Author's Notes: Okay, it took a WAY long time for my muse to squeeze out
Chapter Five but here it is...not a whole lot of action but some stuff that
needed to be told before I moved this story onward!
Special Thanks: Once again, to all of you wonderful reviewers who have kept interest in my story! I know it takes a long time to update but I promise this story will eventually be finished!!
Chapter Five: Confusion
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The tables turn for the worse for Bosco and Monroe and the risk grows higher for solving this case.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is for entertainment purposes only so don't sue me!
Feedback: Always appreciated so let me know what you liked and disliked so I can make this an AWESOME story!
Mad World Chapter Five: Confusion
The heat and flames grew, as Bosco lay unconscious on the unknown floor. Before he had passed out he knew that the man that did this was the man behind the other end of the phone, but he had no chance of seeing his face good enough to get a description.
The mysterious man stood over him, grinning with satisfaction. "See you in hell Boscorelli." He then turned and went out the door, making sure he went unseen as he left the fallen officer inside, only to die.
~*~
Swersky looked at Monroe who was looking up at the clock in the role call room, both of them wondering where Bosco could be. It was now 6:15 and he was supposed to be back at 6:00. Monroe stood up and walked to Swersky, her mind racing with the possibilities.
"Sir, has he called or anything?" She leaned against the doorframe and watched as Swersky creased his brow as he thought.
"No, I haven't heard anything. He's always late and this time it's going to be a write up." He shuffled some papers that were on his jumbled desk, taking another long look at his wristwatch.
Monroe didn't buy that. Something was wrong and she knew it. They weren't exactly messing with angels, and she knew he was out to solve some problems without involving her for some reason. She couldn't just sit here if he was in danger, and it wouldn't hurt to go find out.
"Sir, I'm going to go see if I can find him. I have an idea of where he'll be." Her palms grew sweaty.
"Okay, call me as soon as you find him." Swersky then went back to his paperwork, not seeming too worried about the situation at hand.
~*~
Monroe held a small paper in her hand of Jake's apartment, knowing by the way that Bosco talked that he was there, trying to take care of things without letting off any hints to Lieutenant Swersky or the detectives in the department. She parked the police car, seeing flames fly from a window of the building, and suddenly feeling panic as she ran towards it.
The fire department was already there but no one had proceeded to move into the building, and that had her adrenaline pumping as she tried to push past them. "Why haven't you gone in yet!?"
Walsh grabbed her arm, pulling her away. "Monroe, what in the hell are you doing here anyway?" His face was full of question as he held a tight grip.
"Bosco might be in there!" She pulled away once again but he of course, was way too strong for her.
~*~
Bosco began to wake in and out of his unconsciousness, feeling the heat and tasting the smoke that now surrounded him. He tried to crawl but his body was just too tired. He even tried to call out to whomever but his voice for some reason would not work. The flames grew closer to him and he knew time was running out, but his body seemed to be malfunctioning at the worst time.
He coughed as the dark smoke burned his lungs, and his skin was hot to the touch from the devilish flames that made his body shut down. Why hadn't anyone entered the room yet? Who started this fire? All questions that seemed to never be answered, and Bosco felt he wouldn't ever be alive to answer them anyway.
His body once again fought of tiredness as his eyes drooped and dozed off, but he wanted to fight it more than anything, because if he fell asleep again, he'd be gone for sure. He gripped the carpet beneath him until his knuckles turned white, hoping some miraculous miracle would happen and this would all be over.
~*~
Monroe watched the flames jump floors, as the fire got worse. She just wanted to scream with frustration, and she wasn't even sure Bosco was in there to begin with. Walsh broke her thoughts.
"Why would Bosco be here?"
She held out the address, thinking about it. "Because we have a case and a suspect lives in these apartments. I think he came to question the guy."
Walsh took the paper from her, reading the numbers. "Okay, don't worry, we've got some men up there. I'll tell them to check this apartment." He queued his radio, "D.K., I need you to check..."
As he spoke Monroe drifted off again. Walsh told her not to worry. How could she not? The whole apartment complex was up in flames, her partner that was glory hungry was in there, and it had been long enough for him to be dead in there. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as firefighters ran past her, yelling and bringing out other victims that looked almost dead themselves. She also watched as one fireman covered up a body with a sheet, one that was too mangled to even tell if it was male or female. She suddenly felt the urge to throw up, but fought it off.
~*~
D.K. walked through the apartment door, looking around for anyone. He walked down the same hallway Bosco did, his eyes searching through the think smoke and orange flames that engulfed him just by entering. He then spotted a non-responsive body laying face down on the floor, and he knew it was Bosco.
