A/N: Okay, I need to explain something here right quick. In this chapter, Bosco says some things at the end that –might- seem out of character, but remember what he's been through. The poor guy is not going to be himself! I just had to remind you of that so you guys would know!

Also, Bosco has some flashbacks in this chapter from the first season, so if you aren't familiar that's where they came from!

Disclaimer: Nope, still not mine. I only get to use them and then I must return the characters! Doesn't that suck?

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Summary: Will negative events in a man's life send him over the top?

Chapter Six

Bosco had never felt so distraught and confused in his whole life. It was like he woke up one morning, and his whole life had been taken away from him in the blink of an eye. Here he was, sitting in an interrogation room with a defense attorney and two detectives standing before them, all of them eying him as if he was part of the Manson family. He had never felt the emotions he was feeling lately. He felt moody. One minute he'd be sitting down, on the verge of tears from being so frustrated and the next he'd be yelling out every curse word his jumbled mind could think up. It wasn't normal behavior, but he couldn't help it, not after what he had been through.

Bosco really didn't know how to take this lawyer of his either. Faith was right about him being on the strange side, but he trusted her judgment on just how he'd handle this whole case. James Melcher was a pretty small guy, standing around 5'5" with thinning gray hair and large, bifocal glasses. He dressed nice, in dress suits with matching ties, which always made a good impression on anyone. He sat down beside Bosco, giving him a reassuring look as he waited on one of the detectives to make the first move.

Diaz gladly broke the silence as she chewed on the lid of a ballpoint pen that she pulled from the bun in her hair.

"You ready to get started Melcher?" She clicked the plastic between her teeth and lips, a cocky grin erupting from her mouth.

Melcher looked at her from the corner of his glasses. "No. I want to talk to Officer Boscorelli first. I haven't even had a chance to sit down with him and get this information straight. Now if you don't mind, I'd appreciate if you two left the room until we call you back in. Capice?"

Diaz let out a small laugh, one that had annoyance written all over it. "Just hurry. I'm ready to incarcerate his ass tonight."

Bosco watched her and Fillmore leave the room. He then turned towards Melcher, hoping this whole conversation would go well.

Melcher clicked his pen open and shut as he reviewed some notes. "You work at the 5-5 as a patrol officer?"

"Yeah."

"What were your shift hours?"

Bosco fidgeted in his seat. "Three P.M. to Eleven P.M. We usually got out around midnight though."

Melcher clicked his tongue. "Why is that?"

"Paperwork, winding down, things like that."

Melcher jotted down more words on a legal pad in front of him. "Do you even have any idea why they are pointing you out for this murder?"

Bosco looked down at the table. "I have no clue actually. I mean, this hit me like a ton of bricks." He chewed on the inside of his cheek, hoping that Melcher had some kind of information.

"I'm going to have to ask Diaz and Fillmore why, because they haven't told me anything to the extent of that. If things go your way maybe they have no evidence towards you except that you might have envy towards this guy for driving through your brother's wake."

The hair on the back of Bosco's neck rose up from the sound of that coming out of his lawyer's mouth. "Yeah, hopefully."

"Some of these questions might get a little personal. I'm just warning you before I get into it", Melcher looked at Bosco in his eyes. "You on any medication concerning depression or anything to that extent?"

"And why would you want to know something like that?" Bosco shot back. After he asked the question he pretty much knew the answer why Melcher wanted to know, but he spoke before he thought, something he had been doing a lot lately.

Melcher removed his glasses from his face and placed them on the table, rubbing his eyes as if he were tired. "Because, I need to know some things about you so I can plead your case. It's nothing personal, and none of this will leave the room."

"No, I'm not on any medications." Bosco shook his head, looking at the cold bricks lining the interrogation room. "I bet Diaz and Fillmore are standing on the other side of that wall, listening to everything we say."

"They're not. They know if I caught them doing that I can get them in a lot of trouble." He cracked his knuckles. "Okay, where were you the night that Jake Wayzynski was murdered?"

"At work, where else?"

