Rating: R to the lighthearted, PG for the normal people and PG-13 to all those in between...yeah, what a range.
Summary: Will events in one man's life send him over the edge? Who will go the distance to risk it all?
Chapter: Eight
Disclaimer: Still don't own them, probably never will...I just like to play with them for a while and then send them on their way. No money is being made so don't sue, you won't get much from me anyway.
..Responses to reviewers can be found at the end of this chapter.
--Just as a reminder in the last chapter of this Bosco and his lawyer had a long talk about things...Diaz tried to cut Bosco a deal which he quickly declined..and Faith thinks up a PLAN that she executes in this chapter! (Eyes widen)
Chapter Eight
The days to come had been extremely rainy, and cold. It was dark and gloomy, almost like everyone's moods that Faith knew. She tried to be the most positive person she could be but that was one of the hardest things she could do at the moment. She could practically feel people's eyes on her as she walked down the hallways of the police department. She could see them stare at her as Swersky updated them on how Bosco was during role call. She hated it, but there was no avoiding it, not now.
She had told Bosco the night before that she had a plan to get him out of the jail, but she said that in the heat of the moment. Now that she had time to think about it and settle down she had no clue how to do it. She knew she'd be risking her job for him, but that didn't matter right now. What mattered was her best friend, and to help him regardless of the sacrifices.
The thought of Bosco alone in a cell, lost in his thoughts only sent a deeper chill to her spine than any degree of the weather could, at any time in mid-winter. The thoughts grew more cold as she let her mind wonder to what would happen if he did get incarcerated. Life in prison. In lamen's terms that means not a long life span, considering that inmates recognize a cop within the first few weeks of a man's sentence.
"Faith, you okay with riding solo again? I think we'll have a partner suited up and ready tomorrow for you," Swersky said as he poked his head out from around the corner, catching her before she hit the streets.
"You mean, a ride along until Bosco gets back. It's cool."
Swersky nodded. "Okay, keep me updated on how he is."
"Will do." She walked out to the RMP's where Sully and Davis were, but didn't even acknowledge them. She wasn't necessarily "mad", just distraught at the way Sully had acted. She could see it in his eyes, he thought Bosco was guilty. She wasn't too sure about Davis, and at the moment didn't care.
"Nice to see you too, Faith."
"Too bad I can't say the same for you," She commented back to Sully as she climbed in the driver's side and drove off. Less time with him at the moment meant she could keep her sanity just –that- much longer.
She stopped by Dunkin Donuts to grab two cups of coffee, one to take to Bosco. She wasn't sure if they'd allow it, but since she was a cop she didn't even have to mention that it was for a prisoner.
She slowly walked into the jailhouse where she had been spending nearly all of her time. The lady at the front desk already knew whom she was there to see.
"He's back in the same room. He was expecting you around this time."
"Thanks." She nodded and walked back to the room one, the same dull whiteness of the paint blaring at her. The place seemed frustrating, but then again they didn't build jails to make people feel comfortable. That would contradict the point of their system.
She gave Bosco a lighthearted smile, trying to observe him without him noticing but that was next to impossible. She scooted the other cup of dark liquid across to him as she sipped down the rest of hers and threw it in the wastebasket near the door. He didn't take it at first as he just stared at her, no expression to his face whatsoever.
"Drink it, you look like you could use some caffeine."
He took the lid off of the styro-foam container and dipped his index finger down into the steaming coffee, testing its temperature. It was just right for his liking so he took a long sip, savoring it as it burned all the way down to his stomach.
"So.." He broke the silence.
"So?" She knew what he wanted, but she didn't want to mention it, not yet anyway.
"Last night you told me you had a plan."
She licked her lips, looking around. "I really haven't thought it over that well, so it's not the most reliable. It's just something that ran through my mind late one night."
"It's gotta be fast, Faith. They offered me some deals last night, one's that I of course turned down. Their next step is just to take me to trial, set a date and what not. I'm sure with the way they want to close this because of me being a cop they are going to force for a quick trial. You and I both know the evidence is strong." He trailed off, finishing off the coffee that was no luke-warm. "Have you heard anything about Mann or his merry men lately?"
"They've gone silent. Mann is gone. After that ambush at the hospital he fell off the face of the earth. Why?"
