Title: Punish the Children (15/?)
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: Thanks so much for continuing to read and support this story. As always, thanks so much for your feedback. It is much appreciated :)
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"Boscorelli almost bought it and now Nieto. Who's going to be next?"
"You couldn't pay me enough to be his partner. Nothing's worth that."
"Gotta feel bad for Sully...he doesn't want to desert the kid, but at what point do you need to do what's best for yourself?"
The conversation stopped abruptly when Sully and Ty entered the locker room. "Don't need to stop talking on our account," Sully said loudly as he went to his locker, giving long looks to each of the other officers in the room.
"Nothing to do with you, Sully." Rick Manning shot an embarrassed look in Sully and Ty's direction as he began to hurry from the room. "See you out at roll call."
Ty sat on the bench in front of his locker, deliberately avoiding any eye contact with the other officers as he began to change into his uniform.
"Hey Sullivan you want to partner up with me today?"
Sully looked up in surprise to see Andy Minton staring back at him. "What are you talking about, Andy?" he asked uneasily. Minton wasn't the most well-liked officer in the precinct and Sully didn't want any trouble with him. "You know I'm partners with Davis."
"Sorry," Minton replied, shrugging his shoulders carelessly. "Just thought maybe you were interested in staying alive. Anyone knows being partnered up with Davis is as good as wearing a target on the back of your head that says 'blow my brains out.'"
Ty froze when he heard Minton's words, but he found himself unable to respond. It wasn't like he could contradict his words. What he said was true.
"Why don't you shut up, Minton?" Faith came into the room just in time to hear his remark and saw the stricken look on Davis' face. As if things weren't bad enough, now he was going to have to put up with tactlessness from his fellow officers?
Andy shot Faith an irritated look. "That's rich, coming from you, Yokas. Your partner is in the hospital because of Davis. It's nice to see how little concern you have for him."
"I'm not going to dignify that with a response," Faith stated, glaring back at Andy. "Especially coming from someone who goes through partners as fast as you."
"Bosco always said you were a bitch, Yokas," Minton chuckled.
"ENOUGH!" Sully shouted, slamming his hand against the locker. "What the hell is wrong with you, Minton? This isn't Davis' fault. Some skell is out there, hurting people, -killing- people and you're deliberately trying to stir up trouble. You're a real piece of work."
"Say what you want, Sullivan," Minton spat as he finished buttoning his shirt, "but when you're six feet under in some cemetery, I won't be shedding any tears, because I tried to warn you." He then slammed out of the room, followed by the other officers, some who cast sympathetic looks in Ty's direction.
Faith looked at Sully helplessly before sitting on the bench next to Ty and gently putting her hand on his shoulder. "Don't listen to him...everyone knows Minton's a jerk..."
"He may be a jerk, but he's right." Ty pulled away from Faith and got to his feet, turning to look at Sully. "He -is- right, Sul...You know he is. You shouldn't be partnered up with me. Nobody should. I'm not going to stand back and watch you get killed because of me. I just can't do it."
"Do you really think it matters at this point if we split up or not?" Sully asked, determined to make his partner see sense. "Whoever this is...he knows we're partners. If...and that's a big if...he's out to get me, well...it isn't going to matter whether or not you're with me or not, Ty."
"He's right," Faith said gently. "You can't push us away right now. If you try to go it alone, you're going to be playing right into his hands...we need to work together. It's the only way we're going to bring him down."
"Sure...okay...fine..." Ty answered unenthusiastically. It was just easier to agree with them, even if they were wrong. He needed to find out who was committing these horrendous acts and take care of it himself.
******
Bosco stared up at the small screen of the color television in his room as he mindlessly pressed the button on the remote control. He couldn't remember ever being more bored than this. He was sure he had been, but right now he couldn't recall it. His mom and Faith had both gone off to work and now he was lonely and didn't know what to do with himself. His mother had brought him some magazines and a puzzle book, but they didn't interest him either.
"Dinner!" A cheery-faced hospital worker called out as she deposited the tray on his bedside table.
"Thanks a lot." He waited until she had left the room and then picked the cover up off the tray. "Great...more liquid crap," he muttered as he inspected the contents; chicken broth, tea, ginger ale and Jello. He was going to be advanced to a regular diet as tolerated the following day. He could hardly wait. Hopefully he wouldn't starve to death in the meantime. He'd tried to cajole Faith to bring him some food earlier that afternoon, but she hadn't budged.
