Pairing: Bosco/Original Character
Spoiler: Season 1-3
Summary: A pile up will cause problems for Bosco as someone he knows gets trapped in the middle. WARNING: Bosco/Original Character Fic. I love bosco and this is my little brain working in it's sick and twisted way. Don't hate me...please.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Cynthia di Rossana, her family, and little Georgia.
My Note: This is my own stupid and twisted story. I've always been a fan of Bosco, Jason Wiles, whichever you prefer and I just had this idea. I'm a huge fan of Third watch and I hope I do this tv show justice, but I doubt it. But this is my try...
Chapter 1: Introductions To The Fallen
'With a sigh, you turn away. With a deepening heart, no words to say. You will find that the world has changed forever. The trees are now turning from green to gold. And the sun is now fading, oh I wish I could hold you closer.' - Arwen's Song (House Of Healing)
"Georgia, please. Don't cry baby. We'll be home soon." Cynthia di Rossana cooed to her one year old baby who sat in the car seat behind her. Cynthia focused on the road ahead of her as she tried to make her way back to her home. She had taken Georgia to the doctors in the afternoon and was heading back home. This was her first day off from the her job in several months and she was ready for it. She couldn't wait to get home and curl up on her nice queen size bed with her baby and just sleep. She knew she'd eventually have to wake up and fix dinner before her husband got home, but since it was still early, she had time. He, after all, wouldn't get home until 11:30 or 12:00.
At least, she thought to herself as traffic slowed to a stop, she hoped she would have time. Just three hours of sleep, Cynthia begged silently. That's all I want. But her pleas failed as traffic finally came to a stand still. Thoughts of her husband flew through her mind as she realized with him, she could possibly get through. But then again, her sensible part of her brain tells her, nobody listen's to cops anymore. Not even after 9-11. They just don't care.
And not even her job would help. Cynthia sighed and pounded roughly on the horn. She didn't have time to wait.
"MOVE YOUR ASSES!" She screamed out of her car window. Ok, maybe not the smartest thing to do, Cynthia thought as she gazed in the mirror at her daughter. Georgia Mathilde was a splitting image of Cynthia. She had the honey brown hair and the cool brown eyes to go with the Italian skin color that both mother and father were apart of. Cynthia came from a very political Italian family. Her father had been a diplomat in Italy for several years before meeting Cynthia's mother and then finally marrying her. Cynthiahad beenborn in Italy, but raised in New York. Why? Cynthia can never get a straight answer out of her parents. Politicians, in Cynthia's experience, they lie. A lot. And her parents do, as much as she hates to admit it.
Not that her husband is any better. A cop who gets too emotional and too downright rude. It's unhealthy, all the fighting that they due. They've been married for six years and had just had their first child together two months before 9-11. Emotional stress didn't even begin to describe it. Not considering she was supposed to be in the South Tower that morning. No, words didn't begin to describe it.
She knew people there. She worked there several times. She lost a part of her that day. Just like many other New Yorkers, but for her, it was different. It wasn't just personal because she had lived in New York her whole life. No, it was personal because she kenw people there and she worked there and because she could have been in there. Not to mention she knew a few of the firefighters who lost theirs lives that day. Plus her husband had broken down after 9-11. So many things had just filled up inside of him and he broke down.
They all broke down.
Cynthia gave a small, silent cheer as the cars began to move as she found herself nearing an intersection. Just two more intersections, a right, and I'm home! She couldn't wait to be able to settle in her large, comfortable and just sleep. She hadn't gotten much sleep lately. Not with working late and trying to take care of Georgia.
"We're almost there baby." Cynthia mumered quietly to Georgia. Georgia cooed softly in reply. Cynthia smiled just as she pulled into the intersection. She noticed a yellow car speeding up, coming towards her on her left, but she payed no attention. The next few moments seemed like a movie, in her mind. She could remember watching all those movies and TV shows where a speeding car slams into the side of a car. It seemed so fake and stupid on TV, but in the real world...it was worse.
