Title: A Break in Beantown (3/?)
Author: Lynne Facella
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Note: Sorry its been so long between chapter. I needed to recover from the Sox losing to the Yankees ;) Thanks so much for all your comments on the last chapter. They were very much appreciated :)
Summary: Sully, Ty, Bosco and Faith attend a police conference in Boston.
******
"We should have taken a taxi," Bosco complained as he tightened his grip on the pole he was clinging to. He, Faith, Ty and Sully were squeezed together like sardines in the crowded trolley car, which kept starting and stopping every few minutes. "Geeze.what the hell is wrong with this thing?"
"Rush hour, Bos." Ty said. "And besides, the concierge at the hotel said it didn't make sense to take a taxi. It would have been really expensive and taken forever."
"Better than riding this," Bosco mumbled under his breath. He positively hated public transportation. He couldn't believe people rode these things day after day, year after year. He'd go insane.
"It isn't that bad, Bosco." Faith had just gotten the words out of her mouth when the trolley lurched, causing her to lose her balance and fall against Bosco.
"You were saying?" Bosco grinned as he helped Faith steady herself.
"It's only a couple more stops," she murmured as her cheeks flushed.
Finally they arrived at Kenmore Station. The officers quickly made their way out of the station to street level. "Damn it's good to get out of there," Bosco said when they were once again outside. "So which way do we go?"
"I say we just follow the crowd." Ty pointed at the groups of people all headed in one direction, many wearing Red Sox shirts and caps with quite a few Yankee shirts and caps as well.
"Sounds good to me," Bosco said and they all set off in the direction of the ballpark.
******
"Awesome." Bosco's eyes widened as he caught his first glimpse of the inside of Fenway Park.
"It's pretty cool," Ty agreed as he took in the ballpark.
"It's great," Sully remarked, as in awe of being in the historic ballpark as the younger officers were. He'd seen it on t.v. countless times in the past, but to actually be here was pretty amazing.
"It's a lot smaller than Yankee Stadium, isn't it," Faith said.
"It's small but it's historical," Bosco stated.
"Yeah, well Yankee Stadium is historical too," Faith responded. She just wasn't all that excited to be here. She couldn't help it. She was starting to wish she had stayed back in the hotel, ordered up room service and relaxed with a pay-per-view movie.
Bosco shot a look at her. "You know, you didn't have to come."
"Just forget it Bosco. Let's find our seats."
They showed their tickets to the usher who led them down to their seats, which were only a few rows behind the Red Sox dugout. "Oh Davis, these seats are sweet," Bosco enthused as he sat down beside Faith who was seated next to Ty.
"They're terrific." Sully nodded in agreement as he wedged himself into the aisle seat beside his partner. "A little tight though."
"Maybe if you laid off the donuts." Bosco began.
"Bosco!" Faith jammed her elbow into his ribs.
"What? I'm just sayin'."
"Just don't, okay?" She shook her head in exasperation.
"Not a heck of a lot of leg room here either," Ty stated, then glanced over at Bosco with a mischievous grin. "But I guess that's not a problem for you little guys."
Sully started to laugh and Bosco glared at them. "Oh real funny, ha ha."
They finally quieted down and sat back to observe the sights and sounds of the ballpark. "That green monster is really something, isn't it," Ty said, gazing at the tall green wall. "Must be kind of cool sitting up in those seats."
"I'm pretty happy with the seats we've got," Sully stated. He directed his attention to the hot dog vendor who was making his way in their direction.
"Fenway franks. Get your Fenway franks here."
"Hey you guys hungry?" Sully asked, glancing along the row at his companions. "Anyone want a hot dog?"
"A hot dog sounds good," Ty replied as Bosco and Faith nodded. Sully flagged down the vendor and then passed the hotdogs down to the others.
"You remember when your dad and I used to take you to Yankee Stadium when you were a kid?" Sully asked as he turned towards Ty.
"Yeah, sort of," Ty said as he searched his memory.
"Well you were pretty young," Sully said. "You used to love it though. We'd sit you there with a hot dog and a box of popcorn and you could just sit for hours."
"Charlie loves going to the ballgames with his dad," Faith stated. "He'd really get a kick out of this."
Bosco turned his attention toward the field. He really couldn't relate to happy childhood memories of boys and their fathers at the ballpark. He took a bite of his hot dog and nodded in appreciation. "This is good." His eyes were on the players from both teams who were running wind sprints and playing catch. "Who's pitching tonight anyhow?"
