Title: Punish the Children (22/?)
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 the feedback. Hope you guys are still liking this one :)
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Sully had a very restless night. After he had driven Faith home, he had almost given in to the overwhelming urge to head to the nearest bar and drink himself into oblivion.
He hadn't done it though. He'd thought of Ty, somewhere out there, maybe hurt, maybe even dead, and he just couldn't go through with it. He knew how disappointed his partner would be if he did. Until he found Ty...until he knew for sure what had happened to him, he needed to try to keep himself together.
Early the next morning, Sully got up out of bed and headed immediately into the shower. He hoped that the pelting jets of hot water could serve to clear his mind and somehow help him think of a way to find his partner. He had just finished dressing when a knock sounded on the front door to his apartment. His heart leapt at the possibility that Ty had returned. "Who is it?" he called as he trotted over to the door.
"It's Maggie."
Maggie...damn. This was definitely not the way he wanted to start his day. Taking a deep breath, Sully reluctantly opened the door to reveal Ty's mom, accompanied by Phil Winthrop, one of the officers assigned to protect Ty's family.
"Where is he?" Maggie demanded, her eyes blazing as she pushed her way past Sully into his apartment.
"I'm sorry, Sul," Phil said, shrugging his shoulders. "She was very insistent that I bring her here...she wasn't about to take no for an answer."
"It's okay," Sully muttered as he met his colleague's gaze. "You want to come in, have some coffee or something?"
Phil considered that only for a moment before shaking his head. "That's okay, Sully...I think I'll wait out here...give you two a chance to talk."
Sully nodded. "Okay...let me know if you need anything." He closed the door to his apartment, leaving Phil to stand guard in the hall, and turned to face Maggie.
"Where is Ty?" Maggie asked. "I haven't heard from him and he isn't answering his phone. What's going on, John?"
"Maggie..." Sully reached for her arm, in an attempt to guide her to the couch, but Maggie pulled away.
"Where is my son? Tell me."
"I..." Sully looked back at Maggie uneasily. He hadn't wanted to tell her like this. Truthfully, he was hoping they would find Ty before he had to tell her at all, but that just wasn't going to happen. "I'm not sure where he is..."
"No." Maggie shook her head, filled with dread and fear at Sully's words. "What do you mean you don't know where he is?" she asked, her eyes brimming with tears. "You...you were supposed to stay with him, weren't you? You...you were supposed to protect him. How...how did this happen? How?'
He half expected her to slap him, the way she had when she had arrived at the hospital over a year ago, that horrible day when Ty had been shot. He almost wished she would. It would be far preferable to the way she was looking at him now, with accusation in her eyes.
"I lost him, Maggie...I lost him. He...he went to meet the guy...we don't know where."
She balled her hands into fists, tightly clenched at her sides. "Why? Why didn't you tell me? I...he's my son, John... I had a right to know."
"I know you did, Maggie," he said, shrugging apologetically, as he cast his eyes down at the floor. "I just...I'm sorry...I couldn't tell you."
Her initial anger had diminished as quickly as it came. Appearing deflated, Maggie slowly made her way to the couch and sat down. Sully watched her for a moment before he followed and sat down beside her. "Do you have any idea where he might be?" she asked shakily as she folded her hands in her lap.
"Not yet," Sully said reproachfully. "But...we know who it is at least..."
Maggie studied Sully closely. There was obviously more to this story and it was like pulling teeth to get it out of Sully. "Just tell me...please..."
"Okay...but its not going to be easy to hear," Sully began slowly. "All of this has been because of a perp that Ty Senior put away years ago. He got out of jail and...well this is his revenge...since he couldn't go after the father...he decided to go after the son..."
"But...that's just so wrong...I..." Maggie nervously stared down at her lap where her hands were now tightly clasped together. She couldn't even comprehend how this was happening, all because of something that had happened when Ty had been a child. This man, whoever he was, was sick. He needed to be stopped. They had to stop him before they hurt her son. She couldn't bear the thought of something happening to him. She raised her head and looked at Sully with tears spilling from her eyes. "Please, John...please bring my baby home to me..."
******
Ty was abruptly awakened from his sleep by the sharp pain of the tape being ripped from his face. "Rise and shine!" Seth called cheerily.
"Fuck you!" Ty tried to shout, but it came out more like a hoarse croak, his voice rough from sleep and lack of moisture.
Seth laughed. "Well, good morning to you too, sunshine.
Ty just glared back at Seth, wishing he could wring the bastard's neck.
