When the Heat is On Chapter 8
Title: When the Heat is On (8/?)
Rating: PG-13
Author: Angela Penfold
Email: AngelaPRPi@aol.com
Warnings: Adult language and violence in later parts.
Disclaimer: See chapter 1. Characters not mine, no money being made by writing about them.
Chapter 8
As legs went these were just about perfect. They were long, toned and tanned the whole way up. The four-inch heels and short, clingy suit skirt showed them of too damn well. Not a bad ass either, swaying seductively as the woman strode along the sidewalk. Damn if summer weren't the best time of the year, all that flesh on show in the sun.
"Hey officer!" A dark form blotted out the view, a pale skinned, blond haired guy leaning close to the open squad window.
Cursing loudly Bosco thumped a fist against the steering wheel. They were the two most annoying words in the god damn English language. Jag offs just waited for him to find a nice little spot to park the RMP and enjoy what the weather brought out onto the streets before they started yelling them at him.
Ignoring the look of disbelief and disgust on Bosco's face Faith leaned over him and looked up at the guy. "What's wrong sir?"
Confusion clouded the guy's eyes for a moment, his gaze ticking back and forth between the two officers. Slowly he raised his arm, gesturing down the block towards the fire-blackened front of a brick building. "There's some lady digging around in the warehouse down there, messing with the wreckage. I heard on the news the other night that it was like a crime scene. Don't you think people should be stopped doing that? She might be destroying evidence or something."
"Woo-hoo, a real master criminal," Bosco muttered. He looked up, flashing the guy a sugary grin. "We'll go arrest her right away."
The guy watched in disbelief as Bosco waved a hand dismissively. He glanced at Faith, sandy brows rising. She definitely seemed the same one in this partnership. "It's illegal to mess with a crime scene right?"
"Are you sure she's not a police officer sir?" Faith asked. If they didn't get rid of this guy Bos was likely to blow up in his face, heat was getting to him.
Shaking his head the guy slid his hands into the pockets of his shorts. "Wasn't wearing a uniform or a badge or anything. Didn't even look like a plain clothes cop."
Faith cut a glance at Bosco before nodding. He wouldn't be happy with the decision but if he wanted to get back to scooping out women he'd have to agree. "Alright sir, we'll check it out."
Seemingly satisfied the guy stepped back from the squad and took of jogging down the street. Bosco slowly turned to Faith, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks. This is all I wanna spend my time doing, chasin' some moron away from a wrecked building."
"It's the building Doherty and Sweet got hurt in Bos. They're still tryin' to find something to lead them to the guy that did it."
Sighing in frustration Bosco shoved open the driver's side door. "Anyone climbin' under crime scene tape ought a be shot." He climbed out, squinting against the bright sunshine.
Faith rolled the windows of the RMP shut and got out of the car, joining Bosco on the sidewalk. As tough as he acted Bosco still had a soft spot when it came to people getting hurt on the job. He reckoned some of the people deserved it when their own stupidity got them into trouble but the fire fighters were targeted for no reason and that overruled his animosity towards Doherty.
"Went and saw them last night," Faith said as they started down the street. There weren't any official vehicles apart from their own parked at the curb, another strike against whoever was in the building.
Bosco shrugged, trying to look disinterested. He'd known Faith'd check on them at some point. News always got around the precinct fast. "How they doin'?"
"They're releasing Sweet tomorrow, broken wrist and some burns don't get you long at Mercy."
"But Doherty's clinging onto his bed there as long as possible, milking all the attention from those nurses right?" Bosco muttered. Lucky bastard.
Raising her brows Faith nudged open the smoke stained door of the building. The police seal on its frame had been cut. The acrid scent of smoke and burning still hung in the air. Shafts of light highlighted piles of wreckage on the floor, shining through the windows vented by the fire fighters. "They practically sawed him in half to repair the damage to his body Bosco. Considering it only happened three days ago he was looking pretty good. Another week and they might let him home."
"Great. There she is." Wasn't anyone he recognised from the precinct or Camelot.
At the rear of the building the woman crouched, hands delving into a pile of charred wood. She rose slowly dusting one latex-gloved hand against the thigh of the coveralls she wore. The arms of the all-in-one were wrapped around her waist making it look like a pair of oversized pants. Sweat had the olive drab t-shirt she wore beneath sticking to her back and chest.
Bosco wolf whistled under his breath and began picking his way through the rubble. He might've had to break off appraising one damn fine ass but another had dropped right in his lap. "Excuse me ma'am? Didn't you see the police tape on the door?" Crime scene, no entry."
