Truth or Lies Malinda4242 While we don't own the characters from TW we do own the bad guys and gals. And the idea. But we share as long as we get good stuff to read! LOL Oh and yeah we hurt him, but we almost always return him alive. ;) Idea developed by boscoslut, and myself....she said, "Hey, how about we do this....." I said,,"OOHHH yeah! I've been wanting to do just that!!!!" Its really scary how we think alike....LOL so we started it. She helped develop storyline and started the first chapter. 'We alternated on this first one, and blended it. This was started in our 500 Thread on another site. Angy asked me to carry it myself to a separate fic. (But she's giving lots of input and Big smilie faces to what I'm doing.) And I said OKAY!! LOL Poor Bosco..with us around he really needs a bodyguard. It is angst and misery..as usual with us. Rated R for just in case. lol
So once again from the evil minds of boscoslut and Malinda4242 Enjoy!
Here for your Angst reading pleasure is the first chapter of
'Truth or Lies'.
"Go to hell!" Emily screamed slamming her bedroom door. Faith threw her arms up in frustration. Tugging at her ponytail she turned to Fred. "I just don't get her Fred! She has NO right to talk to me like that." Faith clearly upset took a step towards Emily's room. Fred extending his hand out gripping her shoulder firmly. "FAITH!"
Faith huffing and turning, "WHAT Fred?"
Fred's eyes full of irritation he let out a heavy sigh. "Faith!" More calmer, "Maybe she just doesn't get you! Relax a minute okay. Just calm down a second."
Faith letting Fred's words sink in brought her hand up to meet Fred's that was now just resting gently on her shoulder. "You're right Fred. As always you are right." Smirking at him she took a few deep inhales of oxygen then looked down to the floor.
Fred erupting in a chuckle, "Now Faith, no need to go to that extreme. Lifting her chin up he looked in her big green eyes. "This is gonna work out babe. I love you. Emily and Charlie love you. It's just gonna take some time is all. You just remember what you said in that café. If it's all true this is gonna work itself out."
Just then they could hear loud sobs coming from Emily's room. Fred bending over kissed Faith gently on the forehead. "You wanna go?"
Faith scrunching up her nose briefly hesitating grinned. "Yeah I'd love that."
"Go for it MOM. I'm gonna go pick up Charlie from Robby's house. Perhaps then we can all go out for a movie and dinner as a family." Smiling with the 'ring' the world 'family' had to it, Fred proceeded to the door. Faith turning to the mumbled sobs heard the apartment door close behind her.
Knocking once gently on Emily's door, Faith didn't wait for a response to enter. Emily lay curled in a fetal position on her bed. Her face buried in pillows and various colored stuffed animals. Her favorite tan teddy that Faith knew as "Mr. Stuffles" was wedged tightly under her arm.
"I'm so sorry sweety," Faith cooed walking over and sitting down gently on the corner of the bed. "I can't believe you still sleep with that thing," she said pointing to "Mr. Stuffles". "You used to take that bear everywhere. You used to get him so dirty. I'd have to tell you he was going to the amusement park to pry him out of your arms to put him in the washing machine. You used to get a stool from the kitchen and open the lid a crack to watch him 'have fun'." Faith snorted a bit and put her hand on Emily's thigh when she saw Emily looking at her. Her eyes full of tears yet a small faint smile. "You remember that? And I named him Mr. Stuffles cause he lost some stuffing and he had to have 'special bear surgery'. You even picked the bag of cotton out from the fabric store." Faith moved up tucking some loose strains of hair back behind Emily's ear. "I'm so sorry Emily. Things will be different this time. No broken promises anymore... this..."
Emily cut her off... "He touched me mom." Faith getting a confused look on her face. The words taking a few moments to settle in.
"Excuse me?"
Emily sobbing heavy again, "he touched me mom. I told him no. He made me do those things with him. Those horrible things."
Faith feeling her cheeks get hot, her mind still having a hard time registering... "What do you mean Em? Who touched you? Who? Your dad?"
Faith standing, a million different emotions racing through her mind. Emily whispering to her, "no mom... Bosco did."
Fred entering the apartment quietly to snag his wallet heard Faith speaking to Emily. Smiling, he tip-toed over to the door space of Emily's room to hear "Bosco did"
"What about Bosco?" Fred asked...
Faith whirled around to face Fred, her own disbelief and shock at what Emily had just said written on her face. Fred looking back and forth between the two again asked this time more forcefully, "I asked a question! Bosco did WHAT Emily?"