He knelt down, picking Bosco's head up and checking for a pulse at the same time, and luckily there was one, but it was weak and thready. He took his mask off and placed it over Bosco's mouth, hoping even that little bit of air would help him, even though he had already suffered extreme smoke damage already. He then picked up Bosco and slung him over his shoulder, taking him to fresh air as soon as possible.
Monroe watched as D.K. ran out of the door and slung Bosco down where Carlos and Levine could begin their work. She instantly ran over, her heart sinking at the sight of Bosco and his smoke stained face.
"Is he going to be okay?" She looked over them as they stripped his shirt off, applying ointment to some burns that covered his back and arms. They then started an I.V. and applied an oxygen mask in hopes to wake him up.
Carlos looked up at Monroe and then back down at Bosco. "Monroe, just give us some room."
She ran her hands over her hair, wanting to do something, anything. "Can I help?"
Carlos opened up a pack of gauze and applied hard pressure to a third degree burn he had on his right shoulder blade. "You can help by backing up and giving us some room."
~*~
Monroe didn't know how it happened but she ended up at the hospital where she waited in the waiting room, surrounded by Sully and Davis. Swersky was there but he was pacing back and forth in the lobby, a distraught look written all over his face. Monroe knew he'd be full of questions when he'd settle down, and she was not looking forward to that.
Dr. Johnson walked into the small, crammed in area and took his gloves off. "Officer Boscorelli encountered sever smoke damage to his lungs. It caused his heart to stop."
Monroe's eyes fell to the floor. This was very awkward and she didn't want to hear anymore.
The doctor continued. "We resuscitated and got him back. His body, mainly the abdominal area and his back encountered 2nd and 3rd degree burns, all which are being treated. He's asleep right now from the pain medications, but I'm allowing one visitor at a time to go up and see him."
Monroe ran her hands over her face, feeling relieved that he was still alive. She then stood up, looking over at Davis and Sully.
"Someone should call his mother", Sully replied as he reached for his cell phone. "I guess I get the honor to do so."
Monroe licked her lips. "I'll go up there. Send her up when she gets here."
~*~
She slowly walked through the threshold of the door, seeing him in the corner, a small heart monitor beeping. He had a nice view from his window. It was a small park surrounded by some trees, almost relaxing. As relaxing as you could get in the city anyway.
She sat down in the chair beside his bed and noticed how red his skin looked from the heat. He looked awful, almost too bad for the situation. It just didn't seem worth it to her anymore. She knew he was taking it to an extreme because this case hit her personally, all because of her friend dying.
She noticed that his eyes slowly opened. "Bosco?" She paused, waiting to see his reaction. "Bosco, can you hear me?"
He turned his head towards her and made a small grunting sound through his throat. He then nodded, opening his eyes more fully now. "Monroe?" His voice was raspy.
She smiled down at him. "What are you doing awake?"
He closed his eyes again from the light. It seemed really blinding to him. "Where am I?" For some odd reason he couldn't remember where he was or how he got here. The last thing he could remember was his phone call before role call. He hated the feeling of confusion.
She stammered on her words. "Boz, you are in the hospital." She noticed his look of confusion and continued. "You went to Jake Maxell's place and were in a fire. Now you are here."
He then tried to sit up, but fell back down. "It wasn't Joey Lasik."
Monroe arched her eyebrow. "Who is Joey Lasik?" She had never heard that name before, and she knew he had found something else out.
Bosco began to doze off again, but tried to talk again before the medicine took full effect. "It..wasn't.." He closed his eyes but tried to fight it. "It wasn't Lasik. It's..someone else." He then fell into a deep, drug induced sleep.
Monroe grabbed his hand and shook it. "Bosco! Who is Lasik?" She sat back in her chair as the room fell quiet again, only the beeping from the heart monitor and his oxygen machine could be heard. "Dammit!" He had found something out that she didn't know, and they wouldn't be able to further the investigation until he was yet awake again.
Rose Boscorelli then walked in, giving a light knock on the open door. "Hey Sasha." She gave a small wave as she walked closer to his bedside. "How is he?"
Monroe looked down at him. "He was just talking to me and then fell back asleep from his medication." She ran her hands on the metal bars of the hospital bed. "I better get out of here, only one person at a time. Maybe he'll wake up again for you." She turned to walk away but Rose grabbed her arm.
"Sasha, did he have anything useful to say?"
