Okay, I said I was going to go on Fic Hiatus but here I am with the third
chapter. My muse kind of exploded with this chapter...
Chapter Three: Threats and Promises
Author's Notes: PLEASE reply and let me know how you felt about this chapter, your dislikes, and your likes, all of that so I can make this a GREAT story! (
Special Thanks: To all of you, who have reviewed, please keep it up!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Are Bosco and Monroe onto something? Will being involved be costly?
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Please don't sue!
Mad World Chapter Three: Threats and Promises
Bosco was right about not getting sleep. When he got home he lay on the couch and stared up at the dark ceiling above him, just thinking about the recent events that happened yesterday and today. He rolled over on his side and stared at the cushions right up against his face and squeezed his eyes shut, but only saw the two men's faces and the flames from the gas station.
There were no clues yet for them to point fingers at the guys at the restaurant. For all he knew they had nothing to do with the bombing, he could just be paranoid about everything and consider everyone a suspect, as they should be anyway.
Jake Maxell. Bosco said the name out loud as if saying it would make him solve all of the problems on his mind. He turned over yet again and faced his TV. He then heard someone outside his hallway, what sounded like light footsteps that were walking really slowly.
He quickly stood up and grabbed his gun off of his coffee table, and tip toed to his door, where he tried to look through his peephole without making any loud noises. Shadows moved down the hall but he could not see a body to go with them, so he unlocked his doorknob and slowly opened the door, causing it to squeak from the un-greased hinges.
He quickly moved around the corner and pointed his gun out, only to find himself aiming it straight at Mrs. Joseph, a lady that lived across the hall from him. He took a deep breath and pulled the gun away. Mrs. Joseph's eyes were as big as golf balls as she stared at him.
"What has gotten in to you?" She looked at him up and down as if he were an animal in a zoo.
Bosco wiped some sweat from his forehead and shook his head. "I'm sorry." He wasn't exactly sure what to say to her next so he walked back in his apartment and locked the doorknob, the dead bolt, and the small chain. You could never be too cautious about a situation.
~*~
He went into work at 11 that morning for the same reason he had been going in early. He didn't get sleep and he didn't want to waste his free time by trying to sleep when he knew it was hopeless anyway.
Swersky tapped him on the shoulder as he looked at the department database once again to see if he could find anything else out about this Jake Maxell person. He quickly jumped and looked at him. "Hey boss."
"What are you doing here Bosco?" Swersky took a drink from his coffee mug and waited.
Bosco leaned back in his chair. "I'm just doing some research. I had nothing to do at home so I decided to come in and do some work. Do you not want me here or something?" He sounded agitated and he didn't want to, and he knew Swersky picked up on it.
Swersky gave him a frown. "What exactly are you doing research on?"
Bosco sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Boss, it's on that bombing at t he gas station. I thought I'd help out since they aren't making much progress on it."
Swersky gritted his teeth and set his cup of coffee down. "Didn't I tell you not to worry about it? I told you the detectives have it under control."
Bosco stared at the computer screen but spoke, "Lieu, what's it going to hurt if I come in and at least TRY and find some kind of lead?" He paused and thought about what he just said. "Oh yeah, I know why. Because if I find a break in the case they are all upstairs scared that I'll get all of the credit. Boy, heaven forbid that happen." Bosco shook his head.
Swersky slammed his hand down on the desk. "My point is Boscorelli, that I told you to stay away and here you are prying through records of people who probably have nothing to do with this case!"
"What makes you think they don't?" Bosco retorted.
Swersky scowled at him. "What makes you think they do?"
Bosco looked him straight in the eyes. "A hunch."
~*~
Instead of staying there and continuing to argue with his superior he decided to scope out the place of this Jake Maxell character. He looked at the address printed under Jake's picture and drove slowly down Carter street, taking a very close look at the neighborhood and the people in it.
It was obvious this was a small area for lower middle class white families who had families like he did when he was a kid. He then reached the apartment building where Jake's address showed was his place of residence.
He parked the car on the side of the curb and slowly got out, putting his baseball cap on so hopefully if Jake was home he wouldn't recognize him. He had no idea what he was doing here, but something inside of him told him that he HAD to do this or him and Monroe would be hurting from it. How? He had no idea.
He walked up the steps of the entrance and opened the squeaky door and immediately heard the sounds of crying babies and yelling spouses fighting in the floors above him. Jake's apartment was located on the third floor, and so he walked to the elevator, hoping it wouldn't breakdown in the middle of him riding in it.
