Title: Deliver Us From Evil (Sequel to Punish the Children) (9/?)
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: An enemy returns, endangering the lives of Ty, Sully, Bosco and Faith.
Notes: Thank you all so much for your feedback. I really appreciate you it and I'm so glad you're continuing to follow this story.
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Ty laid on his stomach on the top bunk. He leaned on his elbows and stared down at his watch, his eyes following the second hand as it turned around and around and around... No one had spoken a word in over an hour. Faith was still asleep with Bosco at her side. Sully was in the bunk underneath Ty's, but he had no idea if he was awake or asleep or what he was doing. Ty felt more than a little bit guilty about losing control of himself the way he had. It was bad enough that he had dragged them all into this mess without making things even worse. He suddenly realized that Bosco's eyes were on him from across the room. Uncomfortable, Ty quickly averted his gaze, then shifted onto his side so that he was facing the wall. God, he hated this...
******
Bosco sighed quietly to himself as he watched Davis turn away to face the wall. This was ridiculous. Didn't he realize that they needed to work together here? They only had each other to depend on. He was on the verge of getting up to go straighten things out with Ty when Faith stirred restlessly beside him.
"Hey, how are you doin'?" Bosco asked, a slight smile on his lips as he looked down at Faith.
"I'm okay, Bos," Faith's voice was hoarse as she spoke then swallowed painfully. Her throat was so dry and her head was still throbbing relentlessly.
Bosco unconsciously gnawed on his lower lip as he studied her with his eyes. He didn't say anything to contradict her, but it was obvious to him that she was far from okay.
"Has anything happened?" she asked, trying to keep her mind off how she was feeling.
"Not really." He lowered his voice to only a little above a whisper. "Davis got a little testy, but that's about it. Waters and his cronies haven't been back."
"You didn't get into it with him, did you, Bos?" she asked, her tone slightly reproachful. "You know he's just having a tough time with this."
Bosco shook his head as he spoke, a hint of irritability in his voice. "No, Faith. I didn't get into it with him. I'm not always as insensitive as you seem to think I am."
"I don't think you're insensitive, Bos...I just...never mind, forget it..." She slowly sat up and pushed her hair back away from her face with her fingers.
Part of him wanted to say more, but she wasn't feeling well and in reality they were beginning to make mountains out of molehills. He felt like a kid in the schoolyard, quarreling over who started a fight. 'You started it! No you started it!' He knew it was just the tenseness of the situation, which was weighing on all of them. Tiny little problems and annoyances were being magnified one hundredfold. "You want some water?" he asked. "There are some plastic cups over there by the sink."
Faith nodded. "Yeah, water sounds pretty good right now."
Relieved to have a task to perform, no matter how small, Bosco got up and went over to the sink. He turned on the faucet and ran the water for a good minute to get it as cold as possible. Then he filled the cup and brought it back to Faith. "Here you go."
"Thanks." She took the cup and brought it to her lips, allowing the cool liquid to trickle down, soothing her throat. "Mmm...that's good."
"You feeling better?" Sully's voice filtered through the cell as sat up in his bunk and looked over at Faith. He'd been just lying there, obsessing about what had happened to them. The more he dwelled on it, the more worried he was becoming. He couldn't help wondering exactly what Waters was planning. Did he plan to just keep them here in this cell forever? Did he have something even more diabolical planned? Was he going to kill them one by one?
"A little bit," Faith answered vaguely. "The flu has been going around Charlie's school. Maybe I just caught a touch of it."
"Maybe." Sully nodded in agreement as he got to his feet and stretched his arms up over his head, then slowly began stretching out his other muscles as well. He felt stiff and sore all over ,especially his neck. "Damn I'm getting old." His eyes went to his partner who was lying on the top bunk, facing the wall. He wanted to talk to him, to let Ty get out some of what he was feeling, but he wasn't even sure how to approach him. Instead, he walked over to where Bosco and Faith were sitting. "So...any thoughts?"
"Not yet," Bosco admitted. "I'm just hoping at some point we're going to get an opportunity to make a move against them."
"I hope you're right," Sully said. "Right now they're sure as hell not taking any chances though."
"The time will come when they let their guard down," Faith stated, sounding much more sure of herself on the outside than she really felt on the inside. "We just have to wait...it'll happen."
From up on his bunk, Ty listened to the conversation, feeling more and more ill at ease and out of place. Finally he took a deep breath and sat up, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. "I'm sorry about earlier," he said, forcing himself to meet Bosco's eyes.
"Don't worry about it," Bosco replied, offering a small smile to the younger officer. "We've got other a lot more important things to think about."