"Guess you're not a morning person." Seth reached for a bag on the floor and opened it, pulling out a bottle of spring water. "I'd imagine you're pretty thirst by now," he said as he opened the bottle and raised it to his lips, tilting back his head as he took a long drink. "Mmmm...icy cold, just how I like it."
Ty eyed the bottle of water longingly. He was unbearably thirsty, but he knew in his heart that Seth was just toying with him, that he had no intention of giving Ty any of the water.
"So are you thirsty?" Seth taunted, holding the water up over Ty's head. "Bet you'd love some of this, wouldn't you."
"Yeah I'm thirsty," Ty responded, "but we both know you're not sharing so why don't you give it a rest."
Seth put his hand over his chest, a mock wounded look on his face. "Officer Davis, you cut me to the quick! I had every intention of sharing this lovely, thirst-quenching treat with you, but now...well I just don't think you'll appreciate it."
"Go to Hell," Ty murmured irritably. He was still feverish and the throbbing pain in his shoulder had become unrelenting. He hoped that eventually he would just lose consciousness. Then at least this would be easier.
"I expect I will go to Hell," Seth said with a smirk. "People like me generally do, unless there isn't a Hell, and then there won't really be a problem. How about you, Officer Davis...will I see you in Hell as well? Or will you be flying around up above with a harp and a halo?"
Ty shifted his position, unsuccessfully trying to hide the grimace of pain that crossed his face. It was impossible to find a comfortable position on this hard, cold floor.
"Awww...poor Officer Davis," Seth crooned. "Not feeling really good, are we? Well no matter. I do have some good news for you if you'd care to hear it."
'He's just messing with you,' Ty thought to himself, not wanting to allow himself to take the bait. 'Don't let him do this to you. Just ignore the son of a bitch.'
"Don't you want to know?" Seth smiled eagerly down at the officer on the floor. This was such fun, more fun than he had had in many, many years. It was a pity it was going to end soon, but then again, all good things came to an end. It was just the way life was.
"No," he whispered, shuddering slightly as he remembered his nightmare from the night before. He couldn't respond to this man. He couldn't allow himself to feed into this.
"It's about your roommate, Carlos Nieto. That's his name isn't it?"
Ty raised his head quickly, unable to stop himself from doing so. He looked into Seth's eyes, so cruel, so eager to torture him. "That's his name," he said softly. "Wh...what about him?"
Seth squatted on the floor next to Ty and placed his hand on Ty's wounded shoulder, squeezing it so hard that it brought involuntary tears of pain to Ty's eyes. "Well there's good news and there's bad news," Seth began as he finally removed his hand from Ty's shoulder. "I'll give you the bad news first. Unfortunately, he took a turn for the worse last night. I'm afraid there was nothing they could do for him...Mr. Nieto passed away early this morning."
Ty shook his head in disbelief, fighting back a wave of nausea. "You're lying."
Seth shook his head sadly. "What reason would I have to lie to you? Such a young man...It truly is a shame. Did I tell you I have his bird? I took it the day I set fire to his apartment. It's really quite lovely though the constant squawking can be annoying at times "
"Don't'..." Ty said, his voice beginning to break with emotion. "Don't you dare say that. You did this. You did all of this..."
"Yes...yes I did, didn't I?" Seth chuckled. "If you could see only see the look on your face. You look like you're about ready to rip my head off."
"Why don't you take these cuffs off and see?" Ty challenged.
"Ummmm..." Seth pretended to consider Ty's request and then shook his head, laughing. "No. I don't think so, but it was a good try. Now I know you're broken up about the bad news, but you haven't asked me about the good news."
Ty remained silent, his expression bleak with grief over Carlos' fate. He wasn't going to play these games. He didn't really care anymore.
"Well I'll tell you anyhow," Seth stated, a little bit perturbed that Ty wasn't rising to the bait. "Carlos may be dead, but truth is, you're going to be seeing him very soon. Krista too. You remember her, don't you? So pretty, so sweet...so...well dead now."
"Shut up!" Ty shouted, shooting a murderous look in Seth's direction. "Just shut the fuck up. Don't you dare mention her name. Don't you mention any of them."
"Or what?" Seth sighed and shook his head. "You're hardly in a position to be making threats. Well as fun as this has all been, and it has been fun, unfortunately it's about time for it to end. I'm afraid we might not have covered our tracks as well as we could have, my fault, not yours. In any case...you and Carlos are going to have even more in common very soon. He died as the result of a fire and that's going to be your fate as well."
Seth got to his feet and walked over to the bag, this time removing a container of Kerosene. "You...me...this house," he whispered reverently, his eyes shining brightly, "we're all going to go up in a blaze of glory..."
