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Previously in this story: The suspension was cancelled for all of the officers except for Faith, who is suspended because another complaint was called in. When she asks Bosco for help, he blows her off. Cruz plants money in Sully's apartment to set him up for the story she fabricated with the suspects. Lieu reprimands Sully for not writing a report, among other things.
~Chapter Five~
[A few days later]
Bosco is still working ACU with Cruz, Davis is still riding with Gusler, and Sully and Faith are both on a suspension.
Sully is taking a bag of garbage out to the curb and as he walks to the door, he runs into Faith walking in the building.
"Sully...how ya doin?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. I saw the news on tv. It said you took money from the bomber." She looks down at the floor. "I don't believe it for a second. I wanted to see if you were ok. I tried to call but..."
"Yah...I'm not answering my phone. It's either reporters, or death threats."
"My God...how the hell did this happen Sul?"
"I don't know what's goin on. Someone is setting me up. I swear to God I don't know where that money came from...or how it got in my apartment. I certainly don't know those guys that fingered me."
A neighbor walks in the building and Sully says hello to her. She glares at him, and walks quickly to her apartment. Faith looks at him sadly, and says, "Why don't we go up to your place and talk."
"Don't you have to get to work?"
"No...didn't ya hear? I got suspended too."
"What? Because of me?"
"No...for somethin else. I've been set up too. Someone's been callin the desk and reportin me for misconduct. Bosco was suppose to talk to the Lieutenant for me, and verify it isn't true...but he never did...and I wouldn't be surprised if it's because Cruz wouldn't let him."
"What the hell is goin on Faith? Who could have it out for us? Ya know what...why don't we get out of here...go somewhere we can talk. They trashed my place and I'm still trying to get it put back together."
"Those bastards. You'd think they'd be decent about it, being as you're on the job an all. They should give ya the benefit of the doubt. But not us...they treat us worse than the garbage we arrest off the street."
[A few hours later]
Davis and Gusler are riding on patrol when dispatch puts out a call, "55-Charlie...we have a disturbance at a bar...101 Avery St."
Gusler grabs the radio, "55-Charlie...101 Avery." He furrows his brow, as he clicks off the radio, and stares worriedly out the window.
Davis glances at him briefly, then stares straight ahead with the same worried look.
Suddenly the radio is sending out calls one after the other. "All available units in the 55 ...we are receiving reports of gun shots at a deli at 102 Avery." Then a minute later, "All units respond to gunfire at 106 and 107 Avery. We now receiving multiple reports of gun fire between 98 and 107 Avery....All units in the 55 and the 63 respond to the 100 block of Avery street."
"Oh my God!" Davis says.
"Gusler looks over at him, eyes wide, and says, "Do you realize where we're going?"
"Hell yah...last time I was in that neighborhood, I got shot. Sounds like someone has declared war on the Russians again. When we get near there...if there is still gunfire ...we'll wait for other units to arrive before we drive in. Keep your head low...if we get shot at...get out of the car, fast! And unsnap your holster now."
Gusler swallows hard and nods his head.
As they approach the area, they pass speeding cars, fleeing from the scene.
"Do you think they're involved?" Gusler asks.
"No...probably just bystanders getting the hell out of there."
They pull onto Avery very slowly. They are met with an eerie silence. Looking up the street they can see most of the windows are broken in all the buildings, on both sides of the street. There is a Lincoln Continental parked in front of a restaurant. The driver's door is open, and the driver is laying on the street with his legs still in the car, and the arm of another man is protruding out the passenger window.
As Davis parks the car, other RMPs are arriving. He and Gusler get out and, with guns drawn, they enter the bar. Davis' eyes dart quickly around the bar, looking for any movement. Bullet holes speckle the walls on all sides. The silence in the bar makes him uneasy, with glass crunching under his feet, the only sound in the place. There is one man dead, face down on a table, two bullet holes in his back, and two men, that must have been his drinking companions, dead on the floor next to him.
