When The Heat is On Chapter 11
Title: When the Heat is On (11/?)
Rating: PG-13
Author: Angela Penfold
Email: AngelaPRPi@aol.com
Warnings: Violence and adult language
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, just playing with 'em for a while.
Notes: Sorry for the delay, overtime at work seriously cut into my writing time. I have created a chapter that fits after chapter 10 but due to its scenes of a sexual nature I have not posted it to fanfiction.net. If you are over 17 and wish to read this chapter, please email me privately.
Flames licked at the match, slowly consuming the wood until they washed over his fingertips. Pain seared his skin and made him smile. Just before the match extinguished itself he dropped it and watched his latest creation burst into life. Fire was beautiful, its subtle colours changing with the consumption of different substances. It rivalled the Mona Lisa every time it was born. The delicate scent of the smoke tickled his nose, brought up a corresponding warmth in the pit of his stomach. Another masterpiece created by a genius, a second chance to bring death to those that deserved it.
He plucked the phone from his pocket, smirked as he dialled. It rang for a moment before the confident voice answered at the other end. "911. What service do you require?"
"Fire," he squealed, injecting fear into his voice. "Christ, the bar on the corner of 61st and Rosewood is on fire. There's a guy inside, owner I think. I can hear him screaming. God, he's burning. I can't get to him." He punched the off button, laughing softly as he slid the phone back into his pocket. They would come and he would show them the beauty of what they had tried to extinguish.
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"55 David responding."
Sending the car accelerating down the street, Bosco flipped on the sirens. The heat had the city going nuts. They'd had four calls in the last hour and now there'd been a report of a fire two blocks from them. Fire and rescue'd be there in six minutes but with victims trapped every second counted. They'd both been in situations like this before and while they weren't easy, neither had ever really found themselves backing down from them.
Faith craned forward in her seat, straining against her seatbelt to peer at the smoke rolling out of a building further down the street. A few flames licked at the front windows but it was the rear of the roof that seemed to be pouring out most of the smoke. People were crowded in a group in the street but no one was moving forward and no one was coming out of the bar. Her fingers scrabbled at the belt release as Bosco pulled the squad into the curb. "Split the search if the owner's still inside. I'll take the front, you take the back," she murmured.
Bosco grinned, practically tearing off his seatbelt. The adrenalin rush was what he lived for, it was fabulous. "Deal." The guy probably wasn't still inside anyway, wouldn't have taken long for someone to rush out.
Together they clambered out of the car, jogged towards the building. The crowd in the street shifted, a rail thin woman coming towards them. "There's someone in there," she announced breathlessly. "He was shouting until just a second ago."
Looked like they were going in after all, yee goddamn haw. He wasn't stupid or suicidal but since the guy inside had stopped shouting it was likely he was dead or dying and needed to be freed from the building. Fire engines were probably still minutes away, they wouldn't get here in time. Exchanging glances Faith and Bosco nodded. Bosco took off for the alley that ran down the side of the building. Behind him he could hear Faith instructing the crowd to stay back, she'd always been the people person.
Smoke drifted down the alleyway like dark ribbons on the wind. Red light flickered against the windows, the crackle of fire growing louder as he entered the courtyard at the rear of the building. The smoke was thicker here, rolling out around the door and pouring out through a window shattered by the heat. Gingerly Bosco laid a hand against the door, testing for heat, at least he'd learnt that much from fire and rescue. Good, it was barely warm; he shouldn't get himself fried just getting inside. Drawing in a deep breath Bosco shoved open the door and ducked inside.
Heat washed over him instantly, searing his face as he inched down the hall he'd entered. Through the gloom he saw the front door open, Faith's body filling its frame briefly. Smoke seeped past his lips, invading his lungs with each breath. Looked like there was a pretty clear path to the rear door from the bar itself. Owner must've got disorientated in the darkness, unable to get himself out. Blazes burned bright in the main room, rapidly building a wall of fire between him and Faith. If he found the guy they'd have to go out through the rear.
A doorway loomed beside him, a few flames licked at its frame but he shoved through it ready to scan the office for the owner. Little light shone through the blackened window but it was enough to illuminate a crumpled form in the centre of the room. Thank god he'd got the guy. He scrabbled for his radio. "Faith, found him. Get out and I'll meet you at the front."
"Got it," Faith responded, her voice through the radio quiet.
Dropping to his knees, Bosco grabbed at the figure. The body rolled, a smirking face turning away from the floor, a familiar face. Bosco frowned, incomprehension leaving him stupefied even as the guy in front of him sat up and swung the hefty mag-lite. Three words were all Bosco muttered before the heavy flashlight connected at his temple and sent him sprawling. "What the hell?"
