Need to Sleep ch.5
Bosco was about halfway down the alley when he stopped. His whole body was on fire.
He thought he was gonna pass out. He sat down against the wall with his head between he knees.
"Faith", he whispered to no one as the tears started to fall from his eyes.
Faith had now reached him in the alley and ran up to him.
"Oh my God Bosco what happened? What's wrong? Bos?"
He wiped his face quickly and looked up at her.
She could see the streaks of tears that had fallen down his cheeks.
"I...I just got a little uh...dizzy is all. Just, its just hot. I just got a little hot", he stammered.
'OK C'mon I'll help you back to the car", Faith said as she took his arm.
Bosco stood up with Faith's help. "Thanks I'm really OK. I am, I'm OK."
Faith wasnt sure who he was trying to convince more, her or himself.
Once back in the RMP they both agreed to lay low for the rest of the shift. That was fine by Bosco for all he wanted to do was sleep anyway.
He couldnt wait to get home to his own comfy bed.
They got two calls in the next hour both for minor traffic incidents and Bosco let Faith pretty much handle them on her own.
He just leaned against the squad while she patiently took statements from the people involved.
She couldnt believe he was just standing there against the car. Not because he wasnt helping her, she was used to that, but because he wasnt mouthing off to these idiots in front of him, as was standard Boscorelli procedure for something this stupid!
With about an hour to go in their shift Faith stopped the car in front of a beverage store.
"Just gonna go grab a drink. You want anything?" she asked Bos.
"A coke would be great. Thanks."
She ran inside and was back in a couple of minutes.
They sat in uneasy silence and drank their sodas, both of them wanting to speak up but neither of them doing so.
Just as Bosco was about to say something to Faith a call came through for a domestic violence disturbance, with one male suspect taking off on foot.
"So much for a quiet end to the night," Faith thought. She flipped on the lights and headed to the call. "Three blocks away. I sure hope its a fast one cos i dont wanna be stuck up at the house all freakin night on this," she said to Bosco.
Bosco had been feeling a little better. That was until they got the call and Faith took off up the road like a NASCAR pro.
"Ughhhh, Faith, take it easy would ya. Slow down a little here." His stomach rolled as she turned the corner.
"Bos we got a suspect on foot 3 blocks away and we gotta try and get this guy", Faith shouted at him.
She pulled over when she saw a really angry woman shouting and waving her hands in their direction. It was the wife of the suspect and she yelled to them that her husband hit her then took off up the street. He was wearing jeans and a long sleeve yellow teeshirt.
Faith started up the road. About two blocks up they saw the guy. "There, over there Bos", as she pointed to the right.
"Let me out" Bosco said, although he didnt really want to get in to a foot chase for this creep.
Bosco started running after the guy, who hadnt seen him yet, but figured the cops would be on his tail soon.
When he looked back and saw Bosco chasing him, he began to run even faster.
"Damn", Bosco shouted. Damn you. Get back here asshole."
He was running of out energy fast. The perp ran around the corner, Bosco in pursuit.
Faith saw them headed around the corner and decided to cut them off at the other side. "Gonna cut him off at the end of the alley. Keep him boxed in", she radioed to Bosco.
Bosco couldnt reply. He was out of breath and exhausted from running. On any other day he would have caught the guy already but there was no way he was catching up to this guy. Not today anyway.
It had been a few minutes since Faith pulled up at the end of the alley where the street began again, waiting for the husband to appear, and Bosco to follow. Problem was, there was no guy, and even worse, there was no Bosco...
Bosco was about halfway down the alley when he stopped. His whole body was on fire.
He thought he was gonna pass out. He sat down against the wall with his head between he knees.
"Faith", he whispered to no one as the tears started to fall from his eyes.
Faith had now reached him in the alley and ran up to him.
"Oh my God Bosco what happened? What's wrong? Bos?"
He wiped his face quickly and looked up at her.
She could see the streaks of tears that had fallen down his cheeks.
"I...I just got a little uh...dizzy is all. Just, its just hot. I just got a little hot", he stammered.
'OK C'mon I'll help you back to the car", Faith said as she took his arm.
Bosco stood up with Faith's help. "Thanks I'm really OK. I am, I'm OK."
Faith wasnt sure who he was trying to convince more, her or himself.
Once back in the RMP they both agreed to lay low for the rest of the shift. That was fine by Bosco for all he wanted to do was sleep anyway.
He couldnt wait to get home to his own comfy bed.
They got two calls in the next hour both for minor traffic incidents and Bosco let Faith pretty much handle them on her own.
He just leaned against the squad while she patiently took statements from the people involved.
She couldnt believe he was just standing there against the car. Not because he wasnt helping her, she was used to that, but because he wasnt mouthing off to these idiots in front of him, as was standard Boscorelli procedure for something this stupid!
With about an hour to go in their shift Faith stopped the car in front of a beverage store.
"Just gonna go grab a drink. You want anything?" she asked Bos.
"A coke would be great. Thanks."
She ran inside and was back in a couple of minutes.
They sat in uneasy silence and drank their sodas, both of them wanting to speak up but neither of them doing so.
Just as Bosco was about to say something to Faith a call came through for a domestic violence disturbance, with one male suspect taking off on foot.
"So much for a quiet end to the night," Faith thought. She flipped on the lights and headed to the call. "Three blocks away. I sure hope its a fast one cos i dont wanna be stuck up at the house all freakin night on this," she said to Bosco.
Bosco had been feeling a little better. That was until they got the call and Faith took off up the road like a NASCAR pro.
"Ughhhh, Faith, take it easy would ya. Slow down a little here." His stomach rolled as she turned the corner.
"Bos we got a suspect on foot 3 blocks away and we gotta try and get this guy", Faith shouted at him.
She pulled over when she saw a really angry woman shouting and waving her hands in their direction. It was the wife of the suspect and she yelled to them that her husband hit her then took off up the street. He was wearing jeans and a long sleeve yellow teeshirt.
Faith started up the road. About two blocks up they saw the guy. "There, over there Bos", as she pointed to the right.
"Let me out" Bosco said, although he didnt really want to get in to a foot chase for this creep.
Bosco started running after the guy, who hadnt seen him yet, but figured the cops would be on his tail soon.
When he looked back and saw Bosco chasing him, he began to run even faster.
"Damn", Bosco shouted. Damn you. Get back here asshole."
He was running of out energy fast. The perp ran around the corner, Bosco in pursuit.
Faith saw them headed around the corner and decided to cut them off at the other side. "Gonna cut him off at the end of the alley. Keep him boxed in", she radioed to Bosco.
Bosco couldnt reply. He was out of breath and exhausted from running. On any other day he would have caught the guy already but there was no way he was catching up to this guy. Not today anyway.
It had been a few minutes since Faith pulled up at the end of the alley where the street began again, waiting for the husband to appear, and Bosco to follow. Problem was, there was no guy, and even worse, there was no Bosco...