Gusler looks over the edge of the bar and finds the bartender dead on the floor behind it, a bullet hole in the back of his head, an automatic weapon still in his hand. There are three others dead in front of a hallway leading to the back entrance, and two others dead in front of the restrooms.
Davis tells Gusler that they should leave. There is no one to help in here, and the detectives won't want them walking through the crime scene. They step back out onto the street, and enter the next building...a deli.
They find the same scene next door. In every building they search, they find the patrons dead but more importantly, every employee is dead, with a bullet hole in the back of their head and an automatic weapon in their hands. And all of them, wearing a tattoo of a spider web on their necks.
It is obvious that someone was sending a message to the Russians. The employees were killed execution style.
[Meanwhile]
Faith and Sully are sitting in a diner, discussing how they've been set up and who may have done that to them. Faith tells him she has two more days to go of her suspension, then when she goes back to work, she will be on desk duty. She offers to help him, by gathering information on the young men they had arrested. She will find out who they are, who they know, and what connection they may have with Sully to be framing him.
They agree to meet again at this restaurant next week.
They get back to Sully's apartment and Faith offers to help him get it all put back together from the tossing the detectives gave it.
"I've got an hour before I have to head home. Why don't ya let me come up and help ya?"
"I don't know if that's such a good idea, Faith. They bugged the place. Can you believe that? I found a listening devise in my ceiling light. It may not be good for you to be seen with me. You have your own problems."
"I don't care about that, Sully. But why didn't you just get rid of it?"
"I figured that since I know it's there, I'll use it to my advantage. Tell them what I want 'em to hear."
"Hunh...that's not a bad idea. Lets give them an earful."
They head up to his apartment and walk inside.
"My God Sully...I can't believe that cops did this."
"Yah...they broke everything. Dumped every drawer, emptied every cupboard. Those bastards. And they said they found a book bag of money in here. They said it was right in the hall closet...first place they looked."
"So they trashed it just for fun." She comments, shaking her head.
"Yah. And I know 'they' carried the money in. I just don't know how to prove it. Or why they would do it. Crooked fuckin cops...and they're investigating me. Like I'd be living here if I was on the take."
"Which detectives did this?" Faith asks.
"John Davies was in charge. I always thought he was an asshole...this proves it."
"Is he the one with the bad hair piece?"
"Yah. He rides with Newsome...the guy that walks like a woman."
"I heard he used to be a woman."
"Well that explains it."
"This is terrible Sully. I know you had nothing to do with those punks, but how can you prove it when the force has already marked you guilty. We're suppose to be on the same team. And the detectives aren't smart enough to figure out what's really goin on, so they frame you and take credit for another solved case."
"I feel bad for you too...suspended because of an anonymous call? Man if I knew it was that easy to get a day off, I'd have called on myself a long time ago."
"Right...I know it didn't happen...but I can't prove it. Well...I might have been able to prove it...if my shit head partner, Boscorelli, would have spoken up for me. But he didn't...he turned his back on me, makin me look even guiltier. And they don't believe me. They don't consider my work record, or all of my commendations. They take the word of an anonymous caller over mine."
"I don't know how you've stayed partners with Boscorelli, he only thinks of himself."
"No, that's not true...he also thinks of getting laid. He denies it, but I'm sure he's been sleeping with Sergeant Cruz. Even though he's too ashamed to admit it."
"Ouuu...I would never admit that either. I guess it's true what they say about Boscorelli...he'll sleep with anything that has a pulse." He says disgusted.
"He told me he's got Chlamydia...got it from his secret girlfriend."
"Oh...that's nasty. Yah...it's gotta be Cruz. You know what they say...ya lie down with dogs you get up with fleas."
"True...and he 'is' sleeping with a pure bread bitch."
[At the same time]
Bosco and Cruz are investigating the apartment building on Avery...the only building that has survivors of this Russian holocaust. One of them being Fyodor Chevchenko's son, who took over the business when Sully killed his father. The EMTs arrive to take care of the injured, so the two officers step outside to get out of the way. They see Davis and Gusler on the street.
