Title: Family Matters Chapter 17
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM; ToriBoscorelli
Spoilers: My Take on 'Childhood Memories' this now takes place after
'Falling' and 'The Greater Good'
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen
Bernero and NBC. Those lucky bastards. I'm only renting them for a while, I
plan to be kind a rewind
when I return them.
Summary: Bosco's back at work after his panic attacks.
A/N: Someone talked me into bringing this story back and doing more with
it. So I did.
It had been a while since that dye bag went off in my face, an' I had 'em panic attacks, I was finally back at work. Sure at first I liked the time off. I got to spend time with my sister. But I missed the job.
She's getting real better now. She's gained 15lbs since she's left the hospital. It's good to see her better. I was a little worried for a while after my attacks. I told her the truth, I didn't want to--but in the long run I knew it would be better for her to know the truth right away an' not find out later--from someone else. I'd been seeing this shrink friend of Sully's, O'Mally, I didn't like the idea at first an' I wasn't 'bout to go back there. I ended up havin' no choice really. If I didn't I could have lost my job.
I drove down the street my arm restin' on the door, my chin in my hand. drivin' while drummin' my fingers on the steerin' wheel. I looked over towards Faith who was watchin' out the window. We had been on shift for 'bout 5 hours already an' it had been slow an' borin' "So O'Mally want to meet my sister talk to her an' all. I've mentioned her a few times. Told 'bout how she was sick an' he wants to talk to her. With me there of course."
"Really? What does she think 'bout it?" Faith asks lookin' towards me.
"She isn't to happy with the idea of me tellin' my shrink 'bout her problems an' all. But he asked what was I suppose to do ya know?" I look back at the road as we come to a red light.
"Is she going?" Faith asked me pushing her blonde bangs back behind her ears.
"Yeah--we're goin' tomorrow. I don' think she wanted to at first but changed her mind. sayin' she's already seein' like six different doctors as it is, what's a seventh."
Faith smiles. "She's been handlin' all this pretty good huh Bos?" She asks still smilin'
"Yea, I was scared when I brought her home, I didn't think she'd keep her diet up an' her doctor appointments but she has. I'm proud of her; real proud" I start drivin' again as the light turns green. "She's even thinkin' 'bout goin' back to school this fall. She's goin' to start out part-time, but it's better then nothin'."
Faith nods and again she smiles. "NYU again?"
"Yup, the scholarship is still good, so she's goin' to use what's left of it. She still wants to be a cop. After all the shit she's seein' me go through. The towers fallin' me gettin' shot...Hobart."
"You told her 'bout Hobart?"
I Looked over at faith. I forgot to tell her, I'd told Mercedes 'bout what happen that day up on the roof. I told when I told her 'bout the panic attacks. I figured if I was honest with her, she'd be honest with me. We kinda made a pact. I nod at Faith. "yea, I'm tryin' to be honest an' open 'bout things with her. hopin' she'll be the same with him an' won' let things get so bad anymore. Seems to be workin'."
"Yea? How'd she take it." She looks over at me concern growing across her face.
I make a left and continue drivin' "Not to good at first, she wasn't happy 'bout the part of him holdin' the gun to my head." I closed my eyes tryin' to forget the images of that day. "But I told her didn't hurt me an' I was okay an' she felt better 'bout the whole thing."
She looks over at me an' her look of concern turn into a smile. "Good for you Bos, I'm glad things are workin' out."
I smile back at her. "Me too." I was glad, through out the whole panic attack thing. I kept thinkin' 'bout Mercedes, knowin' if I had to get better for anyone--it was for her. After all the crap she'd been through I couldn't jus' not do anythin'. "She's back workin' with my Ma at the bar a little. makin' some extra cash." I smirk. "It's kinda cute, ya know watchin' her buy her own groceries an' what not. Givin' me money for her half of the rent. Which I take, but I plan on puttin' it in a card for her Birthday or somethin' She won't take no for an answer so I'm jus' goin' to give it back to her."
Faith laughs. "Whatever happen to that little girl, who use to come up to the precinct 'cause it was too cold to walk home from school, or she forgot her keys?" She asked.
"She grew up into a smart young lady. That's what. I do kinda miss that little 13-year-old." I said both my hands now drumming on the steerin' wheel. "Scary. One minuet ya changin' their diapers, next thing ya know. They're married an' have 3.5 kids an' a mini-van with one of them Soccer Ball stickers in the back window."
Faith started laughing.
"What?" I asked not havin' any idea of what she was laughing at. her face turnin' red from laughter. "What's so funny?"
"Picturing you changin' a diaper." She said still laughing, her face turnin' more red as time went on.
Hey!" I said a bit hurt. "I'll have you know I did a very good job changin' her diapers. My ma even said so."
She started laughing even harder now. "Where's ya apron Betty Crocker?"
I jus' stared at her. "That hurts...that really hurts Faith."
"Awe c'mon Bosco, I was jus' jokin' but it is an amusing idea. As for the whole soccer Mom thing. I think ya have sometime before you have to worry 'bout Mercedes becomin' one."
I looked over at her again. "i hope, they don' stay young forever. the baby vird eventually leaves the nest."
Faith stared at me. "You've been readin' Women's Day again haven't you Bosco."