"Doctor's orders, Bos," she had stated, her arms crossed over her chest and a no-nonsense look on her face. "When you're cleared to eat regular food, I'll be more than happy to bring you it, until then you're going to have to be satisfied with Jello and broth."
He had just taken a sip of ginger ale when his attention was drawn to the image of Carlos' face on the television screen. He turned up the volume and focused on the announcer who was recanting what had happened earlier at Ty's apartment. It had been determined that the fire had been deliberately set. "No surprise there," he murmured to himself. The announcer went on to give the number of a hotline to call if you had any information regarding what had happened. Sure it was a shot in the dark, but maybe something would turn up that could be of help. All they needed was a clue, something...anything to get this freak and put him behind bars where he belonged.
******
Rebecca put the last piece of clothing into her suitcase and closed it before she took one final glance at her apartment. She hoped she wasn't forgetting anything she needed. She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing or even where she was going to go, but she knew she no longer felt safe here. She needed to get away, to gather her thoughts, if only for a few days. She had always known Seth was no angel, but she had never before been afraid of her own son. What she had seen today changed everything. She actually believed her own son was capable of murdering her without a second thought. With a weary sigh she picked up the suitcase and carried it down the hallway towards the door. She needed to go someplace where Seth couldn't find her.
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"I need to go to my apartment."
Sully glanced quickly at Ty before turning his attention back to the road in front of him. He was actually a little bit startled to hear the sound of his partner's voice. He'd been silent for most of their shift, speaking only when absolutely necessary to answer a radio call or answer a question.
"I think we might be better off waiting until tomorrow when it's daylight," Sully suggested gently.
Ty fought off his first impulse, which was to protest, realizing that Sully was right. "Okay...I'll go there in the morning."
"That's fine," Sully answered, nodding. "Tonight you're staying with me though, right?" He had just assumed that was the case, but he decided he needed to actually say it. It was practically impossible to know what was going on inside Ty's head these days.
"Alright..." Ty nodded and turned his head toward Sully. "Thanks, Sul..."
"Any time," Sully said quietly as he glanced down at his watch. "Looks like our shift is about up. Might as well head back to the station."
A short time later, Sully parked the car in the precinct lot and the two men headed inside. "I'm going to call the hospital to check on Carlos," Ty stated.
"Okay...I'll meet you in the locker room."
Sully left Ty to make his phone call and entered the locker room. Faith was in front of her locker putting on her jacket.
"Hey, how's it going?" Sully asked.
"Hey, Sully. I was on desk duty so it wasn't very exciting, unless you count Bosco's phone calls. There was nothing good on t.v., the nurses were mean, he was hungry...I swear he's worse than my kids." She shook her head and laughed.
"I know it's hard, but he's going to have to try to deal with it for now," Sully said as he began to unbutton his uniform shirt. "He's lucky to be alive..."
Faith nodded. "I know, Sully...Bosco knows it too, but it's tough for him...he wants so badly to be back on duty, trying to get this guy...She paused before going on. "How was your shift?"
"Quiet," Sully answered. "He barely said two words the whole day."
"It's going to take time." Faith touched Sully's arm sympathetically. "I'm going to get going...You take care, Sully...I'll talk to you tomorrow..."
"Good night, Faith." His eyes followed Faith as she left the room and then he continued dressing. A few minutes later, Ty came into the room.
"How is he?" Sully asked, giving his partner a concerned look.
"No change," Ty shrugged his shoulders as he opened his locker. "At least he isn't worse...I guess that's good..."
"He'll be okay."
Ty didn't bother to respond to Sully as he silently began to take off his uniform. It was easy to say he'd be okay, but there was no way to really ensure it. Only a few short days ago he'd been on top of the world. He'd had a girlfriend, a car, an apartment...now all of that had been taken from him and two friends had been practically killed as well. He wondered when it would end...if it would end...
******
Seth smiled to himself as he carefully put the picture up on the wall. After the fire, he'd gone to buy bird food and had spent the rest of the day gathering useful information. Life was funny sometimes. Father and son, both partnered up with the same man. John Sullivan had witnessed the death of Ty Senior and now Ty Junior could witness the death of John Sullivan. It had a certain delicious irony to it.
"You'll be joining your wife very soon, Officer Sullivan," Seth whispered to the picture. "Very, very soon..."
And then it would be time for the final step, when at last he would meet Ty Davis, Jr. face-to-face and take care of him once and for all...
