myself. I'm thinking of Krista, Krista's mom, Bosco, Bosco's mom, Faith... Don't tell me I'm thinking of myself."
"I'm not trying to hurt you, Ty," Sully said, lightly rubbing his partner's shoulder. "But you've got to get your head on straight. You talk about Krista's mom and Bosco's mom...what about yours? How do you think Maggie would feel if something happened to you...especially after what happened to your dad?"
"I guess she'd feel pretty bad." Ty pulled away from Sully and lay back down on the bed, rolling onto his side. He knew that was an understatement, that if anything happened to him, it would most likely shatter his mother's heart into a million pieces. He was fighting tears, but determined not to break down in front of Sully again. "I'm going to try to sleep now," he said haltingly, inwardly willing Sully to leave the room.
Sully stared at Ty's back for a few long moments before standing up. He didn't like burdening his partner with even more guilt, but he'd needed to drive the point across. He wished he had some magic wand that he could wave over Ty to take away his pain, but he just didn't. "You know where I am if you need me," he said softly as he headed back out to the living room, hoping that Ty would be able to get some peaceful rest this time.
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Bosco opened his eyes and saw that his mother was still there at his bedside. She was holding his hand, watching him and her eyes seemed to light up when he awoke.
"Hey ma," he said, his voice still hoarse from sleep. "How ya doin'?"
"I think that's the question I should be asking you, Maurice." She lightly brushed his hair off his forehead and leaned down to kiss his cheek. "You had a rough night, didn't you? Are you in much pain now?"
"I'm feelin' better," he said truthfully. He felt bad that his mother had been there during the night. He'd been running a fever, unable to sleep and in a considerable amount of pain. He hated that she had seen him like that. "You should have just gone home, ma."
"Don't you be worrying yourself about me. You're my son. I wanted to be with you."
"Thanks..." He gave her a faint smile then looked at her questioningly. "Ma? Faith hasn't been here yet, has she?"
She shook her head and immediately caught the disheartened expression on her son's face. "It's very early, Maurice," she said softly. "I'm sure she'll be here. Give her time."
"Yeah...I know you're right..." He glanced over towards the doorway, but the only officer in sight was the one who had been assigned to guard him. "She'll be here..."
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The early morning sunlight, streaming in through the windows, awoke Faith from her dreams. The memories from the previous night came back to her immediately as she realized that she was still wearing the now thoroughly rumpled skirt and jacket from the day before. She'd finally cried herself into an exhausted sleep and obviously Fred had never come into the bedroom. Her thoughts went to Bosco and she forced herself to sit up and reach for the phone on the nightstand. A quick call to the hospital informed her that he was still stable and she breathed a sigh of relief that he'd gotten through the night. She couldn't help but worry about him. Even though the doctor had reassured her, she knew that complications could still arise. She slowly got up from her bed and made her way out of the bedroom, relieved to see that Fred was nowhere in sight. He must have gone off somewhere after he'd taken the kids to school. She honestly didn't care where he had gone. All she knew was she didn't have the strength for another confrontation with him right now. She headed to the bathroom and quickly showered and dressed. A short while later, she left the apartment to head to the hospital to visit her partner.
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Rebecca Waters took stood outside her son's apartment as she fumbled through her purse for the key to his door. She knew Seth didn't really like it when she came over this way, but the boy was a horrible slob. Always throwing clothes everywhere, unwashed dishes in the sink. She made it a point to come by at least every couple of weeks or so to straighten things up. She was sure that somewhere deep inside he appreciated it, even if he pretended not to. After all, she was his mother and that was what mothers were for.
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"Good morning," Ty said quietly as he walked into the kitchen after his shower.
"Hey," Sully said, looking up from the morning paper. "I went out and got some coffee and bagels. You and Carlos can help yourselves."
"Thanks. Carlos probably won't be up for a while," Ty said as he took a seat at the kitchen table and reached for a coffee cup.
"You manage to get any sleep?"
"Some," Ty replied with a slight frown. "Sully...I'm sorry about last night. I just..."
"Don't." Sully shook his head. "You don't have to apologize to me, Ty. I understand."
"I know you do," Ty nodded, staring down at the table. "I know I haven't shown it, but...I appreciate what you're doing for me..."
"Partners, remember? I'll always be there for you Ty...same way you're there for me... Sully smiled at Ty as his voice became gruffer. "Now come on, let's eat so we can get to the precinct...see if we can get a lead on this son of a bitch..."
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Carlos yawned and couldn't help feeling a little bit of relief as he heard the door to their apartment close. He hadn't been getting much sleep since Krista's death and last night had been no exception due to Ty's nightmare. His heart went out to his roommate, but he wasn't going to be able to function very well if he didn't start sleeping more. Now at least he would be able to get some much-needed rest. Burying his head into his pillows, he allowed his eyes to shut and within minutes he was in a deep sleep.