"You know what, this conversation--it's over, I'm hungry." I smirk, tryin' to get the subject on somethin' else. "How 'bout Manny's?
She snorts a little tryin' to hold back her laughter. "Manny's it is...you goin' to show your Martha Stewart cookin' skills off."
"Not funny!"
It had been a while since that dye bag went off in my face, an' I had 'em panic attacks, I was finally back at work. Sure at first I liked the time off. I got to spend time with my sister. But I missed the job.
She's getting real better now. She's gained 15lbs since she's left the hospital. It's good to see her better. I was a little worried for a while after my attacks. I told her the truth, I didn't want to--but in the long run I knew it would be better for her to know the truth right away an' not find out later--from someone else. I'd been seeing this shrink friend of Sully's, O'Mally, I didn't like the idea at first an' I wasn't 'bout to go back there. I ended up havin' no choice really. If I didn't I could have lost my job.
I drove down the street my arm restin' on the door, my chin in my hand. drivin' while drummin' my fingers on the steerin' wheel. I looked over towards Faith who was watchin' out the window. We had been on shift for 'bout 5 hours already an' it had been slow an' borin' "So O'Mally want to meet my sister talk to her an' all. I've mentioned her a few times. Told 'bout how she was sick an' he wants to talk to her. With me there of course."
"Really? What does she think 'bout it?" Faith asks lookin' towards me.
"She isn't to happy with the idea of me tellin' my shrink 'bout her problems an' all. But he asked what was I suppose to do ya know?" I look back at the road as we come to a red light.
"Is she going?" Faith asked me pushing her blonde bangs back behind her ears.
"Yeah--we're goin' tomorrow. I don' think she wanted to at first but changed her mind. sayin' she's already seein' like six different doctors as it is, what's a seventh."
Faith smiles. "She's been handlin' all this pretty good huh Bos?" She asks still smilin'
"Yea, I was scared when I brought her home, I didn't think she'd keep her diet up an' her doctor appointments but she has. I'm proud of her; real proud" I start drivin' again as the light turns green. "She's even thinkin' 'bout goin' back to school this fall. She's goin' to start out part-time, but it's better then nothin'."
Faith nods and again she smiles. "NYU again?"
"Yup, the scholarship is still good, so she's goin' to use what's left of it. She still wants to be a cop. After all the shit she's seein' me go through. The towers fallin' me gettin' shot...Hobart."
"You told her 'bout Hobart?"
I Looked over at faith. I forgot to tell her, I'd told Mercedes 'bout what happen that day up on the roof. I told when I told her 'bout the panic attacks. I figured if I was honest with her, she'd be honest with me. We kinda made a pact. I nod at Faith. "yea, I'm tryin' to be honest an' open 'bout things with her. hopin' she'll be the same with him an' won' let things get so bad anymore. Seems to be workin'."
"Yea? How'd she take it." She looks over at me concern growing across her face.
I make a left and continue drivin' "Not to good at first, she wasn't happy 'bout the part of him holdin' the gun to my head." I closed my eyes tryin' to forget the images of that day. "But I told her didn't hurt me an' I was okay an' she felt better 'bout the whole thing."
She looks over at me an' her look of concern turn into a smile. "Good for you Bos, I'm glad things are workin' out."
I smile back at her. "Me too." I was glad, through out the whole panic attack thing. I kept thinkin' 'bout Mercedes, knowin' if I had to get better for anyone--it was for her. After all the crap she'd been through I couldn't jus' not do anythin'. "She's back workin' with my Ma at the bar a little. makin' some extra cash." I smirk. "It's kinda cute, ya know watchin' her buy her own groceries an' what not. Givin' me money for her half of the rent. Which I take, but I plan on puttin' it in a card for her Birthday or somethin' She won't take no for an answer so I'm jus' goin' to give it back to her."
Faith laughs. "Whatever happen to that little girl, who use to come up to the precinct 'cause it was too cold to walk home from school, or she forgot her keys?" She asked.
"She grew up into a smart young lady. That's what. I do kinda miss that little 13-year-old." I said both my hands now drumming on the steerin' wheel. "Scary. One minuet ya changin' their diapers, next thing ya know. They're married an' have 3.5 kids an' a mini-van with one of them Soccer Ball stickers in the back window."
Faith started laughing.
"What?" I asked not havin' any idea of what she was laughing at. her face turnin' red from laughter. "What's so funny?"
"Picturing you changin' a diaper." She said still laughing, her face turnin' more red as time went on.
Hey!" I said a bit hurt. "I'll have you know I did a very good job changin' her diapers. My ma even said so."
She started laughing even harder now. "Where's ya apron Betty Crocker?"
I jus' stared at her. "That hurts...that really hurts Faith."
"Awe c'mon Bosco, I was jus' jokin' but it is an amusing idea. As for the whole soccer Mom thing. I think ya have sometime before you have to worry 'bout Mercedes becomin' one."
I looked over at her again. "i hope, they don' stay young forever. the baby vird eventually leaves the nest."
Faith stared at me. "You've been readin' Women's Day again haven't you Bosco."
"You know what, this conversation--it's over, I'm hungry." I smirk, tryin' to get the subject on somethin' else. "How 'bout Manny's?
She snorts a little tryin' to hold back her laughter. "Manny's it is...you goin' to show your Martha Stewart cookin' skills off."
"Not funny!"