Author's Notes: First off I've gotta say SORRY for taking so long on this chapter. I was out of town for a while and FINALLY got my muse to wake up again to get this chapter out! Thanks for keeping interest in this, I appreciate it so much.
Rating: PG-13, though –some- strong language is in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Still don't own them, and this is only for entertainment purposes only!
Feedback: Keep up with the feedback guys! Without you this story would be a dead end and a disaster! Can't thank you enough!
Chapter Four
Rain. It was everywhere. The New York area had a flood warning, with an 80 percent chance of more rain to come for the remainder of the day and onto in the evening. Bright flashes of lightning flashed across the sky with the rumble of thunder to follow. Gray clouds covered the horizon, haunting the tall skyline with the threat of severe weather.
Bosco stared up at the sky, dodging some cold raindrops that hit him in the face. "Perfect, rainy weather to fit my mood. Should I take this as some kind of sign that today won't be so good?" He stared at Faith who shook her head as she fumbled with an umbrella whose latches just were not cooperating with her at the moment.
He couldn't help but let out a small, faint laugh from his parted lips. "You know Faith, you'll get that opened by the time we get to the car. Maybe it's you that's in for a bad day."
She briefly looked up from the crème colored cloth, not even wanting to acknowledge what he said to her. "Just mind your own business, Boz. Be thinking about how the hell we are going to get Jan Wayzynski to tell us who this man is that is doing this crap." She hesitated as she walked to the passenger seat of her car, already drenched from the rainfall, and having failed at opening her umbrella. "Why are you being pessimistic today? You got what you wanted with working this case and all."
He shrugged as he got in, not really sure why. It was just a gut feeling he was having. Most rainy days were like that, dreary and full of crazy people, freaking out from the moisture that had been falling from the sky.
Jan Wayzynski's home was located in Willow Hill Apartments by Battery Park. The outside of the place looked like the owners wanted it to, as a small country club that only allowed certain members in, pertaining to class and the amount of money in your wallet or checking account.
The inside wasn't as promising. Trashcans were placed down each hallway, catching water that dripped slowly from cracks and crevices in the roof, where repairs needed to be made, but weren't. Lights flickered on and off, in much need of being replaced with new light bulbs. Fighting spouses could be heard from behind each doorway, like an insane asylum on it's worst day.
Bosco glanced down at the post it where Jelly had sloppily written the address and back up at each room number, hoping they'd soon reach her apartment. "How could someone live like this?" He ran his hand down the wall, feeling the moisture from the humidity and rain that was taking place outside.
"I don't know, but the health department should know about it", Faith replied as she took a deep breath, reaching the apartment of their destination. She lightly knocked twice, hoping Jan would at least answer the door.
A small voice could be heard, almost too light to even hear. "Who is it?"
"It's NYPD. We are just here to ask a few questions and then we'll be gone", Faith spoke into the door she whoever it was on the other side could hear her.
"Sh..Show me your badges." The female person stuttered on her words. It was evident that she was nervous of what was going on, but who wouldn't be after being held hostage?
Bosco reached for his that was around his neck on a silver chain, and Faith followed. They flashed them at the small peephole she was looking out of. "Ma'am, it'll just be a few minutes." Bosco began to grow agitated, but he knew he had to be patient about this.
The door slowly opened but the chain lock was still intact. The lady peaked through. "Can I help you?" Her voice was shaking along with her whole body from her fear. "I'm really not seeing anyone right now."
"Are you Jan Wayzynski?" Bosco looked through the crack, trying to make out the surroundings in the vicinity of the apartment. He looked at Faith. "This is my partner, Officer Yokas and I'm Officer Boscorelli." He tried to keep his voice as light as he could to keep her as calm as possible, though he wasn't sure if that was possible.
She backed away from the door, her eyes wide. "Why aren't you in uniforms if you are cops? Are those fake badges?"
Faith shook her head no. "Ma'am, we are here to help you. We want to catch whoever did this to you and your family, and the only way we can is if you open this door and let us help you."
