It was another miserable day in New York, even if the rain hadn't
started pouring down on the streets yet. Sully didn't have to wait for it
to be convinced that today was going to be a crappy day. He could sense
it... usually could.
He stared up into the grey sky, sighing with a frown, and crossed his arms, waiting for his young partner to emerge from the station. It wasn't as cold today, but it was chilly enough for jackets, zipped up halfway.
Whilst he waited, Bosco and Yokas exited through the doors, and walked down to greet him, albeit with sobered looks on their faces. Something was troubling them... it was obvious.
"Hey, Sully," Yokas said to him by way of greeting, and glanced skyward, groaning quietly. "Looks like we're in for more rain, huh?"
"Yep, sure seems that way," Sully replied in agreement, and cocked his head. "How you feeling?"
"Good," Yokas responded, turning her head to her pensive partner, and shrugging. "Bosco got the worst of it."
"Hey," Bosco interrupted, narrowing his eyes as if insulted, "I'm fine."
"Bos', you couldn't even-"
"Don't say it," he cut in, holding up a gloved hand. Yokas smiled slightly, discreetly, seemingly holding back a laugh. With that, he walked off to their new squad. Sully watched him go, noticing the cautioned way he moved, as though he expected someone to jump him any second.
"Seriously," Sully began, shrugging in Bosco's general direction as the man climbed in the passenger seat, "how's he doing?"
"He just seems agitated," Yokas informed her friend, frowning. "This whole vengeful-cop-killing-spree has got him on the alert. He's gonna be jumpy all day." She looked put down by that fact, and made a little whimper of a noise as she moved off to get into the car.
"Hey," Sully called after her as Davis emerged at last. She turned back to face the man, and waited patiently, before he said, "Be careful."
She gave a single nod, and climbed in the driving seat, starting up the engine, and soon driving the squad away. Their own unit was in the shop for repair work, but the Captain had told them that their radio call would be the same nevertheless, to keep confusion to a minimum. Bosco had shrugged it off as usual, but Yokas had agreed and thanked the senior officer.
Sully shook his head, not totally in agreement with the two's decision to be back on the streets, and led the way to the squad.
* * *
It was coming up for five o'clock, and the man and woman in the parked squad car were quickly becoming bored senseless. Yokas had taken to drawing on the steamed-up window on her side of the car, whilst Bosco stared blankly out of the window.
After a few minutes more, Bosco shook his head impatiently, fed up beyond the point of registering. He was angry more than anything, and from the look on her face, his partner knew exactly why.
"They're ignoring us on purpose," Bosco declared, grabbing his radio from his shoulder, and holding it in a gloved hand, staring at it as if in accusation.
"Bosco, we were in a car crash," Yokas said drolly. "Of course they're ignorin' us. Cap' wasn't exactly thrilled we'd decided to come back to work today either. What did you expect?"
"I expected something more than this," Bosco mumbled, replacing the radio back on his jacket shoulder, sighing loudly, and staring out of the window again. "We haven't had a call all shift."
"They've all been for big things," Yokas told him matter-of-factly. "Just you wait... something small comes in, and we'll get the call."
Bosco looked to her in disgust, and huffed quietly.
He took to staring immediately after, and frowned when he was certain his partner couldn't see him. He wasn't so sure himself that he wanted a call anyway. Bosco was more than a little intimidated by what was threatening him... he just wasn't letting anyone else know that. He didn't want anyone to know that he was worried or afraid. If the person responsible for these killings was watching them somehow, he didn't want them to know that they were getting to him. It would show a weakness. He didn't want that at all.
Bosco started slightly when his radio sounded, and he listened to the voice as it said, "5-5-David, we have a 10-52 on the Manhattan side of Third Avenue Bridge."
Bosco groaned, and responded, "5-5-David. Ten-Four, Central. Third Avenue Bridge." His eyes met Yokas', and she started up the engine, driving the car at a steady speed to the scene of the dispute. He didn't want to go, but it was their job, and despite what he had said yesterday about ignoring calls, he rarely did so. It always got the superiors really pissed off when he did it, and he couldn't handle them on his case right now. It was easier to just take the call.
"Hey, you never know, Bos', you might see some action," Yokas teased lightly, earning herself an icy glare.
He thought about mocking her in return, but couldn't think of anything before they came across the scene of the dispute. Two men were tussling, two others standing back, and watching. The observing pair looked a little perplexed, and waved the two cops over after looking at them for a moment.
Bosco got out of the car, seeing Yokas do so shortly after, just as another curious man walked up. The two men on the floor continued to scuffle pathetically, rolling over each other and cussing feebly.
Does no one earn a living around here anymore? Bosco asked himself at the sight of the five men, and their rag-tag clothing. All five wore hats of some description, and thin jackets zipped up tight. One had his hands tucked warmly into his pockets, and he slouched as he stood. His friend watched with crossed arms, whilst the newcomer simply stood stoically behind, eyes fixed on the two men rolling about.
