Disclaimer- Third Watch is owned by NBC/Warner Brothers/Writers/Whomever else. Ok, this is the first time I've written a fic in a while, especially a Third Watch one. I didn't receive all of the reviews in my email, so I've read a few new ones, for the first time, tonight. Constructive critisizm is welcomed, and I do realize that how I came off was kind of harsh with Bosco at the time. But that's what I was feeling towards his character, and the storylines he was dealt, at the time. Frustrated, and harsh. With that said, I thank everyone for their reviews, and hopefully this next story sits well with everyone.
And also note that I do NOT live in NY or anywhere near it, so I don't know exact streets, buildings, areas. Any of the following used, will be from my own mind. So please don't take it as anything but that.
Rating- PG-13 in MY opinion, but that really is up to you guys, the readers. I WILL swear, cause normal people tend to do that. And nothing is meant to offend or confuse anyone. This is pure fiction, and I write it with peace in mind. Now then. Enjoy the story as written.
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"Wrong turn-" Bosco was cut off, as Sasha sped toward the suspect. He gave her a look of annoyance, as she ignored his suggestions, and took up her own ideas.
"Ok, what part of 'wrong turn', don't you get!" If Swersky even mentioned Sasha's name after today, he'd turn around, and go back in the direction he came.
"And what part of shut up don't you get!" His mouth shut, shocked that she'd actually yelled back. He hadn't expected that.
"I'm getting a new partner." He took a deep breath, and sat back.
Shrugging, Sasha finally came to a normal speed, having lost the suspect. "Thank God."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means, I'm sick of picking up after you. Everyone is. When are you going to be responsible-"
"Oh you're talking to me about responsibility?"
Sasha rolled her eyes at him, "You've got to get over that, Bosco. Everyone else has."
"Well great for them, but I haven't had a chance to get over it yet!"
"When are you going to get over the pity me thing?"
"Excuse me? What pity me thing? I'm stating what happened."
"How about, you be quiet, I be quiet, we don't have to talk." She watched the light turn green, then drove through it. He just watched her.
"I'm not saying pity me. If I was, I'd be complaining and whining-"
"And what're you doing now?"
"God. Fine." He wasn't trying to get pity. He was just stating that, while he'd been 'away', everyone had had time to cope with Sasha's being a rat. He hadn't had that luxury yet.
"Five Five David, respond to robbery on Arthur." Bosco answered the radio, and flipped the lights, without another word to Sasha.
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"Took ya long enough." Sully greeted them, as they pulled up to the scene.
"Yeah well.." Bosco made sure to steer clear of Sasha, as he looked around, taking in the scene.
Broken glass was scattered on the sidewalk, pieces of jewelry were askew, and other officers were already asking potential witnesses, what they saw.
"So what're we here for anyway?" He noticed her walk towards Ty, and brought his attention back to Sully.
"Same reason they're here. Ask questions, make sure nobody kills each other or tries to get inside.
"That all?"
Sully puffed at him, "What'd you want? Mass chaos, reporters, your face on the front page?"
"No. I'm just saying, shouldn't we be doing something besides standing here?"
"Speak for yourself, I'm providing a public service."
Ignoring Sully's last comment, Bosco started walking around, growing restless. This wasn't what he'd waited to get back to. He'd wanted to get to the streets, do some good, get rid of assholes like the one that'd put him in that hospital bed.
"Come on.." Something had to jump out at him. Someone had to be doing something stupid. He hadn't gotten by all of these years, because of free-loving people.
"Bosco!" It was Sasha, calling him over to her and Ty.
"What am I, a dog now?" But he slowly made his way over. He had nothing else to do.
"What?"
"We're leaving."
"What?"
"I said, we're leaving. As in, the process of going. Ceasing."
"I know what it means, but why are we doing it?"
"Cause I said so."
"What is it with you and controlling?"
"It's not controlling. It's telling. There's a difference."
"In what language?"
"My language. Get in my squad."
"It's not your car. You can't just own Five Five David. I've been driving that car since I came here. You've been here like what, two years? You can't assume all responsibil-"
"I thought we weren't talking about responsibility?"
"Oh my God."
"Just get in the car Bosco."
"After you get in the passenger seat, I'll glad get in the driver seat."
Sully and Ty watched them, amazed. They couldn't tell who was talking half of the time.
"Uh, guys?"
"What!" Bosco and Sasha both yelled in Ty's direction. He gave them a small smirk, and pointed in the direction behind them. There was another squad, waiting for Sasha and Bosco to move out of the way.
"That is so like you. Hold up everyone else so you can get all of the attention." She was second to move out of the way.
"Then how come I was first to move?"
"I'm done with this conversation."
"Who's having a conversation? Two sane people have to have a conversation, I only see one sane person here."
"Thanks. I knew I wasn't the only one who noticed."
Realizing that he wasn't going to win, Bosco conceited and got into the passenger side. He was getting a new partner, first thing tomorrow.
"See ya guys." Sasha returned the nod Sully and Ty gave her, and pulled out of the space.
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"So why'd we even bother going to the robbery, if we weren't going to do anything about it?"
'Look ahead, don't say a word..' Sasha took small breath's, trying to avoid another argument. She didn't want anything upsetting the baby, especially something unimportant like Bosco.
"I mean, seriously, we make the mad dash, lights on, sirens on, ask Sull and Davis what's goin' on, and you just high-tail outta there. What was the point in even goin'?"
Breaking a little too late at the stoplight, she jerked her head to look at him, "I'm not the one that said we'd answer the call, and I'm not the one that put on the damn lights."
"I can't make a point-" Before Bosco could finish his sentence, static from the radio interupted them.
"Ten thirteen! Shot's fired! I repeat, shots fired-" They didn't need to hear the rest.
"Was that-?" Sasha gave Bosco a fearful look.
"Ty."
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ok this isn't going where you think it is. and I probably gave too big of a lead-in to make this story worth it. just enjoy and review if you want. and like i said, just keep in mind i haven't written a third watch fic in a while so if i'm rusty, you'll know why. i'll probably write the next chapter now, and post if anyone wants to see it. for now, goodbye :) review if you want- i do love reading them. -christina
