Revenge
Chapter 51
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"... tomorrow already?" Faith was saying with surprise as Trisha came into the room. Faith saw Bosco look past her to the door and turned to see who was there.
"Hey," he said taking in her appearance and noticing how tired she looked. "Are you okay?" he asked as Faith stood up and motioned for her to sit in the chair.
"Hey, yourself," she said, acting more energetic than she felt. She had a pounding headache from hitting her head. "I'm fine. It was stupid," she told him, walking over toward him. She leaned over and gave him a kiss. "How are you?"
"Better now," he said, satisfied that she wasn't dying and no one wanted to tell him. "What'd the doctor say? Why'd you pass out like that?"
Faith cleared her throat in an attempt to find an opening in the conversation to excuse themselves. They needed a little privacy and she had to get Emily back home. Trisha and Bosco looked at Faith.
"Um, we're gonna take off," Faith said, walking over to Emily who Trisha hadn't even noticed.
"Is this Emily?" Trisha asked, smiling.
Emily nodded and held out her hand in a greeting. "It's nice to meet you. I'm glad you're okay. You really gave Uncle Bosco a scare - all of us," she corrected as Bosco blushed.
"Uncle Bosco...," Trisha repeated. "That's nice. It's nice to meet you too. I've heard a lot about you from your Uncle Bosco," Trisha said, teasing Bosco.
"Hopefully only the good stuff," Emily said, somewhat embarrassed that this woman that she hardly knew might know about her recent problems.
"As far as I know, that's all there is. He just glows about both you and your brother," Trisha said, not indicating that Bosco had told her about what happened with the drug overdose. She could see a look of relief come over the girl's face and she knew what her secret remaining safe meant to her all too well.
"Well," Faith said interrupting. "We're gonna get going. Charlie and Fred are probably wondering where the heck we are. I'm glad you're okay, Trisha. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything - either of you," she offered. Then to Bosco she said, "Call me if they spring you tomorrow, just so I know, okay?"
"I will," he said. "Thanks, for coming and for staying with me, Em," he said, looking at her.
"Sure. No problem," Emily replied.
"Okay," Faith said, gathering her jacket and purse along with Emily's. "Goodnight you two," she said and they left the room.
Trisha looked back at Bosco, who hadn't watched Faith and Emily leave. Rather, he was looking at her. She leaned into him again and they kissed.
"You're okay? What'd the doctor say?" he asked her again.
She put her hand on the side of his face and looked at him. "I'm fine. Just some kind of bug or something," she lied, not sure whether she wanted to tell him the truth because she didn't know how he'd react. She didn't even know how to react yet.
"Yeah?" he said. "You're sure that's all?" he prodded, looking her in the eye as he wrapped an arm around her waste and pulled her closer to him. She noticed the grimace of pain that he tried to hide.
"That's all," she assured him. "But you. You're in pain," she told him, kissing him again.
"I'm okay," he told her. "Now that I know you are. You scared the hell out of me, Trish," he told her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't enjoy it too much myself," she joked, touching the bandage that covered her stitches. She had to admit that she did feel a little better since she had the IV fluids in her.
"I'm going to go get some fresh water in this pitcher," she said, unwrapping his arm from her waist and walking over to the nightstand. She picked up the pitcher and caught him staring at her again.
"Maurice?" she said. "What is it?"
"Nothing. You just look a little different, that's all. I don't know what it is," he observed.
"I'm sure," she said, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I look like hell," she said, grabbing his foot as she walked by the end of the bed to the hallway to fill the pitcher. "And I'm going to ask the nurse to give you some of your pain medicine. I can see that you're hurting, just by looking at your face," she told him, walking into the hallway.
Bosco smiled to himself, grateful that she was okay. She looked really wiped out though. As soon as she got back, he'd insist that she head home and get something to eat and a good night's sleep.
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Trisha walked into the little utility room/kitchenette near the nurse's station. She dumped out the old water in the pitcher and rinsed it under the faucet. She moved over to the refrigerator and got some ice out of the icemaker. She was re-filling the pitcher with fresh water when Bosco's nurse walked in.
"Hey, you're back," she said with a smile. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Just too little rest and not enough food," she told her. "Stupid on my part, but I've just been so worried about Maurice."
"Well, he's doing great so you should be able to get some good rest tonight," the nurse assured her.
"When's the last time he had some pain medication? He's pretty uncomfortable," Trisha told the nurse.
"Well, that's because he wouldn't take anything until he knew that you were okay. I'll head in there now and see if he'll take it now that you're back," she said, discarding the items that were on the patient tray she'd brought in.
"Thanks. Don't take 'no' for an answer," Trisha said, putting the lid on the pitcher and heading back to Bosco's room with the nurse following her.