Cruz approaches Davis wearing a big grin. "Davis...it's too bad that your ex-partner isn't here to enjoy this. I know these Russians killed his wife and he was trying to avenge her death...and he failed miserably because, obviously the Russians are still in business. But if he were here now, he could at least have been involved in writin up the paper work."
Davis turns away from her and starts to walk off, but she isn't done rubbing it in. "I suppose you can't wait to run to him and tell him about this. Tell him someone else did his job for him...as usual."
Davis turns back to her. "What makes you think that he don't already know about this?" he asks her. "Like you said, these people caused his wife's death. You think he just walked away from it? He still keeps tabs on what happens here. He has a lot of informants. In fact...it's too bad for 'us' that he isn't here. He probably knows a lot about what happened here today."
"Oh really! Well if he has information, he needs to come forward with it." She challenges him.
"Right...he's gonna help you. I would think that if he knows anything, he'll use it to his own advantage. The last thing he'd do is share it with a 'sneaky Pete' like you." He laughs and turns to walk away.
"Well...that's good...you keep a positive attitude, as if he has a chance of ever comin back."
He turns back angrily. "I know my partner. He didn't do what they think he did. And he 'will' be back."
"Aww...your loyalty is touching...but stupid. His career is done. If I were you, I'd put a lot of distance between me and him. Or you could find yourself goin down the tubes with him."
"Yah...I imagine that 'is' what you'd do."
She scowls as she watches him walk away. She thinks to herself, 'He thinks he's so smart with his smug attitude. He should listen to my warning about staying away from Sully. Smart ass, feeling pretty confident with himself talking to me like that. Well...he'll live to regret that. I'll teach him what loyalty can get him.'
Cruz heads back into the apartment building, with Bosco following silently, and pulls detective John Davies aside.
"You're workin on that bombing case, right?" She asks quietly.
"Yah." He responds.
"You still tappin Sullivan's place?"
He looks over at Bosco, and doesn't answer her.
"He's cool...he's with me." She tells him.
"Ok...Yah, we've still got him bugged...but we're pulling it out. We got two days of silence, singing, and old movies on TV. We're wasting our time."
"Well...I need you to leave it there for a while. He may have information on another case I'm workin."
"We can sign it off to you...but your department will be charged for the time."
"That's fine." She grins confidently.
"Ok. See me back at the house later." He turns back to what he was doing.
She walks out with Bosco and watches 55-Charlie doing their paperwork in their RMP. She makes a mental note to herself that Davis will be her next mission. Then she tells Bosco that she needs him to find out if Davis is going to see Sully after their shift...and if he isn't, she wants Bosco to go over instead and see if Sully really does know anything about this shooting.
"Sully isn't going to confide in me." Bosco says half laughing. "He don't even like me."
Her voice gets soft and school-girlish, "C'mon...what kind of attitude is that. Ya just gotta shmooge him. Tell him you know he didn't do it, that he's gettin a bad wrap, and you could help him look good by lettin him help us on this case. Talk to him the way you talk to a girl you're tryin to pick up in a bar."
"Ya mean lie to him...tell him what he wants to hear."
"Right." She smiles.
[Later]
The shift is over and Bosco asks Davis in the locker room if he's going to see Sully.
"Not tonight, man. I got a hot date. I'll probably go see him tomorrow before work."
Bosco leaves the precinct and heads over to Sully's. Davis leaves and heads over to Jackie's house...without realizing that Cruz is following him.
[Shortly]
Sully looks through his peep hole and sees Bosco standing outside his door. "What now?" he grumbles to himself opening his door.
"Bosco...what the hell are you doin here?"
"Hey Sul...I came by to see how you're doin. Can I come in?"
"What do ya want?"
"What do ya mean? I've been worried about you...gettin a bum wrap and all."