"You know, I've had a lot of time to sit and think about things. I think they are slowly getting their revenge on me. Mann's son died in a car chase led by Cruz and I. Hell, you were even involved in it. He blames us for it of course. To get me back he kills my brother. He feels that's not enough revenge so he thinks I should suffer more. He ambushes the hospital, tries to catch both Cruz and I in crossfire. He hits Cruz but doesn't kill her, hits me but it's a flesh wound. This pisses him off more so instead of killing me right off he frames me for a murder, using a man he knows, being Wayzynski and frames me."
Faith let herself digest the words. "Hmm, you have been running this around in your mind."
"Yeah, and it's not far from being accurate. Just think about it Faith. I've thought for hours on end. Mann is the only guy that comes up that has any beef with me at the moment."
Faith looked at her watch and stood up, pushing her chair back under the table between them. "I've got to get going Boz, but I'll be back. Be ready when I get back."
He arched his eyebrow at her. "What? Why?"
"Just trust me. Be ready." With that last comment she turned and walked out, her heart beating at the thoughts that she had no clue she could think up. It was do or die time.
Faith got back to the precinct house at around a quarter 'till five, though it seemed much later. Everything seemed to be running in a blur for her, events happened in slow motion. Even cars that drove by were moving slowly. Nothing seemed like that cliché phrase, 'New York minute.' She knew the events that would come later this evening would haunt her, nag at her, and could even cost her career but it felt right.
She slowly walked up the stairs to the second story of the police department. She saw Cruz talking to Swersky. She must've been released from the hospital already. Faith tried to walk by going unnoticed but Cruz stopped her.
"Hey Yokas. I heard about Boscorelli. They barely let me go from that hellhole today, so this was the soonest I could get down here. "
"Who hasn't heard about it?"
"I'm not released to work yet, I just thought I'd come by and get up to speed on this."
Faith's eyes widened. "Or stick your nose in business where it doesn't belong sounds more fitting. We've got it under control; you look like you need to get rest. Just stay out of the way."
"Think what you want Yokas, but there was a time when Bosco and I were good friends."
Faith couldn't help but let her mind wonder back to when Bosco was set in Cruz's ways. When he fell on her every word and thought she walked on water. That was almost the end for their partnership, as well as friendship but luckily he woke up from that nightmare. Now he was facing a much more serious one that he couldn't find his way out of.
"Times change Cruz." She walked off, wondering how many lives Cruz did in fact have. Shot twice and lived through both, that's got to be some kind of record.
She turned the corner and sat down at a computer where she pulled up information on Mann and the drug ring his brother was working in. They didn't have much in the way of Mann himself, he was a type of criminal that just seemed un-catch able, the type that a cop would –love- to arrest just for something small just to see their faces behind bars.
She scrolled through newspaper clippings of Mann's son's death. There were even articles on Wayzynski running through Mikey's wake with his car, an ill-fated bomb ready to be blown but somehow God was on their side that day. Then she scrolled to the ambush that happened at the hospital. There were a few pictures of the crime scene as well as a picture of Bosco, holding his arm where he had gotten shot. There wasn't too much information she could gather, but somehow when she looked deep into the eyes of Mann, she could somehow see his hatred towards them, and the revenge he wanted to deliver anyway, anyhow.
Bosco sat down in his dark, solitary space once again letting his mind take over. What did Faith have up her sleeve? He was always told that a worrier only makes things worse but he always thought that line was a bunch of malarkey.
The quiet time in the evening always seemed like the worst. If you listened close enough to other men placed around the area you could hear sobs. They were the type of sobs that could shatter glass. Never once did it cross Bosco's mind that the men he put behind bars did that. He either didn't care or was just to close-minded about it to know, but now he did and he wished he hadn't. This might've just been a small, city jail before men were taken to the big times, but the anticipation and wait is what caused such pain.
He wished he had a clock or something in the cell with him. Though it was probably wise to not be able to see each minute as the second hand made it's way in a rhythmic circle it would've been nice to know what day or time it was, since he had no windows or anything to that nature to even tell if he had his nights and days mixed up.
"Just trust me. Be ready." Faith's words entered his mind as to be expected. He never doubted her for a second, she had something on her mind and of course he trusted her. It wasn't a trust issue that he was speculating, it was –what- she was referring to.
Did she arrest Mann or someone linked to this case?
Did she find some other link or missing piece to the puzzle and was coming to prove his innocence?
He closed his eyes but only horrible images flooded his mind again, like a well-predicted hurricane hitting the shore at it's projected time. Mann was the most prominent, showing up with his evil sneer that could bring any sinful man down to his knees. Bosco never really feared anyone but his father, but Mann was working his way up the ladder.
