TITLE: One heart beat for every lost day.
AUTHOR: faith_in_Faith
E-MAIL: faith_in_Faith@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't owe this characters, I just use them for inspiration.
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Up to and including season four but this one starts BEFORE "she said, he said".
AUTHORS NOT: Please read and review!
CHAPTER TWO.
9:00 pm.
"Can you tell me why we always have to take this domestic calls?" Bosco said annoyed as he drove the RMP down the street. Faith sighed. "Maybe because that's what cops do?" Bosco just rolled his eyes and continued to drive.
"Witch apartment was it?" Bosco asked.
"53B," Faith answered.
They went up the stairs and found the door. Faith knocked, and an old man with white hair and a beard opened the door. "Did you call in a domestic disturbance sir?" Faith asked.
"Yes", the man said. "It's the apartment across the hall. I think he beats his wife every now and then, because their kids come running to me, scared as hell, but they never say a word about what has happened and I never hear a sound, so that's why I never have called in before.." His voice trailed off.
"And exactly what made you call it in this time?" Bosco said impatiently.
"I saw him leave almost two hours ago. He always leaves afterwards, and then she usually comes and gets the boys, but not today. It's way after their bed time so I was afraid he might have hurt her this time."
" He always hurt her," came a little voice from behind the man. Both Bosco and Faith looked down and saw a little boy with brown curly hair and big blue eyes looking up at them.
"Hey there champ," Bosco said as he crouched down in front of the boy. "What's your name?"
" I'm Samuel," the boy said quietly.
" Okay, Samuel do you want to tell me what you think have happened to your mother?"
" You're a cop, right?"
Bosco smiled, "Yes I am."
"Are you a good cop or a bad cop? "the boy asked, his face very serious.
Bosco felt confused and looked up on Faith for support:
" Don't you worry, "Faith said smiling down at the boy. "He's a really good cop, and he likes to help people who's in trouble, actually we both do."
"Is he nice to his wife too?"
"Yeah well, he has no wife but if he had one I'm sure he would be really nice to her," Faith said, her voice very serious. Bosco felt more and more confused. What the hell was all this about? He started to get a very bad feeling about it though.
"If I tell you, will you arrest my dad then?" He looked at Bosco again.
"If he has hurt your mother I will, yes."
"But he told Ma no one would help her because a cop never arrests another cop." The boy looked at Bosco with sadness in his eyes.
" Shut up Samuel! He would beat you if he knew you said these things," another little voice screamed and a boy looking exacts the same as Samuel appeared in the doorway.
Bosco felt his jaw clenched. This couldn't be true, right? There was no way they were dealing with a fucking cop beaten up his wife, right? But deep inside he knew it was true. He could see the fear in the boys' eyes. It was all too familiar to him and all the questions made sense too. He looked up at Faith again and he could see the same anger and disgust in her eyes as he felt. He cleared his voice:
"Well, actually we do. Good cops arrest bad cops, right Faith?" he said looking up at her again.
"That's right," she answered, looking down at the boys giving them a reassuring smile.
"So if we tell you, he go to jail, right?" the other little boy asked.
"Yes, he does. I wouldn't let him hurt you or your Ma again. OK?"
"Promise?"
"Promise," Bosco said firmly.
" He hurt her all the time," Samuel said. " Sometimes with a baseball bat. She has a lot of pain," he said, tears now in his eyes.
"OK, my partner and I will check into your Ma. You two stay with Mr?" Bosco stood up and looked at the man.
"Hanson " the man said.
"Stay here with Mr Hanson. We'll be right back, OK?"
"OK" the boys said in unison.
"What's your mothers name?" Faith asked.
"Anna Lewis" the man said before any of the boys had a chance to respond. "Her name is Anna Lewis."
Faith knocked on the door and called out, " Mrs Lewis, are you all right? You don't have to be afraid. It's the police." The irony of what she just said hit her and she made a face. There was no sound from the apartment. Faith tried again a little louder this time, still nothing.
"We have to get in there right away! "Bosco said impatiently, feeling how the anger filled him.
"You're right, she's probably badly hurt," Faith said looking at him worriedly.
"Step back," he said as he kicked the door open.
There was nothing to see in the hallway, so Faith headed towards the living room and Bosco towards the kitchen. He immediately spotted a woman on the floor and rushed to her side and knelt down. He felt for a pulse and found one, week, but it was there. He could tell she was breathing on her own too. He felt relived; at least he didn't have to tell the boys out there that their mother was dead.
"In here Faith," he shouted and then he said in his radio "55 David to central, we need a bus on the rush at this location."
" The bus is on its way 55 David."
