Chapter Two: Paranoid
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Summary: Will there be a lead in the case before it's too late for innocent victims? Will they find a suspect and a motive?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Third Watch and Warner Brother's and no money is being made off of this so please don't sue!!
Author's notes: I suck at summaries..as you can see above, so just read the chapter and tell me what you think. I'll even take constructive criticism so I can improve this and make it the best that it can be. Tell me what you liked and disliked! I'll love you forever! (
Mad World Chapter Two: Paranoid
Bosco woke up at 4:00 AM with a splitting headache and the explosion played over in his mind. He closed his eyes and the orange flames shot out at him, even the heat that the fire sent off. He rolled over and watched the red numbers glare from his alarm clock. He could only imagine what Monroe was going through, seeing her friend was gone and there were still no answers to this.
He sat up and hanged his legs over the side of his bed, keeping his eyes on the shadows the moon casted onto his floor. He walked into his kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice and drank it down quickly. The shift wouldn't come fast enough. He'd anxiously wait for the clock to wind down so he could get this over with and back to having restful nights once again.
~*~
Monroe stared at her phone that laid on her nightstand. She wanted to call someone, anyone but her mind wouldn't let her pick up her phone. She had already talked to her friend's family about his death and they seemed to be taking it well, as good as any family is when they lose a close member.
She knew how determined Bosco was to get this solved and she was thankful she had them there to help. She wouldn't rest until the murderers got what came to them, even if that meant risking their careers in the process of catching them.
~*~
Bosco caught Monroe in the locker room before role call and slightly grabbed her arm.
"Hey Monroe, are you okay?" He kept his voice low so nobody else could hear them talk. It wasn't their business in the first place.
She lowered her eyes to the floor and then back up to meet his eyes. "I'm doing okay. Let's not talk about it right now." She walked to her locker and opened it. "And thanks." She then turned away and began to change out of her civvies.
"Ok, I'll be in the role call room." Bosco slowly walked away. He could tell she was taking it hard but he decided to honor her wishes and not say anything else. He hated when people did that to him so he wasn't going to be a hypocrite about it.
Swersky approached Bosco as he walked into the room full of desks and a few other officers. "Boscorelli, I need to talk to you and Monroe after we are done here. I didn't want to point it out in front of everyone else. Meet me in my office."
Bosco nodded and took a seat in the back of the room, his curiosity running about what Swersky had to tell them. The way his luck was running, Swersky probably caught them at the crime scene and he was going to suspend them or something to that extent.
~*~
Swersky opened his office door and allowed them in first. He then closed it and sat down in his black, leather seat. "I just wanted to let you guys know that we do know it was arson on that gas station yesterday. There was no accident about it." He folded his arms across his chest.
Bosco spoke up first. "How did they find that out?"
Swersky shifted his weight in his seat. "They found residue from C-4 in the ashes of the rubble. I know you know what C-4 is."
Bosco and Monroe nodded. "Thanks Boss."
"I figured you guys wanted to know since you were there. Be careful out there."
~*~
Monroe looked over at Bosco from the passenger side of the RMP. "Hey, sorry I was so short with you back at the house. I really didn't want anyone else knowing about my friend and you know how nosey some of them can get."
He shook his head yes and kept his eyes on the road. "C-4. How many people can get there damn hands on C-4?" He shook his head.
Monroe looked out her window at some kids playing on a sidewalk. "I wonder what their motive was."
Bosco took in a deep sigh, knowing all the possibilities of motives. Sometimes why things happen never had a motive to begin with. The thrill to know you took lives, anger, hatred, and the good old fashioned one, the one used most often, revenge. "We'll never know unless we get whoever it was off of the streets." He parked the car and took his seatbelt off. "You have any appetite?"
She closed her eyes and then opened them again. "I guess I could eat something small. How about you?"
He smiled at her, trying to cheer her up. "You are talking to Maurice Boscorelli. I always find room to eat." He flashed her another smile.
"And yet you don't gain an ounce." They walked up the steps of the small diner and ate a quick meal before they got back to contemplating about why and how this happened to innocent people.
Bosco couldn't help but look around the small restaurant and the people inside the building. In the booth behind them there was a small family. Next to them was an old couple that looked like they came to this diner every afternoon for a milkshake. One booth really stuck out to him though. The booth was across the room in the corner, not as lit as everyone else's.
He would look up from time to time, noticing them eyeing him and Monroe from across the small area. He thought it was probably his imagination but things just seem right to him. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. Monroe was caught off guard.
"Bosco, what are you doing?"
He kept his eyes at that table where the men were now acting like they were looking at something outside. "I'll be right back", was all he said as he walked past their table and to the bathroom.