"You...worried about me? Right...what the hell is really goin on?" Sully says annoyed.
"C'mon Sul...I just...you know...I thought maybe ya needed someone to talk to. About what's been happenin. I was there, remember? I know you didn't have anything to do with those 'desert pant' punks. Or that towel head with the bomb."
"And you came all the way over here to tell me that?"
"Yah."
"Ok...well...thanks. I'm doin all right. But it's late and I'm kind of tired, so...Goodnight." He starts to close the door.
"Wait!" Bosco says holding the door open with his hand. "I thought...I mean...I think I can help you out. Will ya just let me in for a minute?" Sully sighs loudly, and opens the door wider and motions for him to come in. "Thanks Sul. I think I have an idea that will help us both."
"I can't wait to hear this." Sully says sarcastically.
"Look, I'm sure you heard on the news about the shootings this evening . With young Chevchenko and his...what the hell happened here? You get robbed?"
"No...the detectives...never mind...so Chevchenko's people finally got what they deserve. So what?"
"So...Davis kind of hinted that you may have some information on that...like who did it."
"You came here to get information from me? What the hell would I know about that?"
"C'mon Sul...those people were under your skin. Don't try and tell me that you haven't been followin their dealings."
"I was...then the Lieutenant told me...no, he ordered me...to back off. And I did. I can't help you." He gives a snicker and shakes his head.
"And you have no idea who Chevchenko has been pissing off?"
"Yah...everyone. The man is a pit bull just like his father. Everyone he deals with, he pisses off."
"Well who do you think was pissed off enough to do this?" Sully gives Bosco a look, like he is unsure of whether or not to trust him, and Bosco senses he's softening up. "If you can help me solve these murders, it will really look good for you when they investigate you for that other mess. It'll show that you have a good attitude, that you're bein helpful."
"Are you askin me for yourself, or did Cruz put you up to this? 'Cos I wouldn't piss on that bitch if she were on fire."
"Cruz!" Bosco makes a disgusted face. "Why would I be helpin her? She stole that collar out from under me too, remember? Ok...I'll admit that my motives are a little bit selfish, but it will make you look good as well as me. I've been tryin to get ACU to notice me...Cruz has been no help...so this may be the recognition I need. Bustin open a case involving the biggest Mob boss in the city. And who ever hit him...must be even bigger. What do ya say, Sul...give me somethin."
"Well...I'm not sure about anything, cos I can't access the computers at work, and my informants are a bit leery of me right now. But, you should already know...you said it yourself...who could be bigger then Chevchenko?"
"Buford." Bosco says.
"Buford." Sully confirms. "My informants have been giving me information on who works for him and that he may be comin to town. He's bringing in a group of backers, and he put out the hits on Chevchenko to clear out the other dealers. I was in the process of tracking that when all this shit happened. I haven't figured out who he is yet, but I'm close."
"Well good...I can track that information for you...tell me where to start."
"That's the thing...I already have someone doin that for me."
"Davis?"
"No...Faith."
"Faith?" Bosco says shocked.
"Yah...this must have been feel sorry for Sully day. She stopped by too...with the same idea. She thought if we could break a big case, they would over look all this crap that's happening to us." Sully is making all this up as he goes, but he can tell, Bosco is believing it all. "She thought we could look good to the investigators...she tells me she's in some hot water also."
"Oh...Damn it! I forgot to talk to Lieu for her. Shit!"
"So anyway, I'll let Faith help me because she really needs the glory more than you do. And too many cooks in the kitchen...you understand."
"Faith is on a suspension, she won't be able to..."
"Her week is up after tomorrow...then she's going back to work. And she'll be at the desk for another week after that, so it will be easier for her than you. But ya know...I really appreciate you offerin to help me. I didn't think you...well you know...I never thought you'd offer to help. Thanks Bos. Well...I'm gonna get some shut eye."
"Right...anytime." Bosco says defeated.
Sully closes the door and leans against it grinning slyly.