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Seth smiled to himself as he watched Davis and Sullivan leave the building. It was actually a much shorter wait than he had anticipated. He had thought he'd have to wait a lot longer before they left. For a moment he contemplated changing his plans. It would be so easy to bring down Sullivan right then and there, shoot him dead right in front of his partner, but it wasn't time. Not now...not yet...
He smirked as he looked down at the plastic bottles of gasoline and old rags in the box on the floor of his car. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror as he put the white cap on his head, then nodded in satisfaction. He just looked like any run of the mill maintenance worker. No one would suspect a thing...
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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.
Notes: As always, I really appreciate your comments :) Hope you're continuing to like this.
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A malicious-sounding laughter echoed loudly through the room as Ty slowly moved through the darkness. He couldn't see a thing, not even shadows. There was no light at all. "Who are you?" he called out, feeling his heart pound inside his chest. "Why are you doing this?"
There was no response, just the sound of even more laughter.
"Why are you doing this?" Ty repeated, fear apparent in his voice as he strained his eyes to see something...anything at all in the piercing darkness.
"I'm doing this because I can," the booming voice responded. "One by one, I'm going to kill everyone you care about, one by one they're all going to die...slowly and painfully...
"NO!" Ty shouted. "I won't let you! You can't. I'll stop you. I will!"
There was no response...just more evil-sounding laughter, which chilled him to his very core.
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"Ty...Ty wake up. Come on, you're just dreaming..." Ty opened his eyes and looked up in confusion at Sully for a few moments before he slowly sat up in bed.
"You were having another nightmare." Sully's voice was quiet, his eyes concerned as he gazed down at the shaken young man. "You remember what happened?"
"It was...it was him," Ty said hesitantly as he struggled to remember the dream. "I could hear his voice, but I couldn't see him...I couldn't see anything...I'm sorry I woke you. I didn't wake up Carlos too, did I?"
"Don't worry. You didn't wake me," Sully said. "I was watching some old movie on t.v. I don't think you woke Carlos either."
"That's good..." Ty glanced over at the clock on his bedside table and saw that it was after 3. "You were watching a movie?" he asked. "Can't you sleep? I told you I'd take the couch, Sully. You should have let me."
"It's not the couch, Ty. I just wasn't tired that's all." Truthfully, his mind had just been working and working, trying to come up with some idea of who the hell could be doing this and why. He hadn't come up with anything yet, but was bound and determined to do so. He hated all that was happening, Krista dead, Bosco shot and and Ty in so much pain. They needed to get this bastard and put him in prison where he belonged.
Ty looked back at his partner, still not sure if he believed him, but deciding to just accept his words at face value. "I hate not being able to sleep," he said, almost to himself.
"I know it's tough," Sully gave his partner a sympathetic look. "It'll get better though..."
"Whatever..." Ty shrugged. Part of him wanted to talk, to unload all of what he was feeling inside, but the other, larger part of him needed to keep it in. He couldn't let anyone know how his thoughts of Krista were haunting him. Sometimes he'd awaken and for a few blessed moments he'd think that she was still alive, but then he'd remember and the whole torture would begin all over again. "I...I need to go take a walk or something," he said, as he started to get out of bed.
"Ty..." Sully grabbed his partner's arm. "You're not going out in the middle of the night, at least not by yourself."
"Why not?" Ty asked angrily, glaring at Sully. "You think he's going to try something? Haven't you noticed that I'm not the one getting hurt here?"
Sully shook his head. "Ty...what about the explosives? They were in -your- car. There was no way this freak could have known you wouldn't be driving it."
"Yeah well I wish I had been driving it."
"Do we have to do this again?" Sully brushed his hand back through his hair in frustration. He was really overtired and not at all in the mood to listen to his partner's death wish. "You need to start thinking about someone other than yourself."
"What? You think I'm thinking about myself?" Ty gave his partner a stricken look. "I'm not thinking of myself. I'm thinking of Krista, Krista's mom, Bosco, Bosco's mom, Faith... Don't tell me I'm thinking of myself."
"I'm not trying to hurt you, Ty," Sully said, lightly rubbing his partner's shoulder. "But you've got to get your head on straight. You talk about Krista's mom and Bosco's mom...what about yours? How do you think Maggie would feel if something happened to you...especially after what happened to your dad?"
"I guess she'd feel pretty bad." Ty pulled away from Sully and lay back down on the bed, rolling onto his side. He knew that was an understatement, that if anything happened to him, it would most likely shatter his mother's heart into a million pieces. He was fighting tears, but determined not to break down in front of Sully again. "I'm going to try to sleep now," he said haltingly, inwardly willing Sully to leave the room.
