Title: Punish the Children (16/?)
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 to those of you still reading this story :) I very much appreciate the feedback and support.
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Faith snuggled a bit more deeply under the covers as she opened her eyes and blinked, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight streaming in through her bedroom window. She turned her head towards the doorway and started slightly when she saw Fred, just standing there, staring back at her.
"Wh...what are you doing, Fred?" she asked as she moved into a sitting position. Something about the way he was looking at her was making her feel very uncomfortable.
"Just looking at you...that's all...sure as hell haven't seen much of you lately. Yesterday for example...where the hell were you?"
"I...I had something to do," she mumbled, nervously looking down at the bed.
"Something to do like go spend the day with Bosco?" he asked, his eyes seeming to bore into hers.
"Bosco almost died, Fred," she snapped, her nervousness abating as she felt the familiar twinges of annoyance and anger beginning to emerge. "I know you don't care, but he's my partner and I do."
Fred shook his head. "Fine. You care. It's not like I want the guy to die, but he's okay now, isn't he? You have responsibilities here too, Faith. Me...the kids...where do we fit in?"
"The kids were in school."
"Yeah well what about me...your -husband-? You'd think you'd have a little bit of loyalty to me...all you seem to care about these days is Bosco."
"That's not true. You just refuse to understand that what's going on right now is big...Bosco is important to me. I'm not going to lie and say he isn't."
"Fine...you do what you have to do then...but don't expect me to just sit around and wait."
"Is that a threat?" Faith asked, her eyes widening as her gaze met Fred's. He had an expression on his face that she didn't even recognize. She wasn't sure what to make of it.
"No, Faith...it's not a threat." Appearing deflated, Fred shook his head sadly and slowly walked out of the bedroom. If he couldn't talk some sense into his wife, maybe he could talk sense into that so-called partner of hers.
******
"You want some breakfast?" Sully's gaze rested on Ty as the younger man padded sleepily into the kitchen. Once again, his partner looked exhausted. Sully was becoming more and more worried as each day went by only serving to make his partner appear more and more haggard.
"No... I'm good," Ty replied as he sank down onto a kitchen chair. He quickly changed his answer though when he saw the concern in Sully's eyes. "I guess I'll eat something...just give me a few minutes to wake up first."
"So...you mean you actually slept?" Sully was busily rearranging the newspaper as he spoke, not really wanting Ty to see the front-page story. "Tragedy Follows Cursed Cop." The press had finally sunk its teeth into the story and it wasn't pretty. They had obtained intricate details of what was going on and Sully had a pretty good idea that the 'unnamed informant' was none other than Andy Minton.
Sully's newspaper maneuvering was not going unnoticed by Ty. "You done with that?" he asked, reaching his hand out for the paper.
"No...I'm not done yet, but you can have the sports," Sully said, practically flinging the paper at Ty.
Ty took the paper and started scanning through the stories uninterestedly. His eyes kept roaming in his partner's direction and he could see that Sully was nervous...really nervous.... "Okay, Sul, spill," he finally stated after a few minutes of watching Sully pretending to read the paper.
"Huh? Spill what? What are you talking about?"
"You're a lousy liar, Sully," Ty stated, shaking his head. "What's in the paper? What is it you don't want me to see?"
"You want to go check out your apartment, don't you?" Sully stood up, the folded newspaper under his arm. "You should get ready so we can get moving. We can grab some coffee and pastry on the way."
"I don't want any damn pastry. What are you trying to hide?" Ty stood up, his eyes dark with anger as he moved toward Sully. "I'm going to find out anyhow, you know. It's not like I can't go out and buy a newspaper. If that's what you want, I'll walk down to the newsstand right now and get one."
Sully sighed heavily as he unfolded the newspaper and handed it to his partner. "It's a bunch of garbage, Ty...I just...I didn't want you to get upset."
Ty wordlessly accepted the newspaper from Sully and sat back down to begin to read it. It was all there...how Krista had been killed, Bosco getting shot at her funeral, Carlos almost being killed in the fire in their apartment. It was all tied together now for everyone to see. He'd known what was going on...known that he was the cause of it all, but somehow, seeing it all there in black and white, just made it seem a hundred times worse. He finished reading the article and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to erase the pain that seemed to be coming at him in waves.
