Title: Deep Down
Chapter: Eighteen?
Author: Kelly
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: See First Chapter.
Bosco sat up and regained his senses; normally he would have blown a gasket at Fred. He couldn't afford to, if he retaliated in any way it could compromise his involvement in the current case and he Bosco sure as hell weren't going to allow that to happen. Swersky had stopped Fred by doing anymore damage and led him away from his intended target. "Come with me Mr Yokas," he was saying politely walking him through. "I'll tell you everything you need to know."
"Fred!"
Fred turned to Bosco, his expression still remained the same as it had when the man had struck him and knocked him down. "I'm sorry about Faith, but we're gonna find her." He had to be the better man, swallow his pride. He finally got to his feet and put his hands on his hips. "That I promise. I don't care if you believe me or not." The look on Fred's face changed, but only slightly. "This isn't about me. It's about finding Faith and bringing her home."
"This shouldn't have happened in the first place," Fred finally replied, offering no apology for his actions. It was no secret that he hated his wife's chosen occupation. No secret that he hated her partner even more. He was seething at the man before him.
"We're bringing her home," Bosco repeated confidently. "I'm not resting until she's been found."
Fred took one more look at him, then turned round following Swersky.
Bosco watched him turn his back on him and walk away. He wondered just how much information Swersky was going to divulge to this idiot, a guy like that didn't deserve Faith. And what he did? Bosco shook his head as if to shake away the thoughts as something crept into his mind. A saying about that sometimes the only guy who deserved a woman was one who didn't think he deserved her. Instead of giving in to his thoughts and feelings, he straightened himself up and looked up.
"Jag-off," he muttered.
Sitting in the park on a bench, she enjoyed the warm sensation of the morning sunshine shining on her face. Enjoying the moment and this chance to be free and relax without all the inhibitions of work. "Mom!"
Opening her eyes slowly, she was greeted by the face of her young son Charlie who held a soccer ball under his right arm and a wide grin on his face. Faith couldn't help but mirror the expression and smiled brightly. "Whatcha up to?"
"Me, dad and Emily are gonna have a kick about." Charlie looked hopeful. "Wanna come?"
Faith folded her hands over her stomach. "I'll just watch from here." He frowned slightly, fighting not to show the sadness he was feeling and simply nodded. Then ran back to where he came from. Her gaze followed him to where he joined Fred and her daughter Emily.
He had looked thoroughly disappointed that his mother didn't want to join in and as she watched her husband and children, Faith felt left out of the circle. Completely alienated from her family who she loved so dearly. Unshed tears stung her eyes but she didn't take her eyes off them, Faith searched her pockets, she looked down and opened out her pockets as she delved deeply. Successfully completely her mission, she pulled out a paper handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes, sniffed then looked up. The colour drained from her face as her gaze returned to where her family had been. All that remained was the red ball Charlie had been carrying when he approached her. Faith shot to her feet and looked round furiously, "Fred?" She started walking. "Charlie?" Her pace quickened and her breathing became erratic. "Emily!"
"Emily!" Faith sat up a little too quickly and struck her head, forgetting where she was. She lay back down and attempted to control her breathing to calm herself. It took a few moments to adjust to her new surroundings. She'd been here the whole time. It was just a bad dream. Or was it? Faith turned over onto her side and stared into the darkness, her job kept her away from her family most of the time and precious moments spent with them were little or few. In arguments with Emily and Fred, this topic had been brought up many times but Faith had just let it run off her as easily as water.
Now, she was forced into contemplation. After all, she had nothing else to do by lie here and wait for her fate. Whatever and whenever that would be, Faith shook her head slowly. "For the love of God," she whispered. "Just get me out of this place."