Revenge
Chapter 44
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Faith walked in the door to a quiet apartment. She was disappointed that Fred wasn't up, but then realized how late it was and forgave him. He'd been worried to death about her and this was the first night he could get a decent night's sleep - he knew she was safe from that psycho, Peterson, and knew that she wasn't working.
She quietly laid her keys on the table by the door and, leaving her light jacket on, walked into the room. She had to admit that it felt good to be home, safe and sound. She stood in the middle of the living room, just listening to the sounds of the apartment - the clock ticking, the hum of the VCR because Charlie must be taping some show that Fred wouldn't let him stay up late for, the hum of the refrigerator. She bent over and grabbed the TV remote, turning on the television to see what he was taping - some stupid wrestling show. She smiled and turned the TV off, putting the remote back on the table. She walked into the kitchen and got a glass of cold water.
Faith put down the empty glass and leaned against the counter, hands in her jacket pockets, looking at the refrigerator - the cornerstone of every busy household's calendar. She looked over the schedule for Charlie's soccer games and smiled that she'd actually be able to see both games this week because they fell on her days off. She saw that Emily had an exam coming up - English. She'd ace that, but knowing Emily, she'd stress over it nonetheless. She heard Charlie mumble something from down the hall - he was always talking in his sleep. Emily was always complaining about not having her own room.
Her hand brushed against an item in her pocket and she pulled out the contents. She thought back to all that had happened, and what had almost happened, in the process of her getting awarded her Detective's shield. She ran her thumb over the shiny gold, thinking about how proud Bosco was about getting the promotion. She smiled and was startled by the sound of someone behind her. She turned to see Fred standing on the other side of the counter, smiling at her.
"You okay?" he asked her.
"Yeah," she said simply. "You know, maybe with my raise in pay you can take those classes you wanted to take for some of the those promotions at work. Then, who knows, maybe this time next year, we can get a house out on the Island," she said, repeating word-for-word his hopes the night before her Sergeant's exam fiasco.
"You've got this all figured out," he said, using her response.
"How's the kids?" she asked as she put her new badge on the counter and walked around to Fred.
"Good. Emily was up late studying for some English test. That kid gets way too uptight about this stuff," Fred said, and Faith laughed softly. Fred moved in closer, wrapping his arms around Faith. "So, Detective Yokas. Care to show me your interrogation techniques?"
"Oooh. You are a bad boy, Mr. Yokas," Faith said, turning into and kissing him.
"Let me show you," Fred said as the two walked down the hallway.
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Bosco slept soundly, but was awakened by the feeling of someone else in the room. He was used to the nurses and doctors coming in and out, but this felt like a stranger. He opened his eyes, looking toward the doorway. Just inside the door, was a young boy in a wheelchair, his leg extended in front of him, in a cast, propped on the support of the chair.
"Hi," Bosco said, trying to sit himself up a little bit.
"Hi," the boy answered, wheeling himself closer. "The nurse said it was okay to wait for you to wake up as long as I didn't wake you up."
"No problem. What time is it?" he said, reaching for his watch on the nightstand. It was 8:00 a.m.
"It's pretty late," Lucas said. "You must've been pretty tired."
"Late? I don't usually get to sleep until around now," Bosco joked more to himself than Lucas, but getting a confused look.
"So, how are you?" Bosco asked the boy, looking at the neon green fiberglass cast on his leg.
"I'm going home today. How are you?" he asked Bosco, looking at the cuts and bruises not covered by his hospital gown.
"I'm doing okay. I'll probably be in here for a day or so more. I'm glad you're doing okay. So, um, is it just your leg?" Bosco asked, not really sure if he'd been hit with a bullet or not.
"No," Lucas answered, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt and revealing a clean, white gauze bandage that wrapped around his arm. "I got shot too," he said proudly.
"Oh. I'm sorry," Bosco apologized.
"It's not your fault," Lucas said, pausing as if he wasn't sure how to phrase his next comment as he rolled his wheelchair right up to the side of Bosco's bed. "I, uh, just wanted to thank you. You know, for protecting me like that."
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you more. I don't remember much after I jumped on top of you. I guess I passed out," Bosco explained.
"Well, you were hurt pretty bad. You were in and out of it most of that night. Are you going to be okay?" Lucas asked and for some unknown reason, he felt tears forming as he thought about the abuse that Bosco had withstood while Lucas and Tommy were there. He fought to hold them back, but one escaped down his cheek. "I thought you were dead. Why did that man do that to you?"
