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Rating: PG-13

Summary: Will events in someone's past build up, causing a series of bad choices and a downhill struggle?

Chapter: Two

Behind Blue Eyes: Chapter Two

Bosco knew he wouldn't get any sleep that night. He wanted more than anything to be at his mother's bedside but that wasn't possible, since his father seemed to slip into the void of "caring" for her, though Bosco knew there was something more complex to what Anthony was doing.

Instead of going home he camped out a little ways down the hall from room 209 where his mother was, out of site from his father but still close enough to keep an eye out for anything or anyone suspicious. With everything that had happened in the past month Bosco didn't care if he seemed obsessive compulsive about it. The more he worried about her the better, because he didn't want to lose her either.

He stared down at his watch. It was 2:45 in the morning, and he hadn't slept a wink. What was new, it was like a nightly ritual for him not to get any rest nowadays. He shifted his weight in his chair, looking down the long corridor of the hospital, wishing his father would leave, out of their lives like he did before.

Closing his eyes, he felt the burning sensation from his shoulder as he moved, the wound now showing pain from the earlier gunfire that erupted throughout the hospital. He had taken some medicine to dull the pain, but it seemed to have worn off. His attention was then led down the hall, to room 209 where a door slowly creaked open, and a small luminous lamp showed through the cracks. Bosco slowly sat up, still trying to stay out of view. It was his father, and he was leaving the room finally. Bosco had no idea where he was going or what he was doing, but now was his chance to go see his mother, even if she was asleep.

He then thought about it. What if he followed his father? Maybe it would open up some kind of opportunity, to maybe see what his father was up to. Maybe his father wasn't even in any of this, and he actually had some feelings, though Bosco knew it was highly unlikely.

Bosco slowly stood up from the small chair he had been sitting in for over an hour, and stayed a good distance behind his father, hoping whatever he was doing would have a good effect. He ran his hands down the smooth wall as his father turned a corner towards the elevators. Bosco peered around; glancing at the number to the floor his father was going to. He was headed to the basement, where the cafeteria was located. Bosco quickly ran to the staircase where he ran down flights of stairs from the second floor down to the basement. He looked through a small glass window of the door he was behind, spotting his father exiting the elevator and walking to a small coffee machine located on the far back wall of the room.

Bosco didn't know what to do. It was evident that he wasn't going to catch his father doing anything but grabbing a bite to eat. Should he confront him about what he said earlier? Now there was no one around to stop them if he did. He clenched his fists, feeling them grow cold and clammy from his nerves pounding at him. He continued to stare at his father and the cocky look he had on his face as he opened up the New York Times paper he had in his possession and sat down to his coffee and donut.

Anthony looked up from his paper when he felt someone tug on it. "What in the hell do you want?" He sipped on his black coffee and sat the mug down hard on the table in front of him.

Bosco arched his eyebrow as he sat down across from him. He then looked at his watch and made a clicking sound with his tongue, trying to play this whole situation cool. "So, there's no one to interrupt us now, dad." He stared at Anthony, giving him a cold, blank stare.

Anthony folded up the paper and slapped it down on the table. "I guess I have to repeat myself for you. What do you want?"

Bosco looked around the cafeteria. There was a small group of nurses at a far table, another man adjacent to them who was staring at his food but didn't seem interested in eating it, and the cooks. "I want to know why you gave Mikey up for that reward. I mean, did you need the money so bad that you gave up your own son for it?" He then hesitated, watching the man sitting by himself. "Oh wait, I forgot. We are talking about you. I guess it isn't that far fetched now is it?" His voice was full of sarcasm as he continued to stare at his father, hoping to get some kind of rise out of him.

"You are still stuck on that reward aren't you Maurice. Here you go proving what I said earlier. When I'm right, I'm right."

Bosco popped his knuckles. "So, you can't tell me why can you? Trying to change the subject so you don't have to admit that you helped get your own son killed, now can you?"

Anthony folded his arms over his chest. "I think you are in denial."

"Is that so? And what makes you think that? You've gotta have some kind of reason why you think that."

Anthony folded a paper napkin and threw it in his plate where only a small piece of donut was left. He then leaned back in his chair, staring at his son. "You should've never let that fiery girl cop influence him to become a nark."

Bosco cocked his head to one side. "If memory serves me right I did try and stop him. I went down to the jail and told him the risks, and he said it'd be all right." He then stopped. They didn't even know who killed Mikey yet, and it might not have had anything to do with him and the ecstasy ring that they were trying to stop.

Bosco stood up. He didn't know what else to say to his father. All he did was put him down when he had the chance, and Bosco didn't need that at the moment. "I'm going to see mom. I don't want to see your ass in there until I'm gone."

Anthony flashed him one of his cocky grins. "This isn't over Maurice."

Bosco slammed the chair underneath the table. "Yeah, it is." He then turned and walked away, knowing they'd encounter each other again in the near future.

Faith saw Bosco walk into work the next day with dark bags under his eyes to go along with the cuts and scrapes from the glass shards that had penetrated his skin. His arm was still in a sling, and she could tell it was getting on his nerves. She didn't say anything as they entered the locker room. She wanted him to say something first, just to make sure she didn't piss him off somehow.

Sully broke the ice. "So, how's your mom doing?" He lightly patted Bosco on the back as he walked by him to the sink.