He looked down at the woman who was very badly beaten. Blood, cuts and bruises were all over her. He cursed under his breath silently promising himself that this bastard was going to pay. No one did this to a woman, especially not a cop. He heard Faith take in a breath behind him and turned to look at her.
"Oh my God", she said quietly, thinking about that one of "their own" had done this.
Bosco just looked at her for a moment "I called for a bus," he said at last.
"Good", she nodded.
Bosco turned his attention back to the woman on the floor. There was something vaguely familiar about her, but it could be his imagination. She was so badly beaten that it was hard to tell what she really looked like. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked directly at him. Her big light blue eyes looked at him filled with confusion and fear as she tried to move. He carefully put his hand on her chest to stop her from moving so that she didn't injure herself any further. He smiled at her and said in a reassuring voice:
"Don't you worry, everything is gonna be just fine. I know you are in a lot of pain right now but I have called for the paramedics and they'll be here soon. They'll take care of you."
Suddenly their eyes locked and he stared at her in chock. It couldn't be her, right? It just couldn't, but he knew it was. He could see in her eyes that she recognized him and he would recognize those eyes anywhere. It was the very same eyes that hunted him in his dreams to remind him about what he had lost because he was an idiot, and because he was afraid to love. Afraid he would end up doing something like this.
"Anna!" he whispered barely audible.
She tried to say something, but she couldn't. The bastard had probably brooked her jaw, he thought angrily. She didn't have to say anything though. He knew her well enough to read the questions in her eyes and know what to answer.
"Yes, Anna it's me. It's Bosco," he said, his voice almost failing him because of all the mixed emotions he felt, and managed to give her a little smile.
"Don't you worry about a thing, OK? The boys are all right, and everything is gonna be just fine. I promise." He took her hand and squeezed it carefully. She squeezed his hand back very weakly, her eyes never leaving his.
"It's gonna be OK," he said once again, still smiling.
"I'll make this hell go away. You just stay alive, OK?" he squeezed her hand again.
"Let's make a deal, he said. I'll make this hell go away and you just stay alive, OK?" A weak pressure to his hand was her answer before she closed her eyes again.
"Anna!" he said loudly feeling for her pulse again, relief filled him as he found it.
"Bosco?" Faith said, her voice mixed with confusion and worry. " Do you know her?"
"Yeah, I know her," he said sadly.
AUTHOR: faith_in_Faith
E-MAIL: faith_in_Faith@hotmail.com
DISCLAIMER: I don't owe this characters, I just use them for inspiration.
RATING: PG-13
SPOILERS: Up to and including season four but this one starts BEFORE "she said, he said".
AUTHORS NOT: Please read and review!
CHAPTER TWO.
9:00 pm.
"Can you tell me why we always have to take this domestic calls?" Bosco said annoyed as he drove the RMP down the street. Faith sighed. "Maybe because that's what cops do?" Bosco just rolled his eyes and continued to drive.
"Witch apartment was it?" Bosco asked.
"53B," Faith answered.
They went up the stairs and found the door. Faith knocked, and an old man with white hair and a beard opened the door. "Did you call in a domestic disturbance sir?" Faith asked.
"Yes", the man said. "It's the apartment across the hall. I think he beats his wife every now and then, because their kids come running to me, scared as hell, but they never say a word about what has happened and I never hear a sound, so that's why I never have called in before.." His voice trailed off.
"And exactly what made you call it in this time?" Bosco said impatiently.
"I saw him leave almost two hours ago. He always leaves afterwards, and then she usually comes and gets the boys, but not today. It's way after their bed time so I was afraid he might have hurt her this time."
" He always hurt her," came a little voice from behind the man. Both Bosco and Faith looked down and saw a little boy with brown curly hair and big blue eyes looking up at them.
"Hey there champ," Bosco said as he crouched down in front of the boy. "What's your name?"
" I'm Samuel," the boy said quietly.
" Okay, Samuel do you want to tell me what you think have happened to your mother?"
" You're a cop, right?"
Bosco smiled, "Yes I am."
"Are you a good cop or a bad cop? "the boy asked, his face very serious.
Bosco felt confused and looked up on Faith for support:
" Don't you worry, "Faith said smiling down at the boy. "He's a really good cop, and he likes to help people who's in trouble, actually we both do."
"Is he nice to his wife too?"
"Yeah well, he has no wife but if he had one I'm sure he would be really nice to her," Faith said, her voice very serious. Bosco felt more and more confused. What the hell was all this about? He started to get a very bad feeling about it though.
"If I tell you, will you arrest my dad then?" He looked at Bosco again.
"If he has hurt your mother I will, yes."
