I Can Do This 5/?
"What's gonna happen to me, Bosco?"
Emily had been quiet for so long, Bosco jumped when he heard Emily's whispered question behind him. He put down the pen he had been using to write up his report and swiveled around in the chair to face her. "Well, Em, you can't go around mouthin' off to cops just because your mom's one and you sure as hell can't be punchin' 'em," even if it was Daniels and he deserved it, he added silently to himself. He'd wanted to punch him a time or two himself.
Looking into the cell, Bosco could tell Emily had lost all her teenage bravado. She sat leaning against the wall with her knees pulled up to her chest occasionally swiping away escaped tears. "Are they gonna put me in jail?"
"In case ya haven't noticed, You Are Currently In Jail," Bosco joked then immediately regretted it as he watched the little escaped tears turn into huge drops coursing down her cheeks. Dammit! "Em, don't do that. I'm sorry. That wasn't funny. I'll have a little talk with Daniels if the Lieu hasn't already. Nothin's gonna happen to you here. When ya get home, now that's a whole nother story."
"We were just havin' some fun. We weren't hurting anyone," Emily grumbled wiping once again at the tears and her now red, runny nose.
"Not until you started runnin' your mouth. Trust me on this one, Emily. I'm the King of lettin' my mouth get me into trouble. You're just hurtin' yourself with this bad attitude ya been carryin' around."
"I hope it's dad who comes to get me," Emily whimpered hugging her knees closer. "Mom's gonna kill me."
"She's not gonna kill ya. Anyway, the boss wants to talk to her so no luck on your dad showin' up."
"At least she can't shoot me in a police station. Maybe I'll have time to escape."
"Now, why do ya say stuff like that? You're mom loves you. She wouldn't harm a hair on your head. You should see her at work, worryin' about ya all the time. She just doesn't .." Bosco sat up straight realizing what he was about to say. He knew exactly what Faith didn't want for Emily, but he'd already got in enough trouble talking to Charlie.
"She doesn't what," Emily asked suddenly defensive.
"Look, Em. Try to see this from her place. She looks at ya and sees herself at your age. She doesn't want ya to go through what she did. She wants ya to have choices she didn't have is all I'm sayin'. She loves ya and wants ya to be happy."
Bosco saw Emily's eyes go wide with fear. He spun around while moving to stand between Emily and whatever danger was coming up behind him. His hand stilled on his gun and he took a deep breath. "Hey, Faith."
Faith ignored him, her full attention focused on Emily who was cowering behind Bosco. "What the Hell were you thinkin'? Moonin' people on the George Washington Bridge? Arguin' with cops? Punchin' Daniels? Open the cell, Bosco. Now."
Bosco felt Emily grab two handfuls of his shirt through the bars. Between Faith's advance and Emily's tugging, he had ended up with his back pressed against the bars of the cell door. "No, Faith, not until you calm down. Let's just talk this out, ok?"
"Talk? Talk? That's rich, Bosco. Since when are you the talkin' type," Faith redirected her rage at Bosco, her gaze making him wish he was in the cell with Emily. "You just wait until we get home, Emily Yokas. You are grounded for the rest of your natural life! Do you hear me?"
"The whole damn precinct can her ya, Faith. Let's go across the hall. Just for a minute, ok, and talk about this," Bosco was doing his best soft talking. He'd learned it from the master and now was trying to use it on her.
"You're not the one I need to talk to. Now let her out, Bosco, or we're gonna have a problem."
"Faith I seem to remember a double shift not too long ago that I need to discuss with you. Remember? A certain Sergeant and him not letting ya have some lost time?" Bosco arched his eyebrows and watched as realization dawned across her face. "Let's just go across the hall, for a minute."
Bosco nearly laughed as he saw the same scowl that Emily had treated to him earlier mirrored on her mother's face. He bit back a smirk as she nodded and stomped across the hall. "Let go of my shirt, Em. I'll be right back. Don't get in any fist fights while I'm gone."
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Emily watched through the window in the door as Bosco and her mom talked. Try as she might, she couldn't tell what they were saying. She watched as her mom hung her head as Bosco talked, then Bosco bent down so that he could smirk up into her face. Her mother smirked back shaking her head before planting her hand over Bosco's face and pushing him back. Bosco smiled wider then said something that made mom laugh out loud and shake her head. They were still laughing when Bosco opened the door.
Emily pressed against the bars again waiting. Mom went down the hall as Bosco came back into the lock up room. "Where's she going, Bosco?"
"She has to go talk to the boss, then she'll be back. Are ya gonna do anything like this again? I might not always be around ya know," Bosco said smirking.
"What'd ya say to her," Emily asked returning his smile.
"Nothin'," Bosco moved to the desk to retrieve the lock up keys. "You gonna think about what we talked about? Or do I leave ya in there?"
Bosco unlocked the door, but didn't open it until Emily nodded. To his surprise, Emily hugged him. "Thanks, Uncle B." Then she bolted out the door in search of her mother.
"You're welcome," he mumbled sitting back down to start on his paperwork.
