Title: Deep Down
Chapter: Two?
Author: Kelly
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: See First Chapter.
Fred Yokas sat in the apartment, listening to the silence and reading the good book. He set the bible down on the coffee table as he checked the clock once more; it was little after one in the morning and his wife still had not returned from work. He reasoned that she may have had a case to attend to but she would have called. He reasoned that there was some other business to attend to but she would have called. It was not in Faith's nature not to call. She didn't want him to worry intentionally. He picked up the phone and dialled the number for the precinct.
The loud sound interrupted Bosco's wonderful dream, about what he would not admit. He turned over on his side, reaching out for the phone. Whoever it was calling, it had better be damn important ringing at. He squinted at the clock. 01:30, they had to be kidding him. "Hello," Bosco said not too pleased into the mouthpiece.
"Hello, it's Fred." He seemed apprehensive and Bosco just waited for him to continue. "Is Faith with you?"
"No, she left the precinct just after ten to head home." Bosco immediately sat up, fully alert. "Why Fred?"
"She hasn't come home," Fred said with such calm. "She hasn't called or anything. I already called the precinct but they said she went home hours ago. I was just wondering if you knew where she was."
"I just told you," Bosco repeated slowly so Fred could understand. "She left at ten and was heading straight home." He ran a hand over his mouth and looked round. "Did ya hear me?"
"Yes."
"Stay put, Fred. I'm heading over there. Okay?" All he got was the sound of the dialling tone. Oh no, he did not just hang up on him. He put the phone back down on the bedside table and climbed out of bed, searching on the floor for his clothes. Something was not right, Faith would not just disappear like this without good reason. Especially not without informing Fred if and when she was going to be late. Bosco definitely had a bad feeling about this.
Fred sat at the window, staring out at nothing in particular. There was a quiet knock at the door, he gently rose from his seat and walked over to the door. He pulled it back slightly to see Bosco standing there in his civilian clothing, Fred moved back to allow him entrance.
"When did you last speak to Faith," Bosco asked as soon as he was over the threshold. Not evening bothering with damn pleasantries. Fred thought for a moment as he closed the door with a quiet click so as not to wake Emily or Charlie from their slumber.
"It was around lunchtime," Fred finally replied quietly as he turned back to Bosco. "Yes, lunchtime. Faith said you'd just finished patrolling the Upper East Side."
Bosco gave a simple nod, "Yeah I remember." He just wished he knew where Faith was, "And you haven't heard from her? You couldn't have missed her call?" Fred just gave him a look. Bosco threw his hands up in the air, "Okay. Just making sure." He put his hands on his hips, looking round. Where the hell could Faith be?
Fred walked over to the coffee table and picked the bible up, he had great faith that Faith would be fine and would turn up safely. Bosco watched him with caution, he remembered Faith telling him not long ago how Fred had spoken to Jesus or something or other. Bosco had thought it was completely nuts and as he stood here. His opinion had not changed. "Tell you what. I'll get down to the precinct and see if anything has been reported." He didn't want for an answer as he slowly backed up to the door, opened and left at a quick pace. "God damnit Faith," he whispered to himself and to the empty corridor. "Where are you?"