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: Thanks so much for continuing to read and support this story. As always, thanks so much for your feedback. It is much appreciated :)
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"Boscorelli almost bought it and now Nieto. Who's going to be next?"
"You couldn't pay me enough to be his partner. Nothing's worth that."
"Gotta feel bad for Sully...he doesn't want to desert the kid, but at what point do you need to do what's best for yourself?"
The conversation stopped abruptly when Sully and Ty entered the locker room. "Don't need to stop talking on our account," Sully said loudly as he went to his locker, giving long looks to each of the other officers in the room.
"Nothing to do with you, Sully." Rick Manning shot an embarrassed look in Sully and Ty's direction as he began to hurry from the room. "See you out at roll call."
Ty sat on the bench in front of his locker, deliberately avoiding any eye contact with the other officers as he began to change into his uniform.
"Hey Sullivan you want to partner up with me today?"
Sully looked up in surprise to see Andy Minton staring back at him. "What are you talking about, Andy?" he asked uneasily. Minton wasn't the most well-liked officer in the precinct and Sully didn't want any trouble with him. "You know I'm partners with Davis."
"Sorry," Minton replied, shrugging his shoulders carelessly. "Just thought maybe you were interested in staying alive. Anyone knows being partnered up with Davis is as good as wearing a target on the back of your head that says 'blow my brains out.'"
Ty froze when he heard Minton's words, but he found himself unable to respond. It wasn't like he could contradict his words. What he said was true.
"Why don't you shut up, Minton?" Faith came into the room just in time to hear his remark and saw the stricken look on Davis' face. As if things weren't bad enough, now he was going to have to put up with tactlessness from his fellow officers?
Andy shot Faith an irritated look. "That's rich, coming from you, Yokas. Your partner is in the hospital because of Davis. It's nice to see how little concern you have for him."
"I'm not going to dignify that with a response," Faith stated, glaring back at Andy. "Especially coming from someone who goes through partners as fast as you."
"Bosco always said you were a bitch, Yokas," Minton chuckled.
"ENOUGH!" Sully shouted, slamming his hand against the locker. "What the hell is wrong with you, Minton? This isn't Davis' fault. Some skell is out there, hurting people, -killing- people and you're deliberately trying to stir up trouble. You're a real piece of work."
"Say what you want, Sullivan," Minton spat as he finished buttoning his shirt, "but when you're six feet under in some cemetery, I won't be shedding any tears, because I tried to warn you." He then slammed out of the room, followed by the other officers, some who cast sympathetic looks in Ty's direction.
Faith looked at Sully helplessly before sitting on the bench next to Ty and gently putting her hand on his shoulder. "Don't listen to him...everyone knows Minton's a jerk..."
"He may be a jerk, but he's right." Ty pulled away from Faith and got to his feet, turning to look at Sully. "He -is- right, Sul...You know he is. You shouldn't be partnered up with me. Nobody should. I'm not going to stand back and watch you get killed because of me. I just can't do it."
"Do you really think it matters at this point if we split up or not?" Sully asked, determined to make his partner see sense. "Whoever this is...he knows we're partners. If...and that's a big if...he's out to get me, well...it isn't going to matter whether or not you're with me or not, Ty."
"He's right," Faith said gently. "You can't push us away right now. If you try to go it alone, you're going to be playing right into his hands...we need to work together. It's the only way we're going to bring him down."
"Sure...okay...fine..." Ty answered unenthusiastically. It was just easier to agree with them, even if they were wrong. He needed to find out who was committing these horrendous acts and take care of it himself.
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Bosco stared up at the small screen of the color television in his room as he mindlessly pressed the button on the remote control. He couldn't remember ever being more bored than this. He was sure he had been, but right now he couldn't recall it. His mom and Faith had both gone off to work and now he was lonely and didn't know what to do with himself. His mother had brought him some magazines and a puzzle book, but they didn't interest him either.
"Dinner!" A cheery-faced hospital worker called out as she deposited the tray on his bedside table.
"Thanks a lot." He waited until she had left the room and then picked the cover up off the tray. "Great...more liquid crap," he muttered as he inspected the contents; chicken broth, tea, ginger ale and Jello. He was going to be advanced to a regular diet as tolerated the following day. He could hardly wait. Hopefully he wouldn't starve to death in the meantime. He'd tried to cajole Faith to bring him some food earlier that afternoon, but she hadn't budged.