He paced back and forth in the bathroom for a few minutes. Was it his imagination because of the events that played before his eyes the day before or were they really watching them? He stared in the mirror at himself and decided to make the first move and get this over with. He walked back out into the main room where the jukebox blared a Maroon Five song.
He turned towards the guy's table; his palms were clammy as his heart slammed out his chest. The men looked at him, trying to play it cool. One guy was in a dark jogging suit and the other was dressed in blue jeans and a confederate flag t-shirt. Bosco stopped and looked down at them.
"Am I wearing your shirt or something?" Bosco mouthed off, now noticing that Monroe was watching from their booth.
The man in the confederate flag shirt arched his eyebrow and gave an arrogant smile. "What did you just say to us?" He clicked a toothpick between his teeth as he looked at his companion and back at Bosco.
Bosco rolled his eyes. "You guys sure did like something over in the area where I was sitting because you couldn't keep your eyes off of my table. What, you think my partner is hot? Is that what it was? Or are you holding some kind of grudge against us?"
The man in the jogging suit leaned back. He obviously was related to the other guy because they had the same arrogant looks about themselves. He folded his arms in front of him and spoke in a very deep, raspy voice. "We are in America, we can look where ever the fuck we want to. Why don't you chew on that for a little while?"
Bosco gave out a fake laugh. "Chew on that? If I catch you two anywhere else near us I'll take you in."
"Take us in? Yeah, for what? We have rights too? Don't take advantage of that fake metal badge you are wearing."
Bosco nodded. "I'll find something. That's what makes my job so damn fun." He turned around and headed back out to their RMP.
~*~
Monroe couldn't help but ask Bosco what had happened since she missed over half of the conversation that went on between him and the two men. "Bosco, why did you do that back there?"
He ran his hands over the smooth surface of the steering wheel and looked at her. "They were watching us for some reason. They weren't just looking in our direction, they were watching our every move." He looked in the rear view mirror to make sure they weren't behind them.
"Are you sure?"
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "I've been a cop long enough to know if someone is being watched. Don't you think they stuck out anyway?"
She ran her fingers over her forehead. "Why would they be watching us Bosco?"
"That's what I want to find out." He made a quick turn down an alley. "I should've gotten their names and ran background checks." He slammed his fists hard on the dashboard. "You feel like staying late tonight to look at the mug books with me?"
She hesitated. "I guess."
"Did you get a good enough look at the men?" He knew she didn't but she could at least find someone that looked remotely like them.
She shook her head no. "I can help but it won't be that reliable."
"Better than nothing."
~*~
They made it back to the station house at around 11:15 but neither one of them had intentions of going home. Swersky saw them looking at mug books and working on computers and he couldn't help but ask, "What are you guys doing?"
Bosco looked up from the computer screen. "Hey Lieu. We are just looking at some stuff, we won't be long." He really didn't have a lie to hand to Swersky.
"What are you looking at?"
"Just some mug shots. Monroe wanted to get familiar with them just to get used to the precinct and stuff. Is that okay?" Bosco knew that lie sounded terrible but it was the best he could think up since Swersky caught him way off guard.
Swersky nodded. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." He walked away, causing Bosco to let out a sigh of relief as he went back on his manhunt.
The minutes ticked as they scanned picture after picture, still not making any leeway on what they were trying to find. Bosco propped his feet up on the desk and ran his hands over the pages that still proved to show them anything. He got so frustrated at one point that he threw one of the books across the desk, causing it to land on the floor with a huge slapping sound to follow.
Monroe looked up, knowing he was exhausted. "You want to call it a night?" She closed the book but held her place with her middle finger.
"No. Not until I'm satisfied. You can go ahead if you want but I won't sleep anyway so I might as well take advantage of the free time."
"I'll stay." She opened the book back up and scanned it, stopping on a picture of a man that looked like a man at the diner. She stood up and walked to Bosco, hoping she found a light at the end of this long tunnel they were lost in.
Bosco looked up slowly and saw the picture that her finger was pointing at. He then sat up, closing his book. "Jake Maxell. Yep, he's the jag off in the jeans. Thanks." He grabbed the book from her wand rolled his chair to the computer where he typed in his name to find out his criminal record, if he had one.
He waited patiently as the computer searched. It stopped and brought up a record about a half a page long. He ran his index finger over the screen, reading each result the computer brought up. There was even a huge selection of mug shots from previous times he had made visits to the jail.
"So, what's the verdict?" Monroe leaned against the desk and looked on with amazement.
Bosco stretched his arms out over his head and looked up at Monroe. "More than one count of hate crimes. Rape, attempted murder, drug possession. Looks like we've got us a little professional troublemaker on our hands."
"And what does he want with us?"
Bosco shrugged. "I don't know, but I thought finding out would make me sleep better. Doesn't look like that's happening."