Sully stared at Ty's back for a few long moments before standing up. He didn't like burdening his partner with even more guilt, but he'd needed to drive the point across. He wished he had some magic wand that he could wave over Ty to take away his pain, but he just didn't. "You know where I am if you need me," he said softly as he headed back out to the living room, hoping that Ty would be able to get some peaceful rest this time.
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Bosco opened his eyes and saw that his mother was still there at his bedside. She was holding his hand, watching him and her eyes seemed to light up when he awoke.
"Hey ma," he said, his voice still hoarse from sleep. "How ya doin'?"
"I think that's the question I should be asking you, Maurice." She lightly brushed his hair off his forehead and leaned down to kiss his cheek. "You had a rough night, didn't you? Are you in much pain now?"
"I'm feelin' better," he said truthfully. He felt bad that his mother had been there during the night. He'd been running a fever, unable to sleep and in a considerable amount of pain. He hated that she had seen him like that. "You should have just gone home, ma."
"Don't you be worrying yourself about me. You're my son. I wanted to be with you."
"Thanks..." He gave her a faint smile then looked at her questioningly. "Ma? Faith hasn't been here yet, has she?"
She shook her head and immediately caught the disheartened expression on her son's face. "It's very early, Maurice," she said softly. "I'm sure she'll be here. Give her time."
"Yeah...I know you're right..." He glanced over towards the doorway, but the only officer in sight was the one who had been assigned to guard him. "She'll be here..."
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The early morning sunlight, streaming in through the windows, awoke Faith from her dreams. The memories from the previous night came back to her immediately as she realized that she was still wearing the now thoroughly rumpled skirt and jacket from the day before. She'd finally cried herself into an exhausted sleep and obviously Fred had never come into the bedroom. Her thoughts went to Bosco and she forced herself to sit up and reach for the phone on the nightstand. A quick call to the hospital informed her that he was still stable and she breathed a sigh of relief that he'd gotten through the night. She couldn't help but worry about him. Even though the doctor had reassured her, she knew that complications could still arise. She slowly got up from her bed and made her way out of the bedroom, relieved to see that Fred was nowhere in sight. He must have gone off somewhere after he'd taken the kids to school. She honestly didn't care where he had gone. All she knew was she didn't have the strength for another confrontation with him right now. She headed to the bathroom and quickly showered and dressed. A short while later, she left the apartment to head to the hospital to visit her partner.
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Rebecca Waters took stood outside her son's apartment as she fumbled through her purse for the key to his door. She knew Seth didn't really like it when she came over this way, but the boy was a horrible slob. Always throwing clothes everywhere, unwashed dishes in the sink. She made it a point to come by at least every couple of weeks or so to straighten things up. She was sure that somewhere deep inside he appreciated it, even if he pretended not to. After all, she was his mother and that was what mothers were for.
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"Good morning," Ty said quietly as he walked into the kitchen after his shower.
"Hey," Sully said, looking up from the morning paper. "I went out and got some coffee and bagels. You and Carlos can help yourselves."
"Thanks. Carlos probably won't be up for a while," Ty said as he took a seat at the kitchen table and reached for a coffee cup.
"You manage to get any sleep?"
"Some," Ty replied with a slight frown. "Sully...I'm sorry about last night. I just..."
"Don't." Sully shook his head. "You don't have to apologize to me, Ty. I understand."
"I know you do," Ty nodded, staring down at the table. "I know I haven't shown it, but...I appreciate what you're doing for me..."
"Partners, remember? I'll always be there for you Ty...same way you're there for me... Sully smiled at Ty as his voice became gruffer. "Now come on, let's eat so we can get to the precinct...see if we can get a lead on this son of a bitch..."
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Carlos yawned and couldn't help feeling a little bit of relief as he heard the door to their apartment close. He hadn't been getting much sleep since Krista's death and last night had been no exception due to Ty's nightmare. His heart went out to his roommate, but he wasn't going to be able to function very well if he didn't start sleeping more. Now at least he would be able to get some much-needed rest. Burying his head into his pillows, he allowed his eyes to shut and within minutes he was in a deep sleep.
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Seth smiled to himself as he watched Davis and Sullivan leave the building. It was actually a much shorter wait than he had anticipated. He had thought he'd have to wait a lot longer before they left. For a moment he contemplated changing his plans. It would be so easy to bring down Sullivan right then and there, shoot him dead right in front of his partner, but it wasn't time. Not now...not yet...
He smirked as he looked down at the plastic bottles of gasoline and old rags in the box on the floor of his car. He glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror as he put the white cap on his head, then nodded in satisfaction. He just looked like any run of the mill maintenance worker. No one would suspect a thing...
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