The floor rushed up at his head, his body barely co-operating as it impacted against the concrete. Pain instantly rocketed through his head, exploded behind his eyes in a dizzying flash of light. Weakly Bosco scrabbled at the floor, tried to find enough purchase to get away, get to his feet as his attacker loomed over him. A hoarse voice, twisted by anger, emerged as the flashlight came down again, smashing into his ribs with agonising accuracy. "I told you," the figure screamed. "You should've got her out of there, stopped the bitch's meddling."
Another swing, then a fourth, blows raining down on his arms as Bosco curled, trying to protect himself somehow. The pain wouldn't stop, just kept rolling over him in sickening waves. Above him the guy continued his tirade, face twisted with hatred. "She shouldn't fucking be investigating, she needs to be stopped." His final words emerged as the flashlight came down again, impacting hard against Bosco's skull. They were all Bosco could hear as darkness rushed in, took him under. "You're a warning to her Boscorelli. Next time you all die."
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Coughing harshly to try and free her lungs of the searing heat and deadly smoke Faith stumbled out onto the street. With the guy found they could get back to a safe distance, let the fire fighters do their work. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, dragging in deep breaths, Faith began to move towards the alley. Bosco was gonna need help getting the owner away from the building.
Smoke began billowing out further over the sidewalk, bringing her to a halt in front of one of the windows. The roar of the flames seemed to be increasing, the glow flickering faster. Christ, the roof was probably coming down, she hoped Bosco was clear. Faith's eyes widened, realisation hitting. The place wasn't collapsing, it was going to blow. Her mind screamed 'move' but before her body could obey the wall of heat hit. Flame and the wave of debris drove her back, threw her to the ground.
For a moment her world was consumed by a red haze, the boom of the explosion taking time to register. As flaming wreckage settled in the street Faith forced herself to her knees. Her ears were ringing, the skin that'd been exposed to the heat stinging but her mind was clear as she stared at the building. Bosco, oh God. Scrambling to her feet Faith staggered towards the alleyway. Her stomach churned, threatening to bring its contents back up as tearful eyes scanned the narrow passage. He wasn't there, no sign of him or the owner at all. He had to have got out, must've before the explosion had torn through the building. Sinking to her knees, her body bathed in the flashing lights of the engines that'd finally arrived, Faith screamed hoarsely. "Bosco!"
Title: When the Heat is On (11/?)
Rating: PG-13
Author: Angela Penfold
Email: AngelaPRPi@aol.com
Warnings: Violence and adult language
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine, just playing with 'em for a while.
Notes: Sorry for the delay, overtime at work seriously cut into my writing time. I have created a chapter that fits after chapter 10 but due to its scenes of a sexual nature I have not posted it to fanfiction.net. If you are over 17 and wish to read this chapter, please email me privately.
Flames licked at the match, slowly consuming the wood until they washed over his fingertips. Pain seared his skin and made him smile. Just before the match extinguished itself he dropped it and watched his latest creation burst into life. Fire was beautiful, its subtle colours changing with the consumption of different substances. It rivalled the Mona Lisa every time it was born. The delicate scent of the smoke tickled his nose, brought up a corresponding warmth in the pit of his stomach. Another masterpiece created by a genius, a second chance to bring death to those that deserved it.
He plucked the phone from his pocket, smirked as he dialled. It rang for a moment before the confident voice answered at the other end. "911. What service do you require?"
"Fire," he squealed, injecting fear into his voice. "Christ, the bar on the corner of 61st and Rosewood is on fire. There's a guy inside, owner I think. I can hear him screaming. God, he's burning. I can't get to him." He punched the off button, laughing softly as he slid the phone back into his pocket. They would come and he would show them the beauty of what they had tried to extinguish.
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"55 David responding."
Sending the car accelerating down the street, Bosco flipped on the sirens. The heat had the city going nuts. They'd had four calls in the last hour and now there'd been a report of a fire two blocks from them. Fire and rescue'd be there in six minutes but with victims trapped every second counted. They'd both been in situations like this before and while they weren't easy, neither had ever really found themselves backing down from them.
Faith craned forward in her seat, straining against her seatbelt to peer at the smoke rolling out of a building further down the street. A few flames licked at the front windows but it was the rear of the roof that seemed to be pouring out most of the smoke. People were crowded in a group in the street but no one was moving forward and no one was coming out of the bar. Her fingers scrabbled at the belt release as Bosco pulled the squad into the curb. "Split the search if the owner's still inside. I'll take the front, you take the back," she murmured.
Bosco grinned, practically tearing off his seatbelt. The adrenalin rush was what he lived for, it was fabulous. "Deal." The guy probably wasn't still inside anyway, wouldn't have taken long for someone to rush out.