The woman turned swiping her cap back from her forehead with the back of one hand. "Except for authorised personnel." She reached into the pocket of the navy blue cover-alls and removed a badge in a leather case. "Amelia MacNab, fire investigation. You always do follow-up checks on crime scenes in your jurisdiction officer?"
"Boscorelli. Call me Bosco." He shook his head, offering a smile. "Just makin' an extra effort for a friend, fire station's right across from the precinct house."
Faith rolled her eyes and hooked her thumbs into her belt. "A jogger saw you looking around in here, thought you might be tamperin' with evidence."
A narrow eyed look came in her direction from Bosco. She always had to make him look like an idiot in front of a good-looking woman. "We were checkin' the area anyway. You find anythin' in here?"
"Just the same stuff I found in here the first time round. Definite signs of arson just nothing to tell me who the hell did it." Exactly like the fire that'd made her unfit to continue working on the engines, plenty of evidence, no suspects. She'd been hoping that somehow this time things were different. A brow rose as an idea came into Amelia's head. "Were you guys on scene that night?" Police weren't always called to an active fire but it happened sometimes.
"Came out after we heard fire fighters had been injured," Faith said with a shrug. "They wanted crowd control so they could finish working on the place."
Ah ha. Automatically Amelia reached into her pocket for her palmtop. "You see anyone suspicious hanging around in the crowd? Young guy probably." That'd been what the 911 called had sounded like.
Bosco shook his head. They'd been a little too busy trying to find out how badly Doherty and Sweet had been hurt at the time. "Didn't notice anyone like that. Could ask around though, see if anyone else noticed anythin', and let you know if we get any news."
"I'd appreciate it." Dejected Amelia snapped the computer shut and shoved it back into her pocket. When she pulled her hand back out there was a business card tucked between her fingers. She offered it to Bosco as she stepped past him. "I'm heading back to my office. Give me a call if you get anything. See ya." Amelia returned Faith's smile and picked her way out of the building.
Smirking Bosco tucked the card into his breast pocket. This was turning out to be one of the best damn days. "Result," he murmured to himself.
"Let's just lock the place up and reseal the doors," Faith said with a long- suffering sigh.
Title: When the Heat is On (8/?)
Rating: PG-13
Author: Angela Penfold
Email: AngelaPRPi@aol.com
Warnings: Adult language and violence in later parts.
Disclaimer: See chapter 1. Characters not mine, no money being made by writing about them.
Chapter 8
As legs went these were just about perfect. They were long, toned and tanned the whole way up. The four-inch heels and short, clingy suit skirt showed them of too damn well. Not a bad ass either, swaying seductively as the woman strode along the sidewalk. Damn if summer weren't the best time of the year, all that flesh on show in the sun.
"Hey officer!" A dark form blotted out the view, a pale skinned, blond haired guy leaning close to the open squad window.
Cursing loudly Bosco thumped a fist against the steering wheel. They were the two most annoying words in the god damn English language. Jag offs just waited for him to find a nice little spot to park the RMP and enjoy what the weather brought out onto the streets before they started yelling them at him.
Ignoring the look of disbelief and disgust on Bosco's face Faith leaned over him and looked up at the guy. "What's wrong sir?"
Confusion clouded the guy's eyes for a moment, his gaze ticking back and forth between the two officers. Slowly he raised his arm, gesturing down the block towards the fire-blackened front of a brick building. "There's some lady digging around in the warehouse down there, messing with the wreckage. I heard on the news the other night that it was like a crime scene. Don't you think people should be stopped doing that? She might be destroying evidence or something."
"Woo-hoo, a real master criminal," Bosco muttered. He looked up, flashing the guy a sugary grin. "We'll go arrest her right away."
The guy watched in disbelief as Bosco waved a hand dismissively. He glanced at Faith, sandy brows rising. She definitely seemed the same one in this partnership. "It's illegal to mess with a crime scene right?"
"Are you sure she's not a police officer sir?" Faith asked. If they didn't get rid of this guy Bos was likely to blow up in his face, heat was getting to him.
Shaking his head the guy slid his hands into the pockets of his shorts. "Wasn't wearing a uniform or a badge or anything. Didn't even look like a plain clothes cop."
Faith cut a glance at Bosco before nodding. He wouldn't be happy with the decision but if he wanted to get back to scooping out women he'd have to agree. "Alright sir, we'll check it out."