"Doctor's orders, Bos," she had stated, her arms crossed over her chest and a no-nonsense look on her face. "When you're cleared to eat regular food, I'll be more than happy to bring you it, until then you're going to have to be satisfied with Jello and broth."
He had just taken a sip of ginger ale when his attention was drawn to the image of Carlos' face on the television screen. He turned up the volume and focused on the announcer who was recanting what had happened earlier at Ty's apartment. It had been determined that the fire had been deliberately set. "No surprise there," he murmured to himself. The announcer went on to give the number of a hotline to call if you had any information regarding what had happened. Sure it was a shot in the dark, but maybe something would turn up that could be of help. All they needed was a clue, something...anything to get this freak and put him behind bars where he belonged.
******
Rebecca put the last piece of clothing into her suitcase and closed it before she took one final glance at her apartment. She hoped she wasn't forgetting anything she needed. She wasn't exactly sure what she was doing or even where she was going to go, but she knew she no longer felt safe here. She needed to get away, to gather her thoughts, if only for a few days. She had always known Seth was no angel, but she had never before been afraid of her own son. What she had seen today changed everything. She actually believed her own son was capable of murdering her without a second thought. With a weary sigh she picked up the suitcase and carried it down the hallway towards the door. She needed to go someplace where Seth couldn't find her.
******
"I need to go to my apartment."
Sully glanced quickly at Ty before turning his attention back to the road in front of him. He was actually a little bit startled to hear the sound of his partner's voice. He'd been silent for most of their shift, speaking only when absolutely necessary to answer a radio call or answer a question.
"I think we might be better off waiting until tomorrow when it's daylight," Sully suggested gently.
Ty fought off his first impulse, which was to protest, realizing that Sully was right. "Okay...I'll go there in the morning."
"That's fine," Sully answered, nodding. "Tonight you're staying with me though, right?" He had just assumed that was the case, but he decided he needed to actually say it. It was practically impossible to know what was going on inside Ty's head these days.
"Alright..." Ty nodded and turned his head toward Sully. "Thanks, Sul..."
"Any time," Sully said quietly as he glanced down at his watch. "Looks like our shift is about up. Might as well head back to the station."
A short time later, Sully parked the car in the precinct lot and the two men headed inside. "I'm going to call the hospital to check on Carlos," Ty stated.
"Okay...I'll meet you in the locker room."
Sully left Ty to make his phone call and entered the locker room. Faith was in front of her locker putting on her jacket.
"Hey, how's it going?" Sully asked.
"Hey, Sully. I was on desk duty so it wasn't very exciting, unless you count Bosco's phone calls. There was nothing good on t.v., the nurses were mean, he was hungry...I swear he's worse than my kids." She shook her head and laughed.
"I know it's hard, but he's going to have to try to deal with it for now," Sully said as he began to unbutton his uniform shirt. "He's lucky to be alive..."
Faith nodded. "I know, Sully...Bosco knows it too, but it's tough for him...he wants so badly to be back on duty, trying to get this guy...She paused before going on. "How was your shift?"
"Quiet," Sully answered. "He barely said two words the whole day."
"It's going to take time." Faith touched Sully's arm sympathetically. "I'm going to get going...You take care, Sully...I'll talk to you tomorrow..."
"Good night, Faith." His eyes followed Faith as she left the room and then he continued dressing. A few minutes later, Ty came into the room.
"How is he?" Sully asked, giving his partner a concerned look.
"No change," Ty shrugged his shoulders as he opened his locker. "At least he isn't worse...I guess that's good..."
"He'll be okay."
Ty didn't bother to respond to Sully as he silently began to take off his uniform. It was easy to say he'd be okay, but there was no way to really ensure it. Only a few short days ago he'd been on top of the world. He'd had a girlfriend, a car, an apartment...now all of that had been taken from him and two friends had been practically killed as well. He wondered when it would end...if it would end...
******
Seth smiled to himself as he carefully put the picture up on the wall. After the fire, he'd gone to buy bird food and had spent the rest of the day gathering useful information. Life was funny sometimes. Father and son, both partnered up with the same man. John Sullivan had witnessed the death of Ty Senior and now Ty Junior could witness the death of John Sullivan. It had a certain delicious irony to it.
"You'll be joining your wife very soon, Officer Sullivan," Seth whispered to the picture. "Very, very soon..."
And then it would be time for the final step, when at last he would meet Ty Davis, Jr. face-to-face and take care of him once and for all...