Glass shattered as the fender and the front end of the yellow Neon slammed into the side of the silver Pontiac SV6. As Cynthia's body was thrown to the side, but kept in her seat by the seatbelt, all she could think about was her baby. Even as her own screams rang out from the pain as she rocked and her car slid, all she could hear was her baby's screams. She tried to call out to Georgia, but the pain from her many injuries was too much to bear. She blacked out as her car was finally pushed into two parked cars sitting in the left lane.
But her car didn't stop there, the two cars were forcefully pushed into the two cars behind them, and the ones behind them, until after an eight car pileup, the cars came to a rest, some several feet from the intersection. Blood lay splattered on the cold, hard ground all around the cars. Glass lay shattered, car parts lay damaged, and two bodies laid near the reckage. Several hearts stopped cold, while several still beated with every will inside their bodies. Even as the frantic calls were called into the Police, Firefighter, and EMS services, blood spilled onto the ground. Nobody moved to help anybody. The people on the street just stared as suddenly, a voice rang out.
"Help me!" The weak voice called out, but to no avail. Nobody would help the poor old man stuck in his car. Not yet, at least.
Faith sighed as she sat in the car beside Bosco. He was unusually quiet. She peered over at him and found him lost in thought as they sat at the red light.
"So, what's up? Everything ok at home?" Faith asked, breaking Bosco from his trance. He looked over at her and stepped on the gas as the light turned to green. He looked back at the road and nodded, silently hating how Faith could be so perceptive.
"Yeah, everything's fine. We're great. Why you asking?" Bosco replied, giving Faith a quick glance before focusing on the road ahead of him.
"Just wondering. You've got a look on your face, like you and Nia are fighting again." Faith said, gazing out of the passenger's window. Bosco snorted.
"We don't fight. We have small arguments." Bosco said, defending his relationship with his wife. He loved her, he really did, but she could be a pain sometimes. Of course, then again, so could he.
"Oh, so you call the fourth of July in 2000 a small argument? You two made a scene in front of FDNY, NYPD, and the Feds! That wasn't a small argument!" Faith said, slightly agitated. Talking to Bosco about his wife was like talking to a man who beats his wife, expect Faith knew for a fact that if Bosco hit Nia, she'd hit right back, and harder, if possible.
"Ok, so that was one thing. We hit a rough road. We're over it. Nia's been busy with some Federal Investigation case so we haven't spent a lot of time together. She's got the next few days off, so we were thinking about leaving the little gal with either my mom or...my mom and then having some fun." Bosco said, chukling. An image popped into Faith's head and she cringed.
"God Bosco, not now." She begged. She hated it when he would do this. She told him that she would say nothing about her and Fred having sex as long as he said nothing about him and Nia having sex. Bosco would never listen until she would start up about Fred.
"On the kitchen table, on the couch, in the bed, in the shower, on the floor, on the-" Bosco contiuned.
"STOP!" Faith shouted, making Bosco laugh. "That's sick man. I don't need a visual image of you and Nia screwing on the table that Fred and I once ate dinner off of. Oh andremind me to never come to your place again." Faith added, cringing once more.
"Our house is just full of sex everywhere! I mean, it would just disgust you to know every place that I had her at." Bosco smiled as Faith rapidly shook her head and covered her ears. Nia was a beautiful woman, but it was thinking of Bosco naked that made Faith want to hurl.
"Come on Bos, don't do this. I don't even want to think about it. Don't make me start talking about me and Fred." Faith threatened. That shut Bosco up. He stared straight ahead and sighed.
"Ok, so things are kind of tense around our house." Bosco finally fessed up after a few minutes of silence. Faith glanced over at him. "Nia...she's really wrapped up in this Fed thing. She really wants to make her Dad proud, but there's only one way for her to do that."