Melcher went on, asking questions about his whereabouts, any witnesses they could use to testify for him, and any evidence that could be used against him. After about thirty minutes Melcher allowed Diaz and Fillmore back in the room, ready for battle and to defend Bosco. He sat beside Bosco, waiting to fire away. Diaz sat across from them while she drank down some coffee, and Fillmore stood away from the table in a corner. He seemed to be the type to remain behind in the shadows.

Diaz grinned, and now Bosco could see Cruz in her. "You boys have a nice talk?" She drank down the black liquid and tossed the cup in a small trashcan by the door.

Melcher folded his hands across his lap. "What evidence do you have against my client?"

Bosco was surprised how fast he started in with the questions, but he liked that.

Diaz leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "We got results back from the lab that proved that some blood on the victim's body didn't match up. We ran some tests and it traced back to Officer Boscorelli here. If that's not enough evidence to put his ass away then there is something totally wrong with our judicial system. I don't even know why we are here."

Bosco sat up. "There IS something wrong with it for saying I did this. Guilty until proven innocent, isn't that how you guys are really thinking?"

Melcher put his hand up, telling Bosco to be quiet. "Don't speak again. All of this is being used against you." He directed his attention back to Diaz. "How did they run the blood test?"

"Ran it through the hospital, since it's practically got everyone's records anyway. Boscorelli popped up on the computer, pointing every finger at him." She looked right at Bosco when she said him, trying to read his facial expression that showed nothing but a blank stare on it. "Are you falling asleep over there?"

Bosco didn't answer, though it was hard not to. He glanced at Fillmore who hadn't taken his eyes off of him since he had entered the room, and Bosco knew that it was some kind of intimidation tool to try and get him to crack, but he had nothing to crack about.

Melcher looked at Bosco. "How would he have gotten blood on the body if he did this?"

Diaz pointed at the cut Bosco had obtained from the car crash. "He has that scrape on his face. He got shot in the shoulder when they were ambushed at the hospital. Maybe one of the wounds came open while he was doing the deed."

Bosco hated how it felt like they were talking as if he wasn't even in the room. It was one of the worst feelings in the world. He was trying his hardest to not say anything, but everything Diaz said for some reason tore at him like salt on a wound. I guess he could say she was doing her job. That's what the purpose of the interrogation was, to –try- and get a confession out of him, though that wouldn't happen.

Suddenly he blanked out, blocking Diaz, Fillmore and Melcher out. To him they were talking in slow motion, or for the most part not even in the room to him. He continued to stare off, as if he was falling asleep, but he definitely wasn't. His thoughts began to overtake him back to a time when he was happy, back to a time when he enjoyed life and didn't wake up every morning wondering what negative things would cross his path.

He had flashbacks of Faith, back before all the drama happened with Cruz and the shooting that could've taken his best friend in a heart beat. He saw both of them in the RMP, patrolling the familiar neighborhoods that were full of the familiar faces they saw daily. The childish wars he and Faith would have when talking, the practical jokes they played against each other, as well as the boys at the firehouse and Davis and Sully.

"Thanks for the 'flour'. Sully's losing it. He spelled flower f-l-o-u-r."

Bosco had to admit; the whole flour in the vents prank was definitely original. Too bad he could never think anything like that up.

"They're towing our cars! These are firefighter's cars!"

"They are illegally parked. Towing, impound, what do you say Faith, looking at around 500 bucks?"

"Yeah, more like a thousand."

Boy, did Bosco enjoy the win over Doherty, and being able to dote while eating barbeque that he rightfully deserved.

"Those flowers are from Doherty, a fireman across the street. We had a fight."

"Looks like he wants to make up."

"He's mad because I parked my car in his space."

"Is that what they are calling it now?"

Bosco's heart ached. He felt like he'd never get those times back, and the saying was true. You never know what you've got until it's gone. Crazy how he always thought it was a cliché until he experienced it for himself.

Melcher interrupted his thoughts by tapping him on the shoulder. "You okay with that?"

Bosco looked around the room at the three of them staring at him, and he suddenly realized that he hadn't heard a word they were saying from the time he dazed off, which probably wasn't a good thing.