Relieved, Ty nodded. "Yeah...we do."
The sound of footsteps caused all four officers to glance past the bars of their prison out into the hallway. A small group of men were approaching. Seth led the way, carrying a revolver with a smug look on his face. Behind him were two men who were carrying what appeared to be meal trays and three other men who were heavily armed.
"Stand away from the door!" Seth bellowed as he inserted a key into the lock.
"None of us is anywhere near the door," Bosco stated.
"Nobody likes a wise ass, Officer Boscorelli, especially me," Seth snarled as he entered the cell. "Keep that up and you'll be sorry."
Bosco stared defiantly back at Waters, wanting more than anything to go back at him, but realizing it wouldn't be the smartest thing to do. Instead he was able to force himself to remain silent.
"Smart boy. Now you'll get your dinner," Seth stated. "It might not be quite as good as what you're used to eating, but at least you won't starve."
The two men carrying the trays entered the cell and placed one on Bosco and Faith's bunk and the other on Sully's.
"Anything else you need?" Seth asked, smirking insincerely at them.
"Yeah, I'd like to make a phone call," Ty replied, glaring down at Seth from the top bunk.
"No can do," Seth stated with a chuckle. "Any more reasonable requests?"
"I'd like to know what you're planning to do with us," Sully stated after a few moments of silence.
"I'm sure you would like to know that," Seth said, the false smile still planted on his face. "Unfortunately I'm not at liberty to divulge that information."
"You're a real piece of work," Bosco said angrily. "Who the hell do you think you're dealin' with here?"
Seth chuckled as he took a few steps closer to Bosco, brandishing the revolver jovially. "I think the question should be who do -you- think you're dealing with, Officer Boscorelli?"
Noting the wild look in Seth's eyes, Bosco decided to back down. There wasn't any sense in riling a fruitcake with a gun. He'd seen enough on the job to know that was never a good idea.
Satisfied when Bosco remained silent, Seth turned his attention toward Faith. "You haven't said anything, Officer Yokas. Or should I call you Faith? Aren't you glad to see me? After all I've brought you a delectable dinner."
"You can call me, Officer Yokas," Faith answered coldly.
"I can call you whatever the hell I want," Seth said, displeased by her answer and the tone in her voice. Stuck up bitch. Who the hell did she think she was? "I can -do- whatever the hell I want as well. You'd be wise to remember that."
"You better watch your threats." Bosco started to get to his feet, but was stopped as Seth pointed the revolver at his face.
"Sit down, now!" The sudden rage in Seth's eyes made it clear that there was no room for argument. Bosco slowly lowered himself back down to the bed. Damn. This guy was just a ticking time bomb.
"Enjoy your food and if I were you I'd make it last," Seth stated as he began to back up out of the cell. "We'll be back tomorrow...or not." With those words, he slammed the door to the cell and locked it, then stormed down the hall with his entourage on his heels.
"Real peach of a guy," Sully muttered after they had left. He walked over to his bunk and lifted the cover off the tray. "Let's see what he left us."
"Somehow I'm not expectin' much," Bosco said as he removed the cover from his and Faith's tray. Underneath were two small bowls of a watery-appearing chicken noodle soup, two packages of crackers, and two apples. "Guess I was right."
"We're supposed to make this last?" Sully asked incredulously. "He's got to be kidding." He took one of the bowls, along with a package of crackers, and handed it up to Ty. "Here you go, partner. Enjoy."
"God, I'm starved," Ty said as he opened up the package of crackers and crumbled them into the soup. "This isn't going to make a dent."
"There's an apple too," Sully said, handing it to him.
"Oh joy."
"Here, Faith," Bosco said quietly, as he passed the food to her. "Hopefully getting a little something in your stomach will help you to feel better."
Faith unenthusiastically accepted the soup from Bosco. She couldn't really say she was feeling very hungry, but she knew she needed to eat. "Thanks."
"Sure." He dipped his spoon into his own bowl and took a sip of the lukewarm, almost tasteless liquid. This really sucked.
******
"I don't like this...I don't like it at all." Swersky stated to the small group of officers who were gathered in his office. One officer not showing up for roll call was bad enough, but four not showing up? Something was very, very wrong.
"I want you to start making calls to their families, friends, anyone who could have some information that might give us a clue to their whereabouts. I want them found and I want them found quickly."
Because Swersky knew if his officers weren't found soon, the chances were very slim that they would be found at all and even slimmer that they would be found alive...