**************
Previously in this story: The suspension was cancelled for all of the officers except for Faith, who is suspended because another complaint was called in. When she asks Bosco for help, he blows her off. Cruz plants money in Sully's apartment to set him up for the story she fabricated with the suspects. Lieu reprimands Sully for not writing a report, among other things.
~Chapter Five~
[A few days later]
Bosco is still working ACU with Cruz, Davis is still riding with Gusler, and Sully and Faith are both on a suspension.
Sully is taking a bag of garbage out to the curb and as he walks to the door, he runs into Faith walking in the building.
"Sully...how ya doin?"
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to see you. I saw the news on tv. It said you took money from the bomber." She looks down at the floor. "I don't believe it for a second. I wanted to see if you were ok. I tried to call but..."
"Yah...I'm not answering my phone. It's either reporters, or death threats."
"My God...how the hell did this happen Sul?"
"I don't know what's goin on. Someone is setting me up. I swear to God I don't know where that money came from...or how it got in my apartment. I certainly don't know those guys that fingered me."
A neighbor walks in the building and Sully says hello to her. She glares at him, and walks quickly to her apartment. Faith looks at him sadly, and says, "Why don't we go up to your place and talk."
"Don't you have to get to work?"
"No...didn't ya hear? I got suspended too."
"What? Because of me?"
"No...for somethin else. I've been set up too. Someone's been callin the desk and reportin me for misconduct. Bosco was suppose to talk to the Lieutenant for me, and verify it isn't true...but he never did...and I wouldn't be surprised if it's because Cruz wouldn't let him."
"What the hell is goin on Faith? Who could have it out for us? Ya know what...why don't we get out of here...go somewhere we can talk. They trashed my place and I'm still trying to get it put back together."
"Those bastards. You'd think they'd be decent about it, being as you're on the job an all. They should give ya the benefit of the doubt. But not us...they treat us worse than the garbage we arrest off the street."
[A few hours later]
Davis and Gusler are riding on patrol when dispatch puts out a call, "55-Charlie...we have a disturbance at a bar...101 Avery St."
Gusler grabs the radio, "55-Charlie...101 Avery." He furrows his brow, as he clicks off the radio, and stares worriedly out the window.
Davis glances at him briefly, then stares straight ahead with the same worried look.
Suddenly the radio is sending out calls one after the other. "All available units in the 55 ...we are receiving reports of gun shots at a deli at 102 Avery." Then a minute later, "All units respond to gunfire at 106 and 107 Avery. We now receiving multiple reports of gun fire between 98 and 107 Avery....All units in the 55 and the 63 respond to the 100 block of Avery street."
"Oh my God!" Davis says.
"Gusler looks over at him, eyes wide, and says, "Do you realize where we're going?"
"Hell yah...last time I was in that neighborhood, I got shot. Sounds like someone has declared war on the Russians again. When we get near there...if there is still gunfire ...we'll wait for other units to arrive before we drive in. Keep your head low...if we get shot at...get out of the car, fast! And unsnap your holster now."
Gusler swallows hard and nods his head.
As they approach the area, they pass speeding cars, fleeing from the scene.
"Do you think they're involved?" Gusler asks.
"No...probably just bystanders getting the hell out of there."
They pull onto Avery very slowly. They are met with an eerie silence. Looking up the street they can see most of the windows are broken in all the buildings, on both sides of the street. There is a Lincoln Continental parked in front of a restaurant. The driver's door is open, and the driver is laying on the street with his legs still in the car, and the arm of another man is protruding out the passenger window.
As Davis parks the car, other RMPs are arriving. He and Gusler get out and, with guns drawn, they enter the bar. Davis' eyes dart quickly around the bar, looking for any movement. Bullet holes speckle the walls on all sides. The silence in the bar makes him uneasy, with glass crunching under his feet, the only sound in the place. There is one man dead, face down on a table, two bullet holes in his back, and two men, that must have been his drinking companions, dead on the floor next to him.