He pushed the correct button and the doors began to shut, but a hand entered, stopping the doors from closing, and a man walked in.
Bosco looked down at the papers he was holding and realized it was Jake. He lowered the bill on his hat down over his face as far as it would go, hoping Jake wouldn't remember him from the day before. He tried to stay out of Jake's peripheral vision but didn't succeed because Jake turned, and looked at him.
Bosco's heart began to pound out of his chest as he could feel Jake's eyes look him up and down. He knew Jake recognized him from somewhere because Jake moved towards him, his body language showing that he was angry about something.
Before Bosco could do anything Jake hit the 'stop elevator' button and slammed Bosco up against the back wall, grabbing his throat with his fingers. "I don't know what you are doing here, but my advice is that you stop following me."
Jake's breath was hot on Bosco's face as he felt Jake's fingers dig deeper into his throat, causing him to gasp for air. He didn't say anything for the simple fact that he had no idea what to say in the first place.
"So, what the hell are you doing here?" Jake loosened his grip and stood back a little, waiting for Bosco to reply to him.
Bosco just stared back at him and didn't say anything.
Jake then tightened his grip again and slammed his head hard against the wall, causing an echo throughout the elevator shaft. "Whatever you think I did, you're wrong. If I see you around me again, you'll wish you never crossed me."
This caused Bosco's anger to flare so he pushed Jake away. "Are you threatening me?" Bosco got up in Jake's face, not sure what he was doing.
Jake gave out a raspy laugh. "You need to learn the difference between threats and promises."
Bosco walked towards him, his face red from the anger that boiled inside of him. "Do you know who you are messing with?"
Jake shook his head. "A fagot New York cop. You aren't the first and you won't be the last." He looked to his side and then back at Bosco. "You obviously don't know who you are messing with."
Bosco threw his hands up. "No, but I will find out." He then pulled the button out, and the elevator began go move again. "This won't be the last you've seen of me." Bosco then turned and walked out the door.
Jake yelled out before the doors closed all the way, "Count on it!"
~*~
Bosco wasn't sure if he was going to tell Monroe about his little encounter with Jake Maxell or not. For all he knew this guy had nothing to do with the bombing, he could've just been upset that Bosco was in the place of his residence. He did have a past of violence so it was quite possible that was the case.
Monroe frowned at Bosco. "How was your night?"
"Okay. I went into work this morning to find out some stuff." He rested his head on the car headrest as they sat on the side of the street and watched traffic. He thought about telling her, it was on the tip of his tongue but for some reason he didn't say anything.
"And? Did you?"
He looked at her and lowered the collar on his shirt, revealing the finger marks Jake had left him from the elevator scene.
Her eyes grew wide as she looked at them. "What the hell happened?" She raised her voice and sat up in her seat, demanding answers.
He fixed his collar and looked out of the side window. "I went to where Jake lives."
She then sat up more, looking at him. "What were you thinking? Why did you do that?"
He held his hand up. "I wanted to see if I could find anything out from neighbors and stuff. I didn't think he'd be home."
"Why didn't you arrest him or something? I mean, he must've really did something to put finger marks on your neck!" She pointed at his neck.
He shook his head no. "I just didn't. It'd mess up what I'm doing. Besides, he might not even have anything to do with who we are looking for. Yeah, he blew up at me because I was there, but I'd be pissed if he showed up at my apartment building too."
Monroe sat back in her seat. "Well did you find anything out?"
"No. I just left."
"I just wish.." She cut herself off and stared down at the floor.
"You just wish what?"
"I wish you would've called me, that's all. I want to help, I owe it to my friend."
He sighed. "Yeah, call you so you would've gotten your ass kicked? Sorry, but I say no to that."
Monroe opened her door and got out, walking across the street and into a crowd of people. Bosco watched her, wondering what she was doing. He then slammed his hands against the steering wheel, and then got out and followed her.
"Sasha! Wait!" He moved through people, trying to catch up to her. "Hey! I know you want to help, I just didn't even think about it."
Monroe slowly turned around. "Bosco, I'm your partner. You should think about me before you even make a decision. You know this hit a soft spot with me!"
He raised his eyebrows. "Okay! From now on whatever I do concerning this will be directed to you too!"
Before Bosco could say anything else a huge explosion rang out from across the street, and their car and the small grocery store they were parked in front of were engulfed in flames. Bosco grabbed Monroe and landed on top of her, making sure she was okay.
He then looked up, feeling the heat from the fire. Suddenly his stomach felt nauseated. He knew that Jake was behind this, because it was their car that blew up first, like someone had planted a bomb on it.