Tears began to fall from the ladies eyes as her body shook. "I can't trust anyone anymore. I can't trust anyone anymore!" She slammed the door in their faces, refusing to even open the door all the way.
Bosco ran his hands over his hair, taking a deep breath. "We'll eventually need to get in there, you know that right?"
Faith nodded as she dialed her cell phone, hoping Jelly would answer. The phone ran about 8 times before she heard someone on the other end. "Jelly, this is Yokas. We came to Wayzynski's home but she is refusing to even open the door for us. She's scared out of her mind."
Jelly remained quiet. "What is it Jelly?" Faith knew something wasn't right by the way he was acting. Usually he was talkative and had some kind of smart-ass wit to fire back at her, but not this time.
"Yokas, you need to be on your toes. Bring Boscorelli back to the station house without letting him know what's going on."
Faith looked over at Bosco, who was pacing back and forth, scoping out the home establishment. "What do you mean? What's going on?" Her heart began to beat out of her chest and her palms grew cold and clammy. She was extremely confused.
Jelly took a deep, heavy sigh that rattled down deep into his chest. "Just do this Faith. Act normal, and you drive. Don't let him out of your site."
Faith's eyes widened. "Okay." She flipped the face of her phone down and watched Bosco closely. Act normal? Yeah right, here they were telling her to be careful around her partner and best friend, and not tell her why. Yeah, that's a totally normal situation for someone. She wiped her hands on her jeans, hoping some of the sweat would go away. She kept a straight face, feeling her pulse burst out of her neck and forehead. Her knees felt weak as she walked towards him. "Boz, Jelly wants us back at the station."
He turned and looked at her, arching his left eyebrow. "Why? We need to go re-canvas the crime scene."
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him what Jelly had said, but she didn't do it. What if Bosco had gone crazy? Anything was possible after all of the shit he had been through. "I think they found out some vital information out from the M.E. and he wants us there to hear it." She knew her response sounded rehearsed but maybe it would work.
"Okay. Maybe while we are there we can report this shit hole." He pulled the keys out of his pocket, tossing them back and forth from his right hand to left hand. Faith watched on. Everything he did seemed to be in slow motion to her, and she wanted to be in possession of those keys.
"Boz let me drive." She sped up the pace of her walk, catching up to him.
He continued to toss the keys back and forth. "It's raining Faith."
She flashed a fake smile. "Your point being?"
"You hate to drive in the rain. Why the hell do you want the keys?"
Her stomach dropped. He was so good at detecting when something didn't seem right, and now he was on top of his game. "Boz just let me drive. I feel like driving for some reason."
Bosco tossed the keys one last time and handed them to her. "Suit yourself. I want to make it back to the house alive."
When they entered the front doors of the precinct they were greeted by two men in suits, Jelly, and Lieutenant Swersky. Bosco and Faith stopped shortly of them, both wanting to know what was going on.
Swersky's face was serious as he stared at them, almost full of sorrow for what was going on. Jelly crossed his arms over his chest as if he was anticipating what was going on, like this was some type of game for him.
Bosco broke the silence. "What's going on Lieu?" He knew it wasn't good. Not when men in fancy suits were present in front of them. "What did we do this time?" He watched everyone's facial expressions, but not a one of them cracked. They remained solemn, making him more nervous than ever.
The bigger man located on Bosco's left stepped forward grabbing his arm. "Officer Boscorelli, you need to come with us." His voice was deep and raspy, causing Faith's heart to skip a beat.
Bosco jerked away quickly, getting out of his grasp. "Fuck no! You tell me what's going on first!"
The man was faster than Bosco even thought, and he quickly grabbed him again, pulling him in the other direction. He didn't speak a word as they walked up the stairs and into Swersky's office, where the door and blinds were shut. No one could hear what was going on, or even see it.
Faith watched from the first floor, wishing she knew what was going on. She walked up the steps, almost wanting to throw up. Did Bosco do something horribly wrong? She slowly walked by the door, but couldn't hear even a peep out of it. "Shit" was all she muttered as she went to the role call room, knowing Bosco was right about today. It was a bad day, for both of them.
