Title: Deep Down

Chapter: Thirteen?

Author: Kelly

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: See First Chapter.

While Cruz worked at getting the information, while Bosco worked the desk and most of the 55th precinct worked on getting some overdue answers. Faith Yokas lay on her side, her dreams haunting her terribly. If it weren't for the aid of the tranquillisers she would never have gotten to sleep. It was the only thing that kept her eyes closed. What if she never got out of here alive? What is she never saw Fred, the kids. Bosco.

She jerked awake and her eyes snapped open, rapidly blinking hot tears away. Her limbs ached and she really wanted to stand up and stretch them, move them about but then she came back to reality. She had been buried alive. Like that seemed like reality in this day and age. Faith couldn't wait to get out and get her revenge on the bastards who did this to her. Shifting uncomfortably on her back, she felt a strange pressure on her bladder. She had to pee and desperately. Her gaze trailed down her body and to the bucket that had been provided, she reached out a hand for it. "Here goes nothing," she whispered dryly.

"No sir." Bosco leaned an elbow on the desk as he spoke to the voice on the other end of the line. "No we don't retrieve cats out of trees." What the hell was this? Had this guy seen too many cartoons? The only thing that would have made it completely perfect would be an old woman in a cardigan. "No this is the police department, we catch bad guys and give out tickets. We do not. Repeat do not rescue cats." He slammed the phone down and muttered. "Jag-off."

"Having a bad day?" Davis asked as he walked past with someone to be processed.

"That obvious huh?" Bosco answered, releasing his sarcasm full-force. "I can't take much more of this."

"Any news on Faith?"

"Not a damn thing." His gaze wondered up the stairs where Cruz was working then glanced back to Davis. "Hopefully they'll be some answers soon."

"Hopefully," Davis repeated as he carried on.

Bosco envied him as he watched him walk on by. It should have been him out there catching perpetrators. Issuing tickets. Finding Faith. Anything yet here was working the desk, which he thought, was a meaningless task. Sure it was good for pencil pushers and people who could stand still for more than five minutes and had an even longer attention span. This was most definitely not for him and Swersky knew it.

Davis and Sully were heading back out in 55 Charlie, as they passed the desk a call came in over the radio. Something about a crashed UPS van downtown and the driver being found unconscious and stripped of his uniform. Bosco leaned in and listened, as did the two other cops. "This is 55 Charlie," Sully said as he raced out. "We're five minutes out…"

Bosco raced round the desk to join them, Davis stopped him by putting both hands on his shoulders. "Hey where do you think you're going man?"

"I heard that, it's something to do with Faith. I know it is."

"We're handling it man."

"I need to go with you Ty." Bosco looked at him, desperation etched on his face. Davis shook his head slowly.

"I'm sorry."

"Davis," Sully shouted from the door. "Get your ass out here." Davis walked over to him, throwing Bosco a look over his shoulder. "I am really sorry man." With that, he and Sully disappeared. Bosco gave a small sigh and put both hands on his head. This was all too much to be just a coincidence, he thought back to the man who had brought the package. He could've been talking to the jag-off that had taken Faith. He remembered the clipboard, the papers that didn't look totally official. The guy had some guts, coming to see the aftermath?

Only one reoccurring thought kept entering his mind: Hang on Faith