"I'm not totally sure, Lucas. It had something to do with his family getting killed by a drunk driver a long time ago. He blamed the police," Bosco answered simply and quietly, without getting into any details. "I'm just glad that we're both going to be okay," he finished.
"Oh, here you are," Lucas' mother said, as she walked tentatively into the room. She looked at Bosco, noticing how battered he looked and, after a moment, walked toward him. "Officer, I just want to thank you for what you did for Lucas. You are truly our hero," she said, extending her hand, which he took and shook.
"Well, actually, I am the one that should be thanking Lucas. If not for him," Bosco said, looking at the boy, "you wouldn't have called the police to look for him and found me as well. So, I guess that really you're the hero, Lucas," he told him, reaching out to tousle his hair.
Lucas blushed slightly with a smile on his face. "Well, Lucas. The doctor signed you out, so I guess we can head home. Your Dad went to get the car. Again, Officer Boscorelli, thank you. Please let us know if there's anything we can do for you and I hope you make a quick recovery," she said, shaking his hand again.
"Thanks. Take care, Lucas," he said as the boy's mother wheeled him to the door. Lucas put his hands on the wheels to stop the chair and turned back to face Bosco.
"Oh. I'm sorry about any scratches that my dog, Bailey, may have done to your car when she got into that old garage," Lucas told him and the woman saw the look on Bosco's face.
"My car?" he asked with a sick feeling in his stomach and a nervous look on nis face.
"Not to worry," Lucas' mother said quickly after seeing the look on Bosco's face. "My husband already looked at it. My brother-in-law has a body shop and the scratch will be taken care of. He said he can match the color perfectly. You won't even see where it got scratched at the bottom of the door," she explained quickly.
Bosco hadn't even realized that his car was missing. He didn't remember that he'd been hit and knocked unconscious before he was dragged into his car and brought to Peterson's house.
He nodded his head and finally said, "No problem. Thanks."
"Goodbye, Officer," the woman said and then they were gone.
Bosco reached for the remote and turned on the television. He noted the time in the corner of the screen and wondered where Trisha was. "She must've slept in," he though to himself and sat back watching the television.
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TBC...
Chapter 44
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Faith walked in the door to a quiet apartment. She was disappointed that Fred wasn't up, but then realized how late it was and forgave him. He'd been worried to death about her and this was the first night he could get a decent night's sleep - he knew she was safe from that psycho, Peterson, and knew that she wasn't working.
She quietly laid her keys on the table by the door and, leaving her light jacket on, walked into the room. She had to admit that it felt good to be home, safe and sound. She stood in the middle of the living room, just listening to the sounds of the apartment - the clock ticking, the hum of the VCR because Charlie must be taping some show that Fred wouldn't let him stay up late for, the hum of the refrigerator. She bent over and grabbed the TV remote, turning on the television to see what he was taping - some stupid wrestling show. She smiled and turned the TV off, putting the remote back on the table. She walked into the kitchen and got a glass of cold water.
Faith put down the empty glass and leaned against the counter, hands in her jacket pockets, looking at the refrigerator - the cornerstone of every busy household's calendar. She looked over the schedule for Charlie's soccer games and smiled that she'd actually be able to see both games this week because they fell on her days off. She saw that Emily had an exam coming up - English. She'd ace that, but knowing Emily, she'd stress over it nonetheless. She heard Charlie mumble something from down the hall - he was always talking in his sleep. Emily was always complaining about not having her own room.
Her hand brushed against an item in her pocket and she pulled out the contents. She thought back to all that had happened, and what had almost happened, in the process of her getting awarded her Detective's shield. She ran her thumb over the shiny gold, thinking about how proud Bosco was about getting the promotion. She smiled and was startled by the sound of someone behind her. She turned to see Fred standing on the other side of the counter, smiling at her.
"You okay?" he asked her.
"Yeah," she said simply. "You know, maybe with my raise in pay you can take those classes you wanted to take for some of the those promotions at work. Then, who knows, maybe this time next year, we can get a house out on the Island," she said, repeating word-for-word his hopes the night before her Sergeant's exam fiasco.
"You've got this all figured out," he said, using her response.
"How's the kids?" she asked as she put her new badge on the counter and walked around to Fred.
"Good. Emily was up late studying for some English test. That kid gets way too uptight about this stuff," Fred said, and Faith laughed softly. Fred moved in closer, wrapping his arms around Faith. "So, Detective Yokas. Care to show me your interrogation techniques?"
