Author's notes: I hope this fic still seems realistic to you. Some stuff I address might seem quick, but I'm trying to keep it flowing and interesting! Thanks for all the wonderful replies from this story too, you guys are what keeps my muse going. Can't thank you enough.
Summary: Will the determination of one man send him over the top?
Rating: PG-13
Chapter: Three
Disclaimer: Still don't own them and still doing this only for FUN!
Behind Blue Eyes: Chapter Three
Bosco's stomach dropped. Wayzynski was dead? He was their only true key witness, since he claimed to be a hostage. Bosco stood up, dropping the files that were placed on his desk, sending them everywhere. "Shit." He bent over, picking them up.
Swersky watched on. "You okay Bosco?"
He nodded as he placed the sloppy mess back on his desk. "Lieu, can I talk to you in your office?"
Swersky looked down at Faith and back up at Bosco. "Okay, I'll be right there."
Bosco felt sick when he waited on Swersky. He wasn't sure why he felt this way, but it wasn't normal. He was distracted from his thinking when Swersky walked in, sitting down behind his desk, and motioning for Bosco to sit down. Bosco's legs felt week as he sat down, his palms sweating from the butterflies in his stomach.
"What is it you want to tell me?" Swersky crossed his arms over his chest as he waited, wanting to know exactly what was going on.
Bosco looked around the room, then straight into Swersky's eyes. "Lieu, how was he killed?" He leaned back in his chair taking deep breaths, knowing this situation would only get worse.
Swersky stared back at Bosco for a short moment, then answered. "You probably don't want to hear this, but he was found killed just like your brother was."
Bosco closed his eyes and contemplated the words that just hit him. "Lieu, let me help the detectives with this case. It's the least I can do, but I gotta be a part of it. Please."
"I don't know if that's a good idea. I don't know if you are emotionally stable to do this, with your family being involved."
Bosco stood up, his anger flaring. "I think it'd be smart. I know I can solve this." He turned around, slamming the door behind him. This wasn't good news. Even if Swersky didn't let him work with the detectives he'd do it on his own. There was no stopping him now.
He headed back to the locker room to change into his civvies and visit his mother in the hospital. Faith was there, almost ready to leave when she saw him. "Boz, is everything okay?" She just thought it was weird that he didn't want her there when he talked to Swersky.
He nodded as he opened up his locker, tossing his shirt in. "I'm headed to see my mother if you want to come." He actually wanted someone there with him, and if anyone wanted to come, he preferred it being Faith.
She sat by him on the bench, giving him a light smile. "I really should be getting home. Call me later if you want, tell me how she's doing."
He didn't look up from his boots as he tied them. "Okay."
He entered the ER and Proctor spotted him immediately. "I thought you might want to know that Cruz is conscious now. She came out of surgery just fine."
Bosco nodded, "That's good." His mind wasn't on Cruz right now though; she was the last thing on his mind. He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell his mother about another person being murdered like her son, it might hurt her even more.
He walked in her room, thankful that his father wasn't there at the moment. Bosco sat down beside her on the bed, grabbing her hand and squeezing it. "Hey ma." He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead, and then looked up at the TV.
Bosco ran his hands together as he was faced with telling his mother the news. He didn't even have to say anything because Rose chimed in right on cue like a good mother always does. "Maurice, what's bothering you?"
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Nothing." He just couldn't come out and tell her, it just didn't seem right. He hated bringing up Mikey's death to her.
"Don't lie to me. I can tell."
He stared down at the floor. He knew she'd keep prying until he did tell her, so he might as well get it out now and not make it such a hassle. "Ma, they found that guy that drove through Mikey's wake dead. The same way.." He paused, looking down into his mother's eyes. "The same way they found Mikey."
"Oh my God. Is it tied together?"
Bosco ran his hands over the back of his head, standing up and pacing back and forth at the end of her bed. "They don't know yet, but I think it is. There's somebody out there that wants me dead, and he's targeting others to get to me."
A tear ran down Rose's cheek. "Why is this happening Maurice?" She grabbed his hand and held it tightly as tears flowed like rivers down her cheeks. "I just want my life to go back to normal. We don't deserve this."
Bosco couldn't hold his tears in. Each tear that fell made his heartache with pain from what his mother was going through. She was right, they did not deserve this, but there was nothing they could do about it. He reached down and hugged her tightly.
"Ma, stop crying. It'll be okay. I'll find who is doing this. I'll put a stop to it."
Rose hugged him tighter. "Stay safe for me Maurice. Be smart. I can't lose you either."
After visiting his mother, Bosco did not want to go back to his cold apartment. He almost stayed at the hospital with his Rose, but he hated hospitals and she was asleep anyway. He walked up to his car, staring down at it, deciding whether or not he should get in it or not. He looked down the long, dark street, finally coming to the conclusion that he needed to go on a long walk.
