Broken Wing
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I own nothing concerning Third Watch, just borrowing the characters and messing with them a bit. Any similarities between this story and any other is purely by accident.
Authors Note: I'm the slowest person known to man when it comes to updating ain't I? Sorry but honestly I have very good reasons, really I do, Just can't share them with you all :) I hope to have this story coming out more frequently now, but I'm not making any promises ;) Just a reminder I have NO medical background what so ever so in this chapter (or any other) if I stretch it a bit, just go along with it please :) It's all for the sake of the story :) Special thanks goes out to Helena :) Sorry I took so long. And CCA what would I do with out ya?
E-Mail: Wine_Into_Water@hotmail.com
Feedback: Yes please!!
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His eyelids kept getting heavier and heavier and he lost small moments of time as he kept drifting off to sleep, only to wake with a start every time his head began to sag down. He looked down at Faith to make sure she was still there. He knew she was, he was still holding her but for his piece of mind he had to keep checking. He tightened his grip and let himself start to dose off again.
"Boscorelli open up!"
Bosco jumped at the sudden shout and banging on his door. He slowly got up and moved away from Faith hoping she wouldn't wake up with the noise or his movement. He walked out of the room and shut the door securely behind him and made his way up the hallway. He crossed the living room and reached the door. Before opening it he looked through the peep hole to see Christophers angry yet smug face staring back at him. 'What the hell?' He glanced at the clock. Like he had figured he hadn't slept that long, not even twenty minutes it wasn't anywhere close to the time for Christopher to be on duty but there he was standing at his door in uniform. Bosco figured it could mean nothing good. He just hoped that nobody had caught wind that Faith was back.
He opened the door, "What the hell do you want?"
"Nice to see you too Boscorelli."
Bosco said nothing just kept giving him a cold stare. Christopher continued, "I"m here on police business. Have you heard from your brother recently?"
Bosco's mind began to race when he heard Christophers question he wondered what kind of trouble Mikey had gotten him or them into now. "Mikey? No haven't seen him since I hauled his sorry ass in. Why?"
"Turns out you're not the only bad seed Boscorelli around town. Your brother is the prime suspect in a murder investigation, we want him in for questioning."
Bosco felt his chest tighten. He knew Christopher well enough to know that look he had was serious.
"What?"
"Not that I have to tell you any details, but Glen Forest was found dead in the parking lot of the Palace early this morning. A broken beer bottle through his throat. Michael prints are all over it and he was witnessed breaking the beer bottle and threatening the man with it, only hours before."
"Some low life is found dead in one of the shadiest places in town and you think my brother did it. Ever occur to you he was framed." Bosco knew Mikey couldn't kill somebody not that way anyway. Self defense maybe but to jab a broken beer bottle in the guys throat, never.
"No actually it didn't. Thought it was just something you Boscorelli's were capable of."
"Go to hell." Bosco said as he went to shut his door but Christophers hand stopped it just inches from it clicking shut. He tried to nudge his way into Bosco's apartment.
"What do you think you are doing." Bosco demanded as he stepped in Christophers way.
"Just thought I'd take a look around, You wouldn't mind would you?"
Bosco felt like punching that smug smile off of his face but knew better. Christopher would love to haul him in on an assault charge and any other day he might risk it but he couldn't leave Faith.
"You have a warrant?" Bosco asked.
Christopher remained silent.
"Thought so. Don't come back until you do." Bosco slammed the door shut. A small thud was heard as it hit Christopher. A smile spread across Bosco's face when he heard Christopher begin to swear.
Bosco knew that under regular circumstances there was no way to get a warrant to search his place, but this was Christopher and nothing would stop him if it meant getting at Bosco. He's be back in no time with a warrant so he had to think fast. There was nothing in the apartment to tie Mikey to ever being there, but Faith was there and she couldn't be found yet. He had to move her and keep her safe. He'd worry about Mikey later. He was a big boy always got himself in and out of trouble before, He could handle this one on his own for awhile.
He went back to his bedroom. Faith was still asleep. He grabbed a duffel bag from the bottom of his closet and started piling clothes into it, enough to last him and Faith for a few days. Then he went over the room and took anything that would show Faith or anyone else had been there, When he was done he went to wake Faith. He hated to do it but they had to get out of there.
He gently touched her shoulder, "Faith...Faith wake up."
Her eyes slowly opened and blinked a couple times at the light. She saw the look in his eyes and sat up quickly.
"What's wrong?..Are they coming back?" She asked panicked.