"What?"

"They are giving up for the night. They are going to place you in a cell until later."

Bosco's head pounded. A cell? What if Diaz did what she said and let word get out that he was a cop? His ass would either be dead by the morning or near it by being beat to death. He scratched his eyebrow and sat up in the chair that was so uncomfortable that he'd be better off sitting on the hard floor.

"Well since I've got nothing to say about this I guess that's my only option."

Diaz stood up, gathering her papers. "Okay, get his ass to central booking."

Before Melcher was out of earshot, he got some last words out to him. "Call Faith, tell her everything! Tell her to come down here!"

Faith sat at a desk in the role call room, just thinking things over in her head. She hoped that Melcher would come through for Bosco like he had on other cases. She could feel herself on the verge of a mental breakdown, and needed some fresh air. She stood up and walked towards the door when her phone ring. She noticed it was Melcher's number.

Her heart jumped as she answered. "Hello?"

"Yokas, this is Melcher. I just got out of the room with the detectives and Bosco. He said he wants you to go visit him."

Faith changed directions and walked towards the locker room. "How did it go?"

Melcher took in a deep sigh. "He's got some huge evidence against him. Have him tell you. They'll let you visit him since you are a cop. It's better coming from someone face to face than over the phone anyway."
Bosco looked around the cell, hoping he wouldn't see anyone he had arrested. There was a man in the corner sitting alone that he did recognize, but he tried his hardest not to eye the guy. Before Bosco turned his head away the man stood up, walking towards him.

"Don't I know you?" The man spoke to Bosco, pointing at him.

Bosco tried to walk away but the man grabbed his arm.

"I'm talking to you. You look familiar."

Bosco looked at him, seeing it was a guy he had arrested about a week ago, before Mikey was dead and before all of this drama started. "I have no idea if you know me."

The man scratched the side of his face, grinning. "Holy shit, I do know you! You are a cop! What are you doing on this side of the bars?"

"I'm not a cop."

"Oh yes you are! You arrested me the other day for possession. Man, how I've wanted to kick your ass for that, and it looks like I've got my chance."

Bosco's palms grew sweaty. He didn't want to fight this guy and have that against him in court to for fighting with other men. He tried to walk away but the man yet again grabbed his arm, twirling him around to face him.

"Oh, so without that uniform on you are nothing but a skinny, no good punk huh? It's funny how a guy can change like that."

Bosco's anger flared, and without even realizing it he swung his right fist, hitting the guy right between the eyes, sending him to the floor. The other men in the cell turned to look, each one surprised at the outburst. Bosco then kicked the guy but the man was quick and grabbed his foot, sending him to the floor also.

The man stood up and began kicking Bosco repeatedly in the stomach and anywhere he could get a hit in. Bosco felt the heavy blows to his body, each one after the other. It was strange, but during this he was wishing the man would just kill him so he wouldn't have to be here any longer.

Guards finally came and pealed the man off of Bosco. Bosco screamed out, "Just let him KILL ME! I don't want to be here anymore!" He had no idea why he was saying this; it was like his mind had no control over his mouth.

The guards picked him up and carried him out of the cell. "Put this man on suicide watch."

Faith finally had reached the jail and walked in, approaching the man at the front desk. "Yeah, I'm Officer Yokas with the 5-5. I need to see someone you have here in the jail."

"And who would that be?"

"Maurice Boscorelli."

The man looked at some files, running his finger down a list. "Okay. Follow me. Be careful though, we had to put him on suicide watch."

Faith almost tripped where she stood. Suicide watch? This was going to be very interesting.

She walked in the room where Bosco was, seeing his face more beat up than before, his wrists and legs in cuffs, and a very hurt expression on his face. He nodded his head at her but said nothing as she sat down across from him.

"Bosco, what the hell happened?"

He licked his lips, feeling the fresh cut on his busted face. "Ran into a guy I arrested awhile back."

"Why are you on suicide watch?"

He took in a deep breath, a tear running down his cheek. "Because I'm going to lose this case. I don't want to be here anymore."

TBC....you hate me don't you?

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