Bosco felt the bile in the back of his throat rise as he sat down, feeling the presence of the suits behind him, and Lieu in front of him at his desk. Swersky slowly sat down, folding his hands in front of him, remaining to act the way he did. Bosco licked his lips, looking around. He tried to recall what he had done in the past few days to be in trouble, but nothing came up in his memory.
The smaller man stepped forward, looking down at Bosco like he was scum off of the street. "Office Maurice Boscorelli, you are under arrest for the murder of Jake Wayzynski. You have the right.."
Before the man could even continue to read Bosco his rights Bosco stood up, his anger flaring. "What the FUCK IS GOING ON? Murder? Where the FUCK did you guys get that BULLSHIT FROM!?" Bosco didn't know what to do, but pace back and forth before the larger man pulled his arms behind his back and slapped handcuffs on his wrists.
"You will settle down, or we will add to those charges." The man spoke in his ear, his hot breath stinging Bosco's skin.
Bosco felt an anxiety attack coming on so he sat down, trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes and swallowed, hoping that his stomach wouldn't give out and he'd puke all over the place. His hands began to shake; he could feel them behind his back. "Lieu, I didn't murder him! How could you guys even think that?"
Swersky stood up. It was obvious he was upset about this whole situation. "Officer Boscorelli, we can say no more to you."
Bosco's face showed confusion. "Why are you talking to me like you don't even know me? It's me Lieu, it's me!" His voice began to rise again. In this situation he was so angry and scared that his mind was running one hundred miles a minute. Tears flowed down from his eyes, not because he was sad but because he was so stressed and angry that the tears were the only thing his body would actually allow him to do.
The grip of the Suit on his arms was so tight from holding him that his arms grew numb. Lieu didn't want to answer Bosco because it would put his job in harm's way, but even if Bosco did do this, he for some reason wanted to help him. He motioned for them to take him away. He couldn't take much more of this.
On the way out of the office doors they began to read his rights to him again, this time in front of Bosco's fellow co-workers. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford one, one will be provided for you..."
Bosco suddenly blanked them out, and stared at Faith, Sully and Davis who watched on. They stared on like kids watching a freak show. Bosco knew what his destination was. A holding cell in the city jail until they could sort this out and get him a lawyer. All he could think to say to Faith before they exited was, "Call my mother." With those last words he was taken away, and Faith wanted to follow but knew she couldn't.
She immediately went to Swersky's office and knocked on the door. "Lieu, what's going on with Bosco?" She was so upset that her eyes were red and swollen from tears forming on her tear ducts.
"He's under arrest for breaking the law, and that's all I can tell you."
Faith stared at him, and then exited his door. She had to get to the bottom of this, and figure this out, for the sake of Bosco, and for her. Something just didn't seem right to her.
TBC.....
Aussie: It's fabamadooni! Well you are fabamadooni also! Haha! Thanks girley, I'm glad you think I'm a fab writer, cause you are a fab friend! Hehe! Thanks for reading too, I appreciate it!
Shadow Warrior: This chapter above proved that didn't it? Just wait and see where this story goes before you frown! LOL, let's just say there are more twists and turns to come along!
Jenna: Woohoo, you are keeping interest in this story!! I hope I can continue to keep the ride fun, because no one likes a boring one right! Sorry I kept you waiting so long for more, but sometimes it happens. Thanks for your support, it means a lot!
LULU: I'm glad you think I can relate to Bosco by the way I write! It's every writer's dream to know exactly how a character is, inside and out and with your positive enthusiasm I think it has helped me. So you think it should be in a Third Watch book too huh? Wouldn't that be awesome to have such a book as that? I'm glad I'm also keeping it real for ya! Another writer's dream! Thanks again!!
FaithLoveAndPennyCandy: Hopefully I'm answering –some- of the questions you have. If not you'll know soon enough, hehe! Thanks so much for –all- of your support and replies you have given me, and thanks for keeping interest. You are helping me out more than you can imagine.