Special Thanks: To all of you guys who have reviewed me on this story. The more reviews I get the better I can make this story and you guys and gals are making it possible! Thanks so much and I hope you keep interest! (
Summary: Will there be a lead in the case before it's too late for innocent victims? Will they find a suspect and a motive?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. They belong to Third Watch and Warner Brother's and no money is being made off of this so please don't sue!!
Author's notes: I suck at summaries..as you can see above, so just read the chapter and tell me what you think. I'll even take constructive criticism so I can improve this and make it the best that it can be. Tell me what you liked and disliked! I'll love you forever! (
Mad World Chapter Two: Paranoid
Bosco woke up at 4:00 AM with a splitting headache and the explosion played over in his mind. He closed his eyes and the orange flames shot out at him, even the heat that the fire sent off. He rolled over and watched the red numbers glare from his alarm clock. He could only imagine what Monroe was going through, seeing her friend was gone and there were still no answers to this.
He sat up and hanged his legs over the side of his bed, keeping his eyes on the shadows the moon casted onto his floor. He walked into his kitchen and poured himself a glass of orange juice and drank it down quickly. The shift wouldn't come fast enough. He'd anxiously wait for the clock to wind down so he could get this over with and back to having restful nights once again.
~*~
Monroe stared at her phone that laid on her nightstand. She wanted to call someone, anyone but her mind wouldn't let her pick up her phone. She had already talked to her friend's family about his death and they seemed to be taking it well, as good as any family is when they lose a close member.
She knew how determined Bosco was to get this solved and she was thankful she had them there to help. She wouldn't rest until the murderers got what came to them, even if that meant risking their careers in the process of catching them.
~*~
Bosco caught Monroe in the locker room before role call and slightly grabbed her arm.
"Hey Monroe, are you okay?" He kept his voice low so nobody else could hear them talk. It wasn't their business in the first place.
She lowered her eyes to the floor and then back up to meet his eyes. "I'm doing okay. Let's not talk about it right now." She walked to her locker and opened it. "And thanks." She then turned away and began to change out of her civvies.
"Ok, I'll be in the role call room." Bosco slowly walked away. He could tell she was taking it hard but he decided to honor her wishes and not say anything else. He hated when people did that to him so he wasn't going to be a hypocrite about it.
Swersky approached Bosco as he walked into the room full of desks and a few other officers. "Boscorelli, I need to talk to you and Monroe after we are done here. I didn't want to point it out in front of everyone else. Meet me in my office."
Bosco nodded and took a seat in the back of the room, his curiosity running about what Swersky had to tell them. The way his luck was running, Swersky probably caught them at the crime scene and he was going to suspend them or something to that extent.
~*~
Swersky opened his office door and allowed them in first. He then closed it and sat down in his black, leather seat. "I just wanted to let you guys know that we do know it was arson on that gas station yesterday. There was no accident about it." He folded his arms across his chest.
Bosco spoke up first. "How did they find that out?"
Swersky shifted his weight in his seat. "They found residue from C-4 in the ashes of the rubble. I know you know what C-4 is."
Bosco and Monroe nodded. "Thanks Boss."
"I figured you guys wanted to know since you were there. Be careful out there."
~*~
Monroe looked over at Bosco from the passenger side of the RMP. "Hey, sorry I was so short with you back at the house. I really didn't want anyone else knowing about my friend and you know how nosey some of them can get."
He shook his head yes and kept his eyes on the road. "C-4. How many people can get there damn hands on C-4?" He shook his head.
Monroe looked out her window at some kids playing on a sidewalk. "I wonder what their motive was."
Bosco took in a deep sigh, knowing all the possibilities of motives. Sometimes why things happen never had a motive to begin with. The thrill to know you took lives, anger, hatred, and the good old fashioned one, the one used most often, revenge. "We'll never know unless we get whoever it was off of the streets." He parked the car and took his seatbelt off. "You have any appetite?"
She closed her eyes and then opened them again. "I guess I could eat something small. How about you?"
He smiled at her, trying to cheer her up. "You are talking to Maurice Boscorelli. I always find room to eat." He flashed her another smile.
"And yet you don't gain an ounce." They walked up the steps of the small diner and ate a quick meal before they got back to contemplating about why and how this happened to innocent people.
Bosco couldn't help but look around the small restaurant and the people inside the building. In the booth behind them there was a small family. Next to them was an old couple that looked like they came to this diner every afternoon for a milkshake. One booth really stuck out to him though. The booth was across the room in the corner, not as lit as everyone else's.
He would look up from time to time, noticing them eyeing him and Monroe from across the small area. He thought it was probably his imagination but things just seem right to him. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. Monroe was caught off guard.
"Bosco, what are you doing?"
He kept his eyes at that table where the men were now acting like they were looking at something outside. "I'll be right back", was all he said as he walked past their table and to the bathroom.
