Broken Wing
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: NBC, John Wells and the WB have all the pleasure of owning "Third Watch"
Authors Note: Out of character? Maybe but let us not forget Faith is in serious withdrawals at this point (.Sorry it took so long Helena ;)
Feedback: Always very much appreciated.
Email: Wine_Into_Water@hotmail.com
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He sat on the couch drinking a cup of coffee flipping through a pamphlet Kim had given him when he met her to get the pills for Faith. There was so much he didn't know about this and he wondered why. His brother had the same problems as Faith and yet he barely blinked an eye where Mikey was concerned. Was it because he thought Mikey had brought it upon himself? Maybe he had hoped Mikey was strong enough to over come it. Hell it could have even been hidden resentment because Mikey didn't hate their father they way he did. Whatever the reason Bosco made a vow to himself to change. He would help his little brother with whatever he need, as soon as this mess was over.
He glanced at the clock. He still hadn't heard from Mikey, Which usually wouldn't bother him but Mikey had said he'd get back to him as soon as he could, and then with Christopher's accusations maybe Mikey was into something to deep.
Suddenly a small ring came from the table shaking Bosco out of his thoughts. He sighed as he took another quick glance at the clock. 'Like clockwork Fred, don't know what Faith was complaining about all these years about you always being late' He stared at the phone as it rang for a second time deciding if he should pick it up or just ignore it.
On the fourth ring he finally picked it up against his better judgment and pressed the talk button.
"Yeah"
"Boscorelli what took you so long?"
"I'm a cop Fred. I was busy."
"Don't pull that shit with me Bosco. You weren't on duty today. Took some personal time, so what's up?"
Bosco took a deep breath and hoped he could pull this off.
"Just needed some time."
"What about Faith? You haven't given up on her have you?"
"Fred you know I haven't" He paused before continuing. "The latest lead I have on her would be better looked into if I wasn't going in there as Officer Boscorelli."
With a note of excitement in his voice Faiths husband asked. "You think you're close to finding her?"
Toneless and distantly Bosco answered, "Yeah" He looked down the hallway to the bedroom where Faith was sleeping. "Yeah I think we're close to finding her."
Fred noticed the change in Bosco's voice, "You think she's" He paused. "You think she's dead?"
A knot formed in the pit of Bosco's stomach. His promise to Faith repeating it's self in his mind.
"No you know Faith she's a fighter, She's going to be just fine."
Bosco heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the line.
"Yeah you're right, she's going to be fine. She'll be fine."
Bosco could since the uncertainty in Fred's voice. He was trying to convince himself of the words he was saying. Bosco had done that to many times to count when Faith had been missing. It was the only thing that got him through most days.
"Look Fred, I'll bring her to you as soon as I can. I'm just going to need some more time." The guilt eating away at Bosco eased up a bit, he told Fred the truth and still kept his promise to Faith.
"I know you are doing everything you can to find her. Thank you."
The guilt came back full force but it had been a nice couple of seconds while it was gone. "I gotta go."
He clicked off the phone before he could hear anything more Fred had to say.
~*~*~*~
Faith jerked up from her nightmare, quickly looking around to figure out where she was, sure that she had never gotten away from her captures.
As she glanced around the dim room nothing seemed familiar to her and hard as she tried she couldn't piece together the last couple of days of her life.
She had felt a sudden pain in her wrist and noticed that they were both wrapped and other cuts and scrapes had been bandaged. With that it all started slowly to come back to her.
A wave of nausea over took her and she leaned over the side of the bed hoping that her memory had served her correctly and Bosco had put a basin there in case she got sick again. After she was done, she reached for the glass of water that sat on the edge of the nightstand and then rinsed her mouth.
"Bos?" She asked quietly.
"Bosco?" She asked a little louder but still nothing.
Faith put her legs over the edge of the bed and rested her feet on the soft carpet. Cringing as pain shot through her body, almost every inch of her still hurt from being tied and beaten. But the pain quickly took a back seat to the intense need that began to eat at her again.
"Damn it."
She couldn't handle this anymore. As much as she wanted to fight it she needed something and she needed it soon. The pills Bosco had gotten her barely made any difference.
Faith stood up and walked to the door listening for any sounds that might alert her to where Bosco was. She heard muffled talking but couldn't make out anything that was being said so she walked down the hall. An old floorboard creaked under her foot and she stopped hoping it hadn't drawn attention to herself. But the talking had continued so she carried on down the hallway.
Faith had almost reached the opening of the hallway to the living room when Bosco's voice finally became clearer.
"Look Fred, I'll bring her to you as soon as I can. I'm just going to need some more time."
A pause from Bosco's end indicated that the person on the other end had been talking.
"I gotta go." And Bosco quickly hung up and stared at the phone in his hand.