"Pedro's pitching," a high-pitched voice squealed. Bosco turned his head to see a red-haired woman who plopped herself in the seat next to him. She wore a Red Sox shirt, which was decorated with countless Red Sox pins, all different shapes and sizes. She also was wearing an overwhelming amount of perfume. "Sidney! Get me some chicken fingers and a beer! she squealed again to her companion who obediently stood up and headed off to do her bidding.
"Thanks, but.actually I was wondering who was pitchin' for the Yankees," Bosco explained.
"The YANKEES?" she screeched. "You have -got- to be kidding me? The Yankees suck."
"Uh lady, the Yankees do not suck," Bosco stated with a smirk on his face. "Do you actually follow baseball?"
"You're a very rude young man," she sputtered, shaking her head in indignation.
"I'm just sayin'."
"Bosco," Faith whispered ferociously from beside him. "Just give it a rest, okay? Do you really have to make waves with Red Sox fans?"
"We're just havin' a discussion, Faith," he said to his partner before turning his attention back to the woman seated on his other side. "I mean historically speaking, all you've got to do is look at the stats and its plain as day who has the better team."
"That's because that Steinbrenner goes out and buys whoever he wants," the woman stated. "It's not fair. It isn't fair at all!"
"Hey makes no difference how you get the team, Bosco stated. The proof is in the product. The Yankees win a lot of championships. When's the last time you guys have won the World Series, 1918 I believe?"
"What are you saying, boy?" a loud voice bellowed from behind.
"Bosco." Faith shook her head as Bosco turned to the guy seated behind them who had obviously been drinking.
"Boy? You talkin' to me jag-off?"
"Yeah I'm talking to you."
The man who was around 6'3 and weighed at least 300 pounds stood up and glared down at Bosco furiously. "I'm going to tear you apart, little man."
"Oh yeah, I'd like to see you try." Bosco got to his feet, ready to go at it with the guy, but Ty stood up as well.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to sit back down." Ty pulled out his badge and flashed it. "We're all members of the NYPD and unless you really want trouble, you'd better listen to me."
"NYPD.that explains you being Yankee fans," the man said as he sullenly took his seat.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Bosco asked Ty, shooting him an aggravated look. "You don't think I could have taken that jag-off?"
"I don't really care whether you could take him or not," Ty said. "I just don't want us getting thrown out of the ballpark before the game even begins."
"Will you people sit down!" someone yelled from a few rows back.
"The game hasn't even started yet," Bosco screamed back.
"Bosco." Faith grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him down towards his seat. "Sit down."
"Fine."
******
"Roooooooger.Roooooooger." the Fenway crowd chanted. The bases were loaded and Roger Clemens was in a jam.
"Can you believe these jag-offs?" Bosco asked Faith. Everyone was cheering and clapping and he couldn't even hear himself think. The Yankees were down 5-0 in the sixth inning. This game sucked.
The sound of Nomar Garciaparra's bat hitting the ball echoed through the park and a pop fly came flying through the air right towards them.
"I got it!" Sully screamed.
"I got it!" Ty yelled.
"I got it!" Bosco shouted.
"Get off my foot!" Faith hollered at Bosco.
Ty reached out with his long arm and managed to snatch the ball. He grinned as he held it up triumphantly. "Ha ha! I got it!"
At that moment, the drunk guy in the row behind them, who had also been attempting to grab the ball, dropped his beer.right on top of Faith.
"Dammit! What the hell are you doing?" She screamed, her eyes blazing as she turned around.
"You jag-off!" Bosco said as he lept towards the man.
"Oh here we go," Sully stated as the melee began in full force. Somehow he had just known this was going to happen.
******
"But we're NYPD." Bosco protested to the security guard who was ushering him out of the ballpark.
"Well then you should have known better."
"Bosco, give it up," Sully stated.
"I'm just sayin'."
"DON'T!" Faith said, glaring at him. She was utterly disgusted. All she could smell was beer. Her sweater and shirt were soaked. She wanted nothing better than to get out of this godforsaken baseball stadium, go back to her hotel room and soak in the tub.
A few minutes later they found themselves back out on the street.
"Now what?" Sully asked. He couldn't believe what a farce the ballgame had turned out to be.
"We're going back to the hotel," Faith stated.
"Yeah that's fine with me," Ty said as he looked down admiringly at his ball. "Nomar hit this. Pretty cool, huh?"
"Oh shut up, Davis." Bosco scowled. "You took that ball right out of my hands."
"What? I did not. You weren't even near it."
"Boys.It's been a really long night," Sully stated, moving in between them. "Let's get a taxi and get back to the hotel. Everything will look better in the morning."