"Okay, that's enough," Yokas called to them, walking over, Bosco right behind her. He had decided to hang back and let her handle it until he was desperately needed. He was too bored to even bother.
None of the men spoke, but the three observers constantly glanced between the cops and the fighting men. It looked as if they couldn't decide who to concentrate their attention on.
"Hey!" Yokas shouted angrily, removing her nightstick, and stepping a fraction closer to the two men. "Cut it out!"
Bosco hooked his hands on his belt, and turned his head immediately to the observers as they shifted suddenly. They stopped when his eyes met theirs. He narrowed his eyes, and looked back to his partner's efforts.
Yokas reached down a hand and grabbed a hold of the back of one of the men's jackets, just as he wrenched himself around, and gripped her arm so tight that she dropped her nightstick.
Bosco lunged forward, met by a kick to the side, forcing him down in pain. He rolled over, and gasped at the throbbing in his side, before scrambling to his feet through the discomfort.
Yokas was struggling with two men, the original one who had grabbed her, and one of the observers. They wrapped their arm about her shoulders tightly, and pulled her back, as she kicked at the original man, knocking him back.
Bosco punched the other fighter who had been the one to kick him, and watched him fall to the floor, about to grab his radio when another one of the observers ploughed into him, ramming him up against the bridge railing. He gave a shout, and brought up his knee.
"Bosco!"
He heard his name called, and looked up briefly to see Yokas being grabbed firmly, and dragged further and further away.
Bosco rammed his elbow into the back of the man he had just kneed, and felt him go down, about to run to help his partner when the other two observers sprung upon him. One grabbed him by the left arm, twisting him around so that he faced the river, the other hitting him in the back of the knee.
He pushed forcefully against the wall, knocking another man down, and twisting around to meet the remaining man, a largely built figure of dark skin and muscular arms. His dark eyes glared down, and he reached to Bosco with a hand, grabbing him around the lapels of his jacket, tugging him to his feet. The other hand latched onto his right shoulder, and the man pulled him forward.
Bosco saw Yokas in the background, still struggling with the two men, fighting futilely but vehemently against them despite their size. One of them struck her in the back of her knee, and she went half to the ground in pain. She looked up at Bosco briefly
"Faith!" Bosco cried, kicking at the man holding him, missing, and hearing his throaty laugh.
Bosco locked eyes with the large man, and saw his gaze flicker to behind him. Bosco's eyes went wide, even as the man pulled him forward, and then threw him backward with amazing strength.
As he felt himself hit the rail, losing balance, and topple backwards, he heard Yokas scream his name frantically, even as he tried desperately to grab the railing as he fell. Then water rushed towards him, and when he struck it, everything went dark.
He stared up into the grey sky, sighing with a frown, and crossed his arms, waiting for his young partner to emerge from the station. It wasn't as cold today, but it was chilly enough for jackets, zipped up halfway.
Whilst he waited, Bosco and Yokas exited through the doors, and walked down to greet him, albeit with sobered looks on their faces. Something was troubling them... it was obvious.
"Hey, Sully," Yokas said to him by way of greeting, and glanced skyward, groaning quietly. "Looks like we're in for more rain, huh?"
"Yep, sure seems that way," Sully replied in agreement, and cocked his head. "How you feeling?"
"Good," Yokas responded, turning her head to her pensive partner, and shrugging. "Bosco got the worst of it."
"Hey," Bosco interrupted, narrowing his eyes as if insulted, "I'm fine."
"Bos', you couldn't even-"
"Don't say it," he cut in, holding up a gloved hand. Yokas smiled slightly, discreetly, seemingly holding back a laugh. With that, he walked off to their new squad. Sully watched him go, noticing the cautioned way he moved, as though he expected someone to jump him any second.
"Seriously," Sully began, shrugging in Bosco's general direction as the man climbed in the passenger seat, "how's he doing?"
"He just seems agitated," Yokas informed her friend, frowning. "This whole vengeful-cop-killing-spree has got him on the alert. He's gonna be jumpy all day." She looked put down by that fact, and made a little whimper of a noise as she moved off to get into the car.
"Hey," Sully called after her as Davis emerged at last. She turned back to face the man, and waited patiently, before he said, "Be careful."
She gave a single nod, and climbed in the driving seat, starting up the engine, and soon driving the squad away. Their own unit was in the shop for repair work, but the Captain had told them that their radio call would be the same nevertheless, to keep confusion to a minimum. Bosco had shrugged it off as usual, but Yokas had agreed and thanked the senior officer.
Sully shook his head, not totally in agreement with the two's decision to be back on the streets, and led the way to the squad.
* * *
It was coming up for five o'clock, and the man and woman in the parked squad car were quickly becoming bored senseless. Yokas had taken to drawing on the steamed-up window on her side of the car, whilst Bosco stared blankly out of the window.
After a few minutes more, Bosco shook his head impatiently, fed up beyond the point of registering. He was angry more than anything, and from the look on her face, his partner knew exactly why.
"They're ignoring us on purpose," Bosco declared, grabbing his radio from his shoulder, and holding it in a gloved hand, staring at it as if in accusation.
