Title: Chain of Darkness
Chapter one
Drama/Suspense
Rated PG-13 for violence and some language
Series: Third Watch
Author: Sarahlee
Contact: flmodelgirl@hotmail.com
Summery: Read and find out!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Third Watch. I did, however, make up a few of my own.
Authors note: So, this is my first fanfic ever. I've had this story idea for about two years and finally decided to type it up and post it. Please read and review! I hope you all like it!
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It was a dark, moonless night in New York City. Sub-zero temperatures had forced most of the nightlife inside, and the streets and alleys were eerily silent. Officer Jim Barry sat in his unmarked cruiser under a dim streetlight. He strummed his fingers impatiently on the wheel of the car. Surveillance had to be the worst job a cop could have - except paperwork, that is, but even paperwork sounded appealing right now. At least he'd be warm. He glanced at his wristwatch. 3:37am. 13 minutes since the last time he checked. The time passed too slowly. He took a sip of his lukewarm coffee and realized his windshield was starting to frost over.
"Great," he muttered, "could this night get any worse?"
He needed to wipe the frost off before it got too thick to see. Jim slowly stretched and got out of the car. The snow crunched under his boots as he moved towards the front of the car. He was too busy cursing and muttering to hear the soft footsteps as they crept up behind him.
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"Oh, come on, Faith! Just let me drive today, you're in a bad mood anyway. It'll be safer if I drive."
Bosco stood between Faith and the driver's side door of the RMP. Nearly all of the other cops were already gone. They probably didn't stand around arguing about petty things.
Faith snorted. "Yeah, we'll be so much safer with you driving, Mario Andretti. And I'm not in a bad mood, Bosco."
"Ok, fine. You're not in a bad mood. Prove it to me and let me drive!" Bosco flashed her his infamous Boscorelli smirk.
"Whatever, Bosco," Faith muttered. It was way too cold today to stand outside and argue about who got to drive. Bosco did most of the driving anyway; what was one more day of sitting in the passenger seat with nothing to do? She quickly got in on the other side and slammed the door.
Bosco was smiling as he started the car and revved the engine. Driving the RMP was one of his favorite parts of the job.
"Central, 55-David is 10-98." He hit the gas and merged into traffic.
"So, you want to tell me what's up with you today, Faith?" He asked after a few minutes of silence.
"What do you mean, Bosco? I'm fine!" Faith snapped back. She raked her fingers through her hair. He always pestered her until he found out what was bothering her, and it didn't look like today was any different.
Bosco rolled his eyes, "Oh, ok, if you're fine now, I'd hate to see you when you're mad!" Faith was so easy to read, did she actually think she could fool him? He grinned and shook his head. Then his face got serious.
"Is Fred bothering you again? I mean, I know he turned over a new leaf or whatever, but-"
Faith cut him off mid-sentence. "No. Fred has been wonderful. He really has changed, Bosco." She was looking him right in the eye. "I didn't believe him at first but now..." her voice trailed off.
"Now what?" He hated it when she didn't finish what she was saying. As if he could read her mind or something.
"Now he's like the man I married in the beginning." A sad smile was on her lips. It's too bad it took a heart attack to make him change, she thought. It had been five months since Fred's heart attack and his promise to be a better husband and father. So far he had kept it well; life was much easier now.
The radio crackled, "Central to 55-David, we have reports of domestic disturbance at Union and 105th apartment 4C, believed to be violent with reports of possible weapons."
"Central, 55-David, show us en route to that call," confirmed Faith as Bosco leaned over and flipped on the lights and siren.
"Well, that's one hellofa way to start a day," Bosco said as he made a quick U-turn and headed
back towards Union St
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A middle-aged man greeted them as they got out of the RMP. He was nervously looking up at the apartment building. They could hear shouting and loud crashes from high above.
"Thank God you're here officers, I'm the landlord and I was starting to get worried that they might hurt someone," he said anxiously wringing his hands.
"Do you know who it is sir?" asked Faith as they walked into to the apartments.
The building was old and the mustard yellow paint was faded and peeling. The wooden floors inside were discolored and a few of the front windows were cracked. It smelled like old coffee and mothballs. Bosco wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"It's the new guy that just moved in-his name is Joe Logan-and some other guy. I don't know who he is. They are on the 4th floor at the end of the hall, 4C. I heard them say something about a gun I think."
"Great, I just love these calls," said Bosco sarcastically. "Every idiot has a gun."
"Ok sir, you'll need to wait down here while my partner and I take care of this," said Faith as they started up the stairs. "Should we call for backup, Bos?"
"Yeah go ahead but I'm not waiting for them, we can handle this," Bosco said as he pulled out his gun and turned the safety off. The yelling upstairs was getting louder, and a few people were sticking their heads out of the lower apartments.