Bosco winced at her question. He hated that the first thing that would come in her mind would be the ones that took her. "Nothings wrong Faith" He said reassuringly as possible. " I just want to move you some place where there is less chance of anyone seeing you."
"Bosco."
Bosco sighed, "Mikey's in some kind of trouble and he's probably going to have cops over here. Can't risk you being found unless you've changed your mind?" He finished hopefully.
She started shaking her head, "No Bos not yet. Not yet, I can't"
"It's okay Faith, I wont let anyone find you." He said reassuringly and held out his hand. "Lets go."
Faith grabbed his hand and allowed herself to get pulled up. She put her feet on the floor and began to stand when she was over taken by dizziness and nausea. She grabbed his shoulder with her other arm so she was facing him now. She had her head bent down. "Bos I don't feel so good." She whispered. "I'm cold." She said, her teeth almost chattering.
Bosco grabbed the comforter off of the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Better?"
She nodded and grabbed the blanket and held it closer. She wobbled a little, Bosco put his arm around her waist to steady her. She looked up at him and gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you Bos, for everything." He just smiled back and then slowly began leading her out of the bedroom.
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The car was parked in an ally not far from the station and firehouse. Faith was laying in the back seat, wrapped up in the blanket still shaking from being cold. Bosco had the windows rolled up tight and the heater blaring but it didn't seem to be making a difference. Bosco was getting more and more worried about her. It was a beautiful day outside and it was unbearably hot in the car but she still complained of being cold, her skin was clammy and pale and she was beginning to complain of nausea. She would let out painful moans every once in while as she tossed and turned. He should take her to the hospital, he knew that but he had promised her and he would keep that promise. Instead he had another idea, one that he could help Faith and not break his promise, that was the reason he was parked here, taking the chance of being seen by anyone at the station.
He waited and waited and finally he saw her. He went to open his door but first he told Faith he would be right back, she hadn't really noticed what he said but nodded in agreement with him. Bosco left the car and began walking up to Kim. Bosco had thought about this and he had decided that Kim was his best bet. Doc was to by the book, Carlos had a big mouth, Alex was going out with Davis and he didn't want to interfear with that so that left Kim. He walked over to her just before she reached the firehouse.
"Hey Kim, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"What's up?"
"I need a favor."
Kim just stood there and nodded for him to continue.
"I need something to take away some serious withdrawal symptoms."
"What?" She asked not sure she heard correctly.
"It's ....It's my brother, he's in trouble and he's trying to kick it but it's to hard on him. He needs some help."
"Why not take him to the hospital, run him through detox?"
"Can't do that. The cops want him. He just needs to get clean then he'll turn himself in...Please Kim."
Kim could see the urgency and fear in Bosco's eyes and even though she knew better and knew it was putting her job on the line she decided to help him. "I can't get anything that strong, The best I'll be able to do is get something to curb the cravings, and just take the symptoms down a notch, they will still be bad."
"That's fine, anything that helps a bit please."
"Okay I'll see what I can do but it'd going to take me awhile. Meet me later?"
Bosco felt a relief wash over him, "Yeah sure, Thank you."
She touched his shoulder and smiled, "don't mention it. I'll call you when I get something."
~*~*~*~*~
Bosco opened the door to a small house. He flicked on the lights and then let Faith walk in. The motion of walking from the car to the house had set off her stomach, "Bos I'm going to be sick."
"Third door on your left." He told her as he pointed down the hallway.
Some how she made it to the bathroom with out falling or getting sick until she got there. Bosco soon came in with a lass of water. He handed it to her.
"thanks"
She sat back against the bathtub and pulled the blanket closer around her again to keep warm. Bosco sat down next to her resting against the tub also.
"Where are we?" she asked never before seeing this place.
Bosco smiled, "It's Grams."
"I didn't know you still had a grandma."
"Oh I don't. Grams is this old lady that lived in the same apartment building when I was a kid." He got a lost look in his eyes like he was remembering something. "She'd take care of me and Mikey...looked after us after dad would...anyway she spoiled us rotten, always had something for us. She was great. I kept in touch with her all these years. She asked me to house sit while she's visiting her son. Says nothing better then having an actual cop watching the house." he grinned.
Faith just nodded and smiled, she didn't know if she should ask any more questions. She knew about Bosco's childhood and the pain it caused him to remember it. So even though it was obvious that "Grams" was a good memory she didn't want to risk brining up any other ones that might tie into it so she left it alone.