He stood up, staring across the street, hoping to see some kind of suspicious activity on the street. He then looked down his side of the street and saw Jake within the onlookers. He took off in a sprint after him, and Jake noticed, running too.
Bosco's lungs burned as he ran after Jake. He queued Monroe on the radio. "Suspect headed east on 102!" He then picked up his pace as his legs began to ache but he fought off the pain with his mind.
He could tell Jake was beginning to get tired because he started to hunch over. Bosco began to make some ground on Jake and eventually got close enough to make a flying leap and tackle him down to the hard concrete below. Bosco's head hit the concrete, causing his cheek and nose to instantly bleed but he didn't let the pain bother him as he wrestled on the ground with Jake.
Bosco grabbed Jake's hair and slammed his head hard against the cement. "You SON OF A BITCH!" Bosco then stood up and began to kick him in the stomach and any place he could to inflict pain on the nuisance.
Jake rolled over on his back. "I'm sorry!" He moved away but Bosco quickly grabbed him. "Please stop hurting me!"
Bosco gritted his teeth. "Stop hurting you? Those people you just killed back there can't say that now! Did you ever think about that?" He saw Monroe run up and Sully and Davis follow in a squad car.
Bosco continued to hit him but Sully quickly pulled him away. "Settle down!" He then put cuffs on Jake and put him in the RMP. Bosco wiped the blood that gushed from his face off on his sleeve.
"I hope that mother fucker burns in hell", is all Bosco said as they walked to Sully and Davis' RMP.
~*~
Back at the station house Monroe saturated a cotton ball with alcohol and ran it over Bosco's cheek, causing him to pull away quickly. "Shit, that hurts!"
"I'm sorry." She threw the cotton ball in the trashcan. "I don't want it to get infected."
Swersky peaked his head in the office they were in. "Bosco, you've got a call on line 2. Sounds pretty urgent."
Bosco nodded and answered the phone. "This is Boscorelli." He paused and stood up. "You son of a bitch! How about you not be a coward and show your face? Stop making threats over the phone and bring your ass down here and do it to my face!!" He then slammed the phone down and looked at Monroe.
"What is it Bosco?"
"That was a friend of Jake's. He just threatened to kill us if we don't let him go."
TBC....
Chapter Three: Threats and Promises
Author's Notes: PLEASE reply and let me know how you felt about this chapter, your dislikes, and your likes, all of that so I can make this a GREAT story! (
Special Thanks: To all of you, who have reviewed, please keep it up!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Are Bosco and Monroe onto something? Will being involved be costly?
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Please don't sue!
Mad World Chapter Three: Threats and Promises
Bosco was right about not getting sleep. When he got home he lay on the couch and stared up at the dark ceiling above him, just thinking about the recent events that happened yesterday and today. He rolled over on his side and stared at the cushions right up against his face and squeezed his eyes shut, but only saw the two men's faces and the flames from the gas station.
There were no clues yet for them to point fingers at the guys at the restaurant. For all he knew they had nothing to do with the bombing, he could just be paranoid about everything and consider everyone a suspect, as they should be anyway.
Jake Maxell. Bosco said the name out loud as if saying it would make him solve all of the problems on his mind. He turned over yet again and faced his TV. He then heard someone outside his hallway, what sounded like light footsteps that were walking really slowly.
He quickly stood up and grabbed his gun off of his coffee table, and tip toed to his door, where he tried to look through his peephole without making any loud noises. Shadows moved down the hall but he could not see a body to go with them, so he unlocked his doorknob and slowly opened the door, causing it to squeak from the un-greased hinges.
He quickly moved around the corner and pointed his gun out, only to find himself aiming it straight at Mrs. Joseph, a lady that lived across the hall from him. He took a deep breath and pulled the gun away. Mrs. Joseph's eyes were as big as golf balls as she stared at him.
"What has gotten in to you?" She looked at him up and down as if he were an animal in a zoo.
Bosco wiped some sweat from his forehead and shook his head. "I'm sorry." He wasn't exactly sure what to say to her next so he walked back in his apartment and locked the doorknob, the dead bolt, and the small chain. You could never be too cautious about a situation.
~*~
He went into work at 11 that morning for the same reason he had been going in early. He didn't get sleep and he didn't want to waste his free time by trying to sleep when he knew it was hopeless anyway.
Swersky tapped him on the shoulder as he looked at the department database once again to see if he could find anything else out about this Jake Maxell person. He quickly jumped and looked at him. "Hey boss."
