Title: Punish the Children (19/?)
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: I so appreciate the feedback I've gotten from those of you following this story. It really means a lot. Thanks so much :)
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Sully was still pacing frantically around the room when a loud knocking stopped him in his tracks. "Who is it?" he called brusquely, pausing at the door.
"Sully, it's me."
He sighed with relief when he heard Faith's voice and quickly opened the door for her. "Faith...Thanks for coming."
"I thought you were going to call me back?" she questioned as she stepped inside the apartment.
"Sorry..." he muttered, shuffling his feet as he stared down at the floor. "Guess I forgot."
Faith recognized the evident distress in Sully's eyes and immediately softened her tone. "It's okay... Were you able to reach him?"
"Yeah, I reached him." He beckoned for Faith to sit down on the couch and then followed suit. "He wouldn't listen to me though. He's hell bent on meeting this guy by himself and there wasn't a damn thing I could say to talk him out of it."
Faith sighed softly, not knowing what she could say to ease Sully's fears. It was very hard to be optimistic based on the information they had. She was worried for Ty's safety as well. There was no telling what he had gotten himself into. "You don't have any idea at all where he could have gone?"
"No clue." Sully shook his head in frustration. "When Ty got the call, he put on this whole charade of talking to a cellular telemarketer. I wasn't paying attention...I should have been..."
"Sully, this wasn't your fault," Faith stated firmly as she gazed back at him. "He was bound and determined to do this on his own. You know he's felt like that, ever since this all started happening. I don't think anyone could have stopped him."
"Still...I should have done something." Sully bowed his head, staring down at his lap. This was his partner...the most important person in his life right now. If the situation had been reversed, if Faith or Bosco had been in his place, he highly doubted they would have let the other slip away.
"Sully..." Faith struggled to find the words to console him, but it turned out she didn't have to because, just then, the telephone rang.
"Hello?" Sully anxiously picked up the receiver on the first ring. He was initially disappointed to hear the voice of Lieutenant Swersky on the other end of the line, but that feeling quickly changed when he heard what Swersky had to say.
"Well?" Faith asked when Sully hung up the phone a few minutes later. She knew it was important from the look on Sully's face.
"We may have gotten the break we've been looking for," Sully replied, with a small glint of hope in his eyes. He headed for the door, gesturing for Faith to join him. "Come on. I'll fill you in on the way."
******
"Ten minutes, Officer Boscorelli," the nurse said as she expertly maneuvered his wheelchair into the room. "You need your rest."
"Thank you." Bosco nodded, his voice quiet and his demeanor uncharacteristically subdued as he waited for the nurse to leave the room. He then turned his attention to Carlos. For the first couple of minutes, he just sat there awkwardly, unsure of what to do or say. It wasn't like they were friends. They didn't even know each other all that well, but they had gone through that whole compassion-training thing together and he was sincerely concerned about the young paramedic. Finally, after a few more moments of silence, he cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Hey Carlos...it's me, Bosco...I just thought I'd come by to see how you're doin'. Guess this pretty much sucks..." he trailed off, and stared at Carlos' face. He wondered if he was feeling any pain...if he could hear people when they talked to him...if he had any idea that Bosco was there. He reached for Carlos' hand and patted it gently. "I know its rough, but you've got to give it your all and hang in there, okay? Just hang in there, Carlos..."
He sat there for a few more minutes before the nurse returned to take him back to his room. As she wheeled him along the hospital corridors, he remained deep in thought. He was just so worried about his friends, Faith, Ty, Sully, Carlos... This was all just so disturbing...he just hoped it came to an end soon.
******
"Police!" Sully and Faith were poised outside the apartment of Seth Waters, revolvers drawn. "Open the door or I'll break it down," Sully shouted. He was unbelievably tense, his stomach in knots over the possibility of what they could find inside. For all he knew, Ty was already dead. There was no response from within the apartment, only silence. Sully prepared himself to kick the door in, but Faith shook her head and put her hand on the doorknob. The door opened easily and the officers cautiously entered the apartment. The first thing they saw was the cockatoo, which eyed them curiously from its cage. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was Nieto's bird," Sully murmured, staring at it closely.
"Maybe it is..." Faith stated softly. "He was in their apartment...It would make sense."