Before Faith could respond, Emily spoke up, sobs coming from her, "He touched me! He made me do things to him. I tried to stop him! I didn't want to do them Daddy!" As Fred stood horrified as his ears rang with her words she rolled back over into a ball and began a sobbing screaming that cut to his soul.
Taking a step towards her he began to shake as his mind and heart comprehended what his little girl was telling him. Stopping, uncertain what he wanted to do most at that moment, comfort her or kill Bosco he stood still again. Looking up at Faith, his voice harsh and hoarse with fear and anger, "What the hell is she talking about Faith?" Stepping towards his wife, "Did you know about this?"
Faith in mental turmoil herself, answered him softly, "I only just heard this from her Fred, I can't believe he would...I mean Bosco would never..." Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard she could barely breath. Fred's face as he stared at her was beat red, and Emily's cries of pain were beating at her mind like stabbing hot knives. Faith felt sick to her stomach at the mear possibility that something like what Em was saying could be true. To have her accuse Bosco? Nearly sent Faith over the edge.
Fred shouted at her, "You're DEFENDING HIM? MY GOD FAITH!" Pushing past her roughly, he went to Emily's side finally. When he tried to touch her Emily jerked away her screams growing louder. Helpless as to what to do next he sat looking at her, tears flowing down his reddened cheeks.
Faith stood looking helpless her own self watching Emily and him, "I didn't say that Fred," her soft voice tear-filled, "I just can't believe he would..." She stopped as Fred glared at her, simply adding, "I never said..."
Emily was now in complete hysterics, and Faith's fear grew. While part of her couldn't believe what she'd heard, her child's distress over took her and she told Fred, "We need to take her to the hospital Fred. NOW."
Fred didn't look at her, but at his head nod she moved to gather Emily into her arms, "Come on Em, lets go."
Emily began fighting her, "NO, NO! I DON'T WANT ANYONE TO KNOW MAMA! PLEASE! DON'T MAKE ME!"
It took both Faith and Fred to restrain her as she went wild on them.
They ended up sitting on the floor holding her in their arms, as she sobbed herself to sleep.
Nearly face to face Fred and Faith searched each others eyes, "Faith," he spoke softly to her, trying to keep his fear and fury under control for Em's sake, "what the hell did he do to her? What are we going to do?"
Faith looking at her husband a moment longer, tears staining her face, replied sorrowfully, her own fear and anger just out of reach at the moment, "I don't know Fred. I don't know, but if he did this, oh my god..." Glancing back at him, "If he did this, I will kill him myself." Her uncertainty of the truth, her fear it would turn out to be the truth ripping her heart and mind to shreds.
With her exhausted body tucked safely back in her bed, the covers thrown over her tiny body by her father, Emily lay motionless other than the rising and falling of her chest. After starring at his daughter for God knows how many minutes, Fred finally exited her room. Pacing around the living room and kitchen he begin mumbling to himself. Faith was seated at the kitchen table biting her nails nervously and starring at her spouse. Speaking softly, "Fred please come talk to me. We need to talk about this as a team." Fred grumbling something to himself paced around the table and pulled a chair out next to Faith. Scooting it closer to her he sat, placing his elbows on his knees he leaned in starring at her fiercely.
Before she could say a word he started. "I'm gonna kill him Faith! No one touches my baby..." stopping he began sobbing. Deep sadness mixed with anger. His eyes were red and puffy already from the previous tears. Sniffling he continued, "no one touches her and gets away with it. Bosco? That sick fuck! Never Faith never in a million years I thought he could do something like that to her. Bosco is a LOT of things but never... I just never!"
Faith reached over and took his hands in hers. "Fred calm down your blood pressure is sky high. We need to talk about this rationally... as a team." Faith fighting back the bile in her throat continued. "Fred do you think Em could be making this up? Maybe to get back at me?"
Fred stood kicking the chair back. Flying across the floor sideways it hit the counter. "CALM DOWN? Our daughter just cried her eyes out to us and you think SHE'S making this UP? You're unbelievable Faith! If it wasn't your precious BOSCO you'd already be over there kicking his door down wouldn't you?"
"Fred please calm down, you're gonna wake her up," Faith replied brushing some tears away from her eyes.
"ANSWER ME!" Looking over to Emily's room then back to Faith Fred clenched his jaw shut.
"Fred that's not what I meant. I mean... when would those two have time to be alone together? You keep such a close tab on her. I'm just trying to figure things out," Faith said, her voice cracking.