"Ty? What's going on?" He felt Sully's hand on his shoulder, heard his voice pleading for an answer, but he couldn't respond. He started to feel physically sick to his stomach and the feeling was only worsening. Finally he sprang up from the kitchen chair and fled to the bathroom, barely reaching it in time to kneel down on the floor and empty the meager contents of his stomach into the toilet. Thankfully, Sully didn't follow him. Taking a few minutes to try to compose himself and make sure he wasn't going to get sick again, Ty shakily got to his feet. His eyes rested on his reflection in the bathroom mirror and he was momentarily startled by what he saw. Pure and simply he looked like hell. His skin was extremely pale and coated with tiny droplets of sweat, his eyes looked tired with dark circles underneath them. He turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on his face, then brushed his teeth and rinsed out his mouth.
"Ty? Ty are you alright?" Sully's voice sounded from the hallway, worry evident in his voice.
"I'm fine...I'll be right out..." He took a deep breath and made his way out of the bathroom only to find Sully planted right outside the door.
"I said I was okay," Ty said, trying to move past his partner.
"You're not."
Ty rolled his eyes, an expression of frustration on his face. "You know what, Sul? I'm sorry, but I'm just not in the mood right now." He roughly shoved past his partner and made his way to the front door, slamming it loudly behind him.
******
It hadn't been a good night. Bosco had been in a fair amount of pain and the night nurse hadn't exactly been in a hurry to get to him when he called. He was tired of being in the hospital. He was sick of being in pain, sick of the crappy food, sick of the bedpans...he was just sick of everything. And when Faith's husband entered his room, Bosco was already in the mood for a fight.
"How ya feeling?" Fred asked. Not that he cared, but he figured he'd try to be civil.
"Lousy actually," Bosco snarled. "Fred...what are you doing here?"
"Just came to see how you were doing, Bos...Anything wrong with that? We're all friends, right? You...me...my wife..."
"Is Faith alright?" It suddenly occurred to Bosco that maybe Fred was here for a reason...that something had happened to her. "Dammit, Fred, is she alright?"
"She's fine. She's at home where she should be. Or did you think that she has to spend every waking moment with you?"
Fucking jag-off. "You know what, Fred? Get out of here. I'm not in the mood for your crap. Faith and I work together. We're partners. I would have thought the concept of a partnership would have sunk into that thick skull of yours by now, but it obviously hasn't."
"You're so smug, Boscorelli," Fred sneered. "Always thinking that you're better than me...the great Bosco...with your daring acts and your high and mighty attitude. I want you away from my wife...Find yourself another woman to sniff around...this one's off limits."
"Why you..." Unable to control his anger, Bosco lunged out of the bed towards Fred, not even thinking of the IV attached to his arm, which clattered to the floor.
"What the hell are you doing, man?" Fred shoved Bosco aside, causing him to lose his balance and land in a heap on the floor beside the bed.
"Bosco!" Faith came into the room just in time to see him fall and was at his side in an instant. "Bosco...are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"I'm okay," Bosco was doubled over in pain, his face deathly white. He struggled briefly to get up, but immediately ended up back on the floor as he clenched his teeth to avoid crying out in pain.
"Fred, help him!" Faith called, staring up at her husband. As Fred leaned down to assist, Bosco pulled away from him.
"Get the hell away from me you jag-off. I can do it myself."
"What is going on in here?" An angry-appearing doctor entered the room and moved to help Bosco. Moments later a nurse entered as well. "Why were you out of bed? What did you think you were doing?" the doctor asked Bosco who just sat silently, refusing to speak.
"You'll need to leave now," the nurse stated, pointedly looking at Faith and Fred.
Bosco's head snapped up as he grabbed for Faith's hand. "NO. She can't leave. She needs to stay here. I want her to stay."
Fred gave the pair a look of disgust and angrily stormed from the room as Faith gently held her partner's hand. "I'll make sure he stays in bed," she said softly, trying to reassure the doctor. "It won't happen again."
"See that he does." The doctor turned toward Bosco, his eyes stern. "This is nothing to fool around with, young man. If you're looking for an even longer time in the hospital, keep right on doing what you're doing."
Bosco stared sullenly down at the bed, refusing to even look up until both the doctor and nurse had left the room and he was alone with Faith. "I'm sorry," he finally said, his voice so soft that Faith could hardly hear him.
"Sorry? For what?" Faith shook her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and confusion. "What was Fred doing here, Bos? What's going on?"
"I shouldn't be doin' this, Faith...none of it. Maybe Fred's right...maybe we shouldn't be partners..."