"Yeah...yeah it would." Sully stated then turned his attention back to the task at hand. "We'd better search this place."
"You take the bedroom, I'll check out the bathroom," Faith said quietly as she started down the hallway.
Sully nodded and slowly walked into the bedroom. He froze in silent shock when he saw the pictures and newspaper articles, which lined the walls. Some of it went back so many years. When he caught his first glimpse of Ty Senior's name, everything fell into place. Now he was beginning to understand. "Faith!" he shouted. "Faith, get in here."
Faith rushed to Sully's side and her mouth fell open when she saw the pictures and articles everywhere. "Sully...what is this?" she asked.
"Ty's dad," Sully replied softly, his eyes settling on a photograph of his old friend. "It was never about Ty...well not directly anyhow...it was his dad. Ty's father put this freak away and now he's after Ty because of it."
"My God..." Faith breathed, swallowing back sudden nausea when she saw articles about Krista's death and Bosco's shooting. There was even a photograph of Bosco lying on the ground in the cemetery. This man was incredibly sick.
"I'm going to call the detectives in," Sully stated as he reached for his radio. "Hopefully they'll find something that will lead us to Ty..."
******
Seth shifted his weight uncomfortably from his position behind the gazebo. He was getting tired of waiting. If Officer Davis didn't get his ass here soon, he was going to be mighty sorry. Of course...he was going to be sorry even if he did get here. Seth couldn't help chuckling to himself. He reached into a brown paper bag and pulled out a tuna sandwich, then took a healthy bite of it.
As he ate, Seth looked around the estate. It had been many years since he'd been here, but his uncle's family was as predictable as clockwork. They only used the summer home during July and August. The rest of the year it was deserted without even a household staff. When he was a child, he had been invited every year to spend one month during the summer in this house. It had been wonderful, frolicking in the harbor with his cousins, playing tennis, canoeing and just hanging out with his friends...until the summer when he was 15 and he had started seeing one of the local girls, Sheila Bennington. He could still remember her laugh and the cute way she had tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder.
He and Sheila had been inseparable until the night that one thing had led to another and they had made love. It was the first time for both of them. With all the naivety of youth, he had believed they would be together forever. He was never sure exactly how it happened, but the very next day Sheila's father arrived at his uncle's house. After a long discussion behind closed doors, Seth was sent home and was never invited back again. "Go to Hell!" he had screamed from the taxi as he left the estate. It had been the start of his downward spiral. Suddenly, being good didn't seem so important anymore. It was more important to take what he wanted in whatever way he could. He'd never been back until today. And after he had completed his final task, he would burn this damn place to the ground.
Restlessly he shifted his gaze over the property once more and his heartbeat quickened as he saw a black SUV slowly approaching.
******
Ty found his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he maneuvered the SUV towards the house. It was set back away from the other houses, which in itself made him nervous. For a brief moment he considered the possibility of calling Sully to let him know where he was, but in the end he just couldn't do it. He'd already caused his friends more than enough trouble. He parked the vehicle right outside the house and took a few deep breaths as he took in his surroundings. Everything was exceedingly still with no sign of anyone in the vicinity. Turning off the ignition, Ty reached for his revolver, making sure that it was loaded and ready to fire. He cautiously opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Every fiber in his body was tense as he held his revolver out in front of him. He was sure he was being watched, but he just couldn't see anyone. He was beginning to think this was a really bad idea.
******
Seth watched every move Ty made from the moment he drove onto the property until he exited the SUV and started moving slowly and deliberately in the direction of the house. He was making it so easy...almost too easy. Aiming the rifle carefully, Seth waited until Ty was exactly where he wanted him and then slowly squeezed the trigger.
******
The impact of the bullet slamming into his shoulder sent Ty down to the ground, causing him to lose his grip on his weapon. At first he was confused, not even sure what had happened, but as the pain began to hit him, it became very clear. Gritting his teeth, he started to crawl towards his revolver, which was just a couple of feet away. Just as he was about to reach it, a hand snatched the gun up out of his reach. Squinting into the sunlight, Ty looked up to see a totally unfamiliar face.
"Well, Officer Davis," Seth said, smiling cruelly at the helpless young officer lying on the ground. "Finally we meet."