"Get back inside people! We're taking care of it!" he yelled at them. Doors were slamming shut as they made it to the landing between the third and fourth floors.
"55-David to Central requesting backup," Faith pulled out her gun and cocked it.
Bosco looked over at Faith, "I'll knock, you back me up ok?" She shook her head yes and started up the last few steps. Something crashed to the floor and there was more yelling. Bosco nodded at Faith and continued down the hall. The noise stopped for a moment.
Bosco stood to the side of the door and banged on it. "Open up! Police!" There was some scuffling inside and then complete silence. Faith motioned for him to go ahead as she moved behind him, alert and ready. Bosco stepped back a few feet and gave the door a vicious kick. The flimsy door busted open and banged loudly against the wall.
"Police!" he yelled again as he peered around the doorframe. It was quiet. Faith looked at her partner nervously. 'It's too quiet-this isn't good' she thought as she got a better look at the inside of the small apartment. The room was a mess of overturned furniture and broken glass. There was no one in sight.
"Hello? Where the hell--," A shot rang out and a bullet whizzed past his head missing by millimeters. Bosco cursed and dove to the floor, knocking a lamp over. Faith was right behind him shielding herself behind an overturned tabled. She looked up to make sure he was ok. His eyes were wide and he was starting to sweat despite the chilly room.
Bosco glanced down and saw that his hands were shaking. He swallowed hard and tried to get himself in check. 'Oh God, I almost had my head shot off'. Taking a deep breath he abandoned his thoughts and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.
"55-David to Central- Shots fired. Where the hell is backup?" Faith whispered angrily into her radio.
A gun peeked out slightly from the dark bedroom doorway. "Hey! This is the Police, put down your gun!" Bosco yelled. The guy with the gun chuckled, "Oh yeah, I know, and I'm supposed to just put down the gun and give up huh?"
"Yeah, that's generally how it's done," Bosco rolled his eyes. Some people were so stupid. Half the police force would be out front in minutes. 'Does this jerk actually think he's going to get away?' The apartment was getting really cold. He decided to inch a little closer to the bedroom. Back near the kitchen he noticed feet poking out from under an over-turned couch. 'Must be the poor idiot that pissed this guy off' "So, you going to put it down or what? Don't make it harder than it has to be."
Silence.
Bosco motioned Faith to go check on the guy under the couch "Hey, you want to tell me what happened?" he said trying to keep the guy talking.
"Not really."
Faith started crawling towards the body. Glass crunched under her as she made her way across the room. Bosco kept talking, "You might as well give up now pal, because ESU is on their way and they don't come to mess around." He could see the tip of the gun lower a bit. If he would stick it a little bit more I could shoot it out of his hands. He kept his gun trained on the doorway.
"First of all, I'm not your pal. And I don't really care who the hell is coming. I'm not giving up. You'll never get me. All you cops think you are so great, you can tell do whatever you want, ruin people's lives. Well you aren't going to get me."
'What an idiot, even in movies the bad guy never gets away. And certainly not when I'm in front of the door with a gun. What does he think he's going to do? Make a run past us?' Picturing that, Bosco chuckled under his breath.
Faith reached the guy on the floor and checked for a pulse. There was none. She shook her head; he must have broken his neck. His head was crooked at an awkward angle and he had blood dribbling out of his mouth.
"Ok, fine, have it your way. Did you know you killed your friend here?"
The guy wasn't responding. The apartment was freezing and all Bosco wanted was to nail this jerk and get back in the warm cruiser. He could see his breath as he waited, aiming at the sliver of gun that he could see. 'All right, I'll try one more time with this jag-off.'
"Yeah, that's right you killed him. You know what that means? You're going to jail. Not just for that though. No, you shot at me and most judges don't look too fondly on people who try and kill cops. So your best bet is to give it up."
Not a sound came from the dark bedroom. Bosco was getting impatient. What is wrong with this guy? And where the hell is backup? Faith looked over at him and shrugged. She could see Bosco was getting anxious. Sirens slowly got louder in the distance. ESU had finally arrived.
The tip of the gun in the doorway shifted slightly. There was just enough sticking out to shoot at, but the shot had to be perfect. 'I hope all of those hours at the shooting range paid off.' Bosco aimed, held his breath, and pulled the trigger.
The shot was right on and knocked the gun to the floor. Bosco leapt up and ran into the bedroom, Faith right behind him.
"Alright jag-off! Put 'um up!" he yelled as he rounded the corner. But what he saw made him stop in his tracks open-mouthed. "What the--?" He was so surprised he couldn't even finish the sentence.
The room was dark and freezing cold. The gun lay on the floor a few feet from the doorway. The window was wide open.