Faith felt her heart sink. She had honestly thought she could trust him with this but she should have known better. The only one Bosco looks out for is himself.
She stormed up to him and grabbed the phone from his hand through it across the room.
Bosco jumped up and stared at her in shock. He didn't even notice her right hand coming up until it was too late. She slapped him hard across the face.
"I trusted you!"
Bosco grabbed her hand before it fell to her side.
"Faith it's not what."
"Let go of me!"
She tried to pull her hand back but she wasn't strong enough. So she tried again with more force causing them to stumble and both fell to the hard wood floor with a loud crash as they knocked into the coffee table sending a lamp falling to the floor right along side them. Hitting Faith on upper side of her face.
Blood began to trickle from the cut the sharp edge of the lamp had caused.
"Faith you're hurt."
Faith kept struggling to get away but Bosco got on top of her and held her hands just over her head to still her.
"Faith stop it!"
Her struggling started to ease. Finally becoming still. Her eyed showed no emotion as she looked into his.
"Looks like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
"What?"
"You learn this move from your father?"
Bosco's body stiffened at the comparison
"Oh come on Bos don't get all quiet on me. You know you're liking this. Over powering a woman, controlling her by hurting her, It's in your blood."
Bosco couldn't say anything he just stared down at his best friend searching her eyes for some sign that she hadn't meant what she said. She couldn't have, she knew that he wasn't like his father that he never would be. She told him that herself. But as hard as he searched he couldn't find a single flicker that would tell him different.
Blood still trickled from her head. He looked up to his hands and saw blood showing through the bandages on her wrists. 'God what had he done?'
She raised her head as far as she could and whispered into his ear.
"You like this. You get off on hurting me."
He jumped off of her like had been burned.
"Faith I.I " He stammered.
Faith began to sit up but grabbed her side in pain.
Bosco kneeled down in a panic. "Faith are you ok?"
Her hand circled around the fallen lamp. She brought it up and crashed into the side of his head. Shattering it into pieces. Bosco's limp body fell to the floor.
"I'm doing just fine Bos, thanks for asking"
She stood up and looked down at her fallen partner, "Sorry Bos but you are so predictable."
She looked around the small house until she found his wallet and keys to his car. When she had found them Faith made her way to the back door. Stopping a minute beside Bosco making sure he was still breathing.
" I couldn't let you take me home Bosco, you promised me." And with that she headed to the back door never looking back.
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: NBC, John Wells and the WB have all the pleasure of owning "Third Watch"
Authors Note: Out of character? Maybe but let us not forget Faith is in serious withdrawals at this point (.Sorry it took so long Helena ;)
Feedback: Always very much appreciated.
Email: Wine_Into_Water@hotmail.com
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He sat on the couch drinking a cup of coffee flipping through a pamphlet Kim had given him when he met her to get the pills for Faith. There was so much he didn't know about this and he wondered why. His brother had the same problems as Faith and yet he barely blinked an eye where Mikey was concerned. Was it because he thought Mikey had brought it upon himself? Maybe he had hoped Mikey was strong enough to over come it. Hell it could have even been hidden resentment because Mikey didn't hate their father they way he did. Whatever the reason Bosco made a vow to himself to change. He would help his little brother with whatever he need, as soon as this mess was over.
He glanced at the clock. He still hadn't heard from Mikey, Which usually wouldn't bother him but Mikey had said he'd get back to him as soon as he could, and then with Christopher's accusations maybe Mikey was into something to deep.
Suddenly a small ring came from the table shaking Bosco out of his thoughts. He sighed as he took another quick glance at the clock. 'Like clockwork Fred, don't know what Faith was complaining about all these years about you always being late' He stared at the phone as it rang for a second time deciding if he should pick it up or just ignore it.
On the fourth ring he finally picked it up against his better judgment and pressed the talk button.
"Yeah"
"Boscorelli what took you so long?"
"I'm a cop Fred. I was busy."
"Don't pull that shit with me Bosco. You weren't on duty today. Took some personal time, so what's up?"
Bosco took a deep breath and hoped he could pull this off.
"Just needed some time."
"What about Faith? You haven't given up on her have you?"
"Fred you know I haven't" He paused before continuing. "The latest lead I have on her would be better looked into if I wasn't going in there as Officer Boscorelli."
With a note of excitement in his voice Faiths husband asked. "You think you're close to finding her?"
Toneless and distantly Bosco answered, "Yeah" He looked down the hallway to the bedroom where Faith was sleeping. "Yeah I think we're close to finding her."
Fred noticed the change in Bosco's voice, "You think she's" He paused. "You think she's dead?"
A knot formed in the pit of Bosco's stomach. His promise to Faith repeating it's self in his mind.
"No you know Faith she's a fighter, She's going to be just fine."