Fred looked Faith up and down then began pacing the kitchen again, hands locked behind his thick neck. Not looking at Faith he responded, "I dunno... I had a few dates over the past month you've been back to work. It could of happened then."
Faith feeling her blood pressure rising, "This could've happened while you were OUT with that ... that home wrecking WHORE!" Standing she was almost in hysteria now.
Fred turning to her, "FAITH! Now is not the time for that okay! I gotta go pick up Charlie, he's waiting for me. I'll be back" Picking up his keys Faith replied, "you're not going by Bosco's are you?"
Emily sat in her room eyes wide, listening to her parents argue. Thinking back...
Emily's POV
My father was out with that whore again. Sure Angie is a nice woman, but she's not my mother. Damn that pissed me off. I knew where Daddy was keeping his bottle too. And boy did I need a drink. I locked myself in my room and began drinking my problems away. God knows Mom wouldn't be home anytime soon to check on me. I'd be lucky if I got a call. Flipping through my purse for a pen to write out my frustrations I found it. Bosco's cell number. He said I could call if I ever needed anything.
Within an hour he was pounding at my front door. Damn he sure is reliable. Answering the door he pushed his way in frantically. Turning to me, "You okay Em? What's wrong?" Eyeing me up. "Where's Fred? Is he hurt? Where's little Charlie?"
Laughing I threw my arms around him, "No ones hurt Uncle B! I just felt like calling someone and I found your number!" Hiccuping I grinned up at him expecting him to be happy to see me.
"EM!" He exclaims pulling my arms from around his neck, "ARE YOU DRUNK!" Pulling his face back like I smell bad or something. And he's looking at me all pissed off now.
"NO!" Whirling away from him I start to laugh again. He follows grabbing me from behind as I trip over the coffee table pulling me to him to stop my fall. "Emily Yokas have you lost your mind? Your mom's gonna kill you!" Bosco can be such a prig sometimes! Just like Mom! Dumbass!
I look down at his strong arms wrapped around me, not like my boyfriend...oh yeah that's right I don't have one now thanks to my MOM! He sets me on my feet and starts for the kitchen, pulling out his cell phone, "Where's your mom at Em? I'm calling her, and you're going to drink some coffee before she gets back!" He's actually looking at me like he thinks I'm gonna tell him! Man he's even dumber than my Dad thinks he is if he thinks I'm gonna tell him anything.
"I don't know Bosco," I lie, "and I don't want coffee! I want another drink!" Grabbing the whiskey off the counter, "Want to do one with me?" I swig away at it as he stands with his mouth hanging open like an idiot. Then he's snatching at it trying to make me give it up. Instead I pour it over him, wetting his thin tee-shirt down. Damn that man is fine! He jumps back and I pour some on me too. His face! I wish you could have seen the expression when he saw I wasn't wearing a bra under my halter top! Oh MY GOD I was cracking up! He was so red-faced! Wouldn't even look at me again, just kept his face 'averted' while he tried again for the bottle.
"Come on Em stop playing around! Give it to me!" He's trying not to lose his temper but I laugh and throw my arms around his neck holding the bottle behind his back. Before he can react I kiss him hard on the mouth. Now he's grabbing my arms trying to pull me away, yelling at me to stop screwing around and give him the damn bottle. So I stop screwing around and reach down and grab his crotch. You should have seen his face then....oh my god it was great! Felt damn good too.
That's when his expression changed. And suddenly it wasn't a fun game anymore...thetas when I got scared.
Bosco was sitting at his locker, smirking about his last date and how again another had ended in disaster. 'Seems like they all do lately.' Throwing his jacket on over his uniform he looked at his watch. "Hey Sasha, you see Faith yet?" Monroe was just coming in the door, looking over at him, "No, but I wasn't looking either."
Sully walked past heading out, "Lose your partner again Bosco? Or did she just decide to stop baby-sitting and get a real partner?" Winking at Sasha he left the locker room laughing at Bosco's yelled, "Bite me!"
"She's probably just running late is all," Sasha replied as he headed to roll call, "Tell Lieu I'll be right there okay Bosco?" "Sure," he answered as he exited the room.
Almost to roll call Bosco wasn't paying attention when he ran into someone. Glancing up to say, "Sorry." He was surprised to see Fred standing in front of him. "Fred?" Looking around quickly not seeing Faith he asked worriedly, "What's wrong Fred? Where's Faith? Did something happen?" The look on Fred's face scaring him.
