Title: Punish the Children (23/?)
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: Winding down now - just one or two more chapters I think :) As always, thanks so much for all your nice comments. I've really appreciated them.
*****
The helicopter ride seemed to take forever even though it was relatively quick. Sully followed Faith and Lieutenant Swersky to where a patrol car was parked and waiting for them.
"Lieutenant Swerksy?" A middle-aged uniformed officer, standing beside the car, questioned as he held out his hand. "I'm Lieutenant Ed Conroy."
"Thank you for meeting us," Swersky said as he briefly shook the other man's hand. "This is Officer Sullivan and Officer Yokas."
Lieutenant Conroy nodded at Sully and Faith and the four officers quickly got into the RMP.
"How far is it?" Sully asked as Conroy put the key in the ignition and they started on their way.
"Not too far," Conroy replied. "Maybe about 15 or 20 minutes."
Sully nodded. It was 15 or 20 minutes too long as far as he was concerned. His stomach was churning with anxiety and frustration about Ty's fate. Maggie had still been with him at the apartment when he had received the call about Mrs. Waters' thought that Seth could be in the Hamptons. She hadn't sounded all that optimistic, but they had jumped on it. No matter how slight a lead it was, it was still a lead. "Call me when you know," Maggie had said to him, her eyes full of both fear and hope. He prayed he would be able to call her with good news. That was all he wanted.
Sully found himself becoming more and more apprehensive the closer they were getting to their destination. For all they knew, Ty wasn't even there, but somewhere, deep in the pit of his stomach, Sully felt that they were on the right track. He had a strong feeling that this was where Ty had gone, but he had no idea what they were going to find when they got there. He was filled with dread at the thought that Ty had already been killed. 'Don't think like that,' he admonished himself. 'He's fine. He's okay.' Negative thoughts weren't going to help. He needed to stay positive. He had to believe that Ty was still alive and that they were going to get to him in time.
Faith was lost in her own thoughts as she gazed out the window of the moving vehicle. The homes and landscapes they were passing by were like nothing she had seen before. It was like a whole other world, something you only see on television or in the movies. This was the kind of place she would have loved to bring Fred and the kids. Not a chance in hell of that happening though. She had never imagined she'd even have cause to pass through the Hamptons, certainly not under these kinds of circumstances. She just hoped that this was the break they were looking for that would lead them to Ty, safe and sound. She didn't think any of them could take any more pain.
"I think that's it up ahead," Conroy said as he began to slow down. Four sets of eyes gazed in the direction of the house, all hopeful that it contained the answers they were looking for.
******
"You...you're going to light this place up?" Ty's eyes widened with panic and he suddenly felt violently sick to his stomach. He found himself straining desperately against the handcuffs, even knowing it was a futile gesture.
"Oh yeah...It's going to be great," Seth exclaimed enthusiastically. "Quite a way to go, don't you think? Maybe you'll even get your picture in the paper again. You've been quite the popular guy with the press, you and all your friends. This will be one final hurrah. It's not everyone who gets so much recognition right before they die. I'll be in the paper too - finally I'm getting what I've always deserved."
"You're really crazy, you know that?" Ty had always known he could be killed in the line of duty. His father's death had brought it home for him in a way like no other. But this...this was something entirely different. He didn't want to die this way, handcuffed to a banister in some ritzy house in the Hamptons. He couldn't even imagine what it would do to his mother...to Sully...God, he didn't even want to think about it.
"Yeah...yeah I do know that," Seth smiled as he opened the kerosene container and began to splash the liquid on the floor. "Everyone knew I was nuts in prison. 'Screwy Seth,' that's what they called me."
"Doesn't say much for the prison system that they let you out of there, now does it?" Ty asked, a slight tremor in his voice. He couldn't take his eyes off Seth as he walked around the room, dousing kerosene everywhere. God...as much as he might deserve it, after what had happened to Krista, to Bosco, to Carlos...he didn't want to die this way. He just didn't.
"The prison system sucks," Seth snarled, momentarily pausing to glare back at Ty. "Penned up like animals... Nobody deserves that."
Ty raised an eyebrow incredulously. "You don't deserve it? You've got to be kidding me."
"No I'm not kidding you," Seth said angrily as he resumed his task. "And you'd better keep your mouth closed or I'll tape it shut for you again."