"Don't worry. I think that between the two of us, we can take him if he tries to give us any trouble," the nurse joked as they walked into Bosco's room.
"What's so funny. Uh oh, you're ganging up on me, aren't you," Bosco said as he tried to adjust himself to be more comfortable in the bed.
"Nothing gets by you, Officer," the nurse said as she took the syringe of medicine that she'd been about to give him when Trisha passed out earlier from her pocket and put it into his IV.
"I'm tellin' you, he's sharp as a tack. You know he's a Detective now, right?" Trisha said teasingly, taking up a position on the other side of the bed.
"Is that right? Congratulations!" the nurse said as Bosco felt the relaxation from the medicine that was traveling through his veins. "Okay. I'll check back in a few minutes, 'Detective,'" she said with a smile.
"Thanks," Bosco said, laying his head back on the pillow and Trisha played with his hair.
"Better?" she asked him, already knowing from the drooping of his eyelids.
"Yeah. But you. I want you to go home and get some real sleep and food," he said, raising his head to make his point.
"I think I'll take you up on that," Trisha said. "If you're sure you'll be okay."
"I'm fine. I think I'm gonna sleep like a log myself," he said to her as Ty Davis and John Sullivan walked into the room.
"Boscooooo," Davis said. "Whassup?"
"Hey guys. Not much. What'd you guys bring in?" he asked them.
"Oh, the usual. Some drunk beating up his wife again," Sully told him. "Just thought we'd stop in and check up on you. So, how're you doing?"
"I'm okay. Better and better. They're probably gonna let me out of here tomorrow," he told his friends as he looked over at Trisha to see her trying to hide a yawn behind her hand.
"Hey, can you guys do me a favor? My woman here could use a lift home. She had a hard day and I don't really want her having to deal with taxis and buses," Bosco asked.
"Sure. We're just about ready to head out. We'll wait for you down at the Emergency entrance," Sully said.
"Oh no. I don't want to take you away from your work," she said.
"We're just on our way back to the house anyway with this guy we brought in. Davis will sit in back with him and you can ride up front with us more civilized folk," Sully joked. "It's right on the way," he assured her.
"Well, if you're sure..," she said.
"Absolutely. We'll meet you down there in about five minutes, okay?" Sully said.
"Thanks, guys," Bosco said as the two officers left.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" she said to him, moving closer.
"Only if you climb into this bed with me, but that won't get you any rest," he said with a wicked grin.
"Detective!" she exclaimed in mock horror and Bosco laughed.
"Sleep in tomorrow. I'll call you when the doctors let me know if I can get out of here," he told her as she leaned over and they kissed each other goodnight. She gathered her purse and jacket and turned back toward him.
"Okay. But call me sooner if you need me. Promise?" she said.
"Promise," he said, feeling utterly exhausted all of a sudden.
"Okay. Sleep well. I love you," she said turning back to him as she reached the doorway, only to find him already asleep. She watched him for a moment and then walked down the hallway toward the elevators.
"Heading home?" the nurse said as she reached the elevators.
"Yeah. He's already asleep," Trisha told her.
"I figured. Don't worry. He'll be fine," the nurse assured her.
"Goodnight," Trisha said as she got in the elevator and the doors closed.
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Just as Emily and Faith reached their apartment and were about to open the door, Faith's cell phone rang, making them both jump.
"It's probably Daddy calling to see where the heck we are," Faith said, answering the phone.
"We're right here," she said into the phone as she pushed the apartment door open. She saw Charlie and Fred sitting on the couch and Fred didn't have the phone in his hand.
"Oh! Hello?" she said into the phone.
"Detective Yokas?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Yes, sorry. I thought you were my husband calling," she said, embarrassed as Fred and Charlie chuckled quietly. Faith made a face at them and picked up a couch pillow and threw it in their direction, causing more laughter from Charlie.
"No problem. This is Jimmy Swanson, from the Detective's office. I just wanted to follow up with you. The day guys left a note in the file that you were gonna talk with Boscorelli about this Linda Watkins?" Detective Swanson said.
"Oh, yeah," Faith said, mentally kicking herself for forgetting. "Well, I didn't get a chance to talk to him today. There were some complications today and he wasn't able to talk with me about it," Faith said.
"Oh. He's okay, isn't he?" the Detective asked with concern.
"Oh yeah. He's fine, but his girlfriend was sick and she was down in the ER so we didn't really talk today. I'll be sure to call him first thing in the morning about it," Faith explained.
"Okay. No problem. Just give us a call and let us know if he has any information, okay?" Swanson said.
"Absolutely!" Faith assured him, hanging up the phone.
"Everything okay?" Fred asked her, overhearing Faith's conversation about Bosco's girlfriend.
"Yeah, everyone's fine," Faith said and explained the happenings of the day.
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TBC...
