Surrender
Title: Surrender
Author: Max Tyler (a.k.a. Max452)
Email: Max_01_09@yahoo.com
Rating: R
Spoilers: Payback, Goodbye to All of That, The Price of Nobility, The Truth & Other Lies, Collateral Damage Part 1 & 2.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Third Watch people or places. I do not make any money off this, it is strictly for entertainment.
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Bosco shut his apartment door, his thoughts, on, of all people, Maritza Cruz. He tried not to, because to think of her was not only painful, but also felt traitorous. After all, she had shot his partner, Faith Yokas, who had also been his best friend.
But what had gone down in that apartment?
He really didn't know anymore.
He had tried to forget about Cruz, put her out of his head and heart, and had halfway succeeded.
Until tonight.
When he found out that someone had raped her.
Despite how hard he fought it, he softened.
He had asked her out to dinner, for God's sake.
What in the hell was he going to do?
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He arrived at work the next day, passing by Sasha Monroe, his new partner, "Hey." he said in greeting.
She glanced at him, "Hey," she resumed putting away her things in her locker, then paused, "That was nice what you did for Cruz. Though kind of unexpected."
Bosco shrugged, "Thought she deserved it."
"So you um, know what happened?" she asked softly.
"Yeah. Fuckin' bastard." he said quietly, but with an unmistakable undercurrent of anger.
He had barely opened his locker when he heard the dressing room door open, "Hey Bosco!"
It was Ty Davis, one of his fellow officers, and friends.
"Yeah Davis?"
"Lieutenant wants to see you. Right away."
Bosco looked as Sasha and grinned, "Just barely got here, and already they need me."
She rolled her eyes.
Bosco shut his locker and walked down to Swersky's office, who was busy on the phone. He didn't look happy. He saw Bosco, and his face grew even more grim. He stood.
"Bosco, come in, please sit down."
Oh shit, his voice was soft, gentle even. This was seriously creeping Bosco out. Thoughts of Cruz fled.
Swersky shut the door as Bosco sat cautiously down, eyeing the other man.
The heavyset lieutenant sat at his desk, his eyes everywhere but Bosco. This was unusual. The man was usually as blunt as a railroad train. Finally after a few minutes, he sighed.
"Bosco, I guess there's no easy way to say this. I just got a phone call from one of our patrols, they spotted a D.B. in a alleyway."
Bosco looked at him, his stomach rolling, a D.B. meant a dead body.
His fingers nervously twirled his I.D. badge that hung around his neck, "Yeah? So? Is there a problem?"
Another sigh from Swersky, who stood and came over to Bosco and put a hand on his shoulder, "They found a driver's license in the guy's jeans that identified him as a Michael Joseph Boscorelli, age twenty-eight."
Bosco heard the words, but didn't react. He felt strangely numb.
"Do you know him Bosco?" Swersky asked.
"Yeah. He's...he was my younger brother." Bosco said, his voice sounding far away to his own ears.
"I thought so. I'm sorry Bosco." Swersky's voice was sympathetic.
"What happened to him?" Bosco asked, raising his eyes to meet his boss's.
Swersky immediately broke eye contact, "Bosco, I don't think you want-"
"Yes, I do," Bosco interrupted, "Was it a drug overdose?"
Swersky shook his head.
"What then?"
"He was stabbed." Swersky said reluctantly.
Bosco felt sick to sick to stomach at that knowledge. He had always prepared himself early for Mikey's death. Bosco knew, as a cop, because Mikey was a addict, that they had life expectancy of zilch.
But someone had caused his little brother to suffer. To hurt.
He could tell on Swersky's face that it hadn't been a peaceful death.
"Where is he now?" Bosco asked.
"Mercy... he's at the Morgue," Swersky said, "But Bosco-"
He stood jerkily, "Thanks for telling me. I- I gotta go."
He hurried out of the room.
"Bosco!"
He ignored it, and bolted out of the station.