Bosco looked down at his boots and kept his voice light. "She's doing fine. Doctors say she should be out of the hospital by tomorrow."

"That's good to hear." Faith really didn't know what else to say, so she kept her mouth closed.

"Truthfully, I don't want her leaving that room." Bosco stared into his locker, slowly putting on each item of clothing, eventually getting it all on.

Faith flashed him a confused look. "What do you mean?"

He stood up, putting his gun in place. "Nothing."

Sully stared at Bosco through the mirror. "Well, truthfully I think it's too soon for you to be back at work. You need to go home, get some rest and think about things."

"No, I need to find out this mess. Thanks for fathering me Sul, but you have no idea how my mind works."

After role call Bosco went to the car bombers holding cell. Maybe they had gotten some information from him, and he wanted to be one of the people that knew exactly what was going on, even if he shouldn't. He slowly walked in, flashing the man a blank stare as he got closer and closer to the metal bars he was behind.

"Hello officer." The man stammered on his words, recognizing him instantly and knowing he was pretty pissed off about the way his brother's wake had ended in such chaos.

Bosco nodded, acknowledging him. "So, what's your name?"

The man gripped the cell bars with his fists, until his knuckles turned white. "My name is Jack Wayzynski."

Bosco moved in closer to him. "Mann has your wife? And he made you drive that car into the wake yesterday?" He looked him in the eyes to see if he could catch him in some kind of lie.

Before Wayzynski could answer Swersky walked in. "What are you doing Boscorelli?" Swersky stepped in between Bosco and the cell, edging Bosco back. "What are you even doing here? I told you not to come back until you are ready, and don't stand here and tell me that you are."

Bosco leaned up against the desk that was behind him. "What good am I going to be at home? That's the last place I want to be, and I don't want to stand here and argue that with you. Trust me, the quickest way I'll be better is letting me work this."

Swersky got beside Bosco, looking him in the eyes. "This case is in good hands, you don't need to worry about it. You need to go take care of your mom." He tried to keep her voice light and cheery, hopefully so Bosco wouldn't take it the wrong way.

He pulled away, frowning. "And I don't need to listen to you either." He walked out into the hallway where he leaned his head against the wall, as images from the past month flooded his mind. His brother, pleading with him that he didn't kill Dade. Then Mikey wanting to go to travel. He opened his eyes and noticed several officers staring at him.

Faith was among the group, and she pulled him to the side. "We need to talk. Let's go to the role call room."

There wasn't much he could do, Faith was pretty powerful when it came down to it, and he didn't want to mess with arguing anyway. She was always one he could open up to, though from time to time it did feel uncomfortable. She grabbed a desk, turned it around to where it was facing another, and motioned for him to sit down across from her. Her face showed worry, and he could tell she was also demanding some answers.

"Bosco, what's going on?"

He looked around the room, then back to her. "I gotta find Mann. I've gotta solve this case."

Faith ran her hands over her ponytail. "We've got a whole department, working around the clock on this."

He licked his lips. "It'll just make me feel better if I'm in on stopping him. If I sit at home I'll just drive myself crazy." He stood up, looking down at Faith with a reassuring look on his face. "Thanks for the talk, Faith, but I'm sure I need to be here." He then walked back to where Wayzynski was.

Faith stayed at the desk for a few moments, trying to make something out of the words she had just heard. The conversation wasn't as productive as she would've liked it to be, but when was it ever when talking to Bosco. Ty interrupted her thoughts as he entered the room.

"You okay Faith?"

She looked at him through the corner of her eye, smiling. "Yeah, I just got done talking to Bosco. I tried to get him to go home, but once he gets his mind set on something, there's nothing else that matters."

Ty nodded. "I guess we should let him do what he wants before he goes off the deep end."

She stood up and walked towards the door. "I'm afraid he already has."

"Please, let me be in there when you are interrogating this guy." Bosco seemed to be begging to Swersky about it. "I won't say anything, I just need to be in there."

Swersky shook his head no. "We are releasing him. He's told us what he knows, Mann does have his wife, and we can't hold him any longer."

Bosco's eyes widened. "What do you mean you can't hold him? He ran his car through my brother's wake!" He looked down at the floor. "If you can't hold him on that then what can you do?"

Swersky pulled Bosco to the side. "Bosco! We can't hold him! He was being held hostage! He gave us the information he knows; maybe we can get Mann from that. Until then you need to settle down before I suspend you!"

Bosco kicked the wall. "That really is fucked up, Lieu. He messes up Mikey's wake and gets a slap on the wrist, regardless of him being held hostage. He could be lying for all we know."

"I suggest you get out to your RMP before I do something we'll both regret." Swersky's face was red with anger; he couldn't believe how Bosco was acting.

At 12:30 his body was found. Wayzynski was found in a trash barrel exactly the way Michael Boscorelli was found, his head gone, his limbs tore to pieces and a hand left laying near the body.

Jelly called Swersky first once he found the results of who the body was. "Lieu, the body comes to be Jack Wayzynski."

Swersky's stomach jolted from the words he heard. "Okay, thanks Jelly." He hung up the phone and walked into the room where Bosco and Faith were working on paperwork.

Faith looked up, noticing his distraught look. "What's up Lieu?"

"They found Wayzynski dead in a trash barrel off of Third Avenue."

TBC….