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: I so appreciate the feedback I've gotten from those of you following this story. It really means a lot. Thanks so much :)
******
Sully was still pacing frantically around the room when a loud knocking stopped him in his tracks. "Who is it?" he called brusquely, pausing at the door.
"Sully, it's me."
He sighed with relief when he heard Faith's voice and quickly opened the door for her. "Faith...Thanks for coming."
"I thought you were going to call me back?" she questioned as she stepped inside the apartment.
"Sorry..." he muttered, shuffling his feet as he stared down at the floor. "Guess I forgot."
Faith recognized the evident distress in Sully's eyes and immediately softened her tone. "It's okay... Were you able to reach him?"
"Yeah, I reached him." He beckoned for Faith to sit down on the couch and then followed suit. "He wouldn't listen to me though. He's hell bent on meeting this guy by himself and there wasn't a damn thing I could say to talk him out of it."
Faith sighed softly, not knowing what she could say to ease Sully's fears. It was very hard to be optimistic based on the information they had. She was worried for Ty's safety as well. There was no telling what he had gotten himself into. "You don't have any idea at all where he could have gone?"
"No clue." Sully shook his head in frustration. "When Ty got the call, he put on this whole charade of talking to a cellular telemarketer. I wasn't paying attention...I should have been..."
"Sully, this wasn't your fault," Faith stated firmly as she gazed back at him. "He was bound and determined to do this on his own. You know he's felt like that, ever since this all started happening. I don't think anyone could have stopped him."
"Still...I should have done something." Sully bowed his head, staring down at his lap. This was his partner...the most important person in his life right now. If the situation had been reversed, if Faith or Bosco had been in his place, he highly doubted they would have let the other slip away.
"Sully..." Faith struggled to find the words to console him, but it turned out she didn't have to because, just then, the telephone rang.
"Hello?" Sully anxiously picked up the receiver on the first ring. He was initially disappointed to hear the voice of Lieutenant Swersky on the other end of the line, but that feeling quickly changed when he heard what Swersky had to say.
"Well?" Faith asked when Sully hung up the phone a few minutes later. She knew it was important from the look on Sully's face.
"We may have gotten the break we've been looking for," Sully replied, with a small glint of hope in his eyes. He headed for the door, gesturing for Faith to join him. "Come on. I'll fill you in on the way."
******
"Ten minutes, Officer Boscorelli," the nurse said as she expertly maneuvered his wheelchair into the room. "You need your rest."
"Thank you." Bosco nodded, his voice quiet and his demeanor uncharacteristically subdued as he waited for the nurse to leave the room. He then turned his attention to Carlos. For the first couple of minutes, he just sat there awkwardly, unsure of what to do or say. It wasn't like they were friends. They didn't even know each other all that well, but they had gone through that whole compassion-training thing together and he was sincerely concerned about the young paramedic. Finally, after a few more moments of silence, he cleared his throat and began to speak.
"Hey Carlos...it's me, Bosco...I just thought I'd come by to see how you're doin'. Guess this pretty much sucks..." he trailed off, and stared at Carlos' face. He wondered if he was feeling any pain...if he could hear people when they talked to him...if he had any idea that Bosco was there. He reached for Carlos' hand and patted it gently. "I know its rough, but you've got to give it your all and hang in there, okay? Just hang in there, Carlos..."
He sat there for a few more minutes before the nurse returned to take him back to his room. As she wheeled him along the hospital corridors, he remained deep in thought. He was just so worried about his friends, Faith, Ty, Sully, Carlos... This was all just so disturbing...he just hoped it came to an end soon.
******
"Police!" Sully and Faith were poised outside the apartment of Seth Waters, revolvers drawn. "Open the door or I'll break it down," Sully shouted. He was unbelievably tense, his stomach in knots over the possibility of what they could find inside. For all he knew, Ty was already dead. There was no response from within the apartment, only silence. Sully prepared himself to kick the door in, but Faith shook her head and put her hand on the doorknob. The door opened easily and the officers cautiously entered the apartment. The first thing they saw was the cockatoo, which eyed them curiously from its cage. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was Nieto's bird," Sully murmured, staring at it closely.
"Maybe it is..." Faith stated softly. "He was in their apartment...It would make sense."