Seemingly satisfied the guy stepped back from the squad and took of jogging down the street. Bosco slowly turned to Faith, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks. This is all I wanna spend my time doing, chasin' some moron away from a wrecked building."
"It's the building Doherty and Sweet got hurt in Bos. They're still tryin' to find something to lead them to the guy that did it."
Sighing in frustration Bosco shoved open the driver's side door. "Anyone climbin' under crime scene tape ought a be shot." He climbed out, squinting against the bright sunshine.
Faith rolled the windows of the RMP shut and got out of the car, joining Bosco on the sidewalk. As tough as he acted Bosco still had a soft spot when it came to people getting hurt on the job. He reckoned some of the people deserved it when their own stupidity got them into trouble but the fire fighters were targeted for no reason and that overruled his animosity towards Doherty.
"Went and saw them last night," Faith said as they started down the street. There weren't any official vehicles apart from their own parked at the curb, another strike against whoever was in the building.
Bosco shrugged, trying to look disinterested. He'd known Faith'd check on them at some point. News always got around the precinct fast. "How they doin'?"
"They're releasing Sweet tomorrow, broken wrist and some burns don't get you long at Mercy."
"But Doherty's clinging onto his bed there as long as possible, milking all the attention from those nurses right?" Bosco muttered. Lucky bastard.
Raising her brows Faith nudged open the smoke stained door of the building. The police seal on its frame had been cut. The acrid scent of smoke and burning still hung in the air. Shafts of light highlighted piles of wreckage on the floor, shining through the windows vented by the fire fighters. "They practically sawed him in half to repair the damage to his body Bosco. Considering it only happened three days ago he was looking pretty good. Another week and they might let him home."
"Great. There she is." Wasn't anyone he recognised from the precinct or Camelot.
At the rear of the building the woman crouched, hands delving into a pile of charred wood. She rose slowly dusting one latex-gloved hand against the thigh of the coveralls she wore. The arms of the all-in-one were wrapped around her waist making it look like a pair of oversized pants. Sweat had the olive drab t-shirt she wore beneath sticking to her back and chest.
Bosco wolf whistled under his breath and began picking his way through the rubble. He might've had to break off appraising one damn fine ass but another had dropped right in his lap. "Excuse me ma'am? Didn't you see the police tape on the door?" Crime scene, no entry."
The woman turned swiping her cap back from her forehead with the back of one hand. "Except for authorised personnel." She reached into the pocket of the navy blue cover-alls and removed a badge in a leather case. "Amelia MacNab, fire investigation. You always do follow-up checks on crime scenes in your jurisdiction officer?"
"Boscorelli. Call me Bosco." He shook his head, offering a smile. "Just makin' an extra effort for a friend, fire station's right across from the precinct house."
Faith rolled her eyes and hooked her thumbs into her belt. "A jogger saw you looking around in here, thought you might be tamperin' with evidence."
A narrow eyed look came in her direction from Bosco. She always had to make him look like an idiot in front of a good-looking woman. "We were checkin' the area anyway. You find anythin' in here?"
"Just the same stuff I found in here the first time round. Definite signs of arson just nothing to tell me who the hell did it." Exactly like the fire that'd made her unfit to continue working on the engines, plenty of evidence, no suspects. She'd been hoping that somehow this time things were different. A brow rose as an idea came into Amelia's head. "Were you guys on scene that night?" Police weren't always called to an active fire but it happened sometimes.
"Came out after we heard fire fighters had been injured," Faith said with a shrug. "They wanted crowd control so they could finish working on the place."
Ah ha. Automatically Amelia reached into her pocket for her palmtop. "You see anyone suspicious hanging around in the crowd? Young guy probably." That'd been what the 911 called had sounded like.
Bosco shook his head. They'd been a little too busy trying to find out how badly Doherty and Sweet had been hurt at the time. "Didn't notice anyone like that. Could ask around though, see if anyone else noticed anythin', and let you know if we get any news."
"I'd appreciate it." Dejected Amelia snapped the computer shut and shoved it back into her pocket. When she pulled her hand back out there was a business card tucked between her fingers. She offered it to Bosco as she stepped past him. "I'm heading back to my office. Give me a call if you get anything. See ya." Amelia returned Faith's smile and picked her way out of the building.
Smirking Bosco tucked the card into his breast pocket. This was turning out to be one of the best damn days. "Result," he murmured to himself.
"Let's just lock the place up and reseal the doors," Faith said with a long- suffering sigh.