Without any warning she lunged forward and started getting sick again. She felt Bosco pull her hair away from her face and gently rub her back. When she was finished, he handed her the glass of water. He always surprised her. She might be feeling like hell and scared to death but he could always make her feel better, make her feel safe. She was glad that Mikey had found her and brought her to him. How could she have been so stupid to think he would turn his back on her?
Again she leaned back not trusting herself to stand just yet, she still felt sick. Her chest tightened as she prepared herself to ask the next question and wait for the answer.
"Have you seen Fred and the kids?"
"I saw the kids just a couple of days ago, health wise they are doing great but they miss you Faith, they are so worried that you wont ever come back. They have this look in their eyes....it's haunting." He didn't sugar coat it or trying making it easier for her to hear maybe if she knew the truth she would allow him to take her in.
She shook off the image she had in her head of the kids, her being missing was still better then them seeing her like this, shaking, throwing up and needing another fix so bad it was undescribable. "...and Fred?"
Bosco sighed it didn't seem to be working. "I talk to him every day. He calls and checks in every night after work to see if we have anything."
"Have you talked to him today?" she asked worried.
Bosco shook his head, "no and I'm not looking forward to when I do...I can't lie to him Faith, You should see him he's worried sick, he's not eating, he barely gets any sleep, He's a wreck."
"Bosco you can't..."
"How am I suppose to tell him I know nothing and make him and those kids go another night thinking the worst Faith? How? When all I have to say is that you are fine and you're safe and you're home."
"No Bosco, You can't!"
"Faith please just..."
"NO!" she stood up and headed for the front door still shaky on her feet. "You tell him and I'm gone Bos and I won't come back, I wont"
"Bosco just not yet ok, not till I'm better. You don't know him like I do, he wont understand I know he wont."
"What's there to understand Faith? You were kidnapped and forced to take drugs, end of story. You being home is all that matters."
She shook her head and sadly said, "It's not that simple."
Bosco wondered what she meant by that.
"Promise me you wont say anything?"
"Yeah Faith, I promise...I won't say a word"
He walked up to her and gave her a hug leaning his head on hers to try to comfort her. He would always promise her anything no matter what it meant for him. She always came first. Always had and he figured probably always would. A cold dark night a couple years back had proven that.
Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I own nothing concerning Third Watch, just borrowing the characters and messing with them a bit. Any similarities between this story and any other is purely by accident.
Authors Note: I'm the slowest person known to man when it comes to updating ain't I? Sorry but honestly I have very good reasons, really I do, Just can't share them with you all :) I hope to have this story coming out more frequently now, but I'm not making any promises ;) Just a reminder I have NO medical background what so ever so in this chapter (or any other) if I stretch it a bit, just go along with it please :) It's all for the sake of the story :) Special thanks goes out to Helena :) Sorry I took so long. And CCA what would I do with out ya?
E-Mail: Wine_Into_Water@hotmail.com
Feedback: Yes please!!
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His eyelids kept getting heavier and heavier and he lost small moments of time as he kept drifting off to sleep, only to wake with a start every time his head began to sag down. He looked down at Faith to make sure she was still there. He knew she was, he was still holding her but for his piece of mind he had to keep checking. He tightened his grip and let himself start to dose off again.
"Boscorelli open up!"
Bosco jumped at the sudden shout and banging on his door. He slowly got up and moved away from Faith hoping she wouldn't wake up with the noise or his movement. He walked out of the room and shut the door securely behind him and made his way up the hallway. He crossed the living room and reached the door. Before opening it he looked through the peep hole to see Christophers angry yet smug face staring back at him. 'What the hell?' He glanced at the clock. Like he had figured he hadn't slept that long, not even twenty minutes it wasn't anywhere close to the time for Christopher to be on duty but there he was standing at his door in uniform. Bosco figured it could mean nothing good. He just hoped that nobody had caught wind that Faith was back.
He opened the door, "What the hell do you want?"
"Nice to see you too Boscorelli."
Bosco said nothing just kept giving him a cold stare. Christopher continued, "I"m here on police business. Have you heard from your brother recently?"
Bosco's mind began to race when he heard Christophers question he wondered what kind of trouble Mikey had gotten him or them into now. "Mikey? No haven't seen him since I hauled his sorry ass in. Why?"
"Turns out you're not the only bad seed Boscorelli around town. Your brother is the prime suspect in a murder investigation, we want him in for questioning."
Bosco felt his chest tighten. He knew Christopher well enough to know that look he had was serious.