"What's gonna happen to me, Bosco?"
Emily had been quiet for so long, Bosco jumped when he heard Emily's whispered question behind him. He put down the pen he had been using to write up his report and swiveled around in the chair to face her. "Well, Em, you can't go around mouthin' off to cops just because your mom's one and you sure as hell can't be punchin' 'em," even if it was Daniels and he deserved it, he added silently to himself. He'd wanted to punch him a time or two himself.
Looking into the cell, Bosco could tell Emily had lost all her teenage bravado. She sat leaning against the wall with her knees pulled up to her chest occasionally swiping away escaped tears. "Are they gonna put me in jail?"
"In case ya haven't noticed, You Are Currently In Jail," Bosco joked then immediately regretted it as he watched the little escaped tears turn into huge drops coursing down her cheeks. Dammit! "Em, don't do that. I'm sorry. That wasn't funny. I'll have a little talk with Daniels if the Lieu hasn't already. Nothin's gonna happen to you here. When ya get home, now that's a whole nother story."
"We were just havin' some fun. We weren't hurting anyone," Emily grumbled wiping once again at the tears and her now red, runny nose.
"Not until you started runnin' your mouth. Trust me on this one, Emily. I'm the King of lettin' my mouth get me into trouble. You're just hurtin' yourself with this bad attitude ya been carryin' around."
"I hope it's dad who comes to get me," Emily whimpered hugging her knees closer. "Mom's gonna kill me."
"She's not gonna kill ya. Anyway, the boss wants to talk to her so no luck on your dad showin' up."
"At least she can't shoot me in a police station. Maybe I'll have time to escape."
"Now, why do ya say stuff like that? You're mom loves you. She wouldn't harm a hair on your head. You should see her at work, worryin' about ya all the time. She just doesn't .." Bosco sat up straight realizing what he was about to say. He knew exactly what Faith didn't want for Emily, but he'd already got in enough trouble talking to Charlie.
"She doesn't what," Emily asked suddenly defensive.
"Look, Em. Try to see this from her place. She looks at ya and sees herself at your age. She doesn't want ya to go through what she did. She wants ya to have choices she didn't have is all I'm sayin'. She loves ya and wants ya to be happy."
Bosco saw Emily's eyes go wide with fear. He spun around while moving to stand between Emily and whatever danger was coming up behind him. His hand stilled on his gun and he took a deep breath. "Hey, Faith."
Faith ignored him, her full attention focused on Emily who was cowering behind Bosco. "What the Hell were you thinkin'? Moonin' people on the George Washington Bridge? Arguin' with cops? Punchin' Daniels? Open the cell, Bosco. Now."
Bosco felt Emily grab two handfuls of his shirt through the bars. Between Faith's advance and Emily's tugging, he had ended up with his back pressed against the bars of the cell door. "No, Faith, not until you calm down. Let's just talk this out, ok?"
"Talk? Talk? That's rich, Bosco. Since when are you the talkin' type," Faith redirected her rage at Bosco, her gaze making him wish he was in the cell with Emily. "You just wait until we get home, Emily Yokas. You are grounded for the rest of your natural life! Do you hear me?"
"The whole damn precinct can her ya, Faith. Let's go across the hall. Just for a minute, ok, and talk about this," Bosco was doing his best soft talking. He'd learned it from the master and now was trying to use it on her.
"You're not the one I need to talk to. Now let her out, Bosco, or we're gonna have a problem."
"Faith I seem to remember a double shift not too long ago that I need to discuss with you. Remember? A certain Sergeant and him not letting ya have some lost time?" Bosco arched his eyebrows and watched as realization dawned across her face. "Let's just go across the hall, for a minute."
Bosco nearly laughed as he saw the same scowl that Emily had treated to him earlier mirrored on her mother's face. He bit back a smirk as she nodded and stomped across the hall. "Let go of my shirt, Em. I'll be right back. Don't get in any fist fights while I'm gone."
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Emily watched through the window in the door as Bosco and her mom talked. Try as she might, she couldn't tell what they were saying. She watched as her mom hung her head as Bosco talked, then Bosco bent down so that he could smirk up into her face. Her mother smirked back shaking her head before planting her hand over Bosco's face and pushing him back. Bosco smiled wider then said something that made mom laugh out loud and shake her head. They were still laughing when Bosco opened the door.
Emily pressed against the bars again waiting. Mom went down the hall as Bosco came back into the lock up room. "Where's she going, Bosco?"
"She has to go talk to the boss, then she'll be back. Are ya gonna do anything like this again? I might not always be around ya know," Bosco said smirking.
"What'd ya say to her," Emily asked returning his smile.
"Nothin'," Bosco moved to the desk to retrieve the lock up keys. "You gonna think about what we talked about? Or do I leave ya in there?"
Bosco unlocked the door, but didn't open it until Emily nodded. To his surprise, Emily hugged him. "Thanks, Uncle B." Then she bolted out the door in search of her mother.
"You're welcome," he mumbled sitting back down to start on his paperwork.