"Faiths not coming today Bosco." Fred seemed angry but at the same time strangely calm. "Why? Is something wrong with EM or Charlie?" Bosco's soft worried tone only making Fred's red face redder.
"You little son of a bitch," Fred snarled at him quietly, "I hope it was worth it. Cause you're gonna pay for what you did to my daughter." Bosco looked at him confused, "What? What are you talking about?" Suddenly he remembered the incident when Fred and Faith were out of the house. Did Emily tell them? She'd said she wouldn't, and he promised not to if she did as he asked...before he could say anything or complete the thought Fred was screaming at him.
"YOU FUCKING PERVERT!! YOU TOUCHED MY DAUGHTER! YOU RAPED HER YOU BASTARD!" Bosco was against a wall, Fred holding him by the throat with one hand as he pounded him in the stomach with the other. Gasping for air, trying to keep up with what Fred was saying to him, Bosco felt his lip split and front teeth crack as Fred's large fisted knuckles made contact with his mouth.
Blood spurting out grunting in pain he had no time to raise his hands before another blow landed on his temple. Then the lights were going out as he heard the other officers yelling at Fred to let him go.
Bosco's world slowly came back to him. His eyes first focusing on a bright florescent light above him. A blurry blob suddenly lingered between the path of the light and his slowly returning vision. From the soft whispering sounds emerging from it and the dark round complexion of it he knew it was the face of his coworker Sasha. As the pain too began registering he lifted his hand up cupping his sensitive eyes. "UUUUHHHHHHHOOOOOOO! I feel.... like a truck hit me," he moaned.
Sasha standing over him huffed. "That's because someone as big as a truck hit you! Mind telling us what's going on?"
Ignoring her he rolled his head slowly to the right. He was lying flat on his back on one of the benches in the locker room. His legs spread wide with his feet on the floor, his arms now both loosely dangling off the edges of the metal. Straining his eyes at the tall dark objects, Swersky, Sul, and Davis gradually came into view. Realizing then just exactly who Sasha meant by 'us'.
"What the hell happen...?" Bosco began coughing on the bloody discharge that had gathered in his mouth and throat from his bleeding gums. The contractions in his chest sending another wave of pain mixed with nausea. Lifting his right dangling arm he wrapped it tightly around his rib cage attempting to sit up.
"Whoa whoa!" Ty yelled taking a few steps forward. Bending forward he placed one arm firmly behind Bosco's arched back and the other on Bosco's forearm. Bosco gritted his teeth making a hissing noise, his entire face scrunched into one pained expression. The room spinning somewhat he closed his eyes as he bent forward. Ty moved to the side when Bosco carefully lifted his left leg and slowly edged it to the other side of the bench to a full sitting position.
"Gawddd.... Mhhhhmmmm... how long have I been... been out?" Bosco still grunting at all the pain Fred had inflicted.
"Just under five minutes," Sully replied looking at his watch. "Meds would have been here sooner but there's an accident on 57th. Speaking of which," he said eyeing Davis and nodding.
"I don't need any medical assistance anyway." Bosco suddenly opening his eyes wide, looking around every which way. "Where's Fred?"
Swersky looked sternly at all three cops standing. "Sasha you're with Davis today. Sully you're riding solo. Better get to that accident I'm sure if they don't need your assistance some other civilian in this precinct does!"
"Good luck Bosco," Sasha said giving him a gentle pat on the back. Ty clapping his knee and giving it a friendly squeeze, "see you later man." Sully just nodding all three left the room.
Once the locker room cleared Swersky began. "We threw him in lock up Bosco. He did attack an on duty police officer IN HOUSE!" Swersky stepping forward, his arms crossed. "He has some serious allegations about you Bosco. Care explaining?"
"Not really boss! Where's Faith?" Bosco tried to stand, grabbing the metal bench tightly, his arms shaking. Taking a heavy breath he tried again this time successful. Swaying a bit Swersky reached out and grabbed his shoulders steadying him. "Bosco he wants to press charges!"
Pacing outside Emily's bedroom, Faith looked at her watch again, "Come on Fred, we need to talk about this." Peeking in the door, again, she saw Emily was still lying facing the wall, seemingly asleep. Tears gathered in her eyes as she tried to put together what Emily had screamed out as they tried to control her, with Bosco. Tried to put his face to the things that her daughter had accused him of, and to her shame and horror, she could.