"I wouldn't bet on it," Bosco stated as he searched the street for a taxi. He for one could hardly wait to get back to New York. Boston wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
Author: Lynne Facella
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Note: Sorry its been so long between chapter. I needed to recover from the Sox losing to the Yankees ;) Thanks so much for all your comments on the last chapter. They were very much appreciated :)
Summary: Sully, Ty, Bosco and Faith attend a police conference in Boston.
******
"We should have taken a taxi," Bosco complained as he tightened his grip on the pole he was clinging to. He, Faith, Ty and Sully were squeezed together like sardines in the crowded trolley car, which kept starting and stopping every few minutes. "Geeze.what the hell is wrong with this thing?"
"Rush hour, Bos." Ty said. "And besides, the concierge at the hotel said it didn't make sense to take a taxi. It would have been really expensive and taken forever."
"Better than riding this," Bosco mumbled under his breath. He positively hated public transportation. He couldn't believe people rode these things day after day, year after year. He'd go insane.
"It isn't that bad, Bosco." Faith had just gotten the words out of her mouth when the trolley lurched, causing her to lose her balance and fall against Bosco.
"You were saying?" Bosco grinned as he helped Faith steady herself.
"It's only a couple more stops," she murmured as her cheeks flushed.
Finally they arrived at Kenmore Station. The officers quickly made their way out of the station to street level. "Damn it's good to get out of there," Bosco said when they were once again outside. "So which way do we go?"
"I say we just follow the crowd." Ty pointed at the groups of people all headed in one direction, many wearing Red Sox shirts and caps with quite a few Yankee shirts and caps as well.
"Sounds good to me," Bosco said and they all set off in the direction of the ballpark.
******
"Awesome." Bosco's eyes widened as he caught his first glimpse of the inside of Fenway Park.
"It's pretty cool," Ty agreed as he took in the ballpark.
"It's great," Sully remarked, as in awe of being in the historic ballpark as the younger officers were. He'd seen it on t.v. countless times in the past, but to actually be here was pretty amazing.
"It's a lot smaller than Yankee Stadium, isn't it," Faith said.
"It's small but it's historical," Bosco stated.
"Yeah, well Yankee Stadium is historical too," Faith responded. She just wasn't all that excited to be here. She couldn't help it. She was starting to wish she had stayed back in the hotel, ordered up room service and relaxed with a pay-per-view movie.
Bosco shot a look at her. "You know, you didn't have to come."
"Just forget it Bosco. Let's find our seats."
They showed their tickets to the usher who led them down to their seats, which were only a few rows behind the Red Sox dugout. "Oh Davis, these seats are sweet," Bosco enthused as he sat down beside Faith who was seated next to Ty.
"They're terrific." Sully nodded in agreement as he wedged himself into the aisle seat beside his partner. "A little tight though."
"Maybe if you laid off the donuts." Bosco began.
"Bosco!" Faith jammed her elbow into his ribs.
"What? I'm just sayin'."
"Just don't, okay?" She shook her head in exasperation.
"Not a heck of a lot of leg room here either," Ty stated, then glanced over at Bosco with a mischievous grin. "But I guess that's not a problem for you little guys."
Sully started to laugh and Bosco glared at them. "Oh real funny, ha ha."
They finally quieted down and sat back to observe the sights and sounds of the ballpark. "That green monster is really something, isn't it," Ty said, gazing at the tall green wall. "Must be kind of cool sitting up in those seats."
"I'm pretty happy with the seats we've got," Sully stated. He directed his attention to the hot dog vendor who was making his way in their direction.
"Fenway franks. Get your Fenway franks here."
"Hey you guys hungry?" Sully asked, glancing along the row at his companions. "Anyone want a hot dog?"
"A hot dog sounds good," Ty replied as Bosco and Faith nodded. Sully flagged down the vendor and then passed the hotdogs down to the others.
"You remember when your dad and I used to take you to Yankee Stadium when you were a kid?" Sully asked as he turned towards Ty.
"Yeah, sort of," Ty said as he searched his memory.
"Well you were pretty young," Sully said. "You used to love it though. We'd sit you there with a hot dog and a box of popcorn and you could just sit for hours."
"Charlie loves going to the ballgames with his dad," Faith stated. "He'd really get a kick out of this."
Bosco turned his attention toward the field. He really couldn't relate to happy childhood memories of boys and their fathers at the ballpark. He took a bite of his hot dog and nodded in appreciation. "This is good." His eyes were on the players from both teams who were running wind sprints and playing catch. "Who's pitching tonight anyhow?"
"Pedro's pitching," a high-pitched voice squealed. Bosco turned his head to see a red-haired woman who plopped herself in the seat next to him. She wore a Red Sox shirt, which was decorated with countless Red Sox pins, all different shapes and sizes. She also was wearing an overwhelming amount of perfume. "Sidney! Get me some chicken fingers and a beer! she squealed again to her companion who obediently stood up and headed off to do her bidding.