Ending A/N: Hopefully my next chapter won't take as long, but I will be going out of town again for another week, so be patient! I haven't given up on this story! Thanks again to EVERYONE!
Rating: PG-13, though –some- strong language is in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Still don't own them, and this is only for entertainment purposes only!
Feedback: Keep up with the feedback guys! Without you this story would be a dead end and a disaster! Can't thank you enough!
Chapter Four
Rain. It was everywhere. The New York area had a flood warning, with an 80 percent chance of more rain to come for the remainder of the day and onto in the evening. Bright flashes of lightning flashed across the sky with the rumble of thunder to follow. Gray clouds covered the horizon, haunting the tall skyline with the threat of severe weather.
Bosco stared up at the sky, dodging some cold raindrops that hit him in the face. "Perfect, rainy weather to fit my mood. Should I take this as some kind of sign that today won't be so good?" He stared at Faith who shook her head as she fumbled with an umbrella whose latches just were not cooperating with her at the moment.
He couldn't help but let out a small, faint laugh from his parted lips. "You know Faith, you'll get that opened by the time we get to the car. Maybe it's you that's in for a bad day."
She briefly looked up from the crème colored cloth, not even wanting to acknowledge what he said to her. "Just mind your own business, Boz. Be thinking about how the hell we are going to get Jan Wayzynski to tell us who this man is that is doing this crap." She hesitated as she walked to the passenger seat of her car, already drenched from the rainfall, and having failed at opening her umbrella. "Why are you being pessimistic today? You got what you wanted with working this case and all."
He shrugged as he got in, not really sure why. It was just a gut feeling he was having. Most rainy days were like that, dreary and full of crazy people, freaking out from the moisture that had been falling from the sky.
Jan Wayzynski's home was located in Willow Hill Apartments by Battery Park. The outside of the place looked like the owners wanted it to, as a small country club that only allowed certain members in, pertaining to class and the amount of money in your wallet or checking account.
The inside wasn't as promising. Trashcans were placed down each hallway, catching water that dripped slowly from cracks and crevices in the roof, where repairs needed to be made, but weren't. Lights flickered on and off, in much need of being replaced with new light bulbs. Fighting spouses could be heard from behind each doorway, like an insane asylum on it's worst day.
Bosco glanced down at the post it where Jelly had sloppily written the address and back up at each room number, hoping they'd soon reach her apartment. "How could someone live like this?" He ran his hand down the wall, feeling the moisture from the humidity and rain that was taking place outside.
"I don't know, but the health department should know about it", Faith replied as she took a deep breath, reaching the apartment of their destination. She lightly knocked twice, hoping Jan would at least answer the door.
A small voice could be heard, almost too light to even hear. "Who is it?"
"It's NYPD. We are just here to ask a few questions and then we'll be gone", Faith spoke into the door she whoever it was on the other side could hear her.
"Sh..Show me your badges." The female person stuttered on her words. It was evident that she was nervous of what was going on, but who wouldn't be after being held hostage?
Bosco reached for his that was around his neck on a silver chain, and Faith followed. They flashed them at the small peephole she was looking out of. "Ma'am, it'll just be a few minutes." Bosco began to grow agitated, but he knew he had to be patient about this.
The door slowly opened but the chain lock was still intact. The lady peaked through. "Can I help you?" Her voice was shaking along with her whole body from her fear. "I'm really not seeing anyone right now."
"Are you Jan Wayzynski?" Bosco looked through the crack, trying to make out the surroundings in the vicinity of the apartment. He looked at Faith. "This is my partner, Officer Yokas and I'm Officer Boscorelli." He tried to keep his voice as light as he could to keep her as calm as possible, though he wasn't sure if that was possible.
She backed away from the door, her eyes wide. "Why aren't you in uniforms if you are cops? Are those fake badges?"
Faith shook her head no. "Ma'am, we are here to help you. We want to catch whoever did this to you and your family, and the only way we can is if you open this door and let us help you."
Tears began to fall from the ladies eyes as her body shook. "I can't trust anyone anymore. I can't trust anyone anymore!" She slammed the door in their faces, refusing to even open the door all the way.