"What are you doing here Bosco?" Swersky took a drink from his coffee mug and waited.
Bosco leaned back in his chair. "I'm just doing some research. I had nothing to do at home so I decided to come in and do some work. Do you not want me here or something?" He sounded agitated and he didn't want to, and he knew Swersky picked up on it.
Swersky gave him a frown. "What exactly are you doing research on?"
Bosco sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Boss, it's on that bombing at t he gas station. I thought I'd help out since they aren't making much progress on it."
Swersky gritted his teeth and set his cup of coffee down. "Didn't I tell you not to worry about it? I told you the detectives have it under control."
Bosco stared at the computer screen but spoke, "Lieu, what's it going to hurt if I come in and at least TRY and find some kind of lead?" He paused and thought about what he just said. "Oh yeah, I know why. Because if I find a break in the case they are all upstairs scared that I'll get all of the credit. Boy, heaven forbid that happen." Bosco shook his head.
Swersky slammed his hand down on the desk. "My point is Boscorelli, that I told you to stay away and here you are prying through records of people who probably have nothing to do with this case!"
"What makes you think they don't?" Bosco retorted.
Swersky scowled at him. "What makes you think they do?"
Bosco looked him straight in the eyes. "A hunch."
~*~
Instead of staying there and continuing to argue with his superior he decided to scope out the place of this Jake Maxell character. He looked at the address printed under Jake's picture and drove slowly down Carter street, taking a very close look at the neighborhood and the people in it.
It was obvious this was a small area for lower middle class white families who had families like he did when he was a kid. He then reached the apartment building where Jake's address showed was his place of residence.
He parked the car on the side of the curb and slowly got out, putting his baseball cap on so hopefully if Jake was home he wouldn't recognize him. He had no idea what he was doing here, but something inside of him told him that he HAD to do this or him and Monroe would be hurting from it. How? He had no idea.
He walked up the steps of the entrance and opened the squeaky door and immediately heard the sounds of crying babies and yelling spouses fighting in the floors above him. Jake's apartment was located on the third floor, and so he walked to the elevator, hoping it wouldn't breakdown in the middle of him riding in it.
He pushed the correct button and the doors began to shut, but a hand entered, stopping the doors from closing, and a man walked in.
Bosco looked down at the papers he was holding and realized it was Jake. He lowered the bill on his hat down over his face as far as it would go, hoping Jake wouldn't remember him from the day before. He tried to stay out of Jake's peripheral vision but didn't succeed because Jake turned, and looked at him.
Bosco's heart began to pound out of his chest as he could feel Jake's eyes look him up and down. He knew Jake recognized him from somewhere because Jake moved towards him, his body language showing that he was angry about something.
Before Bosco could do anything Jake hit the 'stop elevator' button and slammed Bosco up against the back wall, grabbing his throat with his fingers. "I don't know what you are doing here, but my advice is that you stop following me."
Jake's breath was hot on Bosco's face as he felt Jake's fingers dig deeper into his throat, causing him to gasp for air. He didn't say anything for the simple fact that he had no idea what to say in the first place.
"So, what the hell are you doing here?" Jake loosened his grip and stood back a little, waiting for Bosco to reply to him.
Bosco just stared back at him and didn't say anything.
Jake then tightened his grip again and slammed his head hard against the wall, causing an echo throughout the elevator shaft. "Whatever you think I did, you're wrong. If I see you around me again, you'll wish you never crossed me."
This caused Bosco's anger to flare so he pushed Jake away. "Are you threatening me?" Bosco got up in Jake's face, not sure what he was doing.
Jake gave out a raspy laugh. "You need to learn the difference between threats and promises."
Bosco walked towards him, his face red from the anger that boiled inside of him. "Do you know who you are messing with?"
Jake shook his head. "A fagot New York cop. You aren't the first and you won't be the last." He looked to his side and then back at Bosco. "You obviously don't know who you are messing with."
Bosco threw his hands up. "No, but I will find out." He then pulled the button out, and the elevator began go move again. "This won't be the last you've seen of me." Bosco then turned and walked out the door.
Jake yelled out before the doors closed all the way, "Count on it!"
~*~
Bosco wasn't sure if he was going to tell Monroe about his little encounter with Jake Maxell or not. For all he knew this guy had nothing to do with the bombing, he could've just been upset that Bosco was in the place of his residence. He did have a past of violence so it was quite possible that was the case.
Monroe frowned at Bosco. "How was your night?"