He started down the street, not sure where he was going. He'd just let his feet carry him wherever they wanted to go. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't eat, and it was too painful to be around anyone at the moment.
The New York air was a cool 55 degrees, with partly cloudy skies. He looked up at the moon that had cloud rings around it, almost looking haunting like out of an old scary movie.
He passed parts of Central Park and walked past the apartment complex where Mikey used to live with his father. He didn't spot his father's car anywhere, so he knew he wasn't home. "Probably off getting drunk," Bosco spoke aloud as he passed by, headed somewhere else.
His next stop was the place he and Mikey would go when their home life wasn't so pleasant. It was the place Mikey hid when he was being blamed for murdering Dade. He walked up to the small gate, pushing it open with his foot. He walked up the small dirt drive and into the white brick shelter. Flashbacks of Mikey erupted in his mind as he walked up to the small area where he had found Mikey not long ago, scared and confused about the whole situation.
He could practically see Mikey standing there in front of him. He rubbed his eyes, but an image of Mikey as a young child passed before his eyes, then him as a troubled young man. He turned away, going to the top of the shelter, and sitting on the edge over the water where he'd spent many of his childhood nights hugging Mikey, telling him everything would be all right.
Staring out at the New York skyline, more tears began to fall from his face. More images flooded his mind of he and Mikey when he was 10 and Mikey was 8. That was their hardest year. That year was when Anthony was on his biggest warpath with their mother, and they'd spent many nights out here, staring out at the harbor.
Tears continued to flow down his face. He was crying so hard that his voice let out a whimper. He then looked up at the sky. He wasn't much of a praying man, but now seemed like a fine time to talk to God.
"God, why did you take Mikey from my mother? He was a confused kid that needed help. That's all he needed was your help." He paused, not sure why he was doing this. "Just so you know, I hate you. Where are you when we need you the most? You seem to cause more pain than anything else."
He stood up, wiping off his wet face and walking back down the dirt road. He looked back at the area, hoping this would be his last time to visit it.
The next day at work Bosco didn't say much. All he wanted to do was work the case with Jelly and the other detectives, but that seemed to be asking too much for Swersky, a man that had seemed more annoying than usual lately to Bosco.
"Sergeant Cruz made it out of surgery last night. She's doing okay; she just won't be on the job for a while. I suggest you guys go see her, let her know she has our support." Swersky stacked up some papers as he spoke to his officers, glancing at Bosco and knowing he wasn't level headed today. "You are dismissed. Eyes and ears open out there."
He stopped Bosco as he approached the exit, grabbing his shoulder. "Bosco, I'm going to let you and Faith work with Jelly today on this case."
Bosco's eyes lit up. "Are you serious?"
Swersky nodded. "Just don't make me regret this."
Bosco nodded. "I don't want to push my luck or anything but what made you change your mind about this?"
"I talked to Jelly about it. We both seem to think that since you are so determined to find this guy that you might actually solve this faster than anyone else in the department can. I'm trusting you on this, and Faith is going to follow to keep you in line." He winked. "Now get out there."
"Thanks Lieu." This was the best news he had heard in a very long time.
Bosco sat at a desk across from Jelly as he spoke on the phone. He looked over at Faith; glad she could come along and help out. "Thanks for doing this Faith."
She nodded. "Anytime I have a chance to wear street clothes on the job I'm a happy camper." She gave out a small laugh.
Bosco walked over to the white board where Jelly had neatly placed crime scene photos from both murders. It was quite weird seeing the name 'Boscorelli' under murder photos, but he chose to work this, and he was going to prove he'd do a good job.
Both bodies looked almost identical in the way they were handled. The trash barrel they were found in looked as if it were in the same place also. He turned and looked at Jelly, who just got off the phone. "Were they found at the same spot?"
Jelly pulled down his reading glasses. "No, but almost. They were within a block from each other."
"So what's on the agenda Jelly?" Faith drank down the rest of her coffee and tossed it in the trash.
"I need you two to go interview this Wayzynski guy's wife. Her address is right here." He handed Faith the small yellow post it.
Bosco turned from the photos. "I thought his wife was being held hostage."
Jelly shook his head no. "She was released the same day he drove through the wake. Wayzynski didn't know it at the time." He looked over his computer screen and back to Bosco. "She can be a good witness if we can get her to talk. Chances are whoever had her scared her into silence, so I hope you two can get her saying something."
Faith read over the post it. "Any information from that phone call?"
Jelly nodded. "Yeah, the M.E. found some blood on the body that she believes isn't the victims. She's going to run some tests and get it back to us later. Until then you guys go interview this lady."
Bosco smiled. "Sounds like that blood will be a big break in this case."
"Let's hope it does a lot of talking," Jelly replied as he picked up his phone, making more phone calls to numerous people.
TBC....
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