"What? That's why he was here?" Faith closed her eyes briefly, as she tried to control the anger she could feel building up inside her. Fred fighting with her at home was one thing, but coming here to the hospital and fighting with Bosco, especially under these circumstances, was entirely another.
"Fred is wrong, Bos...dead wrong. I know it and you know it too."
A sense of relief came over Bosco when he heard Faith's words, but he couldn't help feeling guilty. Was it wrong of him to stay Faith's partner when it was obviously causing her major problems at home? He hated to see her so miserable...he hated the way Fred was treating her.
"I guess it doesn't matter much now anyhow," he said softly. "I mean...it'll be a while before you and I are out patrolling the streets together again."
"You just need to get better, Bosco okay?" she said as she reached for him and gently drew him into her embrace. "I don't want you worrying about any of this...we'll get it all sorted out. For now...you just need to get well."
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Sully sighed loudly to himself as he followed Ty out into the hallway. "Don't you think you ought to think about getting dressed before you leave?" he called after him. "You don't even have any shoes on."
Ty stopped short and stared down at his feet which were clad only in socks Damn it. "Fine. I'll get dressed and then I'll get out of your hair," he said angrily as he walked back towards Sully's apartment.
"Come on, Ty." Sully put his hand on Ty's shoulder, stopping the younger man. "Listen. I'm sorry, okay? Let's just go inside and talk about it."
Ty angrily turned back towards Sully, but the anger he was feeling immediately diminished when he saw the look on his face. Sully was worried sick about him, plain and simple. He was going out of his way to help him and Ty was just throwing it all back in his face. It wasn't right and Ty immediately began to feel ashamed of himself. "I'm the one who should be sorry, Sul...not you..."
Sully shook his head. "I don't want you to be sorry, Ty...I just want you to get through this. Come on, let's have some breakfast and then I'll drive you over to your apartment.
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Seth sat in his car across the street from Sully's apartment building, waiting for the two men to begin their day. Hopefully he wouldn't have to wait too long. He patted his jacket, which he had carefully arranged to cover the rifle lying on the seat beside him. His aim had been off at the funeral, but that wasn't going to happen again. Officer Boscorelli had managed to survive, but Officer Sullivan wasn't going to be so lucky.
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 to those of you still reading this story :) I very much appreciate the feedback and support.
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Faith snuggled a bit more deeply under the covers as she opened her eyes and blinked, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight streaming in through her bedroom window. She turned her head towards the doorway and started slightly when she saw Fred, just standing there, staring back at her.
"Wh...what are you doing, Fred?" she asked as she moved into a sitting position. Something about the way he was looking at her was making her feel very uncomfortable.
"Just looking at you...that's all...sure as hell haven't seen much of you lately. Yesterday for example...where the hell were you?"
"I...I had something to do," she mumbled, nervously looking down at the bed.
"Something to do like go spend the day with Bosco?" he asked, his eyes seeming to bore into hers.
"Bosco almost died, Fred," she snapped, her nervousness abating as she felt the familiar twinges of annoyance and anger beginning to emerge. "I know you don't care, but he's my partner and I do."
Fred shook his head. "Fine. You care. It's not like I want the guy to die, but he's okay now, isn't he? You have responsibilities here too, Faith. Me...the kids...where do we fit in?"
"The kids were in school."
"Yeah well what about me...your -husband-? You'd think you'd have a little bit of loyalty to me...all you seem to care about these days is Bosco."
"That's not true. You just refuse to understand that what's going on right now is big...Bosco is important to me. I'm not going to lie and say he isn't."
"Fine...you do what you have to do then...but don't expect me to just sit around and wait."
"Is that a threat?" Faith asked, her eyes widening as her gaze met Fred's. He had an expression on his face that she didn't even recognize. She wasn't sure what to make of it.
"No, Faith...it's not a threat." Appearing deflated, Fred shook his head sadly and slowly walked out of the bedroom. If he couldn't talk some sense into his wife, maybe he could talk sense into that so-called partner of hers.
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"You want some breakfast?" Sully's gaze rested on Ty as the younger man padded sleepily into the kitchen. Once again, his partner looked exhausted. Sully was becoming more and more worried as each day went by only serving to make his partner appear more and more haggard.
"No... I'm good," Ty replied as he sank down onto a kitchen chair. He quickly changed his answer though when he saw the concern in Sully's eyes. "I guess I'll eat something...just give me a few minutes to wake up first."