"Bosco, we were in a car crash," Yokas said drolly. "Of course they're ignorin' us. Cap' wasn't exactly thrilled we'd decided to come back to work today either. What did you expect?"
"I expected something more than this," Bosco mumbled, replacing the radio back on his jacket shoulder, sighing loudly, and staring out of the window again. "We haven't had a call all shift."
"They've all been for big things," Yokas told him matter-of-factly. "Just you wait... something small comes in, and we'll get the call."
Bosco looked to her in disgust, and huffed quietly.
He took to staring immediately after, and frowned when he was certain his partner couldn't see him. He wasn't so sure himself that he wanted a call anyway. Bosco was more than a little intimidated by what was threatening him... he just wasn't letting anyone else know that. He didn't want anyone to know that he was worried or afraid. If the person responsible for these killings was watching them somehow, he didn't want them to know that they were getting to him. It would show a weakness. He didn't want that at all.
Bosco started slightly when his radio sounded, and he listened to the voice as it said, "5-5-David, we have a 10-52 on the Manhattan side of Third Avenue Bridge."
Bosco groaned, and responded, "5-5-David. Ten-Four, Central. Third Avenue Bridge." His eyes met Yokas', and she started up the engine, driving the car at a steady speed to the scene of the dispute. He didn't want to go, but it was their job, and despite what he had said yesterday about ignoring calls, he rarely did so. It always got the superiors really pissed off when he did it, and he couldn't handle them on his case right now. It was easier to just take the call.
"Hey, you never know, Bos', you might see some action," Yokas teased lightly, earning herself an icy glare.
He thought about mocking her in return, but couldn't think of anything before they came across the scene of the dispute. Two men were tussling, two others standing back, and watching. The observing pair looked a little perplexed, and waved the two cops over after looking at them for a moment.
Bosco got out of the car, seeing Yokas do so shortly after, just as another curious man walked up. The two men on the floor continued to scuffle pathetically, rolling over each other and cussing feebly.
Does no one earn a living around here anymore? Bosco asked himself at the sight of the five men, and their rag-tag clothing. All five wore hats of some description, and thin jackets zipped up tight. One had his hands tucked warmly into his pockets, and he slouched as he stood. His friend watched with crossed arms, whilst the newcomer simply stood stoically behind, eyes fixed on the two men rolling about.
"Okay, that's enough," Yokas called to them, walking over, Bosco right behind her. He had decided to hang back and let her handle it until he was desperately needed. He was too bored to even bother.
None of the men spoke, but the three observers constantly glanced between the cops and the fighting men. It looked as if they couldn't decide who to concentrate their attention on.
"Hey!" Yokas shouted angrily, removing her nightstick, and stepping a fraction closer to the two men. "Cut it out!"
Bosco hooked his hands on his belt, and turned his head immediately to the observers as they shifted suddenly. They stopped when his eyes met theirs. He narrowed his eyes, and looked back to his partner's efforts.
Yokas reached down a hand and grabbed a hold of the back of one of the men's jackets, just as he wrenched himself around, and gripped her arm so tight that she dropped her nightstick.
Bosco lunged forward, met by a kick to the side, forcing him down in pain. He rolled over, and gasped at the throbbing in his side, before scrambling to his feet through the discomfort.
Yokas was struggling with two men, the original one who had grabbed her, and one of the observers. They wrapped their arm about her shoulders tightly, and pulled her back, as she kicked at the original man, knocking him back.
Bosco punched the other fighter who had been the one to kick him, and watched him fall to the floor, about to grab his radio when another one of the observers ploughed into him, ramming him up against the bridge railing. He gave a shout, and brought up his knee.
"Bosco!"
He heard his name called, and looked up briefly to see Yokas being grabbed firmly, and dragged further and further away.
Bosco rammed his elbow into the back of the man he had just kneed, and felt him go down, about to run to help his partner when the other two observers sprung upon him. One grabbed him by the left arm, twisting him around so that he faced the river, the other hitting him in the back of the knee.
He pushed forcefully against the wall, knocking another man down, and twisting around to meet the remaining man, a largely built figure of dark skin and muscular arms. His dark eyes glared down, and he reached to Bosco with a hand, grabbing him around the lapels of his jacket, tugging him to his feet. The other hand latched onto his right shoulder, and the man pulled him forward.
Bosco saw Yokas in the background, still struggling with the two men, fighting futilely but vehemently against them despite their size. One of them struck her in the back of her knee, and she went half to the ground in pain. She looked up at Bosco briefly
"Faith!" Bosco cried, kicking at the man holding him, missing, and hearing his throaty laugh.
Bosco locked eyes with the large man, and saw his gaze flicker to behind him. Bosco's eyes went wide, even as the man pulled him forward, and then threw him backward with amazing strength.
As he felt himself hit the rail, losing balance, and topple backwards, he heard Yokas scream his name frantically, even as he tried desperately to grab the railing as he fell. Then water rushed towards him, and when he struck it, everything went dark.