Ty stopped speaking, but continued to follow Seth with his eyes as he moved across the room. He never thought he could die having so many regrets. He had done so many things wrong, especially now towards the end. The only good thing to come out of this, was that Seth intended to go up in flames as well. At least Ty's family and friends would be safe. It just tore him up that Krista and Carlos were innocent victims in all of this. They were dead just because they had the misfortune to know him. He prayed that Bosco would continue to do well and would get through what had happened without complications. He didn't think he could take another death on his conscience. Not that he would even know if Bosco died...well maybe he would. He just wasn't sure. He really wasn't sure of anything anymore.
He let his eyes flutter shut, trying to summon up all his inner strength to get through what was to come. He had always been afraid of fire, ever since he was a little kid. When he was only eight years old, a house in his neighborhood had gone up in flames. The entire family had burned to death, including one of his friends. The neighborhood had been broken up over it for a very long time. Even after the house was rebuilt and a new family moved in, the memory of what had happened there lived on. He had never forgotten the horror of that day. He didn't want to die like this, but he was resigned to it happening. He just hoped that he would be overcome by smoke before his body began to burn...
******
"Well, someone is here," Sully murmured, eyeing the SUV parked out in front of the house. Mrs. Waters had told them the house would most likely be deserted. "Hopefully that's a good sign."
Conroy spoke into his radio. "Malloy and Finneran, drive around to the back of the house. Don't let anyone leave the premises." He then turned toward Swersky. "How do you want to handle this?"
"Let's try to get in close to the house," Swersky replied. "There are lots of windows. Let's see what we can see."
"Let me go." Sully was out of the car before anyone had a chance to say a word. His heart beating rapidly, he headed towards the house. He maneuvered himself through the bushes and pressed himself up against the side of the house, then slowly moved his head toward the window to try to peek inside. At first, he didn't see anyone, but then he caught a glimpse of Ty. Sully breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his partner was still alive. He was partially hidden from view behind a sofa and looked like he was bound somehow, but he was alive and that was all that mattered right now.
He turned on his radio and spoke quietly into it. "He's in there, boss. No sign of anyone else so far...no wait..." He had spoken too soon. Sully watched as Waters came into view. "Waters is in there with him...he's..." Sully strained to see exactly what the man was doing. His heart went into his throat as it dawned on him what was about to happen. "He's going to set this place on fire. We've got to get in there. Now."
******
"Have you made your peace with this world, Officer Davis?" Seth took some rags from the bag and poured the remainder of the kerosene on top of them. "Unfortunately kerosene doesn't burn as fast as other accelerants. You might not die as quickly, but die you will and perhaps I'll see you in Hell. If you don't end up there, maybe you'll stop by for a visit."
Ty's eyes were glazed with fear, but he remained silent. He wasn't going to give this freak a response. He didn't deserve one. It would all be over soon... Taking a deep breath, he bowed his head and silently began to pray, for himself...for those who had gone before him and for those he was going to leave behind...
With an expression of madness on his face, Seth took a book of matches from his pocket. This was going to be so good....
The next few seconds, everything happened at once. Ty had squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see the flames engulf them, but he opened them when the front door burst open. "Stop! Police! Put your hands behind your head. Now!"
Ty blinked incredulously when he saw Sully, Faith and Lieutenant Swersky enter the room. Seth attempted to light one of the matches, but Sully tackled him to the floor before he got a chance to do so, then held him down while Faith cuffed him.
"Let go of me you bastards!" Seth screamed as he struggled against them.
"Get him out of here," Sully yelled as he hurried over to his partner, quickly taking in the torn shirt and blood-stained bandage on his shoulder. "Ty...you're hurt. What happened?"
"I...he shot me..." Ty shook his head, overcome with emotion. He still couldn't quite believe that help had arrived, that he was actually safe. "I...Sul...how...how did you find me? I..."
"Shh...We'll talk about it later," Sully said gently. "Let's see about getting these cuffs off you and getting you out of here."
Faith walked over to them, a smile on her face. "How are you doing?" she asked, looking down at Ty. "We're sure glad we found you."
"Yeah...yeah I'm kind of glad you found me, too," Ty said, returning Faith's smile as he looked up at her.
