Title: Punish the Children (21/25)
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.
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It was beginning to get dark.
Seth hadn't bothered to turn on any lights when he forced Ty into the house and the darkness had been steadily increasing over the last hour. For the past few hours, Ty had tried everything he could think of to escape. He had twisted and turned his body into all sorts of positions, desperately trying to maneuver himself so that he could reach the cell phone in his pocket. It was all to no avail though. It just wasn't possible. Just knowing the phone was there, but that he couldn't reach it was pure torture. He wondered if Seth was even coming back or if he had decided to just leave him there. The thought of being left to die a long, slow death was terrifying. If he was going to die here, he'd rather it was quick.
As the night wore on, Ty could tell he was running a fever. His head felt hot and he found himself periodically shivering. He was also unbearably thirsty. He'd give anything for just a tiny sip of water. He wished so badly that he had relented and told Sully where he was going. Now he was a prisoner and Seth was still free. He hadn't done anyone any good at all.
******
"Bosco?"
Faith's voice was very soft, but nevertheless it roused Bosco from his sleep. He stirred and opened his eyes, looking back at her sleepily. "Faith...I didn't expect to see you. What time is it?"
"A little after nine. We thought we'd stop in for a bit. Sully went to check in on Carlos."
"I saw him earlier." Bosco pressed the button on his bed, raising it into a sitting position. "He didn't look so hot."
"It's going to take some time," Faith said softly. "So how are you doing? Feeling any better?"
"Yeah, I'm okay," he said with a slight shrug. "I hate being in this place, but...what can ya do? Any word on Davis?"
"No." Faith sat down in the seat by Bosco's bed and shook her head. "And its makin' Sully crazy. I'm afraid if we don't find out somethin' soon, he's going to totally lose it."
"Well you can't blame him," Bosco said. "I mean...I know how I'd feel if somethin' like this happened to you. I wouldn't be very happy about it."
Faith nodded. It was the same for her. "We're just cruisin' the streets, hoping to spot some sign of them, but it's like lookin' for a needle in a haystack. At least we know who we're looking for now, but...its not really helpin'. He could be long gone."
"That's true...but maybe not...it's hard to say," Bosco said.
"It's all so damn frustratin'. I feel like its been forever since I've seen the kids."
"Must be rough," Bosco said sympathetically.
"I just wish we'd get this guy...nothing has been the same since all this started happening and nothing will get back to normal until we get him."
There was a soft knocking on the door and Sully peeked into the room before entering. "Bosco, how are you feeling?" he asked gruffly.
"Hey, Sully. I'm doin' okay," Bosco replied. "I'm sorry to hear about Davis. How are you holdin' up?"
"I'll be better when we find Ty," Sully replied. "Faith? We really need to get back out there. You take care of yourself, Bosco, okay?"
Bosco nodded as Sully turned and headed out of his room. "See ya, Sul." He then turned concerned eyes toward his partner. She looked so disheartened and exhausted. He wished he could do something to help her, but for now, he was pretty much helpless in that regard. "Take care, Faith."
"You take care too, Bos," she said, managing a smile as she started out after Sully. "I'll talk to you soon."
******
"I have a gift for you." Seth smiled as he presented a gift-wrapped box to Ty. "I think you're going to really like this."
Ty shook his head as he cast a doubtful look at the box. "I...I don't think I want it."
"Oh, but you do," Seth replied, his tone smooth and reassuring. "I guarantee that this is the best present you could ever hope to get. It will make all of your dreams come true."
"Really?" He was still skeptical, but Ty accepted the box from Seth and began to untie the red ribbon. He then carefully started to tear off the paper. When all the paper had been removed, he stared at the plain white box with a lid on top of it.
"Open it," Seth demanded.
With trembling hands, Ty reached for the lid and cautiously began to lift it away from the box. When he had done so, he looked inside and what he saw made him back away in horror. "No....no...it can't be...no." His eyes filled with tears of shock and grief as he shook his head in disbelief. This wasn't true. This couldn't be happening. In the box was the decapitated head of his partner, his expression forever frozen in a mask of terror and fear.
"He was so worried about you," Seth stated, the beginnings of a smile touching his lips. "Even when he knew he was going to die, his last thoughts were of you. He wanted you to be okay."
"Sully...no, please, God." Tears streamed down Ty's face as he tried to erase the horrifying image from his mind, but he knew he never could. This was his fault. He had killed his best friend.
******
Ty thrashed around on the floor, still caught up in the nightmare. He finally awakened when the edge of one of the handcuffs dug sharply into his wrist. He opened his eyes, seeing almost total darkness. He was in such an agitated state that he started coughing and choking against the tape covering his mouth and it became difficult to breathe. Fighting against the panic he was feeling, he desperately tried to calm himself down so he could breathe adequately through his nose. It took him a few moments to compose himself and realize that he had been dreaming. His whole body was trembling though and he couldn't seem to stop. He didn't think he'd ever been this scared in his life. He carefully changed his position, rolling onto his back, as far as the handcuffs would allow him, then he gingerly began to bend and unbend his legs. It seemed that every bone and muscle in his body was aching and the pain in his shoulder was especially intense, magnified by his arm being cuffed. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.
