"Bosco!" she cried helplessly as she saw him thrown forcefully to the
ground, hearing his sharp cry, before he cut it off himself, clenching his
teeth. He closed his eyes tightly, and breathed deeply.
Damn your pride, she thought quickly, before she looked pleadingly to Amanda Olmos, who simply disregarded her, interested instead in the new entertainment. The large man she had identified as Warren hovered over Bosco with a grin.
Faith had to look away when Warren hit Bosco again, sensing more than hearing her partner stifle the shout he wanted to release. He didn't want them to know they were hurting him. He had always been that way, and Faith knew there was nothing she could do to change that. She just wanted to help him now.
Warren hauled Bosco off the floor, and rammed him into the wall behind them, letting Amanda move over before he let go of him.
Amanda stood to the side slightly, arms crossed over her chest casually. "Aidan and Kieran," she said in a hushed voice, staring at Bosco. "My oldest, and my youngest. You killed them. Your partner killed Ricardo. Does that make you feel important? Killing innocent people?"
"They weren't innocent," Faith said hurriedly from her place across the room, trying to divert some of the attention from her partner onto her. He was always protecting her... it was time she tried to return the favour.
The dark eyes turned on her.
"They killed a cop, and civilians." Faith shook her head, and then continued by asking, "Why did you kill the others?"
Amanda stalked over, standing before her like a predator over injured prey. "What others?"
"Spencer, Hinds... Gregory and Faraday." Faith narrowed her eyes, seeing the look Bosco threw in her direction. "If we killed your sons... me and Bosco... why did you kill them?"
Amanda crouched again, and in a harsh whispered voice, just on the barrier of audible for Bosco, she replied, "Because they were there."
"But they didn't kill anybody!" Faith uttered with an edge of anger.
Amanda's hand took hold of Faith's lower jaw, keeping their eyes locked, and revealed triumphantly, "They also didn't stop you from killing my children."
Faith yanked herself from Amanda's grip, and glared. "You're crazy."
Warren punched Bosco, knocking him down to the ground hard.
Faith turned her head to look at her fallen partner, seeing his eyes meet hers, letting her know he was okay, and then glared back at Amanda, just as she stood up. She walked away, even as Warren dragged Bosco over to the wall near Faith and dumped him rather unceremoniously against it.
"You okay?" Faith muttered to him in concern, seeing his nod. He didn't say anything, simply sat there, trying not to look at her. Was he ashamed?
He had no need to be. She didn't blame him... but he didn't know that. It wouldn't have mattered if he did anyway. He would have shrugged it off as Faith being considerate and still blamed himself anyway.
She had determined that the blood down his face was from the same injury he had sustained in their car accident, so at least they hadn't hurt him anymore than they already had.
At least not yet.
* * *
Jimmy climbed the stairs up into the firehouse, breathing out heavily, and recalling the dilemma of the NYPD down the street. Four dead officers in two days, and now they had two missing on top of all that... it was hectic.
Shaking his head, he poured himself a cup of coffee, and sipped it casually, glancing out of the window in the rec room to see the bustling about of police officers as they went about trying to find the two missing cops.
Yokas had gone missing yesterday afternoon, and Bosco had disappeared some time between then and this morning, when his neighbour had claimed he'd stormed out of his building. It was all a little puzzling to the fireman, and he turned away from the window, trying to think of something else.
The others from his engine were relaxing around the house, and Walsh was making something to eat for them all. Jimmy wasn't hungry, but damn, it smelt good.
I wonder if Kim and Bobby are back yet, he found himself thinking, glancing out of the window, and seeing a bus pull up. When Doc and Carlos hopped out, he frowned, and gave himself a mental shove, reminding himself that Brooke would be waiting for him when he got home that night.
Moments later, Doc and Carlos arrived at the top of the stairs, the former heading straight for the coffee, and the latter wandering over to the kitchen to see what Walsh was whipping up. He was shooed away, and he grabbed a juice out of the refrigerator.
"Any word yet?" Jimmy asked of them without really realising.
Doc shook his head. "They tried Bosco's cell, but didn't get an answer. The third time, it just went dead. They haven't been able to get a connection since." He accompanied the statement with a loose shrug beneath his jacket, and glanced out of the window as lightning flashed in the sky, and the heavens split open once again. He groaned.
Carlos wandered over, shaking his juice, and looked out of the window. "I thought we were actually going to see the sun again." He sighed, opening the bottle.
"It hasn't been good weather for a few days now," Jimmy mumbled to himself, hearing Walsh, DK and the others in the kitchen. The food was nearly ready. "Not since this all started."
"Well, at least they're not after FDNY, huh?" Carlos muttered, and Jimmy and Doc turned to him, looks of disbelief on their faces.
As Walsh called from the kitchen, Jimmy and Doc walked away at once, leaving Carlos at the window, wondering what he had said that was so wrong.
* * *
His side ached so much he felt on the verge of passing out, but he tried to hide it as much as was possible as he sat, knees drawn up, against the wall, breathing slowly, closing his eyes for a few moments at a time, trying to ease the pain. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of knowing they had already hurt him.