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: Winding down now - just one or two more chapters I think :) As always, thanks so much for all your nice comments. I've really appreciated them.
*****
The helicopter ride seemed to take forever even though it was relatively quick. Sully followed Faith and Lieutenant Swersky to where a patrol car was parked and waiting for them.
"Lieutenant Swerksy?" A middle-aged uniformed officer, standing beside the car, questioned as he held out his hand. "I'm Lieutenant Ed Conroy."
"Thank you for meeting us," Swersky said as he briefly shook the other man's hand. "This is Officer Sullivan and Officer Yokas."
Lieutenant Conroy nodded at Sully and Faith and the four officers quickly got into the RMP.
"How far is it?" Sully asked as Conroy put the key in the ignition and they started on their way.
"Not too far," Conroy replied. "Maybe about 15 or 20 minutes."
Sully nodded. It was 15 or 20 minutes too long as far as he was concerned. His stomach was churning with anxiety and frustration about Ty's fate. Maggie had still been with him at the apartment when he had received the call about Mrs. Waters' thought that Seth could be in the Hamptons. She hadn't sounded all that optimistic, but they had jumped on it. No matter how slight a lead it was, it was still a lead. "Call me when you know," Maggie had said to him, her eyes full of both fear and hope. He prayed he would be able to call her with good news. That was all he wanted.
Sully found himself becoming more and more apprehensive the closer they were getting to their destination. For all they knew, Ty wasn't even there, but somewhere, deep in the pit of his stomach, Sully felt that they were on the right track. He had a strong feeling that this was where Ty had gone, but he had no idea what they were going to find when they got there. He was filled with dread at the thought that Ty had already been killed. 'Don't think like that,' he admonished himself. 'He's fine. He's okay.' Negative thoughts weren't going to help. He needed to stay positive. He had to believe that Ty was still alive and that they were going to get to him in time.
Faith was lost in her own thoughts as she gazed out the window of the moving vehicle. The homes and landscapes they were passing by were like nothing she had seen before. It was like a whole other world, something you only see on television or in the movies. This was the kind of place she would have loved to bring Fred and the kids. Not a chance in hell of that happening though. She had never imagined she'd even have cause to pass through the Hamptons, certainly not under these kinds of circumstances. She just hoped that this was the break they were looking for that would lead them to Ty, safe and sound. She didn't think any of them could take any more pain.
"I think that's it up ahead," Conroy said as he began to slow down. Four sets of eyes gazed in the direction of the house, all hopeful that it contained the answers they were looking for.
******
"You...you're going to light this place up?" Ty's eyes widened with panic and he suddenly felt violently sick to his stomach. He found himself straining desperately against the handcuffs, even knowing it was a futile gesture.
"Oh yeah...It's going to be great," Seth exclaimed enthusiastically. "Quite a way to go, don't you think? Maybe you'll even get your picture in the paper again. You've been quite the popular guy with the press, you and all your friends. This will be one final hurrah. It's not everyone who gets so much recognition right before they die. I'll be in the paper too - finally I'm getting what I've always deserved."
"You're really crazy, you know that?" Ty had always known he could be killed in the line of duty. His father's death had brought it home for him in a way like no other. But this...this was something entirely different. He didn't want to die this way, handcuffed to a banister in some ritzy house in the Hamptons. He couldn't even imagine what it would do to his mother...to Sully...God, he didn't even want to think about it.
"Yeah...yeah I do know that," Seth smiled as he opened the kerosene container and began to splash the liquid on the floor. "Everyone knew I was nuts in prison. 'Screwy Seth,' that's what they called me."
"Doesn't say much for the prison system that they let you out of there, now does it?" Ty asked, a slight tremor in his voice. He couldn't take his eyes off Seth as he walked around the room, dousing kerosene everywhere. God...as much as he might deserve it, after what had happened to Krista, to Bosco, to Carlos...he didn't want to die this way. He just didn't.
"The prison system sucks," Seth snarled, momentarily pausing to glare back at Ty. "Penned up like animals... Nobody deserves that."
Ty raised an eyebrow incredulously. "You don't deserve it? You've got to be kidding me."
"No I'm not kidding you," Seth said angrily as he resumed his task. "And you'd better keep your mouth closed or I'll tape it shut for you again."