"Yeah...yeah it would." Sully stated then turned his attention back to the task at hand. "We'd better search this place."
"You take the bedroom, I'll check out the bathroom," Faith said quietly as she started down the hallway.
Sully nodded and slowly walked into the bedroom. He froze in silent shock when he saw the pictures and newspaper articles, which lined the walls. Some of it went back so many years. When he caught his first glimpse of Ty Senior's name, everything fell into place. Now he was beginning to understand. "Faith!" he shouted. "Faith, get in here."
Faith rushed to Sully's side and her mouth fell open when she saw the pictures and articles everywhere. "Sully...what is this?" she asked.
"Ty's dad," Sully replied softly, his eyes settling on a photograph of his old friend. "It was never about Ty...well not directly anyhow...it was his dad. Ty's father put this freak away and now he's after Ty because of it."
"My God..." Faith breathed, swallowing back sudden nausea when she saw articles about Krista's death and Bosco's shooting. There was even a photograph of Bosco lying on the ground in the cemetery. This man was incredibly sick.
"I'm going to call the detectives in," Sully stated as he reached for his radio. "Hopefully they'll find something that will lead us to Ty..."
******
Seth shifted his weight uncomfortably from his position behind the gazebo. He was getting tired of waiting. If Officer Davis didn't get his ass here soon, he was going to be mighty sorry. Of course...he was going to be sorry even if he did get here. Seth couldn't help chuckling to himself. He reached into a brown paper bag and pulled out a tuna sandwich, then took a healthy bite of it.
As he ate, Seth looked around the estate. It had been many years since he'd been here, but his uncle's family was as predictable as clockwork. They only used the summer home during July and August. The rest of the year it was deserted without even a household staff. When he was a child, he had been invited every year to spend one month during the summer in this house. It had been wonderful, frolicking in the harbor with his cousins, playing tennis, canoeing and just hanging out with his friends...until the summer when he was 15 and he had started seeing one of the local girls, Sheila Bennington. He could still remember her laugh and the cute way she had tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder.
He and Sheila had been inseparable until the night that one thing had led to another and they had made love. It was the first time for both of them. With all the naivety of youth, he had believed they would be together forever. He was never sure exactly how it happened, but the very next day Sheila's father arrived at his uncle's house. After a long discussion behind closed doors, Seth was sent home and was never invited back again. "Go to Hell!" he had screamed from the taxi as he left the estate. It had been the start of his downward spiral. Suddenly, being good didn't seem so important anymore. It was more important to take what he wanted in whatever way he could. He'd never been back until today. And after he had completed his final task, he would burn this damn place to the ground.
Restlessly he shifted his gaze over the property once more and his heartbeat quickened as he saw a black SUV slowly approaching.
******
Ty found his grip tightening on the steering wheel as he maneuvered the SUV towards the house. It was set back away from the other houses, which in itself made him nervous. For a brief moment he considered the possibility of calling Sully to let him know where he was, but in the end he just couldn't do it. He'd already caused his friends more than enough trouble. He parked the vehicle right outside the house and took a few deep breaths as he took in his surroundings. Everything was exceedingly still with no sign of anyone in the vicinity. Turning off the ignition, Ty reached for his revolver, making sure that it was loaded and ready to fire. He cautiously opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Every fiber in his body was tense as he held his revolver out in front of him. He was sure he was being watched, but he just couldn't see anyone. He was beginning to think this was a really bad idea.
******
Seth watched every move Ty made from the moment he drove onto the property until he exited the SUV and started moving slowly and deliberately in the direction of the house. He was making it so easy...almost too easy. Aiming the rifle carefully, Seth waited until Ty was exactly where he wanted him and then slowly squeezed the trigger.
******
The impact of the bullet slamming into his shoulder sent Ty down to the ground, causing him to lose his grip on his weapon. At first he was confused, not even sure what had happened, but as the pain began to hit him, it became very clear. Gritting his teeth, he started to crawl towards his revolver, which was just a couple of feet away. Just as he was about to reach it, a hand snatched the gun up out of his reach. Squinting into the sunlight, Ty looked up to see a totally unfamiliar face.
"Well, Officer Davis," Seth said, smiling cruelly at the helpless young officer lying on the ground. "Finally we meet."