"Divorce you and find a really good Italian Politician to marry." Faith finished for him. "Yeah, I know. I've heard her talk. Her dad's just like any other dad. No guy is good enough for his daughter. I'm sure he likes you Bos." Faith told him, even though she herself didn't believe that. Bosco snorted in reply as he took a left down a slightly empty street. He highly doubted that Massimo di Rossana even liked him just a tiny bit.
"No chance. No chance in hell." Bosco muttered. Faith smiled as she continued to look out the passenger's window.
"I wonder why." She mused. She could only begin to imagine the problems that Bosco had with Cynthia's father before they finally got married. Bosco was a handful and Mr. di Rossana was a very important former Italian Diplomat...with manners. The radio buzzed with static and then a familiar voice was heard.
"All units, we have a pile up on 5th and Richards in downtown. I repeat, all units, pile up on 5th and Richards." The voice crackled. Faith sighed and reach for the radio. She hated pile ups, nothing ever good came out of them. But suddenly her hand stopped over her radio. Richards. That was only two, maybe three blocks from Bosco and Nia's house. Faith glanced over at him, but he wasn't paying attention to the location that was given to them. He looked at her.
"You gonna respond?" He asked. Faith bit back a snide comment. She couldn't believe he wasn't processing this information. Uusually he was so quick. Usually.
"This is 55-David, 10-4." She said into the radio. She clicked on the sirens and lights just as Bosco speeded off into the right direction. Faith could feel that this was going to be a long and terrible day.
Sully and Davis quickly pulled up the large pile of cars just a second after Bosco and Yokas. As Davis slowly climbed out of the car he took a deep breath. He had seen some bad things, and he had seen worse things than this, but it still took his breath away every time. He could see two bodies laying in the road, so still. Usually in movies, things were quiet. So still and so quiet. But not here. No, everything was loud. He could hear a baby crying and a man screaming for help. Davis glanced over at Sully as two ambulances pulled up.
"Some people," Bosco muttered as he walked past Sully and Davis. "Should have their license revoked. This is obscene." Davis slowly nodded as he stepped away from the car. Think Ty, he told himself. Get a grip and think. His head swam as he stepped through the puddles of blood. So much blood. Davis shook his head and headed for the first car. It was a yellow neon that, from the looks of it, caused the accident. Davis went over to the drivers side and peered in.
"Looks like a male, 30-40 years of age," He took a deep sniff. "I can't smell any alcholol." Davis called out to Doc as Doc rushed to him with his bag. Davis moved out of the way as Doc peered in.
"Possible broken neck." He felt around the guy's legs carefully. "Definite broken femur. I need a gurney. CARLOS!" Doc called out. Davis moved away as Carlos rushed over with a gurney and a neck brace.
Alex and Kim rushed to an SUV that was in the middle of it all. Alex climbed on the hood of the yellow neon and peered in the back window behind the driver's side.
"We've got a baby!" Alex yelled. The glass from the window was all gone so she just climbed through the window and crawled over the seat to the crying baby. As she started to check the baby over, she recognized the face. She couldn't place a name, but she knew she had seen this baby before. Or maybe she hadn't. Who knows. She had seen so many babies in her life. "Good pulse, no apparent injuries..." Alex muttered to herself as she checked the baby. Kim's face popped in through the window.
"How is she?" Kim asked. Alex looked at her and nodded.
"Good. I'm going to have to hand her through the window. We're stuck otherwise." Alex told her. Kim nodded and turned to Davis.
"Hey Davis!" She called out, even though he was only a few feet from her. He turned to her. "We need you. We've got to get the baby out." She told him. He nodded and walked over to her. She stood on the hood of the Neon while Davis stood firmly on the ground. A few minutes later Alex carefully handed Kim the baby, who then handed her to Davis. Davis took the baby carefully and smiled down at her. The baby smiled up at him and then Davis realized that he knew this baby.