Gusler looks over the edge of the bar and finds the bartender dead on the floor behind it, a bullet hole in the back of his head, an automatic weapon still in his hand. There are three others dead in front of a hallway leading to the back entrance, and two others dead in front of the restrooms.
Davis tells Gusler that they should leave. There is no one to help in here, and the detectives won't want them walking through the crime scene. They step back out onto the street, and enter the next building...a deli.
They find the same scene next door. In every building they search, they find the patrons dead but more importantly, every employee is dead, with a bullet hole in the back of their head and an automatic weapon in their hands. And all of them, wearing a tattoo of a spider web on their necks.
It is obvious that someone was sending a message to the Russians. The employees were killed execution style.
[Meanwhile]
Faith and Sully are sitting in a diner, discussing how they've been set up and who may have done that to them. Faith tells him she has two more days to go of her suspension, then when she goes back to work, she will be on desk duty. She offers to help him, by gathering information on the young men they had arrested. She will find out who they are, who they know, and what connection they may have with Sully to be framing him.
They agree to meet again at this restaurant next week.
They get back to Sully's apartment and Faith offers to help him get it all put back together from the tossing the detectives gave it.
"I've got an hour before I have to head home. Why don't ya let me come up and help ya?"
"I don't know if that's such a good idea, Faith. They bugged the place. Can you believe that? I found a listening devise in my ceiling light. It may not be good for you to be seen with me. You have your own problems."
"I don't care about that, Sully. But why didn't you just get rid of it?"
"I figured that since I know it's there, I'll use it to my advantage. Tell them what I want 'em to hear."
"Hunh...that's not a bad idea. Lets give them an earful."
They head up to his apartment and walk inside.
"My God Sully...I can't believe that cops did this."
"Yah...they broke everything. Dumped every drawer, emptied every cupboard. Those bastards. And they said they found a book bag of money in here. They said it was right in the hall closet...first place they looked."
"So they trashed it just for fun." She comments, shaking her head.
"Yah. And I know 'they' carried the money in. I just don't know how to prove it. Or why they would do it. Crooked fuckin cops...and they're investigating me. Like I'd be living here if I was on the take."
"Which detectives did this?" Faith asks.
"John Davies was in charge. I always thought he was an asshole...this proves it."
"Is he the one with the bad hair piece?"
"Yah. He rides with Newsome...the guy that walks like a woman."
"I heard he used to be a woman."
"Well that explains it."
"This is terrible Sully. I know you had nothing to do with those punks, but how can you prove it when the force has already marked you guilty. We're suppose to be on the same team. And the detectives aren't smart enough to figure out what's really goin on, so they frame you and take credit for another solved case."
"I feel bad for you too...suspended because of an anonymous call? Man if I knew it was that easy to get a day off, I'd have called on myself a long time ago."
"Right...I know it didn't happen...but I can't prove it. Well...I might have been able to prove it...if my shit head partner, Boscorelli, would have spoken up for me. But he didn't...he turned his back on me, makin me look even guiltier. And they don't believe me. They don't consider my work record, or all of my commendations. They take the word of an anonymous caller over mine."
"I don't know how you've stayed partners with Boscorelli, he only thinks of himself."
"No, that's not true...he also thinks of getting laid. He denies it, but I'm sure he's been sleeping with Sergeant Cruz. Even though he's too ashamed to admit it."
"Ouuu...I would never admit that either. I guess it's true what they say about Boscorelli...he'll sleep with anything that has a pulse." He says disgusted.
"He told me he's got Chlamydia...got it from his secret girlfriend."
"Oh...that's nasty. Yah...it's gotta be Cruz. You know what they say...ya lie down with dogs you get up with fleas."
"True...and he 'is' sleeping with a pure bread bitch."
[At the same time]
Bosco and Cruz are investigating the apartment building on Avery...the only building that has survivors of this Russian holocaust. One of them being Fyodor Chevchenko's son, who took over the business when Sully killed his father. The EMTs arrive to take care of the injured, so the two officers step outside to get out of the way. They see Davis and Gusler on the street.