Monroe didn't know what she really meant by that but she answered anyway. "Yeah, he did. But I have no clue what he found out." She then turned and walked out of the room.
Special Thanks: Once again, to all of you wonderful reviewers who have kept interest in my story! I know it takes a long time to update but I promise this story will eventually be finished!!
Chapter Five: Confusion
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The tables turn for the worse for Bosco and Monroe and the risk grows higher for solving this case.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is for entertainment purposes only so don't sue me!
Feedback: Always appreciated so let me know what you liked and disliked so I can make this an AWESOME story!
Mad World Chapter Five: Confusion
The heat and flames grew, as Bosco lay unconscious on the unknown floor. Before he had passed out he knew that the man that did this was the man behind the other end of the phone, but he had no chance of seeing his face good enough to get a description.
The mysterious man stood over him, grinning with satisfaction. "See you in hell Boscorelli." He then turned and went out the door, making sure he went unseen as he left the fallen officer inside, only to die.
~*~
Swersky looked at Monroe who was looking up at the clock in the role call room, both of them wondering where Bosco could be. It was now 6:15 and he was supposed to be back at 6:00. Monroe stood up and walked to Swersky, her mind racing with the possibilities.
"Sir, has he called or anything?" She leaned against the doorframe and watched as Swersky creased his brow as he thought.
"No, I haven't heard anything. He's always late and this time it's going to be a write up." He shuffled some papers that were on his jumbled desk, taking another long look at his wristwatch.
Monroe didn't buy that. Something was wrong and she knew it. They weren't exactly messing with angels, and she knew he was out to solve some problems without involving her for some reason. She couldn't just sit here if he was in danger, and it wouldn't hurt to go find out.
"Sir, I'm going to go see if I can find him. I have an idea of where he'll be." Her palms grew sweaty.
"Okay, call me as soon as you find him." Swersky then went back to his paperwork, not seeming too worried about the situation at hand.
~*~
Monroe held a small paper in her hand of Jake's apartment, knowing by the way that Bosco talked that he was there, trying to take care of things without letting off any hints to Lieutenant Swersky or the detectives in the department. She parked the police car, seeing flames fly from a window of the building, and suddenly feeling panic as she ran towards it.
The fire department was already there but no one had proceeded to move into the building, and that had her adrenaline pumping as she tried to push past them. "Why haven't you gone in yet!?"
Walsh grabbed her arm, pulling her away. "Monroe, what in the hell are you doing here anyway?" His face was full of question as he held a tight grip.
"Bosco might be in there!" She pulled away once again but he of course, was way too strong for her.
~*~
Bosco began to wake in and out of his unconsciousness, feeling the heat and tasting the smoke that now surrounded him. He tried to crawl but his body was just too tired. He even tried to call out to whomever but his voice for some reason would not work. The flames grew closer to him and he knew time was running out, but his body seemed to be malfunctioning at the worst time.
He coughed as the dark smoke burned his lungs, and his skin was hot to the touch from the devilish flames that made his body shut down. Why hadn't anyone entered the room yet? Who started this fire? All questions that seemed to never be answered, and Bosco felt he wouldn't ever be alive to answer them anyway.
His body once again fought of tiredness as his eyes drooped and dozed off, but he wanted to fight it more than anything, because if he fell asleep again, he'd be gone for sure. He gripped the carpet beneath him until his knuckles turned white, hoping some miraculous miracle would happen and this would all be over.
~*~
Monroe watched the flames jump floors, as the fire got worse. She just wanted to scream with frustration, and she wasn't even sure Bosco was in there to begin with. Walsh broke her thoughts.
"Why would Bosco be here?"
She held out the address, thinking about it. "Because we have a case and a suspect lives in these apartments. I think he came to question the guy."
Walsh took the paper from her, reading the numbers. "Okay, don't worry, we've got some men up there. I'll tell them to check this apartment." He queued his radio, "D.K., I need you to check..."
As he spoke Monroe drifted off again. Walsh told her not to worry. How could she not? The whole apartment complex was up in flames, her partner that was glory hungry was in there, and it had been long enough for him to be dead in there. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as firefighters ran past her, yelling and bringing out other victims that looked almost dead themselves. She also watched as one fireman covered up a body with a sheet, one that was too mangled to even tell if it was male or female. She suddenly felt the urge to throw up, but fought it off.
~*~
D.K. walked through the apartment door, looking around for anyone. He walked down the same hallway Bosco did, his eyes searching through the think smoke and orange flames that engulfed him just by entering. He then spotted a non-responsive body laying face down on the floor, and he knew it was Bosco.