He could feel the blood on the side of his face, but without the use of his hands, there was little he could do about it. He just had to bear it.
"Bosco," he heard from beside him, just barely, "Bos', are you okay?"
His head turned, and he regarded her for a moment before registering her question. Bosco nodded. "I'm fine."
She sighed. "Bosco, don't lie to me... not now. I don't need it. You're in pain."
"Then why ask me if I'm okay when you know the answer, Faith?" he asked of her quietly, voice low, eyes meeting hers seriously. His eyes found another focal point not far away on the floor after a few seconds, and he added, "I'll be alright."
The silence descended on them suddenly, sweeping over them before they even realised. They sat side by side against the wall, the woman named Amanda Olmos stood staring silently out of the window, eyes blank, arms crossed over her chest pensively.
She was unsettling to look upon. The expression -or lack thereof- on her face was disturbing. The murderous and vengeful intent in her eyes was intense, penetrating.
"It's getting dark," Yokas murmured sorrowfully from beside him, and he turned his head to her, even as she continued, "Charlie and Emily should be home from school by now."
Bosco felt the frown form on his face, and he swallowed dryly, before saying to her sincerely, "We're gonna get outta this, Faith... trust me. This isn't gonna be how it ends, alright?"
Her compassionate gaze locked with his, and her eyes welled for a moment, before she took a deep breath in, and blinked back the tears swiftly, nodding in agreement. "Okay."
"You all right?" he pushed, raising his eyebrows, feeling a wave of throbbing arise from his side, and completely ignoring it. It wasn't his main concern right now... he wanted to make sure his partner was going to be okay.
"I'm good," she replied firmly, nodding still, managing the weakest smile he had ever seen from her.
Suddenly, the woman turned from the window, and a sardonic smile swept across her lean face. Her eyes found the two of them, and they stared right back. She called out the door, even though it was closed, and paced over to them, coming to stand just before them.
Bosco looked up at her, his fists clenching behind his back, and he wanted nothing more than to lash out at her.
The large man from before, identified as Warren, entered the room, followed by two others. They came up just behind her, and stopped, waiting silently for her to tell them what to do.
She didn't disappoint. "Get them in the car," she said, her voice a low hiss of eager anticipation, "let's go."
Bosco saw the arms reach down to grab him, and tried to move away from them, feeling them latch about his arms and his jacket, dragging him off the floor, shortly before the third man retrieved Yokas.
Bosco and his partner locked eyes for a moment, and what was in truth only a matter of mere moments seemed to last much longer, even as they were dragged out of the door, still looking to one another. Yokas' fear was evident in her eyes, and she looked pleadingly to him, as though she hoped he had an idea of how they were going to get out of this mess.
Bosco had no idea.
Damn your pride, she thought quickly, before she looked pleadingly to Amanda Olmos, who simply disregarded her, interested instead in the new entertainment. The large man she had identified as Warren hovered over Bosco with a grin.
Faith had to look away when Warren hit Bosco again, sensing more than hearing her partner stifle the shout he wanted to release. He didn't want them to know they were hurting him. He had always been that way, and Faith knew there was nothing she could do to change that. She just wanted to help him now.
Warren hauled Bosco off the floor, and rammed him into the wall behind them, letting Amanda move over before he let go of him.
Amanda stood to the side slightly, arms crossed over her chest casually. "Aidan and Kieran," she said in a hushed voice, staring at Bosco. "My oldest, and my youngest. You killed them. Your partner killed Ricardo. Does that make you feel important? Killing innocent people?"
"They weren't innocent," Faith said hurriedly from her place across the room, trying to divert some of the attention from her partner onto her. He was always protecting her... it was time she tried to return the favour.
The dark eyes turned on her.
"They killed a cop, and civilians." Faith shook her head, and then continued by asking, "Why did you kill the others?"
Amanda stalked over, standing before her like a predator over injured prey. "What others?"
"Spencer, Hinds... Gregory and Faraday." Faith narrowed her eyes, seeing the look Bosco threw in her direction. "If we killed your sons... me and Bosco... why did you kill them?"
Amanda crouched again, and in a harsh whispered voice, just on the barrier of audible for Bosco, she replied, "Because they were there."
"But they didn't kill anybody!" Faith uttered with an edge of anger.
Amanda's hand took hold of Faith's lower jaw, keeping their eyes locked, and revealed triumphantly, "They also didn't stop you from killing my children."
Faith yanked herself from Amanda's grip, and glared. "You're crazy."
Warren punched Bosco, knocking him down to the ground hard.
Faith turned her head to look at her fallen partner, seeing his eyes meet hers, letting her know he was okay, and then glared back at Amanda, just as she stood up. She walked away, even as Warren dragged Bosco over to the wall near Faith and dumped him rather unceremoniously against it.
"You okay?" Faith muttered to him in concern, seeing his nod. He didn't say anything, simply sat there, trying not to look at her. Was he ashamed?
He had no need to be. She didn't blame him... but he didn't know that. It wouldn't have mattered if he did anyway. He would have shrugged it off as Faith being considerate and still blamed himself anyway.
She had determined that the blood down his face was from the same injury he had sustained in their car accident, so at least they hadn't hurt him anymore than they already had.