"What?"
"Not that I have to tell you any details, but Glen Forest was found dead in the parking lot of the Palace early this morning. A broken beer bottle through his throat. Michael prints are all over it and he was witnessed breaking the beer bottle and threatening the man with it, only hours before."
"Some low life is found dead in one of the shadiest places in town and you think my brother did it. Ever occur to you he was framed." Bosco knew Mikey couldn't kill somebody not that way anyway. Self defense maybe but to jab a broken beer bottle in the guys throat, never.
"No actually it didn't. Thought it was just something you Boscorelli's were capable of."
"Go to hell." Bosco said as he went to shut his door but Christophers hand stopped it just inches from it clicking shut. He tried to nudge his way into Bosco's apartment.
"What do you think you are doing." Bosco demanded as he stepped in Christophers way.
"Just thought I'd take a look around, You wouldn't mind would you?"
Bosco felt like punching that smug smile off of his face but knew better. Christopher would love to haul him in on an assault charge and any other day he might risk it but he couldn't leave Faith.
"You have a warrant?" Bosco asked.
Christopher remained silent.
"Thought so. Don't come back until you do." Bosco slammed the door shut. A small thud was heard as it hit Christopher. A smile spread across Bosco's face when he heard Christopher begin to swear.
Bosco knew that under regular circumstances there was no way to get a warrant to search his place, but this was Christopher and nothing would stop him if it meant getting at Bosco. He's be back in no time with a warrant so he had to think fast. There was nothing in the apartment to tie Mikey to ever being there, but Faith was there and she couldn't be found yet. He had to move her and keep her safe. He'd worry about Mikey later. He was a big boy always got himself in and out of trouble before, He could handle this one on his own for awhile.
He went back to his bedroom. Faith was still asleep. He grabbed a duffel bag from the bottom of his closet and started piling clothes into it, enough to last him and Faith for a few days. Then he went over the room and took anything that would show Faith or anyone else had been there, When he was done he went to wake Faith. He hated to do it but they had to get out of there.
He gently touched her shoulder, "Faith...Faith wake up."
Her eyes slowly opened and blinked a couple times at the light. She saw the look in his eyes and sat up quickly.
"What's wrong?..Are they coming back?" She asked panicked.
Bosco winced at her question. He hated that the first thing that would come in her mind would be the ones that took her. "Nothings wrong Faith" He said reassuringly as possible. " I just want to move you some place where there is less chance of anyone seeing you."
"Bosco."
Bosco sighed, "Mikey's in some kind of trouble and he's probably going to have cops over here. Can't risk you being found unless you've changed your mind?" He finished hopefully.
She started shaking her head, "No Bos not yet. Not yet, I can't"
"It's okay Faith, I wont let anyone find you." He said reassuringly and held out his hand. "Lets go."
Faith grabbed his hand and allowed herself to get pulled up. She put her feet on the floor and began to stand when she was over taken by dizziness and nausea. She grabbed his shoulder with her other arm so she was facing him now. She had her head bent down. "Bos I don't feel so good." She whispered. "I'm cold." She said, her teeth almost chattering.
Bosco grabbed the comforter off of the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"Better?"
She nodded and grabbed the blanket and held it closer. She wobbled a little, Bosco put his arm around her waist to steady her. She looked up at him and gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you Bos, for everything." He just smiled back and then slowly began leading her out of the bedroom.
~*~*~*~
The car was parked in an ally not far from the station and firehouse. Faith was laying in the back seat, wrapped up in the blanket still shaking from being cold. Bosco had the windows rolled up tight and the heater blaring but it didn't seem to be making a difference. Bosco was getting more and more worried about her. It was a beautiful day outside and it was unbearably hot in the car but she still complained of being cold, her skin was clammy and pale and she was beginning to complain of nausea. She would let out painful moans every once in while as she tossed and turned. He should take her to the hospital, he knew that but he had promised her and he would keep that promise. Instead he had another idea, one that he could help Faith and not break his promise, that was the reason he was parked here, taking the chance of being seen by anyone at the station.
He waited and waited and finally he saw her. He went to open his door but first he told Faith he would be right back, she hadn't really noticed what he said but nodded in agreement with him. Bosco left the car and began walking up to Kim. Bosco had thought about this and he had decided that Kim was his best bet. Doc was to by the book, Carlos had a big mouth, Alex was going out with Davis and he didn't want to interfear with that so that left Kim. He walked over to her just before she reached the firehouse.