"Oh God. I know you." He muttered to her as he started walking away. "Who's your mommy, huh? And your Daddy? I don't suppose you can talk?" He said gently. The baby just smiled up at him. Davis chuckled. "No, I suppose not." Davis looked up and spotted Bosco angrily directing traffic. Then it hit him. Davis stopped a few feet from the ambulance and his jaw dropped. "Oh shit." He cursed. He spun around carefully at glanced at Kim and Alex as they started working on the driver of the SUV. Carlos and Doc were still working on the driver of the Neon. "KIM!" Davis shouted. He held on gently to the baby as he started walking towards the SUV. Kim turned and looked at him from her spot on the car.
"What?" She said angrily. The woman in the car was badly injured and she needed help now.
"I know them. I know them." Davis muttered over and over again until he reached the car. Kim stared at him in confusion and Alex glanced at him from inside the SUV. The woman was leaned over in her seat and was bleeding heavily from several places.
"What?" Kim said again, this time calmer.
"I know them." Davis repeated. "She's a Fed. She's a Fed. She's...she's...Cynthia di Rossana." Davis told her. Kim just stared at him in confusion. Then Davis remembered. Cynthia had met Kim once, a long time ago. "Bosco's wife! This is their daughter, Georgia." Davis said hurridly. The color drained from Kim's face as she proccessed what he said.
"Oh...keep him...away from here. The last thing we need is to have Bosco in the way." Kim told Davis. Davis nodded and turned as Kim went back to work, trying harder than ever. Davis walked over to Sully was helping another paramedic.
"Sul." Davis whispered. Sully stopped what he was doing and looked at Davis.
"What Ty?" Sully said angrily. Davis took a deep breath and looked around.
"You gotta keep Bosco away from that SUV." Davis told him. Sully looked at the SUV then back at him in confusion.
"You gonna tell me why?" Sully asked. Davis looked around again. Faith was on the other side of the SUV, away from it. Bosco was still directing traffic. Davis looked back at Sully.
"And Yokas too. Uh, Sul...you know Cynthia, right? Bosco's wife?" Davis asked slowly. Sully nodded, still looking confused, and then a look of realization came over his face.
"Oh no. You've got to be shitting me." Sully said. Davis shook his head and motioned to the baby in his arms. Sully looked down at her and sighed sadly. "Georgia." He whispered ner name. Georgia looked up at Sully and smiled. "Who's getting Nia?" Sully asked, looking back up at Davis.
"Alex and Kim. What should I do with her?" Davis asked. Sully looked around and shrugged.
"I don't know. If you give her to Bosco, he'll go nuts looking for Nia. Put her in the car and just stay close to her. I just don't know man." Sully said. Davis nodded and headed back to their car. He gently set Georgia on the front seat and then shut the door. He looked around and saw Doc and Carlos taking the man in the yellow car out of the car. They gently put him on the gurney and then rushed towards the ambulance. Davis spun around as the firetruck got here.
Kim glanced hopelessly at Alex and they tried to keep Cynthia still. The firetuck was here, which meant that they could hopefully move the yellow car and then they could get Cynthia out.
Bosco cursed angrily as yet another car sped by him. "FUCK YOU!" He screamed at the red camero. Bosco shook his head and tried to concintrate. He hated directing traffic. There couldn't be anything worse in the world. Bosco cheered silently as a traffic cop pulled up to the side of the road. Thank you Lord! Bosoc waited until Myers was there until he turned and walked towards the pile up. So far, only two alive bodies had been pulled from the twisted wreckage. But, there was also three dead bodies pulled from the wreckage.
Bosco headed towards the other side of the SUV, to where the rest of the cars were. He found Faith helping Mark get a woman from her car at the back of the pile up. He walked towards Faith, but walked behind her instead of stopping.
"You've got red on you." He muttered as he nonchalantly passed her. Faith almost dropped the arm of the woman as she instinctively looked down.
"Wha-BOSCO!" Faith shouted angrily. Bosco chuckled and walked over to where Andrews was working on a man and a woman stuck in their car.
"Need some help?" Bosco asked as he reached him. Andrews nodded.
TBC...