*****
"Ty's in trouble."
Sully's voice was so quiet that Faith wasn't even sure he had spoken and she turned to look at him. "Did you say something?"
"He's in trouble. Something's wrong. Something's really wrong. I can feel it."
"Sully..."
"Don't, Faith." Sully shook his head. "Don't tell me everything is going to be okay because we just don't know that and right now...right now I just have a really bad feeling." He pulled the car up in front of Faith's building and parked. A look of sadness passed over his face before he closed his eyes and rested his head on the steering wheel, looking utterly dejected.
Faith looked at him for a long moment, then gently put her arms around him in an attempt to console him.
Sully had been holding it together pretty well up until that moment, but when he felt Faith's comforting embrace, he crumbled, and began to cry for the partner he was so afraid was lost forever.
******
It had been an unbearably long night. Finally giving up her efforts to sleep, Rebecca got out of bed and pulled the curtains away from the window, letting in the bright morning sunlight. Her thoughts kept going back in time to when Seth had been a little boy. When he was very young, he had been almost a perfect child, presenting her with little bouquets of dandelions as if they were the most precious flowers in the world. He'd been so polite and sweet, always helpful, always loving...until he had become a teenager. Then everything had changed. It had all happened after that last summer in the Hamptons...the time he'd been involved with that girl. Rebecca couldn't even remember her name now, but she remembered the effect it had had on her son. Rebecca had tried to reason with her brother, to get him to reconsider his position, but had had refused to budge. Rebecca hadn't really talked to him since. She and her brother had never been all that close and that episode had only served to widen the gulf between them.
The Hamptons... It had all been such a long time ago. Surely Seth had gotten over that by now. There was no way he could have gone there, could he? She thought back to what Officer Yokas had said earlier.
"If there's anything at all you think of that may be of help...no matter how insignificant it may seem, please call us."
She wondered if she should call. She really didn't think this would be of help to anyone. She couldn't imagine Seth was in the Hamptons, but then again...she couldn't have imagined any of this would happen either. Hesitantly she walked over to the bedside table, picked up the telephone then began to dial.
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.
******
It was beginning to get dark.
Seth hadn't bothered to turn on any lights when he forced Ty into the house and the darkness had been steadily increasing over the last hour. For the past few hours, Ty had tried everything he could think of to escape. He had twisted and turned his body into all sorts of positions, desperately trying to maneuver himself so that he could reach the cell phone in his pocket. It was all to no avail though. It just wasn't possible. Just knowing the phone was there, but that he couldn't reach it was pure torture. He wondered if Seth was even coming back or if he had decided to just leave him there. The thought of being left to die a long, slow death was terrifying. If he was going to die here, he'd rather it was quick.
As the night wore on, Ty could tell he was running a fever. His head felt hot and he found himself periodically shivering. He was also unbearably thirsty. He'd give anything for just a tiny sip of water. He wished so badly that he had relented and told Sully where he was going. Now he was a prisoner and Seth was still free. He hadn't done anyone any good at all.
******
"Bosco?"
Faith's voice was very soft, but nevertheless it roused Bosco from his sleep. He stirred and opened his eyes, looking back at her sleepily. "Faith...I didn't expect to see you. What time is it?"
"A little after nine. We thought we'd stop in for a bit. Sully went to check in on Carlos."
"I saw him earlier." Bosco pressed the button on his bed, raising it into a sitting position. "He didn't look so hot."
"It's going to take some time," Faith said softly. "So how are you doing? Feeling any better?"
"Yeah, I'm okay," he said with a slight shrug. "I hate being in this place, but...what can ya do? Any word on Davis?"
"No." Faith sat down in the seat by Bosco's bed and shook her head. "And its makin' Sully crazy. I'm afraid if we don't find out somethin' soon, he's going to totally lose it."
"Well you can't blame him," Bosco said. "I mean...I know how I'd feel if somethin' like this happened to you. I wouldn't be very happy about it."
Faith nodded. It was the same for her. "We're just cruisin' the streets, hoping to spot some sign of them, but it's like lookin' for a needle in a haystack. At least we know who we're looking for now, but...its not really helpin'. He could be long gone."
"That's true...but maybe not...it's hard to say," Bosco said.
"It's all so damn frustratin'. I feel like its been forever since I've seen the kids."
"Must be rough," Bosco said sympathetically.
"I just wish we'd get this guy...nothing has been the same since all this started happening and nothing will get back to normal until we get him."