At least not yet.
* * *
Jimmy climbed the stairs up into the firehouse, breathing out heavily, and recalling the dilemma of the NYPD down the street. Four dead officers in two days, and now they had two missing on top of all that... it was hectic.
Shaking his head, he poured himself a cup of coffee, and sipped it casually, glancing out of the window in the rec room to see the bustling about of police officers as they went about trying to find the two missing cops.
Yokas had gone missing yesterday afternoon, and Bosco had disappeared some time between then and this morning, when his neighbour had claimed he'd stormed out of his building. It was all a little puzzling to the fireman, and he turned away from the window, trying to think of something else.
The others from his engine were relaxing around the house, and Walsh was making something to eat for them all. Jimmy wasn't hungry, but damn, it smelt good.
I wonder if Kim and Bobby are back yet, he found himself thinking, glancing out of the window, and seeing a bus pull up. When Doc and Carlos hopped out, he frowned, and gave himself a mental shove, reminding himself that Brooke would be waiting for him when he got home that night.
Moments later, Doc and Carlos arrived at the top of the stairs, the former heading straight for the coffee, and the latter wandering over to the kitchen to see what Walsh was whipping up. He was shooed away, and he grabbed a juice out of the refrigerator.
"Any word yet?" Jimmy asked of them without really realising.
Doc shook his head. "They tried Bosco's cell, but didn't get an answer. The third time, it just went dead. They haven't been able to get a connection since." He accompanied the statement with a loose shrug beneath his jacket, and glanced out of the window as lightning flashed in the sky, and the heavens split open once again. He groaned.
Carlos wandered over, shaking his juice, and looked out of the window. "I thought we were actually going to see the sun again." He sighed, opening the bottle.
"It hasn't been good weather for a few days now," Jimmy mumbled to himself, hearing Walsh, DK and the others in the kitchen. The food was nearly ready. "Not since this all started."
"Well, at least they're not after FDNY, huh?" Carlos muttered, and Jimmy and Doc turned to him, looks of disbelief on their faces.
As Walsh called from the kitchen, Jimmy and Doc walked away at once, leaving Carlos at the window, wondering what he had said that was so wrong.
* * *
His side ached so much he felt on the verge of passing out, but he tried to hide it as much as was possible as he sat, knees drawn up, against the wall, breathing slowly, closing his eyes for a few moments at a time, trying to ease the pain. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of knowing they had already hurt him.
He could feel the blood on the side of his face, but without the use of his hands, there was little he could do about it. He just had to bear it.
"Bosco," he heard from beside him, just barely, "Bos', are you okay?"
His head turned, and he regarded her for a moment before registering her question. Bosco nodded. "I'm fine."
She sighed. "Bosco, don't lie to me... not now. I don't need it. You're in pain."
"Then why ask me if I'm okay when you know the answer, Faith?" he asked of her quietly, voice low, eyes meeting hers seriously. His eyes found another focal point not far away on the floor after a few seconds, and he added, "I'll be alright."
The silence descended on them suddenly, sweeping over them before they even realised. They sat side by side against the wall, the woman named Amanda Olmos stood staring silently out of the window, eyes blank, arms crossed over her chest pensively.
She was unsettling to look upon. The expression -or lack thereof- on her face was disturbing. The murderous and vengeful intent in her eyes was intense, penetrating.
"It's getting dark," Yokas murmured sorrowfully from beside him, and he turned his head to her, even as she continued, "Charlie and Emily should be home from school by now."
Bosco felt the frown form on his face, and he swallowed dryly, before saying to her sincerely, "We're gonna get outta this, Faith... trust me. This isn't gonna be how it ends, alright?"
Her compassionate gaze locked with his, and her eyes welled for a moment, before she took a deep breath in, and blinked back the tears swiftly, nodding in agreement. "Okay."
"You all right?" he pushed, raising his eyebrows, feeling a wave of throbbing arise from his side, and completely ignoring it. It wasn't his main concern right now... he wanted to make sure his partner was going to be okay.
"I'm good," she replied firmly, nodding still, managing the weakest smile he had ever seen from her.
Suddenly, the woman turned from the window, and a sardonic smile swept across her lean face. Her eyes found the two of them, and they stared right back. She called out the door, even though it was closed, and paced over to them, coming to stand just before them.
Bosco looked up at her, his fists clenching behind his back, and he wanted nothing more than to lash out at her.
The large man from before, identified as Warren, entered the room, followed by two others. They came up just behind her, and stopped, waiting silently for her to tell them what to do.
She didn't disappoint. "Get them in the car," she said, her voice a low hiss of eager anticipation, "let's go."
Bosco saw the arms reach down to grab him, and tried to move away from them, feeling them latch about his arms and his jacket, dragging him off the floor, shortly before the third man retrieved Yokas.
Bosco and his partner locked eyes for a moment, and what was in truth only a matter of mere moments seemed to last much longer, even as they were dragged out of the door, still looking to one another. Yokas' fear was evident in her eyes, and she looked pleadingly to him, as though she hoped he had an idea of how they were going to get out of this mess.
Bosco had no idea.