He knelt down, picking Bosco's head up and checking for a pulse at the same time, and luckily there was one, but it was weak and thready. He took his mask off and placed it over Bosco's mouth, hoping even that little bit of air would help him, even though he had already suffered extreme smoke damage already. He then picked up Bosco and slung him over his shoulder, taking him to fresh air as soon as possible.
Monroe watched as D.K. ran out of the door and slung Bosco down where Carlos and Levine could begin their work. She instantly ran over, her heart sinking at the sight of Bosco and his smoke stained face.
"Is he going to be okay?" She looked over them as they stripped his shirt off, applying ointment to some burns that covered his back and arms. They then started an I.V. and applied an oxygen mask in hopes to wake him up.
Carlos looked up at Monroe and then back down at Bosco. "Monroe, just give us some room."
She ran her hands over her hair, wanting to do something, anything. "Can I help?"
Carlos opened up a pack of gauze and applied hard pressure to a third degree burn he had on his right shoulder blade. "You can help by backing up and giving us some room."
~*~
Monroe didn't know how it happened but she ended up at the hospital where she waited in the waiting room, surrounded by Sully and Davis. Swersky was there but he was pacing back and forth in the lobby, a distraught look written all over his face. Monroe knew he'd be full of questions when he'd settle down, and she was not looking forward to that.
Dr. Johnson walked into the small, crammed in area and took his gloves off. "Officer Boscorelli encountered sever smoke damage to his lungs. It caused his heart to stop."
Monroe's eyes fell to the floor. This was very awkward and she didn't want to hear anymore.
The doctor continued. "We resuscitated and got him back. His body, mainly the abdominal area and his back encountered 2nd and 3rd degree burns, all which are being treated. He's asleep right now from the pain medications, but I'm allowing one visitor at a time to go up and see him."
Monroe ran her hands over her face, feeling relieved that he was still alive. She then stood up, looking over at Davis and Sully.
"Someone should call his mother", Sully replied as he reached for his cell phone. "I guess I get the honor to do so."
Monroe licked her lips. "I'll go up there. Send her up when she gets here."
~*~
She slowly walked through the threshold of the door, seeing him in the corner, a small heart monitor beeping. He had a nice view from his window. It was a small park surrounded by some trees, almost relaxing. As relaxing as you could get in the city anyway.
She sat down in the chair beside his bed and noticed how red his skin looked from the heat. He looked awful, almost too bad for the situation. It just didn't seem worth it to her anymore. She knew he was taking it to an extreme because this case hit her personally, all because of her friend dying.
She noticed that his eyes slowly opened. "Bosco?" She paused, waiting to see his reaction. "Bosco, can you hear me?"
He turned his head towards her and made a small grunting sound through his throat. He then nodded, opening his eyes more fully now. "Monroe?" His voice was raspy.
She smiled down at him. "What are you doing awake?"
He closed his eyes again from the light. It seemed really blinding to him. "Where am I?" For some odd reason he couldn't remember where he was or how he got here. The last thing he could remember was his phone call before role call. He hated the feeling of confusion.
She stammered on her words. "Boz, you are in the hospital." She noticed his look of confusion and continued. "You went to Jake Maxell's place and were in a fire. Now you are here."
He then tried to sit up, but fell back down. "It wasn't Joey Lasik."
Monroe arched her eyebrow. "Who is Joey Lasik?" She had never heard that name before, and she knew he had found something else out.
Bosco began to doze off again, but tried to talk again before the medicine took full effect. "It..wasn't.." He closed his eyes but tried to fight it. "It wasn't Lasik. It's..someone else." He then fell into a deep, drug induced sleep.
Monroe grabbed his hand and shook it. "Bosco! Who is Lasik?" She sat back in her chair as the room fell quiet again, only the beeping from the heart monitor and his oxygen machine could be heard. "Dammit!" He had found something out that she didn't know, and they wouldn't be able to further the investigation until he was yet awake again.
Rose Boscorelli then walked in, giving a light knock on the open door. "Hey Sasha." She gave a small wave as she walked closer to his bedside. "How is he?"
Monroe looked down at him. "He was just talking to me and then fell back asleep from his medication." She ran her hands on the metal bars of the hospital bed. "I better get out of here, only one person at a time. Maybe he'll wake up again for you." She turned to walk away but Rose grabbed her arm.
"Sasha, did he have anything useful to say?"
Monroe didn't know what she really meant by that but she answered anyway. "Yeah, he did. But I have no clue what he found out." She then turned and walked out of the room.