Faith didn't know if it was because he had always dated such younger women, or just her daughters extreme reaction. But whatever the reason, the bonds of trust that she'd built up over the years with Bosco started to snap. And as Emily's words again echoed as they had for the last few hours in her head and heart Faith's anger grew. He had changed so much since Mikey died. And since Rose's injury and the loss of her arm. His brooding and anger had increased to the point Faith felt like she didn't know him anymore. His 'gentleness' was missing. His 'soft' side gone.
Closing the door gently she went to the phone to call Fred. Instead she was going to the front door as she heard a soft knocking.
"Sasha? What are you doing here?" Faith knew something was wrong at Sasha's look, and glancing past her she saw Ty standing in the hall, "Oh my god what?"
Sasha glanced back at Ty, responding, "Faith, Fred came to the house. He attacked Bosco. Accused him of...some things." Searching Faith's countenance for assurance that Fred was mistaken she received only a blow to the gut as Faith started to cry and left the doorway moving into the livingroom.
Carefully they entered, Ty closing the door behind them. His stomach was in knots as he approached the couch Faith was now sitting on. "Faith, you can't be serious! You know Bosco would never do what Fred said he did!"
"Ty's right," Sasha added, pleading inside praying he was right, he had to be right, right? "Faith you know Bosco, he would never hurt a woman, much less a little girl! Why don't you tell me what happened, what makes you think he would?"
Faith sobbing looked up, "You didn't see her Sasha, or hear her." Glancing at Ty, "I'd really rather you not hear this if you don't mind Ty, its nothing personal, just..." She paused begging him with her eyes to leave.
"Sure Faith," he nodded heading to the door, "I'll wait in the car Sasha." After he left Sasha moved to the couch to sit beside Faith.
"Tell me what she said," placing her hand on Faith's arm, and was surprised when Faith instead of moving away, grasped her hand in hers. Hanging on as if for life itself. That was when Sasha realized this was real, and her stomach grew nauseous as Faith started telling her what Emily had said.
"I didn't do anything!" Bosco looking straight at Swersky as he wiped more blood from his mouth argued. "How can he press charges against me?"
"Bosco!" Swersky leaned in on him, his hands on his gunbelt, "He's saying you raped his 16 year old daughter while he and Faith were away from the house! That's how!" Glaring at him as Bosco grew pale. Seeing him about to argue again, Swersky shook his head in disgust, "You have no idea? You don't know what he was attacking you for? A man comes in to my house, your partners husband! The partner who called in with a family emergency right before your shift starts and you have no idea about any of it?"
I'm telling you Lieu, its all a misunderstanding, just a mistake." Bosco mumbled, as he realized why Faith had not shown up today, "I need to talk to Faith, Boss, explain to her..."
"BOSCO!! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND DO YOU? YOU'RE GOING TO BE ARRESTED!" Swersky pushed him stiff fingered in the shoulder to make him 'wake up'. "Fred is already swearing out a complaint, and SVU is already at his cell listening! Good God Bosco! Get a damn clue, you don't need to talk to Faith! You need to call a lawyer!"
Just then the doors to the locker room opened, and two detectives from SVU came in, accompanied by two officers in uniform. Grim faced all, they approached him. Carlos and Levine behind them.
"Now look, is this necessary? You haven't even examined the child yet. Or questioned her have you?" Swersky stepped in front of Bosco as Carlos and Levine moved around him to check out Bosco.
Janson from SVU shook her head, "No, but we don't need to just yet. Her father has sworn out a complaint. We have to take him in. If it turns out she's lying, he'll be cut loose by morning. We already sent Davis and Monroe to talk to the mother and see about getting an exam." Her partner Adams moved around Swersky, "Turn around and face the lockers Boscorelli. You know the drill."
Dave continued to argue, as Adams patted down Bosco after having told Carlos they could tend to his injuries in lockup.
A subdued Bosco stood hands apart, feet spread while his weapons and belt were removed from him. His heart pounding, his stomach filled with glass he felt like he was going to pass out as he found it hard to breath. The thought of spending the night in with the perps he'd arrested last night filling him with terror.
Swersky could do nothing as Adams reaching up grasp Bosco's right wrist, and brought it down and around to his back. As he placed the cuff on, the loud snap sounding like gunfire in the eerily silent locker room. Reaching up Adams took his right wrist repeating the motion. As he led Bosco, hands cuffed behind him now from the room, Bosco looked at Swersky pleadingly, "Lieu, you know I wouldn't do this."