He paced back and forth in the bathroom for a few minutes. Was it his imagination because of the events that played before his eyes the day before or were they really watching them? He stared in the mirror at himself and decided to make the first move and get this over with. He walked back out into the main room where the jukebox blared a Maroon Five song.
He turned towards the guy's table; his palms were clammy as his heart slammed out his chest. The men looked at him, trying to play it cool. One guy was in a dark jogging suit and the other was dressed in blue jeans and a confederate flag t-shirt. Bosco stopped and looked down at them.
"Am I wearing your shirt or something?" Bosco mouthed off, now noticing that Monroe was watching from their booth.
The man in the confederate flag shirt arched his eyebrow and gave an arrogant smile. "What did you just say to us?" He clicked a toothpick between his teeth as he looked at his companion and back at Bosco.
Bosco rolled his eyes. "You guys sure did like something over in the area where I was sitting because you couldn't keep your eyes off of my table. What, you think my partner is hot? Is that what it was? Or are you holding some kind of grudge against us?"
The man in the jogging suit leaned back. He obviously was related to the other guy because they had the same arrogant looks about themselves. He folded his arms in front of him and spoke in a very deep, raspy voice. "We are in America, we can look where ever the fuck we want to. Why don't you chew on that for a little while?"
Bosco gave out a fake laugh. "Chew on that? If I catch you two anywhere else near us I'll take you in."
"Take us in? Yeah, for what? We have rights too? Don't take advantage of that fake metal badge you are wearing."
Bosco nodded. "I'll find something. That's what makes my job so damn fun." He turned around and headed back out to their RMP.
~*~
Monroe couldn't help but ask Bosco what had happened since she missed over half of the conversation that went on between him and the two men. "Bosco, why did you do that back there?"
He ran his hands over the smooth surface of the steering wheel and looked at her. "They were watching us for some reason. They weren't just looking in our direction, they were watching our every move." He looked in the rear view mirror to make sure they weren't behind them.
"Are you sure?"
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "I've been a cop long enough to know if someone is being watched. Don't you think they stuck out anyway?"
She ran her fingers over her forehead. "Why would they be watching us Bosco?"
"That's what I want to find out." He made a quick turn down an alley. "I should've gotten their names and ran background checks." He slammed his fists hard on the dashboard. "You feel like staying late tonight to look at the mug books with me?"
She hesitated. "I guess."
"Did you get a good enough look at the men?" He knew she didn't but she could at least find someone that looked remotely like them.
She shook her head no. "I can help but it won't be that reliable."
"Better than nothing."
~*~
They made it back to the station house at around 11:15 but neither one of them had intentions of going home. Swersky saw them looking at mug books and working on computers and he couldn't help but ask, "What are you guys doing?"
Bosco looked up from the computer screen. "Hey Lieu. We are just looking at some stuff, we won't be long." He really didn't have a lie to hand to Swersky.
"What are you looking at?"
"Just some mug shots. Monroe wanted to get familiar with them just to get used to the precinct and stuff. Is that okay?" Bosco knew that lie sounded terrible but it was the best he could think up since Swersky caught him way off guard.
Swersky nodded. "I'll see you guys tomorrow." He walked away, causing Bosco to let out a sigh of relief as he went back on his manhunt.
The minutes ticked as they scanned picture after picture, still not making any leeway on what they were trying to find. Bosco propped his feet up on the desk and ran his hands over the pages that still proved to show them anything. He got so frustrated at one point that he threw one of the books across the desk, causing it to land on the floor with a huge slapping sound to follow.
Monroe looked up, knowing he was exhausted. "You want to call it a night?" She closed the book but held her place with her middle finger.
"No. Not until I'm satisfied. You can go ahead if you want but I won't sleep anyway so I might as well take advantage of the free time."
"I'll stay." She opened the book back up and scanned it, stopping on a picture of a man that looked like a man at the diner. She stood up and walked to Bosco, hoping she found a light at the end of this long tunnel they were lost in.
Bosco looked up slowly and saw the picture that her finger was pointing at. He then sat up, closing his book. "Jake Maxell. Yep, he's the jag off in the jeans. Thanks." He grabbed the book from her wand rolled his chair to the computer where he typed in his name to find out his criminal record, if he had one.
He waited patiently as the computer searched. It stopped and brought up a record about a half a page long. He ran his index finger over the screen, reading each result the computer brought up. There was even a huge selection of mug shots from previous times he had made visits to the jail.
"So, what's the verdict?" Monroe leaned against the desk and looked on with amazement.
Bosco stretched his arms out over his head and looked up at Monroe. "More than one count of hate crimes. Rape, attempted murder, drug possession. Looks like we've got us a little professional troublemaker on our hands."
"And what does he want with us?"
Bosco shrugged. "I don't know, but I thought finding out would make me sleep better. Doesn't look like that's happening."