"Okay. I went into work this morning to find out some stuff." He rested his head on the car headrest as they sat on the side of the street and watched traffic. He thought about telling her, it was on the tip of his tongue but for some reason he didn't say anything.
"And? Did you?"
He looked at her and lowered the collar on his shirt, revealing the finger marks Jake had left him from the elevator scene.
Her eyes grew wide as she looked at them. "What the hell happened?" She raised her voice and sat up in her seat, demanding answers.
He fixed his collar and looked out of the side window. "I went to where Jake lives."
She then sat up more, looking at him. "What were you thinking? Why did you do that?"
He held his hand up. "I wanted to see if I could find anything out from neighbors and stuff. I didn't think he'd be home."
"Why didn't you arrest him or something? I mean, he must've really did something to put finger marks on your neck!" She pointed at his neck.
He shook his head no. "I just didn't. It'd mess up what I'm doing. Besides, he might not even have anything to do with who we are looking for. Yeah, he blew up at me because I was there, but I'd be pissed if he showed up at my apartment building too."
Monroe sat back in her seat. "Well did you find anything out?"
"No. I just left."
"I just wish.." She cut herself off and stared down at the floor.
"You just wish what?"
"I wish you would've called me, that's all. I want to help, I owe it to my friend."
He sighed. "Yeah, call you so you would've gotten your ass kicked? Sorry, but I say no to that."
Monroe opened her door and got out, walking across the street and into a crowd of people. Bosco watched her, wondering what she was doing. He then slammed his hands against the steering wheel, and then got out and followed her.
"Sasha! Wait!" He moved through people, trying to catch up to her. "Hey! I know you want to help, I just didn't even think about it."
Monroe slowly turned around. "Bosco, I'm your partner. You should think about me before you even make a decision. You know this hit a soft spot with me!"
He raised his eyebrows. "Okay! From now on whatever I do concerning this will be directed to you too!"
Before Bosco could say anything else a huge explosion rang out from across the street, and their car and the small grocery store they were parked in front of were engulfed in flames. Bosco grabbed Monroe and landed on top of her, making sure she was okay.
He then looked up, feeling the heat from the fire. Suddenly his stomach felt nauseated. He knew that Jake was behind this, because it was their car that blew up first, like someone had planted a bomb on it.
He stood up, staring across the street, hoping to see some kind of suspicious activity on the street. He then looked down his side of the street and saw Jake within the onlookers. He took off in a sprint after him, and Jake noticed, running too.
Bosco's lungs burned as he ran after Jake. He queued Monroe on the radio. "Suspect headed east on 102!" He then picked up his pace as his legs began to ache but he fought off the pain with his mind.
He could tell Jake was beginning to get tired because he started to hunch over. Bosco began to make some ground on Jake and eventually got close enough to make a flying leap and tackle him down to the hard concrete below. Bosco's head hit the concrete, causing his cheek and nose to instantly bleed but he didn't let the pain bother him as he wrestled on the ground with Jake.
Bosco grabbed Jake's hair and slammed his head hard against the cement. "You SON OF A BITCH!" Bosco then stood up and began to kick him in the stomach and any place he could to inflict pain on the nuisance.
Jake rolled over on his back. "I'm sorry!" He moved away but Bosco quickly grabbed him. "Please stop hurting me!"
Bosco gritted his teeth. "Stop hurting you? Those people you just killed back there can't say that now! Did you ever think about that?" He saw Monroe run up and Sully and Davis follow in a squad car.
Bosco continued to hit him but Sully quickly pulled him away. "Settle down!" He then put cuffs on Jake and put him in the RMP. Bosco wiped the blood that gushed from his face off on his sleeve.
"I hope that mother fucker burns in hell", is all Bosco said as they walked to Sully and Davis' RMP.
~*~
Back at the station house Monroe saturated a cotton ball with alcohol and ran it over Bosco's cheek, causing him to pull away quickly. "Shit, that hurts!"
"I'm sorry." She threw the cotton ball in the trashcan. "I don't want it to get infected."
Swersky peaked his head in the office they were in. "Bosco, you've got a call on line 2. Sounds pretty urgent."
Bosco nodded and answered the phone. "This is Boscorelli." He paused and stood up. "You son of a bitch! How about you not be a coward and show your face? Stop making threats over the phone and bring your ass down here and do it to my face!!" He then slammed the phone down and looked at Monroe.
"What is it Bosco?"
"That was a friend of Jake's. He just threatened to kill us if we don't let him go."
TBC....