"But he told Ma no one would help her because a cop never arrests another cop." The boy looked at Bosco with sadness in his eyes.
" Shut up Samuel! He would beat you if he knew you said these things," another little voice screamed and a boy looking exacts the same as Samuel appeared in the doorway.
Bosco felt his jaw clenched. This couldn't be true, right? There was no way they were dealing with a fucking cop beaten up his wife, right? But deep inside he knew it was true. He could see the fear in the boys' eyes. It was all too familiar to him and all the questions made sense too. He looked up at Faith again and he could see the same anger and disgust in her eyes as he felt. He cleared his voice:
"Well, actually we do. Good cops arrest bad cops, right Faith?" he said looking up at her again.
"That's right," she answered, looking down at the boys giving them a reassuring smile.
"So if we tell you, he go to jail, right?" the other little boy asked.
"Yes, he does. I wouldn't let him hurt you or your Ma again. OK?"
"Promise?"
"Promise," Bosco said firmly.
" He hurt her all the time," Samuel said. " Sometimes with a baseball bat. She has a lot of pain," he said, tears now in his eyes.
"OK, my partner and I will check into your Ma. You two stay with Mr?" Bosco stood up and looked at the man.
"Hanson " the man said.
"Stay here with Mr Hanson. We'll be right back, OK?"
"OK" the boys said in unison.
"What's your mothers name?" Faith asked.
"Anna Lewis" the man said before any of the boys had a chance to respond. "Her name is Anna Lewis."
Faith knocked on the door and called out, " Mrs Lewis, are you all right? You don't have to be afraid. It's the police." The irony of what she just said hit her and she made a face. There was no sound from the apartment. Faith tried again a little louder this time, still nothing.
"We have to get in there right away! "Bosco said impatiently, feeling how the anger filled him.
"You're right, she's probably badly hurt," Faith said looking at him worriedly.
"Step back," he said as he kicked the door open.
There was nothing to see in the hallway, so Faith headed towards the living room and Bosco towards the kitchen. He immediately spotted a woman on the floor and rushed to her side and knelt down. He felt for a pulse and found one, week, but it was there. He could tell she was breathing on her own too. He felt relived; at least he didn't have to tell the boys out there that their mother was dead.
"In here Faith," he shouted and then he said in his radio "55 David to central, we need a bus on the rush at this location."
" The bus is on its way 55 David."
He looked down at the woman who was very badly beaten. Blood, cuts and bruises were all over her. He cursed under his breath silently promising himself that this bastard was going to pay. No one did this to a woman, especially not a cop. He heard Faith take in a breath behind him and turned to look at her.
"Oh my God", she said quietly, thinking about that one of "their own" had done this.
Bosco just looked at her for a moment "I called for a bus," he said at last.
"Good", she nodded.
Bosco turned his attention back to the woman on the floor. There was something vaguely familiar about her, but it could be his imagination. She was so badly beaten that it was hard to tell what she really looked like. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked directly at him. Her big light blue eyes looked at him filled with confusion and fear as she tried to move. He carefully put his hand on her chest to stop her from moving so that she didn't injure herself any further. He smiled at her and said in a reassuring voice:
"Don't you worry, everything is gonna be just fine. I know you are in a lot of pain right now but I have called for the paramedics and they'll be here soon. They'll take care of you."
Suddenly their eyes locked and he stared at her in chock. It couldn't be her, right? It just couldn't, but he knew it was. He could see in her eyes that she recognized him and he would recognize those eyes anywhere. It was the very same eyes that hunted him in his dreams to remind him about what he had lost because he was an idiot, and because he was afraid to love. Afraid he would end up doing something like this.
"Anna!" he whispered barely audible.
She tried to say something, but she couldn't. The bastard had probably brooked her jaw, he thought angrily. She didn't have to say anything though. He knew her well enough to read the questions in her eyes and know what to answer.
"Yes, Anna it's me. It's Bosco," he said, his voice almost failing him because of all the mixed emotions he felt, and managed to give her a little smile.
"Don't you worry about a thing, OK? The boys are all right, and everything is gonna be just fine. I promise." He took her hand and squeezed it carefully. She squeezed his hand back very weakly, her eyes never leaving his.
"It's gonna be OK," he said once again, still smiling.
"I'll make this hell go away. You just stay alive, OK?" he squeezed her hand again.
"Let's make a deal, he said. I'll make this hell go away and you just stay alive, OK?" A weak pressure to his hand was her answer before she closed her eyes again.
"Anna!" he said loudly feeling for her pulse again, relief filled him as he found it.
"Bosco?" Faith said, her voice mixed with confusion and worry. " Do you know her?"
"Yeah, I know her," he said sadly.