"Oooh. You are a bad boy, Mr. Yokas," Faith said, turning into and kissing him.
"Let me show you," Fred said as the two walked down the hallway.
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Bosco slept soundly, but was awakened by the feeling of someone else in the room. He was used to the nurses and doctors coming in and out, but this felt like a stranger. He opened his eyes, looking toward the doorway. Just inside the door, was a young boy in a wheelchair, his leg extended in front of him, in a cast, propped on the support of the chair.
"Hi," Bosco said, trying to sit himself up a little bit.
"Hi," the boy answered, wheeling himself closer. "The nurse said it was okay to wait for you to wake up as long as I didn't wake you up."
"No problem. What time is it?" he said, reaching for his watch on the nightstand. It was 8:00 a.m.
"It's pretty late," Lucas said. "You must've been pretty tired."
"Late? I don't usually get to sleep until around now," Bosco joked more to himself than Lucas, but getting a confused look.
"So, how are you?" Bosco asked the boy, looking at the neon green fiberglass cast on his leg.
"I'm going home today. How are you?" he asked Bosco, looking at the cuts and bruises not covered by his hospital gown.
"I'm doing okay. I'll probably be in here for a day or so more. I'm glad you're doing okay. So, um, is it just your leg?" Bosco asked, not really sure if he'd been hit with a bullet or not.
"No," Lucas answered, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt and revealing a clean, white gauze bandage that wrapped around his arm. "I got shot too," he said proudly.
"Oh. I'm sorry," Bosco apologized.
"It's not your fault," Lucas said, pausing as if he wasn't sure how to phrase his next comment as he rolled his wheelchair right up to the side of Bosco's bed. "I, uh, just wanted to thank you. You know, for protecting me like that."
"I'm sorry I couldn't protect you more. I don't remember much after I jumped on top of you. I guess I passed out," Bosco explained.
"Well, you were hurt pretty bad. You were in and out of it most of that night. Are you going to be okay?" Lucas asked and for some unknown reason, he felt tears forming as he thought about the abuse that Bosco had withstood while Lucas and Tommy were there. He fought to hold them back, but one escaped down his cheek. "I thought you were dead. Why did that man do that to you?"
"I'm not totally sure, Lucas. It had something to do with his family getting killed by a drunk driver a long time ago. He blamed the police," Bosco answered simply and quietly, without getting into any details. "I'm just glad that we're both going to be okay," he finished.
"Oh, here you are," Lucas' mother said, as she walked tentatively into the room. She looked at Bosco, noticing how battered he looked and, after a moment, walked toward him. "Officer, I just want to thank you for what you did for Lucas. You are truly our hero," she said, extending her hand, which he took and shook.
"Well, actually, I am the one that should be thanking Lucas. If not for him," Bosco said, looking at the boy, "you wouldn't have called the police to look for him and found me as well. So, I guess that really you're the hero, Lucas," he told him, reaching out to tousle his hair.
Lucas blushed slightly with a smile on his face. "Well, Lucas. The doctor signed you out, so I guess we can head home. Your Dad went to get the car. Again, Officer Boscorelli, thank you. Please let us know if there's anything we can do for you and I hope you make a quick recovery," she said, shaking his hand again.
"Thanks. Take care, Lucas," he said as the boy's mother wheeled him to the door. Lucas put his hands on the wheels to stop the chair and turned back to face Bosco.
"Oh. I'm sorry about any scratches that my dog, Bailey, may have done to your car when she got into that old garage," Lucas told him and the woman saw the look on Bosco's face.
"My car?" he asked with a sick feeling in his stomach and a nervous look on nis face.
"Not to worry," Lucas' mother said quickly after seeing the look on Bosco's face. "My husband already looked at it. My brother-in-law has a body shop and the scratch will be taken care of. He said he can match the color perfectly. You won't even see where it got scratched at the bottom of the door," she explained quickly.
Bosco hadn't even realized that his car was missing. He didn't remember that he'd been hit and knocked unconscious before he was dragged into his car and brought to Peterson's house.
He nodded his head and finally said, "No problem. Thanks."
"Goodbye, Officer," the woman said and then they were gone.
Bosco reached for the remote and turned on the television. He noted the time in the corner of the screen and wondered where Trisha was. "She must've slept in," he though to himself and sat back watching the television.
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TBC...