Ty stopped speaking, but continued to follow Seth with his eyes as he moved across the room. He never thought he could die having so many regrets. He had done so many things wrong, especially now towards the end. The only good thing to come out of this, was that Seth intended to go up in flames as well. At least Ty's family and friends would be safe. It just tore him up that Krista and Carlos were innocent victims in all of this. They were dead just because they had the misfortune to know him. He prayed that Bosco would continue to do well and would get through what had happened without complications. He didn't think he could take another death on his conscience. Not that he would even know if Bosco died...well maybe he would. He just wasn't sure. He really wasn't sure of anything anymore.
He let his eyes flutter shut, trying to summon up all his inner strength to get through what was to come. He had always been afraid of fire, ever since he was a little kid. When he was only eight years old, a house in his neighborhood had gone up in flames. The entire family had burned to death, including one of his friends. The neighborhood had been broken up over it for a very long time. Even after the house was rebuilt and a new family moved in, the memory of what had happened there lived on. He had never forgotten the horror of that day. He didn't want to die like this, but he was resigned to it happening. He just hoped that he would be overcome by smoke before his body began to burn...
******
"Well, someone is here," Sully murmured, eyeing the SUV parked out in front of the house. Mrs. Waters had told them the house would most likely be deserted. "Hopefully that's a good sign."
Conroy spoke into his radio. "Malloy and Finneran, drive around to the back of the house. Don't let anyone leave the premises." He then turned toward Swersky. "How do you want to handle this?"
"Let's try to get in close to the house," Swersky replied. "There are lots of windows. Let's see what we can see."
"Let me go." Sully was out of the car before anyone had a chance to say a word. His heart beating rapidly, he headed towards the house. He maneuvered himself through the bushes and pressed himself up against the side of the house, then slowly moved his head toward the window to try to peek inside. At first, he didn't see anyone, but then he caught a glimpse of Ty. Sully breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his partner was still alive. He was partially hidden from view behind a sofa and looked like he was bound somehow, but he was alive and that was all that mattered right now.
He turned on his radio and spoke quietly into it. "He's in there, boss. No sign of anyone else so far...no wait..." He had spoken too soon. Sully watched as Waters came into view. "Waters is in there with him...he's..." Sully strained to see exactly what the man was doing. His heart went into his throat as it dawned on him what was about to happen. "He's going to set this place on fire. We've got to get in there. Now."
******
"Have you made your peace with this world, Officer Davis?" Seth took some rags from the bag and poured the remainder of the kerosene on top of them. "Unfortunately kerosene doesn't burn as fast as other accelerants. You might not die as quickly, but die you will and perhaps I'll see you in Hell. If you don't end up there, maybe you'll stop by for a visit."
Ty's eyes were glazed with fear, but he remained silent. He wasn't going to give this freak a response. He didn't deserve one. It would all be over soon... Taking a deep breath, he bowed his head and silently began to pray, for himself...for those who had gone before him and for those he was going to leave behind...
With an expression of madness on his face, Seth took a book of matches from his pocket. This was going to be so good....
The next few seconds, everything happened at once. Ty had squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to see the flames engulf them, but he opened them when the front door burst open. "Stop! Police! Put your hands behind your head. Now!"
Ty blinked incredulously when he saw Sully, Faith and Lieutenant Swersky enter the room. Seth attempted to light one of the matches, but Sully tackled him to the floor before he got a chance to do so, then held him down while Faith cuffed him.
"Let go of me you bastards!" Seth screamed as he struggled against them.
"Get him out of here," Sully yelled as he hurried over to his partner, quickly taking in the torn shirt and blood-stained bandage on his shoulder. "Ty...you're hurt. What happened?"
"I...he shot me..." Ty shook his head, overcome with emotion. He still couldn't quite believe that help had arrived, that he was actually safe. "I...Sul...how...how did you find me? I..."
"Shh...We'll talk about it later," Sully said gently. "Let's see about getting these cuffs off you and getting you out of here."
Faith walked over to them, a smile on her face. "How are you doing?" she asked, looking down at Ty. "We're sure glad we found you."
"Yeah...yeah I'm kind of glad you found me, too," Ty said, returning Faith's smile as he looked up at her.