Bosco ran his hands over his hair, taking a deep breath. "We'll eventually need to get in there, you know that right?"
Faith nodded as she dialed her cell phone, hoping Jelly would answer. The phone ran about 8 times before she heard someone on the other end. "Jelly, this is Yokas. We came to Wayzynski's home but she is refusing to even open the door for us. She's scared out of her mind."
Jelly remained quiet. "What is it Jelly?" Faith knew something wasn't right by the way he was acting. Usually he was talkative and had some kind of smart-ass wit to fire back at her, but not this time.
"Yokas, you need to be on your toes. Bring Boscorelli back to the station house without letting him know what's going on."
Faith looked over at Bosco, who was pacing back and forth, scoping out the home establishment. "What do you mean? What's going on?" Her heart began to beat out of her chest and her palms grew cold and clammy. She was extremely confused.
Jelly took a deep, heavy sigh that rattled down deep into his chest. "Just do this Faith. Act normal, and you drive. Don't let him out of your site."
Faith's eyes widened. "Okay." She flipped the face of her phone down and watched Bosco closely. Act normal? Yeah right, here they were telling her to be careful around her partner and best friend, and not tell her why. Yeah, that's a totally normal situation for someone. She wiped her hands on her jeans, hoping some of the sweat would go away. She kept a straight face, feeling her pulse burst out of her neck and forehead. Her knees felt weak as she walked towards him. "Boz, Jelly wants us back at the station."
He turned and looked at her, arching his left eyebrow. "Why? We need to go re-canvas the crime scene."
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him what Jelly had said, but she didn't do it. What if Bosco had gone crazy? Anything was possible after all of the shit he had been through. "I think they found out some vital information out from the M.E. and he wants us there to hear it." She knew her response sounded rehearsed but maybe it would work.
"Okay. Maybe while we are there we can report this shit hole." He pulled the keys out of his pocket, tossing them back and forth from his right hand to left hand. Faith watched on. Everything he did seemed to be in slow motion to her, and she wanted to be in possession of those keys.
"Boz let me drive." She sped up the pace of her walk, catching up to him.
He continued to toss the keys back and forth. "It's raining Faith."
She flashed a fake smile. "Your point being?"
"You hate to drive in the rain. Why the hell do you want the keys?"
Her stomach dropped. He was so good at detecting when something didn't seem right, and now he was on top of his game. "Boz just let me drive. I feel like driving for some reason."
Bosco tossed the keys one last time and handed them to her. "Suit yourself. I want to make it back to the house alive."
When they entered the front doors of the precinct they were greeted by two men in suits, Jelly, and Lieutenant Swersky. Bosco and Faith stopped shortly of them, both wanting to know what was going on.
Swersky's face was serious as he stared at them, almost full of sorrow for what was going on. Jelly crossed his arms over his chest as if he was anticipating what was going on, like this was some type of game for him.
Bosco broke the silence. "What's going on Lieu?" He knew it wasn't good. Not when men in fancy suits were present in front of them. "What did we do this time?" He watched everyone's facial expressions, but not a one of them cracked. They remained solemn, making him more nervous than ever.
The bigger man located on Bosco's left stepped forward grabbing his arm. "Officer Boscorelli, you need to come with us." His voice was deep and raspy, causing Faith's heart to skip a beat.
Bosco jerked away quickly, getting out of his grasp. "Fuck no! You tell me what's going on first!"
The man was faster than Bosco even thought, and he quickly grabbed him again, pulling him in the other direction. He didn't speak a word as they walked up the stairs and into Swersky's office, where the door and blinds were shut. No one could hear what was going on, or even see it.
Faith watched from the first floor, wishing she knew what was going on. She walked up the steps, almost wanting to throw up. Did Bosco do something horribly wrong? She slowly walked by the door, but couldn't hear even a peep out of it. "Shit" was all she muttered as she went to the role call room, knowing Bosco was right about today. It was a bad day, for both of them.