"Thanks, but.actually I was wondering who was pitchin' for the Yankees," Bosco explained.
"The YANKEES?" she screeched. "You have -got- to be kidding me? The Yankees suck."
"Uh lady, the Yankees do not suck," Bosco stated with a smirk on his face. "Do you actually follow baseball?"
"You're a very rude young man," she sputtered, shaking her head in indignation.
"I'm just sayin'."
"Bosco," Faith whispered ferociously from beside him. "Just give it a rest, okay? Do you really have to make waves with Red Sox fans?"
"We're just havin' a discussion, Faith," he said to his partner before turning his attention back to the woman seated on his other side. "I mean historically speaking, all you've got to do is look at the stats and its plain as day who has the better team."
"That's because that Steinbrenner goes out and buys whoever he wants," the woman stated. "It's not fair. It isn't fair at all!"
"Hey makes no difference how you get the team, Bosco stated. The proof is in the product. The Yankees win a lot of championships. When's the last time you guys have won the World Series, 1918 I believe?"
"What are you saying, boy?" a loud voice bellowed from behind.
"Bosco." Faith shook her head as Bosco turned to the guy seated behind them who had obviously been drinking.
"Boy? You talkin' to me jag-off?"
"Yeah I'm talking to you."
The man who was around 6'3 and weighed at least 300 pounds stood up and glared down at Bosco furiously. "I'm going to tear you apart, little man."
"Oh yeah, I'd like to see you try." Bosco got to his feet, ready to go at it with the guy, but Ty stood up as well.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to sit back down." Ty pulled out his badge and flashed it. "We're all members of the NYPD and unless you really want trouble, you'd better listen to me."
"NYPD.that explains you being Yankee fans," the man said as he sullenly took his seat.
"What the hell did you do that for?" Bosco asked Ty, shooting him an aggravated look. "You don't think I could have taken that jag-off?"
"I don't really care whether you could take him or not," Ty said. "I just don't want us getting thrown out of the ballpark before the game even begins."
"Will you people sit down!" someone yelled from a few rows back.
"The game hasn't even started yet," Bosco screamed back.
"Bosco." Faith grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pulled him down towards his seat. "Sit down."
"Fine."
******
"Roooooooger.Roooooooger." the Fenway crowd chanted. The bases were loaded and Roger Clemens was in a jam.
"Can you believe these jag-offs?" Bosco asked Faith. Everyone was cheering and clapping and he couldn't even hear himself think. The Yankees were down 5-0 in the sixth inning. This game sucked.
The sound of Nomar Garciaparra's bat hitting the ball echoed through the park and a pop fly came flying through the air right towards them.
"I got it!" Sully screamed.
"I got it!" Ty yelled.
"I got it!" Bosco shouted.
"Get off my foot!" Faith hollered at Bosco.
Ty reached out with his long arm and managed to snatch the ball. He grinned as he held it up triumphantly. "Ha ha! I got it!"
At that moment, the drunk guy in the row behind them, who had also been attempting to grab the ball, dropped his beer.right on top of Faith.
"Dammit! What the hell are you doing?" She screamed, her eyes blazing as she turned around.
"You jag-off!" Bosco said as he lept towards the man.
"Oh here we go," Sully stated as the melee began in full force. Somehow he had just known this was going to happen.
******
"But we're NYPD." Bosco protested to the security guard who was ushering him out of the ballpark.
"Well then you should have known better."
"Bosco, give it up," Sully stated.
"I'm just sayin'."
"DON'T!" Faith said, glaring at him. She was utterly disgusted. All she could smell was beer. Her sweater and shirt were soaked. She wanted nothing better than to get out of this godforsaken baseball stadium, go back to her hotel room and soak in the tub.
A few minutes later they found themselves back out on the street.
"Now what?" Sully asked. He couldn't believe what a farce the ballgame had turned out to be.
"We're going back to the hotel," Faith stated.
"Yeah that's fine with me," Ty said as he looked down admiringly at his ball. "Nomar hit this. Pretty cool, huh?"
"Oh shut up, Davis." Bosco scowled. "You took that ball right out of my hands."
"What? I did not. You weren't even near it."
"Boys.It's been a really long night," Sully stated, moving in between them. "Let's get a taxi and get back to the hotel. Everything will look better in the morning."
"I wouldn't bet on it," Bosco stated as he searched the street for a taxi. He for one could hardly wait to get back to New York. Boston wasn't all it was cracked up to be.