Author: Lynne Facella
Category: Drama/Angst
Rating: PG-13
Email: lynne1919@aol.com
Spoilers: Through current season 4
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero. I wish they were mine but unfortunately they're not.
Summary: An enemy returns, endangering the lives of Ty, Sully, Bosco and Faith.
Notes: Thank you all so much for your feedback. I really appreciate you it and I'm so glad you're continuing to follow this story.
*****
Ty laid on his stomach on the top bunk. He leaned on his elbows and stared down at his watch, his eyes following the second hand as it turned around and around and around... No one had spoken a word in over an hour. Faith was still asleep with Bosco at her side. Sully was in the bunk underneath Ty's, but he had no idea if he was awake or asleep or what he was doing. Ty felt more than a little bit guilty about losing control of himself the way he had. It was bad enough that he had dragged them all into this mess without making things even worse. He suddenly realized that Bosco's eyes were on him from across the room. Uncomfortable, Ty quickly averted his gaze, then shifted onto his side so that he was facing the wall. God, he hated this...
******
Bosco sighed quietly to himself as he watched Davis turn away to face the wall. This was ridiculous. Didn't he realize that they needed to work together here? They only had each other to depend on. He was on the verge of getting up to go straighten things out with Ty when Faith stirred restlessly beside him.
"Hey, how are you doin'?" Bosco asked, a slight smile on his lips as he looked down at Faith.
"I'm okay, Bos," Faith's voice was hoarse as she spoke then swallowed painfully. Her throat was so dry and her head was still throbbing relentlessly.
Bosco unconsciously gnawed on his lower lip as he studied her with his eyes. He didn't say anything to contradict her, but it was obvious to him that she was far from okay.
"Has anything happened?" she asked, trying to keep her mind off how she was feeling.
"Not really." He lowered his voice to only a little above a whisper. "Davis got a little testy, but that's about it. Waters and his cronies haven't been back."
"You didn't get into it with him, did you, Bos?" she asked, her tone slightly reproachful. "You know he's just having a tough time with this."
Bosco shook his head as he spoke, a hint of irritability in his voice. "No, Faith. I didn't get into it with him. I'm not always as insensitive as you seem to think I am."
"I don't think you're insensitive, Bos...I just...never mind, forget it..." She slowly sat up and pushed her hair back away from her face with her fingers.
Part of him wanted to say more, but she wasn't feeling well and in reality they were beginning to make mountains out of molehills. He felt like a kid in the schoolyard, quarreling over who started a fight. 'You started it! No you started it!' He knew it was just the tenseness of the situation, which was weighing on all of them. Tiny little problems and annoyances were being magnified one hundredfold. "You want some water?" he asked. "There are some plastic cups over there by the sink."
Faith nodded. "Yeah, water sounds pretty good right now."
Relieved to have a task to perform, no matter how small, Bosco got up and went over to the sink. He turned on the faucet and ran the water for a good minute to get it as cold as possible. Then he filled the cup and brought it back to Faith. "Here you go."
"Thanks." She took the cup and brought it to her lips, allowing the cool liquid to trickle down, soothing her throat. "Mmm...that's good."
"You feeling better?" Sully's voice filtered through the cell as sat up in his bunk and looked over at Faith. He'd been just lying there, obsessing about what had happened to them. The more he dwelled on it, the more worried he was becoming. He couldn't help wondering exactly what Waters was planning. Did he plan to just keep them here in this cell forever? Did he have something even more diabolical planned? Was he going to kill them one by one?
"A little bit," Faith answered vaguely. "The flu has been going around Charlie's school. Maybe I just caught a touch of it."
"Maybe." Sully nodded in agreement as he got to his feet and stretched his arms up over his head, then slowly began stretching out his other muscles as well. He felt stiff and sore all over ,especially his neck. "Damn I'm getting old." His eyes went to his partner who was lying on the top bunk, facing the wall. He wanted to talk to him, to let Ty get out some of what he was feeling, but he wasn't even sure how to approach him. Instead, he walked over to where Bosco and Faith were sitting. "So...any thoughts?"
"Not yet," Bosco admitted. "I'm just hoping at some point we're going to get an opportunity to make a move against them."
"I hope you're right," Sully said. "Right now they're sure as hell not taking any chances though."
"The time will come when they let their guard down," Faith stated, sounding much more sure of herself on the outside than she really felt on the inside. "We just have to wait...it'll happen."
From up on his bunk, Ty listened to the conversation, feeling more and more ill at ease and out of place. Finally he took a deep breath and sat up, then swung his legs over the side of the bed. "I'm sorry about earlier," he said, forcing himself to meet Bosco's eyes.