Cruz approaches Davis wearing a big grin. "Davis...it's too bad that your ex-partner isn't here to enjoy this. I know these Russians killed his wife and he was trying to avenge her death...and he failed miserably because, obviously the Russians are still in business. But if he were here now, he could at least have been involved in writin up the paper work."
Davis turns away from her and starts to walk off, but she isn't done rubbing it in. "I suppose you can't wait to run to him and tell him about this. Tell him someone else did his job for him...as usual."
Davis turns back to her. "What makes you think that he don't already know about this?" he asks her. "Like you said, these people caused his wife's death. You think he just walked away from it? He still keeps tabs on what happens here. He has a lot of informants. In fact...it's too bad for 'us' that he isn't here. He probably knows a lot about what happened here today."
"Oh really! Well if he has information, he needs to come forward with it." She challenges him.
"Right...he's gonna help you. I would think that if he knows anything, he'll use it to his own advantage. The last thing he'd do is share it with a 'sneaky Pete' like you." He laughs and turns to walk away.
"Well...that's good...you keep a positive attitude, as if he has a chance of ever comin back."
He turns back angrily. "I know my partner. He didn't do what they think he did. And he 'will' be back."
"Aww...your loyalty is touching...but stupid. His career is done. If I were you, I'd put a lot of distance between me and him. Or you could find yourself goin down the tubes with him."
"Yah...I imagine that 'is' what you'd do."
She scowls as she watches him walk away. She thinks to herself, 'He thinks he's so smart with his smug attitude. He should listen to my warning about staying away from Sully. Smart ass, feeling pretty confident with himself talking to me like that. Well...he'll live to regret that. I'll teach him what loyalty can get him.'
Cruz heads back into the apartment building, with Bosco following silently, and pulls detective John Davies aside.
"You're workin on that bombing case, right?" She asks quietly.
"Yah." He responds.
"You still tappin Sullivan's place?"
He looks over at Bosco, and doesn't answer her.
"He's cool...he's with me." She tells him.
"Ok...Yah, we've still got him bugged...but we're pulling it out. We got two days of silence, singing, and old movies on TV. We're wasting our time."
"Well...I need you to leave it there for a while. He may have information on another case I'm workin."
"We can sign it off to you...but your department will be charged for the time."
"That's fine." She grins confidently.
"Ok. See me back at the house later." He turns back to what he was doing.
She walks out with Bosco and watches 55-Charlie doing their paperwork in their RMP. She makes a mental note to herself that Davis will be her next mission. Then she tells Bosco that she needs him to find out if Davis is going to see Sully after their shift...and if he isn't, she wants Bosco to go over instead and see if Sully really does know anything about this shooting.
"Sully isn't going to confide in me." Bosco says half laughing. "He don't even like me."
Her voice gets soft and school-girlish, "C'mon...what kind of attitude is that. Ya just gotta shmooge him. Tell him you know he didn't do it, that he's gettin a bad wrap, and you could help him look good by lettin him help us on this case. Talk to him the way you talk to a girl you're tryin to pick up in a bar."
"Ya mean lie to him...tell him what he wants to hear."
"Right." She smiles.
[Later]
The shift is over and Bosco asks Davis in the locker room if he's going to see Sully.
"Not tonight, man. I got a hot date. I'll probably go see him tomorrow before work."
Bosco leaves the precinct and heads over to Sully's. Davis leaves and heads over to Jackie's house...without realizing that Cruz is following him.
[Shortly]
Sully looks through his peep hole and sees Bosco standing outside his door. "What now?" he grumbles to himself opening his door.
"Bosco...what the hell are you doin here?"
"Hey Sul...I came by to see how you're doin. Can I come in?"
"What do ya want?"
"What do ya mean? I've been worried about you...gettin a bum wrap and all."
