A.N.: Sorry for the extra long wait. I'll try to update sooner now! Please
RR none the less.
Chapter 4:
By the time they stepped out of the room, the nurse looked so puzzled and lost in thought, the two police officers almost were concerned about her. She deeply thought about something, that seemed to be so unbelievable she barely could manage the thinking part. Saying a word was completly imposible. But she had to. Probably it was just some stupid mistake or her mind played tricks on her, feeding her with false memories and she was wrong. It just couldn't be! The doctor interrupted her in her thoughts.
"Does she remember anything?"
"Yeah, she does, but you know..."
The nurse still somehow back in her thoughts, interrupted the younger cop in answering the doctor's question.
"Doctor?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you recall having a patient named Boscorelli some days ago?"
"Recall? I should be up on addressing him by his firts name! As often as I see him here! Almost consider the ER his second home, just can't keep himself outta trouble. I don't get that, I mean it's not he'd be so pleased to see us everytime he's forced to be here! Don't think I ever managed to have him stay over night. He hates this place! Just don't get it. But why are you asking me this?"
The cop answered instead of her, he nodded to the young woman's room door.
"That's him."
The doctor needed some seconds to realize what they wanted to tell him. The slight smile vanished from his face.
"Boscorelli? Maurice Boscorelli? You're sure?"
"That's what she said."
"But,..., I can't believe this" He's one of your own!"
"Whadda you mean, one of our own?"
"He's a cop, a police-officer!"
Silence emerged. Nobody knew what to say about this, it was rather ubelievable. But in the end a person's job or better said the expections people had into a person doing this job never showed the real inside of someone. It didn't say anything about the being behind the uniform. The older cop swallowed hard.
"You know which station he works at?"
"No, not by heart, but I can get the file and look it up."
"That'll be good."
"55 David, this is Central."
The radio awoke and Faith sighed silently once again this day, when her partner went for it. He'd been so eager to answer every goddamn call there had been, she just didn't get him. She felt tired and had been pretty grumpy for this part of the shift. His good mood and his overeagerness got on her nerves and she silently prayed for relief. She didn't like him having a bad day either, but this was unbearable. Sooner or later she'd just start to scream or she'd gonna kill him. She was in the desperate need of doing the one or other thing to feel better.
"Central, this is 55 David."
"55 David, head back to the station."
Bosco approved the call and looked at Faith.
"So what's that all about?"
She shrugged and gave him a helpless look
"I don't know, why don't we just go there and find out!"
He turned left and left again at the next block, heading back to the station the fastest way possible. This had been inconvenient, he wondered, what it was all about.
"You called them?"
The detective from vice squad was impatient. He had arrived about ten minutes ago just to find out the person he was searching for, was out there somewhere. He'd been pretty furious at first, but the lady at the counter assured him she could call them in and Boscorelli would be here in no time. In the end, he was lucky he found him anyway. He obviously didn't feel guilty on anything, otherwise he wouldn't be here and do his job.
"Yeah, I did. They head back and will be here in a few moments. Just hang on!"
When they entered the station, they didn't even get a chance to get to the counter and find out what was going on. A man stepped directly into their path.
"You Boscorelli?"
"Yeah, what's all this about? Who are you?"
"Detective Sheldon – vice squad. I need to talk to you!"
"What for?"
"Perhaps we should go somewhere quiet where we can talk eye to eye?"
"Whatever you wanna know or wanna tell me, you can do it right here and now. I don't have time for this! I'm working!"
The detective's expression became hard, he'd given him the chance to quietly step out of the situation, but he didn't want to. So if he wanted to make it hard on himself, wanted everyone in here to hear what he'd done, he would do him the favour.
"Officer Boscorelli, I'm here to inform you, you're under arrest."
"What the hell...? What for?"
"Rape. On Judith Mandell."
TBC
Chapter 4:
By the time they stepped out of the room, the nurse looked so puzzled and lost in thought, the two police officers almost were concerned about her. She deeply thought about something, that seemed to be so unbelievable she barely could manage the thinking part. Saying a word was completly imposible. But she had to. Probably it was just some stupid mistake or her mind played tricks on her, feeding her with false memories and she was wrong. It just couldn't be! The doctor interrupted her in her thoughts.
"Does she remember anything?"
"Yeah, she does, but you know..."
The nurse still somehow back in her thoughts, interrupted the younger cop in answering the doctor's question.
"Doctor?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you recall having a patient named Boscorelli some days ago?"
"Recall? I should be up on addressing him by his firts name! As often as I see him here! Almost consider the ER his second home, just can't keep himself outta trouble. I don't get that, I mean it's not he'd be so pleased to see us everytime he's forced to be here! Don't think I ever managed to have him stay over night. He hates this place! Just don't get it. But why are you asking me this?"
The cop answered instead of her, he nodded to the young woman's room door.
"That's him."
The doctor needed some seconds to realize what they wanted to tell him. The slight smile vanished from his face.
"Boscorelli? Maurice Boscorelli? You're sure?"
"That's what she said."
"But,..., I can't believe this" He's one of your own!"
"Whadda you mean, one of our own?"
"He's a cop, a police-officer!"
Silence emerged. Nobody knew what to say about this, it was rather ubelievable. But in the end a person's job or better said the expections people had into a person doing this job never showed the real inside of someone. It didn't say anything about the being behind the uniform. The older cop swallowed hard.
"You know which station he works at?"
"No, not by heart, but I can get the file and look it up."
"That'll be good."
"55 David, this is Central."
The radio awoke and Faith sighed silently once again this day, when her partner went for it. He'd been so eager to answer every goddamn call there had been, she just didn't get him. She felt tired and had been pretty grumpy for this part of the shift. His good mood and his overeagerness got on her nerves and she silently prayed for relief. She didn't like him having a bad day either, but this was unbearable. Sooner or later she'd just start to scream or she'd gonna kill him. She was in the desperate need of doing the one or other thing to feel better.
"Central, this is 55 David."
"55 David, head back to the station."
Bosco approved the call and looked at Faith.
"So what's that all about?"
She shrugged and gave him a helpless look
"I don't know, why don't we just go there and find out!"
He turned left and left again at the next block, heading back to the station the fastest way possible. This had been inconvenient, he wondered, what it was all about.
"You called them?"
The detective from vice squad was impatient. He had arrived about ten minutes ago just to find out the person he was searching for, was out there somewhere. He'd been pretty furious at first, but the lady at the counter assured him she could call them in and Boscorelli would be here in no time. In the end, he was lucky he found him anyway. He obviously didn't feel guilty on anything, otherwise he wouldn't be here and do his job.
"Yeah, I did. They head back and will be here in a few moments. Just hang on!"
When they entered the station, they didn't even get a chance to get to the counter and find out what was going on. A man stepped directly into their path.
"You Boscorelli?"
"Yeah, what's all this about? Who are you?"
"Detective Sheldon – vice squad. I need to talk to you!"
"What for?"
"Perhaps we should go somewhere quiet where we can talk eye to eye?"
"Whatever you wanna know or wanna tell me, you can do it right here and now. I don't have time for this! I'm working!"
The detective's expression became hard, he'd given him the chance to quietly step out of the situation, but he didn't want to. So if he wanted to make it hard on himself, wanted everyone in here to hear what he'd done, he would do him the favour.
"Officer Boscorelli, I'm here to inform you, you're under arrest."
"What the hell...? What for?"
"Rape. On Judith Mandell."
TBC