"Don't worry about it," Bosco replied, offering a small smile to the younger officer. "We've got other a lot more important things to think about."
Relieved, Ty nodded. "Yeah...we do."
The sound of footsteps caused all four officers to glance past the bars of their prison out into the hallway. A small group of men were approaching. Seth led the way, carrying a revolver with a smug look on his face. Behind him were two men who were carrying what appeared to be meal trays and three other men who were heavily armed.
"Stand away from the door!" Seth bellowed as he inserted a key into the lock.
"None of us is anywhere near the door," Bosco stated.
"Nobody likes a wise ass, Officer Boscorelli, especially me," Seth snarled as he entered the cell. "Keep that up and you'll be sorry."
Bosco stared defiantly back at Waters, wanting more than anything to go back at him, but realizing it wouldn't be the smartest thing to do. Instead he was able to force himself to remain silent.
"Smart boy. Now you'll get your dinner," Seth stated. "It might not be quite as good as what you're used to eating, but at least you won't starve."
The two men carrying the trays entered the cell and placed one on Bosco and Faith's bunk and the other on Sully's.
"Anything else you need?" Seth asked, smirking insincerely at them.
"Yeah, I'd like to make a phone call," Ty replied, glaring down at Seth from the top bunk.
"No can do," Seth stated with a chuckle. "Any more reasonable requests?"
"I'd like to know what you're planning to do with us," Sully stated after a few moments of silence.
"I'm sure you would like to know that," Seth said, the false smile still planted on his face. "Unfortunately I'm not at liberty to divulge that information."
"You're a real piece of work," Bosco said angrily. "Who the hell do you think you're dealin' with here?"
Seth chuckled as he took a few steps closer to Bosco, brandishing the revolver jovially. "I think the question should be who do -you- think you're dealing with, Officer Boscorelli?"
Noting the wild look in Seth's eyes, Bosco decided to back down. There wasn't any sense in riling a fruitcake with a gun. He'd seen enough on the job to know that was never a good idea.
Satisfied when Bosco remained silent, Seth turned his attention toward Faith. "You haven't said anything, Officer Yokas. Or should I call you Faith? Aren't you glad to see me? After all I've brought you a delectable dinner."
"You can call me, Officer Yokas," Faith answered coldly.
"I can call you whatever the hell I want," Seth said, displeased by her answer and the tone in her voice. Stuck up bitch. Who the hell did she think she was? "I can -do- whatever the hell I want as well. You'd be wise to remember that."
"You better watch your threats." Bosco started to get to his feet, but was stopped as Seth pointed the revolver at his face.
"Sit down, now!" The sudden rage in Seth's eyes made it clear that there was no room for argument. Bosco slowly lowered himself back down to the bed. Damn. This guy was just a ticking time bomb.
"Enjoy your food and if I were you I'd make it last," Seth stated as he began to back up out of the cell. "We'll be back tomorrow...or not." With those words, he slammed the door to the cell and locked it, then stormed down the hall with his entourage on his heels.
"Real peach of a guy," Sully muttered after they had left. He walked over to his bunk and lifted the cover off the tray. "Let's see what he left us."
"Somehow I'm not expectin' much," Bosco said as he removed the cover from his and Faith's tray. Underneath were two small bowls of a watery-appearing chicken noodle soup, two packages of crackers, and two apples. "Guess I was right."
"We're supposed to make this last?" Sully asked incredulously. "He's got to be kidding." He took one of the bowls, along with a package of crackers, and handed it up to Ty. "Here you go, partner. Enjoy."
"God, I'm starved," Ty said as he opened up the package of crackers and crumbled them into the soup. "This isn't going to make a dent."
"There's an apple too," Sully said, handing it to him.
"Oh joy."
"Here, Faith," Bosco said quietly, as he passed the food to her. "Hopefully getting a little something in your stomach will help you to feel better."
Faith unenthusiastically accepted the soup from Bosco. She couldn't really say she was feeling very hungry, but she knew she needed to eat. "Thanks."
"Sure." He dipped his spoon into his own bowl and took a sip of the lukewarm, almost tasteless liquid. This really sucked.
******
"I don't like this...I don't like it at all." Swersky stated to the small group of officers who were gathered in his office. One officer not showing up for roll call was bad enough, but four not showing up? Something was very, very wrong.
"I want you to start making calls to their families, friends, anyone who could have some information that might give us a clue to their whereabouts. I want them found and I want them found quickly."
Because Swersky knew if his officers weren't found soon, the chances were very slim that they would be found at all and even slimmer that they would be found alive...