Chapter 51
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"... tomorrow already?" Faith was saying with surprise as Trisha came into the room. Faith saw Bosco look past her to the door and turned to see who was there.
"Hey," he said taking in her appearance and noticing how tired she looked. "Are you okay?" he asked as Faith stood up and motioned for her to sit in the chair.
"Hey, yourself," she said, acting more energetic than she felt. She had a pounding headache from hitting her head. "I'm fine. It was stupid," she told him, walking over toward him. She leaned over and gave him a kiss. "How are you?"
"Better now," he said, satisfied that she wasn't dying and no one wanted to tell him. "What'd the doctor say? Why'd you pass out like that?"
Faith cleared her throat in an attempt to find an opening in the conversation to excuse themselves. They needed a little privacy and she had to get Emily back home. Trisha and Bosco looked at Faith.
"Um, we're gonna take off," Faith said, walking over to Emily who Trisha hadn't even noticed.
"Is this Emily?" Trisha asked, smiling.
Emily nodded and held out her hand in a greeting. "It's nice to meet you. I'm glad you're okay. You really gave Uncle Bosco a scare - all of us," she corrected as Bosco blushed.
"Uncle Bosco...," Trisha repeated. "That's nice. It's nice to meet you too. I've heard a lot about you from your Uncle Bosco," Trisha said, teasing Bosco.
"Hopefully only the good stuff," Emily said, somewhat embarrassed that this woman that she hardly knew might know about her recent problems.
"As far as I know, that's all there is. He just glows about both you and your brother," Trisha said, not indicating that Bosco had told her about what happened with the drug overdose. She could see a look of relief come over the girl's face and she knew what her secret remaining safe meant to her all too well.
"Well," Faith said interrupting. "We're gonna get going. Charlie and Fred are probably wondering where the heck we are. I'm glad you're okay, Trisha. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything - either of you," she offered. Then to Bosco she said, "Call me if they spring you tomorrow, just so I know, okay?"
"I will," he said. "Thanks, for coming and for staying with me, Em," he said, looking at her.
"Sure. No problem," Emily replied.
"Okay," Faith said, gathering her jacket and purse along with Emily's. "Goodnight you two," she said and they left the room.
Trisha looked back at Bosco, who hadn't watched Faith and Emily leave. Rather, he was looking at her. She leaned into him again and they kissed.
"You're okay? What'd the doctor say?" he asked her again.
She put her hand on the side of his face and looked at him. "I'm fine. Just some kind of bug or something," she lied, not sure whether she wanted to tell him the truth because she didn't know how he'd react. She didn't even know how to react yet.
"Yeah?" he said. "You're sure that's all?" he prodded, looking her in the eye as he wrapped an arm around her waste and pulled her closer to him. She noticed the grimace of pain that he tried to hide.
"That's all," she assured him. "But you. You're in pain," she told him, kissing him again.
"I'm okay," he told her. "Now that I know you are. You scared the hell out of me, Trish," he told her.
"I'm sorry. I didn't enjoy it too much myself," she joked, touching the bandage that covered her stitches. She had to admit that she did feel a little better since she had the IV fluids in her.
"I'm going to go get some fresh water in this pitcher," she said, unwrapping his arm from her waist and walking over to the nightstand. She picked up the pitcher and caught him staring at her again.
"Maurice?" she said. "What is it?"
"Nothing. You just look a little different, that's all. I don't know what it is," he observed.
"I'm sure," she said, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I look like hell," she said, grabbing his foot as she walked by the end of the bed to the hallway to fill the pitcher. "And I'm going to ask the nurse to give you some of your pain medicine. I can see that you're hurting, just by looking at your face," she told him, walking into the hallway.
Bosco smiled to himself, grateful that she was okay. She looked really wiped out though. As soon as she got back, he'd insist that she head home and get something to eat and a good night's sleep.
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Trisha walked into the little utility room/kitchenette near the nurse's station. She dumped out the old water in the pitcher and rinsed it under the faucet. She moved over to the refrigerator and got some ice out of the icemaker. She was re-filling the pitcher with fresh water when Bosco's nurse walked in.
"Hey, you're back," she said with a smile. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Just too little rest and not enough food," she told her. "Stupid on my part, but I've just been so worried about Maurice."
"Well, he's doing great so you should be able to get some good rest tonight," the nurse assured her.
"When's the last time he had some pain medication? He's pretty uncomfortable," Trisha told the nurse.
"Well, that's because he wouldn't take anything until he knew that you were okay. I'll head in there now and see if he'll take it now that you're back," she said, discarding the items that were on the patient tray she'd brought in.
"Thanks. Don't take 'no' for an answer," Trisha said, putting the lid on the pitcher and heading back to Bosco's room with the nurse following her.