Bosco felt the bile in the back of his throat rise as he sat down, feeling the presence of the suits behind him, and Lieu in front of him at his desk. Swersky slowly sat down, folding his hands in front of him, remaining to act the way he did. Bosco licked his lips, looking around. He tried to recall what he had done in the past few days to be in trouble, but nothing came up in his memory.
The smaller man stepped forward, looking down at Bosco like he was scum off of the street. "Office Maurice Boscorelli, you are under arrest for the murder of Jake Wayzynski. You have the right.."
Before the man could even continue to read Bosco his rights Bosco stood up, his anger flaring. "What the FUCK IS GOING ON? Murder? Where the FUCK did you guys get that BULLSHIT FROM!?" Bosco didn't know what to do, but pace back and forth before the larger man pulled his arms behind his back and slapped handcuffs on his wrists.
"You will settle down, or we will add to those charges." The man spoke in his ear, his hot breath stinging Bosco's skin.
Bosco felt an anxiety attack coming on so he sat down, trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes and swallowed, hoping that his stomach wouldn't give out and he'd puke all over the place. His hands began to shake; he could feel them behind his back. "Lieu, I didn't murder him! How could you guys even think that?"
Swersky stood up. It was obvious he was upset about this whole situation. "Officer Boscorelli, we can say no more to you."
Bosco's face showed confusion. "Why are you talking to me like you don't even know me? It's me Lieu, it's me!" His voice began to rise again. In this situation he was so angry and scared that his mind was running one hundred miles a minute. Tears flowed down from his eyes, not because he was sad but because he was so stressed and angry that the tears were the only thing his body would actually allow him to do.
The grip of the Suit on his arms was so tight from holding him that his arms grew numb. Lieu didn't want to answer Bosco because it would put his job in harm's way, but even if Bosco did do this, he for some reason wanted to help him. He motioned for them to take him away. He couldn't take much more of this.
On the way out of the office doors they began to read his rights to him again, this time in front of Bosco's fellow co-workers. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney, if you can't afford one, one will be provided for you..."
Bosco suddenly blanked them out, and stared at Faith, Sully and Davis who watched on. They stared on like kids watching a freak show. Bosco knew what his destination was. A holding cell in the city jail until they could sort this out and get him a lawyer. All he could think to say to Faith before they exited was, "Call my mother." With those last words he was taken away, and Faith wanted to follow but knew she couldn't.
She immediately went to Swersky's office and knocked on the door. "Lieu, what's going on with Bosco?" She was so upset that her eyes were red and swollen from tears forming on her tear ducts.
"He's under arrest for breaking the law, and that's all I can tell you."
Faith stared at him, and then exited his door. She had to get to the bottom of this, and figure this out, for the sake of Bosco, and for her. Something just didn't seem right to her.
TBC.....
Aussie: It's fabamadooni! Well you are fabamadooni also! Haha! Thanks girley, I'm glad you think I'm a fab writer, cause you are a fab friend! Hehe! Thanks for reading too, I appreciate it!
Shadow Warrior: This chapter above proved that didn't it? Just wait and see where this story goes before you frown! LOL, let's just say there are more twists and turns to come along!
Jenna: Woohoo, you are keeping interest in this story!! I hope I can continue to keep the ride fun, because no one likes a boring one right! Sorry I kept you waiting so long for more, but sometimes it happens. Thanks for your support, it means a lot!
LULU: I'm glad you think I can relate to Bosco by the way I write! It's every writer's dream to know exactly how a character is, inside and out and with your positive enthusiasm I think it has helped me. So you think it should be in a Third Watch book too huh? Wouldn't that be awesome to have such a book as that? I'm glad I'm also keeping it real for ya! Another writer's dream! Thanks again!!
FaithLoveAndPennyCandy: Hopefully I'm answering –some- of the questions you have. If not you'll know soon enough, hehe! Thanks so much for –all- of your support and replies you have given me, and thanks for keeping interest. You are helping me out more than you can imagine.
Ending A/N: Hopefully my next chapter won't take as long, but I will be going out of town again for another week, so be patient! I haven't given up on this story! Thanks again to EVERYONE!