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 the feedback. Hope you guys are still liking this one :)
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Sully had a very restless night. After he had driven Faith home, he had almost given in to the overwhelming urge to head to the nearest bar and drink himself into oblivion.
He hadn't done it though. He'd thought of Ty, somewhere out there, maybe hurt, maybe even dead, and he just couldn't go through with it. He knew how disappointed his partner would be if he did. Until he found Ty...until he knew for sure what had happened to him, he needed to try to keep himself together.
Early the next morning, Sully got up out of bed and headed immediately into the shower. He hoped that the pelting jets of hot water could serve to clear his mind and somehow help him think of a way to find his partner. He had just finished dressing when a knock sounded on the front door to his apartment. His heart leapt at the possibility that Ty had returned. "Who is it?" he called as he trotted over to the door.
"It's Maggie."
Maggie...damn. This was definitely not the way he wanted to start his day. Taking a deep breath, Sully reluctantly opened the door to reveal Ty's mom, accompanied by Phil Winthrop, one of the officers assigned to protect Ty's family.
"Where is he?" Maggie demanded, her eyes blazing as she pushed her way past Sully into his apartment.
"I'm sorry, Sul," Phil said, shrugging his shoulders. "She was very insistent that I bring her here...she wasn't about to take no for an answer."
"It's okay," Sully muttered as he met his colleague's gaze. "You want to come in, have some coffee or something?"
Phil considered that only for a moment before shaking his head. "That's okay, Sully...I think I'll wait out here...give you two a chance to talk."
Sully nodded. "Okay...let me know if you need anything." He closed the door to his apartment, leaving Phil to stand guard in the hall, and turned to face Maggie.
"Where is Ty?" Maggie asked. "I haven't heard from him and he isn't answering his phone. What's going on, John?"
"Maggie..." Sully reached for her arm, in an attempt to guide her to the couch, but Maggie pulled away.
"Where is my son? Tell me."
"I..." Sully looked back at Maggie uneasily. He hadn't wanted to tell her like this. Truthfully, he was hoping they would find Ty before he had to tell her at all, but that just wasn't going to happen. "I'm not sure where he is..."
"No." Maggie shook her head, filled with dread and fear at Sully's words. "What do you mean you don't know where he is?" she asked, her eyes brimming with tears. "You...you were supposed to stay with him, weren't you? You...you were supposed to protect him. How...how did this happen? How?'
He half expected her to slap him, the way she had when she had arrived at the hospital over a year ago, that horrible day when Ty had been shot. He almost wished she would. It would be far preferable to the way she was looking at him now, with accusation in her eyes.
"I lost him, Maggie...I lost him. He...he went to meet the guy...we don't know where."
She balled her hands into fists, tightly clenched at her sides. "Why? Why didn't you tell me? I...he's my son, John... I had a right to know."
"I know you did, Maggie," he said, shrugging apologetically, as he cast his eyes down at the floor. "I just...I'm sorry...I couldn't tell you."
Her initial anger had diminished as quickly as it came. Appearing deflated, Maggie slowly made her way to the couch and sat down. Sully watched her for a moment before he followed and sat down beside her. "Do you have any idea where he might be?" she asked shakily as she folded her hands in her lap.
"Not yet," Sully said reproachfully. "But...we know who it is at least..."
Maggie studied Sully closely. There was obviously more to this story and it was like pulling teeth to get it out of Sully. "Just tell me...please..."
"Okay...but its not going to be easy to hear," Sully began slowly. "All of this has been because of a perp that Ty Senior put away years ago. He got out of jail and...well this is his revenge...since he couldn't go after the father...he decided to go after the son..."
"But...that's just so wrong...I..." Maggie nervously stared down at her lap where her hands were now tightly clasped together. She couldn't even comprehend how this was happening, all because of something that had happened when Ty had been a child. This man, whoever he was, was sick. He needed to be stopped. They had to stop him before they hurt her son. She couldn't bear the thought of something happening to him. She raised her head and looked at Sully with tears spilling from her eyes. "Please, John...please bring my baby home to me..."
******
Ty was abruptly awakened from his sleep by the sharp pain of the tape being ripped from his face. "Rise and shine!" Seth called cheerily.
"Fuck you!" Ty tried to shout, but it came out more like a hoarse croak, his voice rough from sleep and lack of moisture.
Seth laughed. "Well, good morning to you too, sunshine.
Ty just glared back at Seth, wishing he could wring the bastard's neck.