"Don't worry. I think that between the two of us, we can take him if he tries to give us any trouble," the nurse joked as they walked into Bosco's room.
"What's so funny. Uh oh, you're ganging up on me, aren't you," Bosco said as he tried to adjust himself to be more comfortable in the bed.
"Nothing gets by you, Officer," the nurse said as she took the syringe of medicine that she'd been about to give him when Trisha passed out earlier from her pocket and put it into his IV.
"I'm tellin' you, he's sharp as a tack. You know he's a Detective now, right?" Trisha said teasingly, taking up a position on the other side of the bed.
"Is that right? Congratulations!" the nurse said as Bosco felt the relaxation from the medicine that was traveling through his veins. "Okay. I'll check back in a few minutes, 'Detective,'" she said with a smile.
"Thanks," Bosco said, laying his head back on the pillow and Trisha played with his hair.
"Better?" she asked him, already knowing from the drooping of his eyelids.
"Yeah. But you. I want you to go home and get some real sleep and food," he said, raising his head to make his point.
"I think I'll take you up on that," Trisha said. "If you're sure you'll be okay."
"I'm fine. I think I'm gonna sleep like a log myself," he said to her as Ty Davis and John Sullivan walked into the room.
"Boscooooo," Davis said. "Whassup?"
"Hey guys. Not much. What'd you guys bring in?" he asked them.
"Oh, the usual. Some drunk beating up his wife again," Sully told him. "Just thought we'd stop in and check up on you. So, how're you doing?"
"I'm okay. Better and better. They're probably gonna let me out of here tomorrow," he told his friends as he looked over at Trisha to see her trying to hide a yawn behind her hand.
"Hey, can you guys do me a favor? My woman here could use a lift home. She had a hard day and I don't really want her having to deal with taxis and buses," Bosco asked.
"Sure. We're just about ready to head out. We'll wait for you down at the Emergency entrance," Sully said.
"Oh no. I don't want to take you away from your work," she said.
"We're just on our way back to the house anyway with this guy we brought in. Davis will sit in back with him and you can ride up front with us more civilized folk," Sully joked. "It's right on the way," he assured her.
"Well, if you're sure..," she said.
"Absolutely. We'll meet you down there in about five minutes, okay?" Sully said.
"Thanks, guys," Bosco said as the two officers left.
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" she said to him, moving closer.
"Only if you climb into this bed with me, but that won't get you any rest," he said with a wicked grin.
"Detective!" she exclaimed in mock horror and Bosco laughed.
"Sleep in tomorrow. I'll call you when the doctors let me know if I can get out of here," he told her as she leaned over and they kissed each other goodnight. She gathered her purse and jacket and turned back toward him.
"Okay. But call me sooner if you need me. Promise?" she said.
"Promise," he said, feeling utterly exhausted all of a sudden.
"Okay. Sleep well. I love you," she said turning back to him as she reached the doorway, only to find him already asleep. She watched him for a moment and then walked down the hallway toward the elevators.
"Heading home?" the nurse said as she reached the elevators.
"Yeah. He's already asleep," Trisha told her.
"I figured. Don't worry. He'll be fine," the nurse assured her.
"Goodnight," Trisha said as she got in the elevator and the doors closed.
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Just as Emily and Faith reached their apartment and were about to open the door, Faith's cell phone rang, making them both jump.
"It's probably Daddy calling to see where the heck we are," Faith said, answering the phone.
"We're right here," she said into the phone as she pushed the apartment door open. She saw Charlie and Fred sitting on the couch and Fred didn't have the phone in his hand.
"Oh! Hello?" she said into the phone.
"Detective Yokas?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Yes, sorry. I thought you were my husband calling," she said, embarrassed as Fred and Charlie chuckled quietly. Faith made a face at them and picked up a couch pillow and threw it in their direction, causing more laughter from Charlie.
"No problem. This is Jimmy Swanson, from the Detective's office. I just wanted to follow up with you. The day guys left a note in the file that you were gonna talk with Boscorelli about this Linda Watkins?" Detective Swanson said.
"Oh, yeah," Faith said, mentally kicking herself for forgetting. "Well, I didn't get a chance to talk to him today. There were some complications today and he wasn't able to talk with me about it," Faith said.
"Oh. He's okay, isn't he?" the Detective asked with concern.
"Oh yeah. He's fine, but his girlfriend was sick and she was down in the ER so we didn't really talk today. I'll be sure to call him first thing in the morning about it," Faith explained.
"Okay. No problem. Just give us a call and let us know if he has any information, okay?" Swanson said.
"Absolutely!" Faith assured him, hanging up the phone.
"Everything okay?" Fred asked her, overhearing Faith's conversation about Bosco's girlfriend.
"Yeah, everyone's fine," Faith said and explained the happenings of the day.
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TBC...