The Waiting Is The Hardest Part
Chapter 2
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Jennifer slowly opened her eyes and felt immediate pounding behind her eyes. The room was dark and she had no idea how long she'd been there. She looked around as much as she could without moving too much and slowly realized that she was in the foyer of her house. As soon as her brain connected with the information that she was in her own home, a shot of terror ran through her and she sat up quickly, looking frantically around the room. Immediate pain flashed through her head, followed by nausea and dizziness at the sudden movement and she closed her eyes to the pain.
"Jordan!" she called out, hoping to hear the young girl answer her. Getting no response, she yelled again, "Jordan!" Terror coursed through her and she brought her hand to the side of her head, pulling it away with a sticky substance. She opened an eye and saw that her hand was covered with blood.
"Jordan! Jason!" she called out frantically again, maneuvering so that she was on her hands and knees. The wave of nausea she felt at her movement told her that she had, at the very least, a concussion. As she crawled from the foyer toward the kitchen for the phone, she tried desperately to remember what had happened.
She continued to call out for the kids as she made her way to the phone - she'd recalled that her cell phone was dead when she came out of the O.R. this afternoon. Funny how she could remember that, but not what happened to get her in this predicament or where her children were. Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought the worst about her kids' well being.
She tried to focus on the clock on the microwave, but was unable to see the numbers clearly. It was pretty dark, so she was certain she'd been unconscious for awhile. Reaching the floor to the kitchen she scrambled as quickly as she could toward the wall with the phone. She grabbed onto the edge of the wall and pulled herself to her feet as quickly as she could. The quick movement caused her dizziness to worsen and now the blood from the cut to her head began to drip into her eye. She reached for and found the light switch, flipping it on. She cried out at the pain that the brightness of the light caused her and turned it back off again.
Now, with sobs stuck in her throat she called out again for Jordan or Jason. Still no answer was received as she reached for the phone. Removing the cordless phone from its cradle she tried to focus on the buttons, but felt the room go darker. She passed out again before she could dial her husband.
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Faith followed Bosco's rapid footsteps into the station. Arriving at the front desk, he gruffly asked the officer behind the desk for the number for Albany P.D. After receiving the number, he scribbled it on a piece of paper and strode up the stairs to a quiet office. Faith paused momentarily to apologize for Bosco's rudeness and then followed up the stairs. She almost ran into Lieutenant Swersky as he rounded the hallway corner.
"Yokas. What's going on?" the Lieutenant asked, wondering why the two were not out on the street. He glanced quickly at the clock, noting that it was only 9:30. His gaze then traveled to the holding cells which happened to be empty right now so he knew they weren't here with an arrest.
"Oh, uh, hi Lieu. Bosco's having trouble getting hold of Jennifer and the kids. No one's seen her and he can't get hold of her on her cell," Faith explained. "He's giving Albany a call to have them drive by the house."
The Lieutenant looked to his left and saw Bosco dialing the phone. "How long's he been trying to get hold of her?"
"Well, she picked the kids up from her sister at about 3:30. No one's seen or heard from her since," Faith said.
The Lieutenant nodded and looked back at Bosco, tapping the pen on the piece of paper in front of him as he waited for someone to answer the phone. "Let me know," he told Faith before continuing on to his office.
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"Albany Police Department, Division 2, Officer Murphy," came the voice from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah, Officer Murphy. This is Officer Boscorelli, NYPD. I'm trying to get hold of my wife, Jennifer Boscorelli - she's a doctor at Albany Med. I can't reach her on the cell and she left the hospital and picked the kids up from her sister's house at about 3:30. I was wondering if someone could take a run past the house and just check on them?" he asked as Faith came into the room.
"Sure. No problem. Just give me the address and I'll send a unit right over there," Officer Murphy told him.
Bosco gave him the address. "Thanks, and could you have your guy tell her to give me a call ASAP?"
"You bet. Why don't you give me your number too, so I can give you a call just in case we run into any problems," Murphy requested. Bosco gave him his cell phone number.
"Hey, thanks," Bosco said before hanging up. He looked over to see Faith sitting down in the chair next to him. "Albany P.D. is gonna take a run over to the house and check things out," he told her, still tapping the pen on the desk nervously.
Faith nodded. "Why don't you tell Swersky you're taking some lost time and head up there," Faith said, the bad feeling now migrating to her. She looked Bosco in the eye and saw the fear that he'd been able to keep just below the surface. After a moment, he nodded and got up to tell the Lieutenant he was leaving.
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TBC...
