NOTE: Obviously people didn't read the chapter before the last. Sully killed himself in that chapter. FF.net was having problems when I uploaded but I checked and it was there. I reuploaded it to make sure y'all see it. Just go have a look and enjoy :)

January 1st, 2010

Week 28

Last night Bosco needed a break. He and Ty went out for drinks...a lot of drinks. Alex and Faith stayed home and rang in the new year with the kids. Now, Bosco was really feeling his headache.
"How can we work like this?" Bosco asked. Ty chuckled.

"We've done it before, Man." He said.

"We're bad." Bosco smiled stopping at a red light. He glanced over to the corner convenience store and saw and man running out with a gun. "Shit."

"Is that Frankie Potts?" Ty asked.

"I think so." Bosco flipped the lights and sirens on. The man glanced behind him and swore. Frankie bolted across the street. "Son of a bitch." He sped the car towards Frankie, but he slipped down an alleyway. Bosco jumped out of the car.

"Bosco!" Ty growled, "Charlie to Central, we're on foot pursuit of an armed suspect. back up may be needed."

"Frankie! I swear to god you better stop!" Bosco yelled as he ran after the man.

"Go to Hell, Boscorelli!" Frankie snapped running into an old factory.

"Shit." Bosco cursed, "Davis, I'm going in the old factory on Third." He slowly walked into the building. he could barely see anything. The mounds of dirt and dust on the window had filtered out the sun.

"Where is he?" Ty whispered taking up Bosco's rear.

"I don't know." Bosco mumbled. Then he heard footsteps above his head. Bosco ran up a flight of metal stairs. "Frankie, just drop the gun and leave."

"I can't get arrested!" Frankie yelled running past him.

"Give me the gun and you won't." Bosco aimed his gun at the man. He couldn't deal with this kind of shit today. his head hurt too much. Frankie backed up against the wall aiming his own gun at Bosco.

"Bull shit. You said that last time." He said.

"I did?" Bosco asked. Frankie nodded and pulled the trigger. Bosco hit the floor, feeling the bullet whiz by him. He heard a pop as the bullet pierced through bags of chalk and powder. "You son of a bitch." He jumped back up.
"God, I didn't mean that!" Frankie yelled. Ty ran up the stairs through the cloud of powder.

"Drop the goddamn gun, Frankie!" Ty yelled. Bosco kept his gun steady as he felt the powder and chalk invade his lungs. He could feel them tightening up. Bosco was trying to will an asthma attack away.

"Davis." Bosco drew in a sharp breath. His inhaler was in his pocket. With one hand he pulled it out and shook it up.

"Come on! I just got out of jail!" Frankie began to cry.

"You're crying??" Ty laughed. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Not working." Bosco gasped as he tried to use his inhaler. Ty glanced at his partner.

"Are you okay?" Ty asked. Bosco shook his head as he fell back against the wall.

"Empty." Bosco gasped.

"Shit." Ty put his gun back in it's holster. Frankie took this opportunity to run. "We need to get you out of here." Bosco slung his arm around Ty's neck. "Charlie to Central. Medical Assistance is needed at this location. Office Boscorelli is down with asthma attack."

"Roger that, Charlie." Dispatch said, "Medics have been dispatched." The men stumbled out of the factory. Bosco's face was pale and he was sweaty.

"Lay down. Try to stay calm." Ty said. Bosco gasped for air. he was suffocating and there was nothing he could do about it.

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Faith waddled into the Emergency Room.

"Proctor, Where's my husband?" She asked.

"Over there. he's cranky." She chuckled.

"Isn't he always?" Faith walked over to the curtain area. She saw Bosco breathing in pure Oxygen, "Hey, Baby."

"You shouldn't have come all the way down here." Bosco whispered.

"My husband is in the emergency room. I'm coming." Faith pulled up a seat, "You didn't get your inhalers filled like I told you to, huh?" Bosco shook his head.

"No." He said. Faith smiled weakly.
"We'll get them filled up on the way home." She said.

"Thanks, Mom." Bosco said. Maybe he was getting too old for this job or maybe it was time to take the Sergeants test. Maybe He just needed to remember to fill his inhalers.

January 15th, 2010

Week 30

She hated being this pregnant. She hated feeling like a beached whale. Faith couldn't wait to not be pregnant anymore. Bosco stood in the doorway scratching his stomach.

"Davis' son is sick." He stated. Faith nodded as she ran a brush through her hair.
"I know. he needs a bone marrow donor." Faith said, "I'd give if I could, but it's not recommended for pregnant women."

"I don't like needles." Bosco said. Faith giggled softly.

"I know, Baby." She said.

"But um...If you come with me, I want to get tested." Bosco said.

"Really?" She was so surprised at the idea.

"Ty is my partner." He said. Faith smiled. She couldn't believe he was volunteering in getting stuck by a needle.

"I'll hold your hand through out the entire thing." She said. Bosco swallowed with a smile.
"I need you there." He said.

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"I can't do this." Bosco said hyperventilating. Faith ran her hand over his head and kissed his forehead.
"You're doing just fine." She encouraged him. Bosco whimpered slightly as the doctor withdrew the needle.

"You're all done." He said. Bosco stared at him.
"Thank god." He mumbled sitting back up. he wiped his eyes. Faith couldn't help but to smile. "When will you know if I'm a match?"
"In a few hours, Officer." The doctor said, "But I need to warn you, It's very painful to donate bone marrow. Needles are involved." Bosco nodded slowly.
"I can do it." he said, "For RJ."

"For RJ." Faith said kissing his knuckles. "I'm very proud of you."

"It's nothing." Bosco said. "Where is the marrow taken if I'm a match?'

"The bone marrow is removed from the top of the hipbone" The doctor said. Bosco grimaced.
"How long will RJ be in the hospital?" Bosco asked.
"A month." The doctor said. He could sense Bosco's paranoia. "You should recover quickly from the procedure. Most donors have some bone pain and aches for several days or a few weeks. Your marrow naturally replenishes itself within four to six weeks."

"I can leave the same day?" Bosco asked.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," He said getting up." You can leave, but I will call you with the results if you want."

"Thank you so much, Doctor." Bosco said getting off of the bed. Alex and Ty knocked on the door, "Hey."

"Hey." Alex smiled softly, "How'd it go?"
"Getting checked out." Bosco said, "Let's hope it's a match."

"Thank you, Man." Ty said. Bosco shook his head.
"There's no need to." Bosco said.

"Of course there is." Alex said squeezing Ty's hand, "You're trying to save our son's life and we really appreciate that. Even if you're not a match, It was in your heart to save his life."
"We want to do everything possible to help you two." Faith said, "We can take the girls while RJ recovers if you wish."
"Thank you." Alex and Ty both said. It felt good for Bosco to help out this family. Ty was his best friend and he'd give his left arm if he knew it'd help. Now, Bosco just had to sit and wait to see if his bone marrow could actually help.

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