"So...you mean you actually slept?" Sully was busily rearranging the newspaper as he spoke, not really wanting Ty to see the front-page story. "Tragedy Follows Cursed Cop." The press had finally sunk its teeth into the story and it wasn't pretty. They had obtained intricate details of what was going on and Sully had a pretty good idea that the 'unnamed informant' was none other than Andy Minton.
Sully's newspaper maneuvering was not going unnoticed by Ty. "You done with that?" he asked, reaching his hand out for the paper.
"No...I'm not done yet, but you can have the sports," Sully said, practically flinging the paper at Ty.
Ty took the paper and started scanning through the stories uninterestedly. His eyes kept roaming in his partner's direction and he could see that Sully was nervous...really nervous.... "Okay, Sul, spill," he finally stated after a few minutes of watching Sully pretending to read the paper.
"Huh? Spill what? What are you talking about?"
"You're a lousy liar, Sully," Ty stated, shaking his head. "What's in the paper? What is it you don't want me to see?"
"You want to go check out your apartment, don't you?" Sully stood up, the folded newspaper under his arm. "You should get ready so we can get moving. We can grab some coffee and pastry on the way."
"I don't want any damn pastry. What are you trying to hide?" Ty stood up, his eyes dark with anger as he moved toward Sully. "I'm going to find out anyhow, you know. It's not like I can't go out and buy a newspaper. If that's what you want, I'll walk down to the newsstand right now and get one."
Sully sighed heavily as he unfolded the newspaper and handed it to his partner. "It's a bunch of garbage, Ty...I just...I didn't want you to get upset."
Ty wordlessly accepted the newspaper from Sully and sat back down to begin to read it. It was all there...how Krista had been killed, Bosco getting shot at her funeral, Carlos almost being killed in the fire in their apartment. It was all tied together now for everyone to see. He'd known what was going on...known that he was the cause of it all, but somehow, seeing it all there in black and white, just made it seem a hundred times worse. He finished reading the article and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to erase the pain that seemed to be coming at him in waves.
"Ty? What's going on?" He felt Sully's hand on his shoulder, heard his voice pleading for an answer, but he couldn't respond. He started to feel physically sick to his stomach and the feeling was only worsening. Finally he sprang up from the kitchen chair and fled to the bathroom, barely reaching it in time to kneel down on the floor and empty the meager contents of his stomach into the toilet. Thankfully, Sully didn't follow him. Taking a few minutes to try to compose himself and make sure he wasn't going to get sick again, Ty shakily got to his feet. His eyes rested on his reflection in the bathroom mirror and he was momentarily startled by what he saw. Pure and simply he looked like hell. His skin was extremely pale and coated with tiny droplets of sweat, his eyes looked tired with dark circles underneath them. He turned on the faucet and splashed some cold water on his face, then brushed his teeth and rinsed out his mouth.
"Ty? Ty are you alright?" Sully's voice sounded from the hallway, worry evident in his voice.
"I'm fine...I'll be right out..." He took a deep breath and made his way out of the bathroom only to find Sully planted right outside the door.
"I said I was okay," Ty said, trying to move past his partner.
"You're not."
Ty rolled his eyes, an expression of frustration on his face. "You know what, Sul? I'm sorry, but I'm just not in the mood right now." He roughly shoved past his partner and made his way to the front door, slamming it loudly behind him.
******
It hadn't been a good night. Bosco had been in a fair amount of pain and the night nurse hadn't exactly been in a hurry to get to him when he called. He was tired of being in the hospital. He was sick of being in pain, sick of the crappy food, sick of the bedpans...he was just sick of everything. And when Faith's husband entered his room, Bosco was already in the mood for a fight.
"How ya feeling?" Fred asked. Not that he cared, but he figured he'd try to be civil.
"Lousy actually," Bosco snarled. "Fred...what are you doing here?"
"Just came to see how you were doing, Bos...Anything wrong with that? We're all friends, right? You...me...my wife..."
"Is Faith alright?" It suddenly occurred to Bosco that maybe Fred was here for a reason...that something had happened to her. "Dammit, Fred, is she alright?"
"She's fine. She's at home where she should be. Or did you think that she has to spend every waking moment with you?"
Fucking jag-off. "You know what, Fred? Get out of here. I'm not in the mood for your crap. Faith and I work together. We're partners. I would have thought the concept of a partnership would have sunk into that thick skull of yours by now, but it obviously hasn't."