"Hey Kim, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"What's up?"
"I need a favor."
Kim just stood there and nodded for him to continue.
"I need something to take away some serious withdrawal symptoms."
"What?" She asked not sure she heard correctly.
"It's ....It's my brother, he's in trouble and he's trying to kick it but it's to hard on him. He needs some help."
"Why not take him to the hospital, run him through detox?"
"Can't do that. The cops want him. He just needs to get clean then he'll turn himself in...Please Kim."
Kim could see the urgency and fear in Bosco's eyes and even though she knew better and knew it was putting her job on the line she decided to help him. "I can't get anything that strong, The best I'll be able to do is get something to curb the cravings, and just take the symptoms down a notch, they will still be bad."
"That's fine, anything that helps a bit please."
"Okay I'll see what I can do but it'd going to take me awhile. Meet me later?"
Bosco felt a relief wash over him, "Yeah sure, Thank you."
She touched his shoulder and smiled, "don't mention it. I'll call you when I get something."
~*~*~*~*~
Bosco opened the door to a small house. He flicked on the lights and then let Faith walk in. The motion of walking from the car to the house had set off her stomach, "Bos I'm going to be sick."
"Third door on your left." He told her as he pointed down the hallway.
Some how she made it to the bathroom with out falling or getting sick until she got there. Bosco soon came in with a lass of water. He handed it to her.
"thanks"
She sat back against the bathtub and pulled the blanket closer around her again to keep warm. Bosco sat down next to her resting against the tub also.
"Where are we?" she asked never before seeing this place.
Bosco smiled, "It's Grams."
"I didn't know you still had a grandma."
"Oh I don't. Grams is this old lady that lived in the same apartment building when I was a kid." He got a lost look in his eyes like he was remembering something. "She'd take care of me and Mikey...looked after us after dad would...anyway she spoiled us rotten, always had something for us. She was great. I kept in touch with her all these years. She asked me to house sit while she's visiting her son. Says nothing better then having an actual cop watching the house." he grinned.
Faith just nodded and smiled, she didn't know if she should ask any more questions. She knew about Bosco's childhood and the pain it caused him to remember it. So even though it was obvious that "Grams" was a good memory she didn't want to risk brining up any other ones that might tie into it so she left it alone.
Without any warning she lunged forward and started getting sick again. She felt Bosco pull her hair away from her face and gently rub her back. When she was finished, he handed her the glass of water. He always surprised her. She might be feeling like hell and scared to death but he could always make her feel better, make her feel safe. She was glad that Mikey had found her and brought her to him. How could she have been so stupid to think he would turn his back on her?
Again she leaned back not trusting herself to stand just yet, she still felt sick. Her chest tightened as she prepared herself to ask the next question and wait for the answer.
"Have you seen Fred and the kids?"
"I saw the kids just a couple of days ago, health wise they are doing great but they miss you Faith, they are so worried that you wont ever come back. They have this look in their eyes....it's haunting." He didn't sugar coat it or trying making it easier for her to hear maybe if she knew the truth she would allow him to take her in.
She shook off the image she had in her head of the kids, her being missing was still better then them seeing her like this, shaking, throwing up and needing another fix so bad it was undescribable. "...and Fred?"
Bosco sighed it didn't seem to be working. "I talk to him every day. He calls and checks in every night after work to see if we have anything."
"Have you talked to him today?" she asked worried.
Bosco shook his head, "no and I'm not looking forward to when I do...I can't lie to him Faith, You should see him he's worried sick, he's not eating, he barely gets any sleep, He's a wreck."
"Bosco you can't..."
"How am I suppose to tell him I know nothing and make him and those kids go another night thinking the worst Faith? How? When all I have to say is that you are fine and you're safe and you're home."
"No Bosco, You can't!"
"Faith please just..."
"NO!" she stood up and headed for the front door still shaky on her feet. "You tell him and I'm gone Bos and I won't come back, I wont"
"Bosco just not yet ok, not till I'm better. You don't know him like I do, he wont understand I know he wont."
"What's there to understand Faith? You were kidnapped and forced to take drugs, end of story. You being home is all that matters."
She shook her head and sadly said, "It's not that simple."
Bosco wondered what she meant by that.
"Promise me you wont say anything?"
"Yeah Faith, I promise...I won't say a word"
He walked up to her and gave her a hug leaning his head on hers to try to comfort her. He would always promise her anything no matter what it meant for him. She always came first. Always had and he figured probably always would. A cold dark night a couple years back had proven that.