Bosco heard a sigh of relief on the other end of the line.
"Yeah you're right, she's going to be fine. She'll be fine."
Bosco could since the uncertainty in Fred's voice. He was trying to convince himself of the words he was saying. Bosco had done that to many times to count when Faith had been missing. It was the only thing that got him through most days.
"Look Fred, I'll bring her to you as soon as I can. I'm just going to need some more time." The guilt eating away at Bosco eased up a bit, he told Fred the truth and still kept his promise to Faith.
"I know you are doing everything you can to find her. Thank you."
The guilt came back full force but it had been a nice couple of seconds while it was gone. "I gotta go."
He clicked off the phone before he could hear anything more Fred had to say.
~*~*~*~
Faith jerked up from her nightmare, quickly looking around to figure out where she was, sure that she had never gotten away from her captures.
As she glanced around the dim room nothing seemed familiar to her and hard as she tried she couldn't piece together the last couple of days of her life.
She had felt a sudden pain in her wrist and noticed that they were both wrapped and other cuts and scrapes had been bandaged. With that it all started slowly to come back to her.
A wave of nausea over took her and she leaned over the side of the bed hoping that her memory had served her correctly and Bosco had put a basin there in case she got sick again. After she was done, she reached for the glass of water that sat on the edge of the nightstand and then rinsed her mouth.
"Bos?" She asked quietly.
"Bosco?" She asked a little louder but still nothing.
Faith put her legs over the edge of the bed and rested her feet on the soft carpet. Cringing as pain shot through her body, almost every inch of her still hurt from being tied and beaten. But the pain quickly took a back seat to the intense need that began to eat at her again.
"Damn it."
She couldn't handle this anymore. As much as she wanted to fight it she needed something and she needed it soon. The pills Bosco had gotten her barely made any difference.
Faith stood up and walked to the door listening for any sounds that might alert her to where Bosco was. She heard muffled talking but couldn't make out anything that was being said so she walked down the hall. An old floorboard creaked under her foot and she stopped hoping it hadn't drawn attention to herself. But the talking had continued so she carried on down the hallway.
Faith had almost reached the opening of the hallway to the living room when Bosco's voice finally became clearer.
"Look Fred, I'll bring her to you as soon as I can. I'm just going to need some more time."
A pause from Bosco's end indicated that the person on the other end had been talking.
"I gotta go." And Bosco quickly hung up and stared at the phone in his hand.
Faith felt her heart sink. She had honestly thought she could trust him with this but she should have known better. The only one Bosco looks out for is himself.
She stormed up to him and grabbed the phone from his hand through it across the room.
Bosco jumped up and stared at her in shock. He didn't even notice her right hand coming up until it was too late. She slapped him hard across the face.
"I trusted you!"
Bosco grabbed her hand before it fell to her side.
"Faith it's not what."
"Let go of me!"
She tried to pull her hand back but she wasn't strong enough. So she tried again with more force causing them to stumble and both fell to the hard wood floor with a loud crash as they knocked into the coffee table sending a lamp falling to the floor right along side them. Hitting Faith on upper side of her face.
Blood began to trickle from the cut the sharp edge of the lamp had caused.
"Faith you're hurt."
Faith kept struggling to get away but Bosco got on top of her and held her hands just over her head to still her.
"Faith stop it!"
Her struggling started to ease. Finally becoming still. Her eyed showed no emotion as she looked into his.
"Looks like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
"What?"
"You learn this move from your father?"
Bosco's body stiffened at the comparison
"Oh come on Bos don't get all quiet on me. You know you're liking this. Over powering a woman, controlling her by hurting her, It's in your blood."
Bosco couldn't say anything he just stared down at his best friend searching her eyes for some sign that she hadn't meant what she said. She couldn't have, she knew that he wasn't like his father that he never would be. She told him that herself. But as hard as he searched he couldn't find a single flicker that would tell him different.
Blood still trickled from her head. He looked up to his hands and saw blood showing through the bandages on her wrists. 'God what had he done?'
She raised her head as far as she could and whispered into his ear.
"You like this. You get off on hurting me."
He jumped off of her like had been burned.
"Faith I.I " He stammered.
Faith began to sit up but grabbed her side in pain.
Bosco kneeled down in a panic. "Faith are you ok?"
Her hand circled around the fallen lamp. She brought it up and crashed into the side of his head. Shattering it into pieces. Bosco's limp body fell to the floor.
"I'm doing just fine Bos, thanks for asking"
She stood up and looked down at her fallen partner, "Sorry Bos but you are so predictable."
She looked around the small house until she found his wallet and keys to his car. When she had found them Faith made her way to the back door. Stopping a minute beside Bosco making sure he was still breathing.
" I couldn't let you take me home Bosco, you promised me." And with that she headed to the back door never looking back.