"You're so smug, Boscorelli," Fred sneered. "Always thinking that you're better than me...the great Bosco...with your daring acts and your high and mighty attitude. I want you away from my wife...Find yourself another woman to sniff around...this one's off limits."
"Why you..." Unable to control his anger, Bosco lunged out of the bed towards Fred, not even thinking of the IV attached to his arm, which clattered to the floor.
"What the hell are you doing, man?" Fred shoved Bosco aside, causing him to lose his balance and land in a heap on the floor beside the bed.
"Bosco!" Faith came into the room just in time to see him fall and was at his side in an instant. "Bosco...are you alright? Are you hurt?"
"I'm okay," Bosco was doubled over in pain, his face deathly white. He struggled briefly to get up, but immediately ended up back on the floor as he clenched his teeth to avoid crying out in pain.
"Fred, help him!" Faith called, staring up at her husband. As Fred leaned down to assist, Bosco pulled away from him.
"Get the hell away from me you jag-off. I can do it myself."
"What is going on in here?" An angry-appearing doctor entered the room and moved to help Bosco. Moments later a nurse entered as well. "Why were you out of bed? What did you think you were doing?" the doctor asked Bosco who just sat silently, refusing to speak.
"You'll need to leave now," the nurse stated, pointedly looking at Faith and Fred.
Bosco's head snapped up as he grabbed for Faith's hand. "NO. She can't leave. She needs to stay here. I want her to stay."
Fred gave the pair a look of disgust and angrily stormed from the room as Faith gently held her partner's hand. "I'll make sure he stays in bed," she said softly, trying to reassure the doctor. "It won't happen again."
"See that he does." The doctor turned toward Bosco, his eyes stern. "This is nothing to fool around with, young man. If you're looking for an even longer time in the hospital, keep right on doing what you're doing."
Bosco stared sullenly down at the bed, refusing to even look up until both the doctor and nurse had left the room and he was alone with Faith. "I'm sorry," he finally said, his voice so soft that Faith could hardly hear him.
"Sorry? For what?" Faith shook her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and confusion. "What was Fred doing here, Bos? What's going on?"
"I shouldn't be doin' this, Faith...none of it. Maybe Fred's right...maybe we shouldn't be partners..."
"What? That's why he was here?" Faith closed her eyes briefly, as she tried to control the anger she could feel building up inside her. Fred fighting with her at home was one thing, but coming here to the hospital and fighting with Bosco, especially under these circumstances, was entirely another.
"Fred is wrong, Bos...dead wrong. I know it and you know it too."
A sense of relief came over Bosco when he heard Faith's words, but he couldn't help feeling guilty. Was it wrong of him to stay Faith's partner when it was obviously causing her major problems at home? He hated to see her so miserable...he hated the way Fred was treating her.
"I guess it doesn't matter much now anyhow," he said softly. "I mean...it'll be a while before you and I are out patrolling the streets together again."
"You just need to get better, Bosco okay?" she said as she reached for him and gently drew him into her embrace. "I don't want you worrying about any of this...we'll get it all sorted out. For now...you just need to get well."
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Sully sighed loudly to himself as he followed Ty out into the hallway. "Don't you think you ought to think about getting dressed before you leave?" he called after him. "You don't even have any shoes on."
Ty stopped short and stared down at his feet which were clad only in socks Damn it. "Fine. I'll get dressed and then I'll get out of your hair," he said angrily as he walked back towards Sully's apartment.
"Come on, Ty." Sully put his hand on Ty's shoulder, stopping the younger man. "Listen. I'm sorry, okay? Let's just go inside and talk about it."
Ty angrily turned back towards Sully, but the anger he was feeling immediately diminished when he saw the look on his face. Sully was worried sick about him, plain and simple. He was going out of his way to help him and Ty was just throwing it all back in his face. It wasn't right and Ty immediately began to feel ashamed of himself. "I'm the one who should be sorry, Sul...not you..."
Sully shook his head. "I don't want you to be sorry, Ty...I just want you to get through this. Come on, let's have some breakfast and then I'll drive you over to your apartment.
******
Seth sat in his car across the street from Sully's apartment building, waiting for the two men to begin their day. Hopefully he wouldn't have to wait too long. He patted his jacket, which he had carefully arranged to cover the rifle lying on the seat beside him. His aim had been off at the funeral, but that wasn't going to happen again. Officer Boscorelli had managed to survive, but Officer Sullivan wasn't going to be so lucky.