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TBC...
Chapter one
Drama/Suspense
Rated PG-13 for violence and some language
Series: Third Watch
Author: Sarahlee
Contact: flmodelgirl@hotmail.com
Summery: Read and find out!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Third Watch. I did, however, make up a few of my own.
Authors note: So, this is my first fanfic ever. I've had this story idea for about two years and finally decided to type it up and post it. Please read and review! I hope you all like it!
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It was a dark, moonless night in New York City. Sub-zero temperatures had forced most of the nightlife inside, and the streets and alleys were eerily silent. Officer Jim Barry sat in his unmarked cruiser under a dim streetlight. He strummed his fingers impatiently on the wheel of the car. Surveillance had to be the worst job a cop could have - except paperwork, that is, but even paperwork sounded appealing right now. At least he'd be warm. He glanced at his wristwatch. 3:37am. 13 minutes since the last time he checked. The time passed too slowly. He took a sip of his lukewarm coffee and realized his windshield was starting to frost over.
"Great," he muttered, "could this night get any worse?"
He needed to wipe the frost off before it got too thick to see. Jim slowly stretched and got out of the car. The snow crunched under his boots as he moved towards the front of the car. He was too busy cursing and muttering to hear the soft footsteps as they crept up behind him.
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"Oh, come on, Faith! Just let me drive today, you're in a bad mood anyway. It'll be safer if I drive."
Bosco stood between Faith and the driver's side door of the RMP. Nearly all of the other cops were already gone. They probably didn't stand around arguing about petty things.
Faith snorted. "Yeah, we'll be so much safer with you driving, Mario Andretti. And I'm not in a bad mood, Bosco."
"Ok, fine. You're not in a bad mood. Prove it to me and let me drive!" Bosco flashed her his infamous Boscorelli smirk.
"Whatever, Bosco," Faith muttered. It was way too cold today to stand outside and argue about who got to drive. Bosco did most of the driving anyway; what was one more day of sitting in the passenger seat with nothing to do? She quickly got in on the other side and slammed the door.
Bosco was smiling as he started the car and revved the engine. Driving the RMP was one of his favorite parts of the job.
"Central, 55-David is 10-98." He hit the gas and merged into traffic.
"So, you want to tell me what's up with you today, Faith?" He asked after a few minutes of silence.
"What do you mean, Bosco? I'm fine!" Faith snapped back. She raked her fingers through her hair. He always pestered her until he found out what was bothering her, and it didn't look like today was any different.
Bosco rolled his eyes, "Oh, ok, if you're fine now, I'd hate to see you when you're mad!" Faith was so easy to read, did she actually think she could fool him? He grinned and shook his head. Then his face got serious.
"Is Fred bothering you again? I mean, I know he turned over a new leaf or whatever, but-"
Faith cut him off mid-sentence. "No. Fred has been wonderful. He really has changed, Bosco." She was looking him right in the eye. "I didn't believe him at first but now..." her voice trailed off.
"Now what?" He hated it when she didn't finish what she was saying. As if he could read her mind or something.
"Now he's like the man I married in the beginning." A sad smile was on her lips. It's too bad it took a heart attack to make him change, she thought. It had been five months since Fred's heart attack and his promise to be a better husband and father. So far he had kept it well; life was much easier now.
The radio crackled, "Central to 55-David, we have reports of domestic disturbance at Union and 105th apartment 4C, believed to be violent with reports of possible weapons."
"Central, 55-David, show us en route to that call," confirmed Faith as Bosco leaned over and flipped on the lights and siren.
"Well, that's one hellofa way to start a day," Bosco said as he made a quick U-turn and headed
back towards Union St
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A middle-aged man greeted them as they got out of the RMP. He was nervously looking up at the apartment building. They could hear shouting and loud crashes from high above.
"Thank God you're here officers, I'm the landlord and I was starting to get worried that they might hurt someone," he said anxiously wringing his hands.
"Do you know who it is sir?" asked Faith as they walked into to the apartments.
The building was old and the mustard yellow paint was faded and peeling. The wooden floors inside were discolored and a few of the front windows were cracked. It smelled like old coffee and mothballs. Bosco wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"It's the new guy that just moved in-his name is Joe Logan-and some other guy. I don't know who he is. They are on the 4th floor at the end of the hall, 4C. I heard them say something about a gun I think."
"Great, I just love these calls," said Bosco sarcastically. "Every idiot has a gun."
"Ok sir, you'll need to wait down here while my partner and I take care of this," said Faith as they started up the stairs. "Should we call for backup, Bos?"
"Yeah go ahead but I'm not waiting for them, we can handle this," Bosco said as he pulled out his gun and turned the safety off. The yelling upstairs was getting louder, and a few people were sticking their heads out of the lower apartments.