Together they clambered out of the car, jogged towards the building. The crowd in the street shifted, a rail thin woman coming towards them. "There's someone in there," she announced breathlessly. "He was shouting until just a second ago."
Looked like they were going in after all, yee goddamn haw. He wasn't stupid or suicidal but since the guy inside had stopped shouting it was likely he was dead or dying and needed to be freed from the building. Fire engines were probably still minutes away, they wouldn't get here in time. Exchanging glances Faith and Bosco nodded. Bosco took off for the alley that ran down the side of the building. Behind him he could hear Faith instructing the crowd to stay back, she'd always been the people person.
Smoke drifted down the alleyway like dark ribbons on the wind. Red light flickered against the windows, the crackle of fire growing louder as he entered the courtyard at the rear of the building. The smoke was thicker here, rolling out around the door and pouring out through a window shattered by the heat. Gingerly Bosco laid a hand against the door, testing for heat, at least he'd learnt that much from fire and rescue. Good, it was barely warm; he shouldn't get himself fried just getting inside. Drawing in a deep breath Bosco shoved open the door and ducked inside.
Heat washed over him instantly, searing his face as he inched down the hall he'd entered. Through the gloom he saw the front door open, Faith's body filling its frame briefly. Smoke seeped past his lips, invading his lungs with each breath. Looked like there was a pretty clear path to the rear door from the bar itself. Owner must've got disorientated in the darkness, unable to get himself out. Blazes burned bright in the main room, rapidly building a wall of fire between him and Faith. If he found the guy they'd have to go out through the rear.
A doorway loomed beside him, a few flames licked at its frame but he shoved through it ready to scan the office for the owner. Little light shone through the blackened window but it was enough to illuminate a crumpled form in the centre of the room. Thank god he'd got the guy. He scrabbled for his radio. "Faith, found him. Get out and I'll meet you at the front."
"Got it," Faith responded, her voice through the radio quiet.
Dropping to his knees, Bosco grabbed at the figure. The body rolled, a smirking face turning away from the floor, a familiar face. Bosco frowned, incomprehension leaving him stupefied even as the guy in front of him sat up and swung the hefty mag-lite. Three words were all Bosco muttered before the heavy flashlight connected at his temple and sent him sprawling. "What the hell?"
The floor rushed up at his head, his body barely co-operating as it impacted against the concrete. Pain instantly rocketed through his head, exploded behind his eyes in a dizzying flash of light. Weakly Bosco scrabbled at the floor, tried to find enough purchase to get away, get to his feet as his attacker loomed over him. A hoarse voice, twisted by anger, emerged as the flashlight came down again, smashing into his ribs with agonising accuracy. "I told you," the figure screamed. "You should've got her out of there, stopped the bitch's meddling."
Another swing, then a fourth, blows raining down on his arms as Bosco curled, trying to protect himself somehow. The pain wouldn't stop, just kept rolling over him in sickening waves. Above him the guy continued his tirade, face twisted with hatred. "She shouldn't fucking be investigating, she needs to be stopped." His final words emerged as the flashlight came down again, impacting hard against Bosco's skull. They were all Bosco could hear as darkness rushed in, took him under. "You're a warning to her Boscorelli. Next time you all die."
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Coughing harshly to try and free her lungs of the searing heat and deadly smoke Faith stumbled out onto the street. With the guy found they could get back to a safe distance, let the fire fighters do their work. Wiping her face with the back of her hand, dragging in deep breaths, Faith began to move towards the alley. Bosco was gonna need help getting the owner away from the building.
Smoke began billowing out further over the sidewalk, bringing her to a halt in front of one of the windows. The roar of the flames seemed to be increasing, the glow flickering faster. Christ, the roof was probably coming down, she hoped Bosco was clear. Faith's eyes widened, realisation hitting. The place wasn't collapsing, it was going to blow. Her mind screamed 'move' but before her body could obey the wall of heat hit. Flame and the wave of debris drove her back, threw her to the ground.
For a moment her world was consumed by a red haze, the boom of the explosion taking time to register. As flaming wreckage settled in the street Faith forced herself to her knees. Her ears were ringing, the skin that'd been exposed to the heat stinging but her mind was clear as she stared at the building. Bosco, oh God. Scrambling to her feet Faith staggered towards the alleyway. Her stomach churned, threatening to bring its contents back up as tearful eyes scanned the narrow passage. He wasn't there, no sign of him or the owner at all. He had to have got out, must've before the explosion had torn through the building. Sinking to her knees, her body bathed in the flashing lights of the engines that'd finally arrived, Faith screamed hoarsely. "Bosco!"