"Guess you're not a morning person." Seth reached for a bag on the floor and opened it, pulling out a bottle of spring water. "I'd imagine you're pretty thirst by now," he said as he opened the bottle and raised it to his lips, tilting back his head as he took a long drink. "Mmmm...icy cold, just how I like it."
Ty eyed the bottle of water longingly. He was unbearably thirsty, but he knew in his heart that Seth was just toying with him, that he had no intention of giving Ty any of the water.
"So are you thirsty?" Seth taunted, holding the water up over Ty's head. "Bet you'd love some of this, wouldn't you."
"Yeah I'm thirsty," Ty responded, "but we both know you're not sharing so why don't you give it a rest."
Seth put his hand over his chest, a mock wounded look on his face. "Officer Davis, you cut me to the quick! I had every intention of sharing this lovely, thirst-quenching treat with you, but now...well I just don't think you'll appreciate it."
"Go to Hell," Ty murmured irritably. He was still feverish and the throbbing pain in his shoulder had become unrelenting. He hoped that eventually he would just lose consciousness. Then at least this would be easier.
"I expect I will go to Hell," Seth said with a smirk. "People like me generally do, unless there isn't a Hell, and then there won't really be a problem. How about you, Officer Davis...will I see you in Hell as well? Or will you be flying around up above with a harp and a halo?"
Ty shifted his position, unsuccessfully trying to hide the grimace of pain that crossed his face. It was impossible to find a comfortable position on this hard, cold floor.
"Awww...poor Officer Davis," Seth crooned. "Not feeling really good, are we? Well no matter. I do have some good news for you if you'd care to hear it."
'He's just messing with you,' Ty thought to himself, not wanting to allow himself to take the bait. 'Don't let him do this to you. Just ignore the son of a bitch.'
"Don't you want to know?" Seth smiled eagerly down at the officer on the floor. This was such fun, more fun than he had had in many, many years. It was a pity it was going to end soon, but then again, all good things came to an end. It was just the way life was.
"No," he whispered, shuddering slightly as he remembered his nightmare from the night before. He couldn't respond to this man. He couldn't allow himself to feed into this.
"It's about your roommate, Carlos Nieto. That's his name isn't it?"
Ty raised his head quickly, unable to stop himself from doing so. He looked into Seth's eyes, so cruel, so eager to torture him. "That's his name," he said softly. "Wh...what about him?"
Seth squatted on the floor next to Ty and placed his hand on Ty's wounded shoulder, squeezing it so hard that it brought involuntary tears of pain to Ty's eyes. "Well there's good news and there's bad news," Seth began as he finally removed his hand from Ty's shoulder. "I'll give you the bad news first. Unfortunately, he took a turn for the worse last night. I'm afraid there was nothing they could do for him...Mr. Nieto passed away early this morning."
Ty shook his head in disbelief, fighting back a wave of nausea. "You're lying."
Seth shook his head sadly. "What reason would I have to lie to you? Such a young man...It truly is a shame. Did I tell you I have his bird? I took it the day I set fire to his apartment. It's really quite lovely though the constant squawking can be annoying at times "
"Don't'..." Ty said, his voice beginning to break with emotion. "Don't you dare say that. You did this. You did all of this..."
"Yes...yes I did, didn't I?" Seth chuckled. "If you could see only see the look on your face. You look like you're about ready to rip my head off."
"Why don't you take these cuffs off and see?" Ty challenged.
"Ummmm..." Seth pretended to consider Ty's request and then shook his head, laughing. "No. I don't think so, but it was a good try. Now I know you're broken up about the bad news, but you haven't asked me about the good news."
Ty remained silent, his expression bleak with grief over Carlos' fate. He wasn't going to play these games. He didn't really care anymore.
"Well I'll tell you anyhow," Seth stated, a little bit perturbed that Ty wasn't rising to the bait. "Carlos may be dead, but truth is, you're going to be seeing him very soon. Krista too. You remember her, don't you? So pretty, so sweet...so...well dead now."
"Shut up!" Ty shouted, shooting a murderous look in Seth's direction. "Just shut the fuck up. Don't you dare mention her name. Don't you mention any of them."
"Or what?" Seth sighed and shook his head. "You're hardly in a position to be making threats. Well as fun as this has all been, and it has been fun, unfortunately it's about time for it to end. I'm afraid we might not have covered our tracks as well as we could have, my fault, not yours. In any case...you and Carlos are going to have even more in common very soon. He died as the result of a fire and that's going to be your fate as well."
Seth got to his feet and walked over to the bag, this time removing a container of Kerosene. "You...me...this house," he whispered reverently, his eyes shining brightly, "we're all going to go up in a blaze of glory..."