"Get back inside people! We're taking care of it!" he yelled at them. Doors were slamming shut as they made it to the landing between the third and fourth floors.
"55-David to Central requesting backup," Faith pulled out her gun and cocked it.
Bosco looked over at Faith, "I'll knock, you back me up ok?" She shook her head yes and started up the last few steps. Something crashed to the floor and there was more yelling. Bosco nodded at Faith and continued down the hall. The noise stopped for a moment.
Bosco stood to the side of the door and banged on it. "Open up! Police!" There was some scuffling inside and then complete silence. Faith motioned for him to go ahead as she moved behind him, alert and ready. Bosco stepped back a few feet and gave the door a vicious kick. The flimsy door busted open and banged loudly against the wall.
"Police!" he yelled again as he peered around the doorframe. It was quiet. Faith looked at her partner nervously. 'It's too quiet-this isn't good' she thought as she got a better look at the inside of the small apartment. The room was a mess of overturned furniture and broken glass. There was no one in sight.
"Hello? Where the hell--," A shot rang out and a bullet whizzed past his head missing by millimeters. Bosco cursed and dove to the floor, knocking a lamp over. Faith was right behind him shielding herself behind an overturned tabled. She looked up to make sure he was ok. His eyes were wide and he was starting to sweat despite the chilly room.
Bosco glanced down and saw that his hands were shaking. He swallowed hard and tried to get himself in check. 'Oh God, I almost had my head shot off'. Taking a deep breath he abandoned his thoughts and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve.
"55-David to Central- Shots fired. Where the hell is backup?" Faith whispered angrily into her radio.
A gun peeked out slightly from the dark bedroom doorway. "Hey! This is the Police, put down your gun!" Bosco yelled. The guy with the gun chuckled, "Oh yeah, I know, and I'm supposed to just put down the gun and give up huh?"
"Yeah, that's generally how it's done," Bosco rolled his eyes. Some people were so stupid. Half the police force would be out front in minutes. 'Does this jerk actually think he's going to get away?' The apartment was getting really cold. He decided to inch a little closer to the bedroom. Back near the kitchen he noticed feet poking out from under an over-turned couch. 'Must be the poor idiot that pissed this guy off' "So, you going to put it down or what? Don't make it harder than it has to be."
Silence.
Bosco motioned Faith to go check on the guy under the couch "Hey, you want to tell me what happened?" he said trying to keep the guy talking.
"Not really."
Faith started crawling towards the body. Glass crunched under her as she made her way across the room. Bosco kept talking, "You might as well give up now pal, because ESU is on their way and they don't come to mess around." He could see the tip of the gun lower a bit. If he would stick it a little bit more I could shoot it out of his hands. He kept his gun trained on the doorway.
"First of all, I'm not your pal. And I don't really care who the hell is coming. I'm not giving up. You'll never get me. All you cops think you are so great, you can tell do whatever you want, ruin people's lives. Well you aren't going to get me."
'What an idiot, even in movies the bad guy never gets away. And certainly not when I'm in front of the door with a gun. What does he think he's going to do? Make a run past us?' Picturing that, Bosco chuckled under his breath.
Faith reached the guy on the floor and checked for a pulse. There was none. She shook her head; he must have broken his neck. His head was crooked at an awkward angle and he had blood dribbling out of his mouth.
"Ok, fine, have it your way. Did you know you killed your friend here?"
The guy wasn't responding. The apartment was freezing and all Bosco wanted was to nail this jerk and get back in the warm cruiser. He could see his breath as he waited, aiming at the sliver of gun that he could see. 'All right, I'll try one more time with this jag-off.'
"Yeah, that's right you killed him. You know what that means? You're going to jail. Not just for that though. No, you shot at me and most judges don't look too fondly on people who try and kill cops. So your best bet is to give it up."
Not a sound came from the dark bedroom. Bosco was getting impatient. What is wrong with this guy? And where the hell is backup? Faith looked over at him and shrugged. She could see Bosco was getting anxious. Sirens slowly got louder in the distance. ESU had finally arrived.
The tip of the gun in the doorway shifted slightly. There was just enough sticking out to shoot at, but the shot had to be perfect. 'I hope all of those hours at the shooting range paid off.' Bosco aimed, held his breath, and pulled the trigger.
The shot was right on and knocked the gun to the floor. Bosco leapt up and ran into the bedroom, Faith right behind him.
"Alright jag-off! Put 'um up!" he yelled as he rounded the corner. But what he saw made him stop in his tracks open-mouthed. "What the--?" He was so surprised he couldn't even finish the sentence.
The room was dark and freezing cold. The gun lay on the floor a few feet from the doorway. The window was wide open.
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TBC...