"You...worried about me? Right...what the hell is really goin on?" Sully says annoyed.
"C'mon Sul...I just...you know...I thought maybe ya needed someone to talk to. About what's been happenin. I was there, remember? I know you didn't have anything to do with those 'desert pant' punks. Or that towel head with the bomb."
"And you came all the way over here to tell me that?"
"Yah."
"Ok...well...thanks. I'm doin all right. But it's late and I'm kind of tired, so...Goodnight." He starts to close the door.
"Wait!" Bosco says holding the door open with his hand. "I thought...I mean...I think I can help you out. Will ya just let me in for a minute?" Sully sighs loudly, and opens the door wider and motions for him to come in. "Thanks Sul. I think I have an idea that will help us both."
"I can't wait to hear this." Sully says sarcastically.
"Look, I'm sure you heard on the news about the shootings this evening . With young Chevchenko and his...what the hell happened here? You get robbed?"
"No...the detectives...never mind...so Chevchenko's people finally got what they deserve. So what?"
"So...Davis kind of hinted that you may have some information on that...like who did it."
"You came here to get information from me? What the hell would I know about that?"
"C'mon Sul...those people were under your skin. Don't try and tell me that you haven't been followin their dealings."
"I was...then the Lieutenant told me...no, he ordered me...to back off. And I did. I can't help you." He gives a snicker and shakes his head.
"And you have no idea who Chevchenko has been pissing off?"
"Yah...everyone. The man is a pit bull just like his father. Everyone he deals with, he pisses off."
"Well who do you think was pissed off enough to do this?" Sully gives Bosco a look, like he is unsure of whether or not to trust him, and Bosco senses he's softening up. "If you can help me solve these murders, it will really look good for you when they investigate you for that other mess. It'll show that you have a good attitude, that you're bein helpful."
"Are you askin me for yourself, or did Cruz put you up to this? 'Cos I wouldn't piss on that bitch if she were on fire."
"Cruz!" Bosco makes a disgusted face. "Why would I be helpin her? She stole that collar out from under me too, remember? Ok...I'll admit that my motives are a little bit selfish, but it will make you look good as well as me. I've been tryin to get ACU to notice me...Cruz has been no help...so this may be the recognition I need. Bustin open a case involving the biggest Mob boss in the city. And who ever hit him...must be even bigger. What do ya say, Sul...give me somethin."
"Well...I'm not sure about anything, cos I can't access the computers at work, and my informants are a bit leery of me right now. But, you should already know...you said it yourself...who could be bigger then Chevchenko?"
"Buford." Bosco says.
"Buford." Sully confirms. "My informants have been giving me information on who works for him and that he may be comin to town. He's bringing in a group of backers, and he put out the hits on Chevchenko to clear out the other dealers. I was in the process of tracking that when all this shit happened. I haven't figured out who he is yet, but I'm close."
"Well good...I can track that information for you...tell me where to start."
"That's the thing...I already have someone doin that for me."
"Davis?"
"No...Faith."
"Faith?" Bosco says shocked.
"Yah...this must have been feel sorry for Sully day. She stopped by too...with the same idea. She thought if we could break a big case, they would over look all this crap that's happening to us." Sully is making all this up as he goes, but he can tell, Bosco is believing it all. "She thought we could look good to the investigators...she tells me she's in some hot water also."
"Oh...Damn it! I forgot to talk to Lieu for her. Shit!"
"So anyway, I'll let Faith help me because she really needs the glory more than you do. And too many cooks in the kitchen...you understand."
"Faith is on a suspension, she won't be able to..."
"Her week is up after tomorrow...then she's going back to work. And she'll be at the desk for another week after that, so it will be easier for her than you. But ya know...I really appreciate you offerin to help me. I didn't think you...well you know...I never thought you'd offer to help. Thanks Bos. Well...I'm gonna get some shut eye."
"Right...anytime." Bosco says defeated.
Sully closes the door and leans against it grinning slyly.
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