There was a soft knocking on the door and Sully peeked into the room before entering. "Bosco, how are you feeling?" he asked gruffly.
"Hey, Sully. I'm doin' okay," Bosco replied. "I'm sorry to hear about Davis. How are you holdin' up?"
"I'll be better when we find Ty," Sully replied. "Faith? We really need to get back out there. You take care of yourself, Bosco, okay?"
Bosco nodded as Sully turned and headed out of his room. "See ya, Sul." He then turned concerned eyes toward his partner. She looked so disheartened and exhausted. He wished he could do something to help her, but for now, he was pretty much helpless in that regard. "Take care, Faith."
"You take care too, Bos," she said, managing a smile as she started out after Sully. "I'll talk to you soon."
******
"I have a gift for you." Seth smiled as he presented a gift-wrapped box to Ty. "I think you're going to really like this."
Ty shook his head as he cast a doubtful look at the box. "I...I don't think I want it."
"Oh, but you do," Seth replied, his tone smooth and reassuring. "I guarantee that this is the best present you could ever hope to get. It will make all of your dreams come true."
"Really?" He was still skeptical, but Ty accepted the box from Seth and began to untie the red ribbon. He then carefully started to tear off the paper. When all the paper had been removed, he stared at the plain white box with a lid on top of it.
"Open it," Seth demanded.
With trembling hands, Ty reached for the lid and cautiously began to lift it away from the box. When he had done so, he looked inside and what he saw made him back away in horror. "No....no...it can't be...no." His eyes filled with tears of shock and grief as he shook his head in disbelief. This wasn't true. This couldn't be happening. In the box was the decapitated head of his partner, his expression forever frozen in a mask of terror and fear.
"He was so worried about you," Seth stated, the beginnings of a smile touching his lips. "Even when he knew he was going to die, his last thoughts were of you. He wanted you to be okay."
"Sully...no, please, God." Tears streamed down Ty's face as he tried to erase the horrifying image from his mind, but he knew he never could. This was his fault. He had killed his best friend.
******
Ty thrashed around on the floor, still caught up in the nightmare. He finally awakened when the edge of one of the handcuffs dug sharply into his wrist. He opened his eyes, seeing almost total darkness. He was in such an agitated state that he started coughing and choking against the tape covering his mouth and it became difficult to breathe. Fighting against the panic he was feeling, he desperately tried to calm himself down so he could breathe adequately through his nose. It took him a few moments to compose himself and realize that he had been dreaming. His whole body was trembling though and he couldn't seem to stop. He didn't think he'd ever been this scared in his life. He carefully changed his position, rolling onto his back, as far as the handcuffs would allow him, then he gingerly began to bend and unbend his legs. It seemed that every bone and muscle in his body was aching and the pain in his shoulder was especially intense, magnified by his arm being cuffed. He didn't know what to do. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.
*****
"Ty's in trouble."
Sully's voice was so quiet that Faith wasn't even sure he had spoken and she turned to look at him. "Did you say something?"
"He's in trouble. Something's wrong. Something's really wrong. I can feel it."
"Sully..."
"Don't, Faith." Sully shook his head. "Don't tell me everything is going to be okay because we just don't know that and right now...right now I just have a really bad feeling." He pulled the car up in front of Faith's building and parked. A look of sadness passed over his face before he closed his eyes and rested his head on the steering wheel, looking utterly dejected.
Faith looked at him for a long moment, then gently put her arms around him in an attempt to console him.
Sully had been holding it together pretty well up until that moment, but when he felt Faith's comforting embrace, he crumbled, and began to cry for the partner he was so afraid was lost forever.
******
It had been an unbearably long night. Finally giving up her efforts to sleep, Rebecca got out of bed and pulled the curtains away from the window, letting in the bright morning sunlight. Her thoughts kept going back in time to when Seth had been a little boy. When he was very young, he had been almost a perfect child, presenting her with little bouquets of dandelions as if they were the most precious flowers in the world. He'd been so polite and sweet, always helpful, always loving...until he had become a teenager. Then everything had changed. It had all happened after that last summer in the Hamptons...the time he'd been involved with that girl. Rebecca couldn't even remember her name now, but she remembered the effect it had had on her son. Rebecca had tried to reason with her brother, to get him to reconsider his position, but had had refused to budge. Rebecca hadn't really talked to him since. She and her brother had never been all that close and that episode had only served to widen the gulf between them.
The Hamptons... It had all been such a long time ago. Surely Seth had gotten over that by now. There was no way he could have gone there, could he? She thought back to what Officer Yokas had said earlier.
"If there's anything at all you think of that may be of help...no matter how insignificant it may seem, please call us."
She wondered if she should call. She really didn't think this would be of help to anyone. She couldn't imagine Seth was in the Hamptons, but then again...she couldn't have imagined any of this would happen either. Hesitantly she walked over to the bedside table, picked up the telephone then began to dial.