Chapter 2
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Jennifer slowly opened her eyes and felt immediate pounding behind her eyes. The room was dark and she had no idea how long she'd been there. She looked around as much as she could without moving too much and slowly realized that she was in the foyer of her house. As soon as her brain connected with the information that she was in her own home, a shot of terror ran through her and she sat up quickly, looking frantically around the room. Immediate pain flashed through her head, followed by nausea and dizziness at the sudden movement and she closed her eyes to the pain.
"Jordan!" she called out, hoping to hear the young girl answer her. Getting no response, she yelled again, "Jordan!" Terror coursed through her and she brought her hand to the side of her head, pulling it away with a sticky substance. She opened an eye and saw that her hand was covered with blood.
"Jordan! Jason!" she called out frantically again, maneuvering so that she was on her hands and knees. The wave of nausea she felt at her movement told her that she had, at the very least, a concussion. As she crawled from the foyer toward the kitchen for the phone, she tried desperately to remember what had happened.
She continued to call out for the kids as she made her way to the phone - she'd recalled that her cell phone was dead when she came out of the O.R. this afternoon. Funny how she could remember that, but not what happened to get her in this predicament or where her children were. Tears sprang to her eyes as she thought the worst about her kids' well being.
She tried to focus on the clock on the microwave, but was unable to see the numbers clearly. It was pretty dark, so she was certain she'd been unconscious for awhile. Reaching the floor to the kitchen she scrambled as quickly as she could toward the wall with the phone. She grabbed onto the edge of the wall and pulled herself to her feet as quickly as she could. The quick movement caused her dizziness to worsen and now the blood from the cut to her head began to drip into her eye. She reached for and found the light switch, flipping it on. She cried out at the pain that the brightness of the light caused her and turned it back off again.
Now, with sobs stuck in her throat she called out again for Jordan or Jason. Still no answer was received as she reached for the phone. Removing the cordless phone from its cradle she tried to focus on the buttons, but felt the room go darker. She passed out again before she could dial her husband.
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Faith followed Bosco's rapid footsteps into the station. Arriving at the front desk, he gruffly asked the officer behind the desk for the number for Albany P.D. After receiving the number, he scribbled it on a piece of paper and strode up the stairs to a quiet office. Faith paused momentarily to apologize for Bosco's rudeness and then followed up the stairs. She almost ran into Lieutenant Swersky as he rounded the hallway corner.
"Yokas. What's going on?" the Lieutenant asked, wondering why the two were not out on the street. He glanced quickly at the clock, noting that it was only 9:30. His gaze then traveled to the holding cells which happened to be empty right now so he knew they weren't here with an arrest.
"Oh, uh, hi Lieu. Bosco's having trouble getting hold of Jennifer and the kids. No one's seen her and he can't get hold of her on her cell," Faith explained. "He's giving Albany a call to have them drive by the house."
The Lieutenant looked to his left and saw Bosco dialing the phone. "How long's he been trying to get hold of her?"
"Well, she picked the kids up from her sister at about 3:30. No one's seen or heard from her since," Faith said.
The Lieutenant nodded and looked back at Bosco, tapping the pen on the piece of paper in front of him as he waited for someone to answer the phone. "Let me know," he told Faith before continuing on to his office.
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"Albany Police Department, Division 2, Officer Murphy," came the voice from the other end of the phone.
"Yeah, Officer Murphy. This is Officer Boscorelli, NYPD. I'm trying to get hold of my wife, Jennifer Boscorelli - she's a doctor at Albany Med. I can't reach her on the cell and she left the hospital and picked the kids up from her sister's house at about 3:30. I was wondering if someone could take a run past the house and just check on them?" he asked as Faith came into the room.
"Sure. No problem. Just give me the address and I'll send a unit right over there," Officer Murphy told him.
Bosco gave him the address. "Thanks, and could you have your guy tell her to give me a call ASAP?"
"You bet. Why don't you give me your number too, so I can give you a call just in case we run into any problems," Murphy requested. Bosco gave him his cell phone number.
"Hey, thanks," Bosco said before hanging up. He looked over to see Faith sitting down in the chair next to him. "Albany P.D. is gonna take a run over to the house and check things out," he told her, still tapping the pen on the desk nervously.
Faith nodded. "Why don't you tell Swersky you're taking some lost time and head up there," Faith said, the bad feeling now migrating to her. She looked Bosco in the eye and saw the fear that he'd been able to keep just below the surface. After a moment, he nodded and got up to tell the Lieutenant he was leaving.
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TBC...