His last words before he finally fell asleep, even if it was a shallow one were, "Faith, be smart. I know you'll be there for me." He the fell into a sleep full of nightmares and the most dreadful things that his mind dug up from his past.
Faith couldn't believe how fast time flew. It was already around 10:30 and she decided to call it a night, despite the fact that it was a little before shift was over. Swersky had already granted her permission to leave so she could go visit with Bosco and do what needed to be done so that's where she headed. She promised Bosco she'd be back, and for him to be ready. She wasn't worried about him being ready, she was worried about herself. Was she ready for this?
The plan was almost too simple. So simple it made her doubt it. She had thought it out over the past few nights, writing down ideas and thoughts and reading over them like some kind of obsession. Her plan was to remain in uniform, approach whoever it was working the front desk at the jail, and request to see Bosco in transfer clothes. She would then explain that she had direct orders from Diaz and Fillmore to take Bosco down to the house for something she was unaware of. It didn't sound solid, but usually a person working the front desk at this hour really didn't pay much attention. If you had your uniform on they pretty much believed everything you said.
Before entering the front doors she ran her hands down her shirt, taking a deep breath in. Do or die time. She opened the door and stepped to the desk, giving her best smile.
"Officer, can I help you?" The girl working the desk was on the phone; she wasn't to her fullest alert.
"Yes, actually you can. I was told to come pick up an inmate you have here, Maurice Boscorelli."
"Pick him up for what?" She continued to cradle the phone between her ear and shoulder as she stared down at some paper.
"Detective Fillmore requested that Boscorelli come down to the station house for some things concerning the case. I wasn't let in on that, I'm just the pick up and delivery girl."
She ran her fingers down a list, smacking her gum as she hung up the phone. "That's just like Fillmore, he never calls this stuff in. Makes my life a living hell."
She paused, looking up at Faith, which sent a feeling to Faith's stomach like she had been sucker punched. Oh no, the girl caught on, she suspects something.
"Did Fillmore not call it in?" Faith asked as she leaned over the desk, pretending to play innocent like she had no clue what was going on.
"No, but he never does. It's no big deal. You can go back to Boscorelli's cell to get him, I'll have a guard waiting there."
"Thanks." Faith smiled again as she walked back.
No turning back now. Just keep telling yourself Faith, this is for Bosco, your best friend who is INNOCENT. She kept her eyes forward, not looking at any other criminals behind bars. She could feel their eyes study her but she was used to that with them being in the back of her squad all the time. The guard opened the door to Bosco's confinement cell and stood beside it, letting Faith enter.
Bosco jolted up, squinting his eyes from being woken up. "Yokas?"
Faith put her hands up, motioning to him to be quiet. She didn't want to let any hints that she was his friend. For all they knew she had been visiting so much to help work the case and nothing more, and she'd love to leave it that way.
"Officer Boscorelli, I was sent to take you down to the station." She spoke in a very professional voice, hoping he'd catch on.
He said nothing as he stood up, holding his hands out for her to cuff them. He was silent on the outside but on the inside his heart was beating like he had just ran a marathon. His mind screamed out, what is going on, what is going on? He had a really good idea, but he remained as calm as he could as she led him out into the hallway.
"I expect no problems out of you Boscorelli." She then grabbed his wrists and pushed him forwards.
They made it out to the front steps and that's when Faith really grew tense. She had done it, she had gotten Bosco out with no problems. It was almost so easy that she thought she had done something wrong and they were right behind her, arresting her for aiding and abetting a suspected murderer. To finish the plan she went ahead and put him in the back seat of the RMP and got in the front, keeping as straight of a face as she could.
As they drove off, all Bosco could say was, "What in the hell are you doing Faith?"
"I'm saving your ass." She didn't look back as she drove off into the night, her mind easing up now, hoping this plan wouldn't backfire and send them both straight to hell.
Responses to Reviewers:
Tombstone: Hmm, maybe Bosco will get a good break, you never know! Glad you are enjoying the plotline. Angst is what this story is, there WILL be more to come! Thanks again.
Faith, Love, And Penny Candy- I hope this chapter was also worth the wait. (hangs head) I'm glad you feel I'm writing a paniked Bosco well, and you do make sense about him being in character though it seems it's out of character...that makes –perfect- sense...since well he shouldn't be in character for the circumstances...now I hope I'm making sense! LOL
Dancinstace- Well, you got to see what Faith's plan was didn't you? LOL...hope you enjoyed this chapter too.
Blackcat- Wow, nice compliment. I apologize yet again for taking so long, but I'm trying to make up for the wait with better chapters...just like you said. ï