Title: Deep Down

Chapter: Eleven?

Author: Kelly

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: See First Chapter.

Faith thought she was going crazy, the silence was eerie and unusual. She reached down around the space next to her, her hands clasping round something. Pulling it up to her face she could see it was a small white bottle; she pulled the lid off and peered in. White pills. The tranquillisers. She looked above her head and saw the switches and remembered about the light draining energy. Faith popped two pills in her mouth, swallowed them dry not wanting to use her water and replaced the lid. Then reached above her head and turned the light off.

Now, she was in complete darkness. She reached up for the light, turned it on and took a look at her watch. It was 8am. God, how long had she been here now? It had been so long that she felt like she couldn't remember. Faith let out a small sigh and turned the light off again then turned onto her side. All she could do now was sleep. Not that it would come easily, which was why she had opted to take the pills to aid her. "Come on Faith," she whispered to herself. "Just pretend you're at home." As if she could do that, if she were at home she'd have some sort of sound. Fred breathing. Cars outside. Now it was just the sound of her own breathing.

She closed her eyes tightly and brought her knees up. Fortunately, there was enough room for her to do this. It was too quiet that was until she started sobbing silently.

Everyone was getting ready to move out. Bosco was anxious to get to work, to get out there and find Faith. He watched as Sully and Davis left the precinct and got in their RMP, 55 Charlie was on its way out. Davis gave him a small thumbs up as they sped away, he put his hands on his hips and gave a small sigh at the sight. That should have been him now!

"Boscorell!"

He'd recognise that voice anywhere, Bosco turned to find Swerksy standing there with the door open. Nodding for him to come back inside, Bosco gave a small smile. "That's all right. I'll wait out here or in 55 David."

"You're not going out," Swerksy answered quickly.

"What?" Bosco said loudly, as if he hadn't been told that information.

"You're working the desk."

"What?"

"It's not up for discussion."

Bosco looked round as random officers pasted him; he quickly walked up the steps toward Swerksy who started walking away. "I can't be on the desk…I need to be out there in 55 David."

"On your own?"

"Get someone to work with me," Bosco said as though it were a simple solution.

"No one wants to work with you."

"Well now that's just insulting," Bosco retorted. Swerksy gave him a tired look as he walked around the desk. Bosco leaned on it.

"I understand Bosco. You're partner's out there somewhere and you want to go and find her."

"Damn straight."

"I can't let you do that," Swerksy said. "You're working the desk. If not, you'll just go out there half-cocked and get yourself killed." Bosco didn't deny any of that; instead he stood back from the desk. There was no way in hell he could do that. Not while he could be out looking for Faith. She would do the same. Hell, he knew she would.

"That's my choice."

"Freedom of expression doesn't come with the job," Swerksy said and handed Bosco a file of papers. "You're working the desk."

Bosco looked at him in disbelief and walked round, slamming them down. "This sucks!" He shook his head and spotted Cruz out the corner of his eye, well this day was just getting better and better as she strolled over to him and leaned on the desk. "What the hell do you want…" Bosco paused. "Sergeant."