As the others followed them out Swersky could only stand with head hanging. The door closing with a soft snick the loudest sound in the house as all activity stopped outside.
Silent stares and some glares met Bosco as he was taken through the station to booking. At first he tried to keep his head up, meeting each look with a staring challenge of his own. But as they reached the booking area he could no longer endure the eyes of his fellow officers. Head down, tears in his eyes, he waited silently as Adams removed the cuff from his left wrist and snapped it on the bar on the wall as he began fingerprinting him and removing items of Bosco's clothing for safety's sake in lock up.
As he pulled his tie from his neck, and removed his badge, Bosco asked him quietly, "Can I change into street clothes?" Looking over at him, "I don't want to go into lockup in my uniform." Adams gave him a sneer, "Bosco! You really think those skells in there don't know you? It won't matter what you wear short stuff, you're gonna be fresh meat anyway."
I tried to make him stop. I told him I was just being silly, that I didn't mean it. But he had this funny look on his face. Bosco started smiling at me, "You want to play grown up games Em? Is that what you really want to do? Then lets play Em!"
I still had his crotch in my hand, and I tried to move my hand away, but he wouldn't let me. Instead he put his hand over mine squeezing it. Suddenly he's hard. Just like my boyfriend use to get when we had sex. Actually he got that way as soon as I grabbed him the first time, but I really had only just then noticed it. I know guys don't really have control over that, that's why I'd thought it a funny thing to do to him. I wanted to embarrass him for acting like such a parent! Only now, I was the one embarrassed.
Then he's pushing me up against the counter edge. Leaning over me, "You like that Em? Huh? You think its funny to tease guys? Then what Em? What happens when one takes you serious and won't just let you tease?" He puts his hand on my shoulder, leaning down to my ear. I was so scared, he was so angry! "You aren't answering my question Em. Do you think its funny to tease guys?" He'd taken his hand off mine, and moved my hand from him by that time. I could only swallow and shake my head no.
"Good, cause Emily Yokas, its not a damn game!" And suddenly he's across the kitchen facing away. Taking these deep breaths and doing math equations outloud! I didn't dare move. I thought he'd freaking flipped out or something. Finally after a few minutes he moves to the coffeepot and takes the carafe out and starts making coffee! Like nothing had happened.
When it was done, he fixes two cups and tells me to sit at the table. After I go change of course. I almost didn't come back in but I was scared he'd come after me so there I was sitting at the table with this guy drinking coffee like again, nothing had happened.
Only, now he's giving me this lecture on how I could end up raped or some shit over what I'd done him if it was some skell boy who couldn't be trusted to be an adult. Oh my god! I was relieved he'd stopped in the kitchen and so damn pissed at the same time over this stupid lecture! Of course he's so cute, and his eyes are great to stare at so it wasn't a total loss.
Too bad he didn't tell mom and dad what I'd done huh? Cause if he had, I wouldn't have been able to use him to get them to pay more attention to me and make them pay for what they'd done. My dad had a damn affair! Mom acted like we didn't exist! Like her precious job and Bosco were all that was important! Well I showed her. Now she'll have to quit her job and Bosco will be in jail, where he should have gone when he got her shot! And since I had already had sex before, they can't prove he didn't rape me now can they?
Emily could hear her mother crying on Sasha' shoulder, a smile coming over her face she finally fell asleep for real.
Swersky heard Adams comments and stepped into the processing room, "That's enough! Get finished and then he's going with me to change." Bosco gave him a grateful look then turned back as Adams grabbed his left hand. Forcing first one finger then the next and the next individually onto the fingerprint scanner. Bosco could only think how ironic it was that just last night he'd stood where Adams was doing the same thing to a wifebeater. His stomach growing more upset as each finger was pressed onto the scanner and the print appeared on the screen before them.
The pain from his split lip and broken teeth sinking in as well as a dizziness from the blow to the temple as he stood while Adams then removed the cuff from his right wrist to do the same to those fingers. Finally it was done. Watching quietly as Adams finished putting in the information he realized he was now part of the criminal justice system. Only this time it was on the wrong side of the bars. Now he would tonight be looking out instead of in.
Adams removed the cuff again and started to put them on behind Bosco's back. Swersky stepped up and stopped him by placing his hand on Adams hands, "No." Moving between the men he took Bosco by the arm and walked him back to the locker room. More stares, but less this time as the squad room had been ordered back to work while he was being fingerprinted.
Adams followed them and closed the door behind him. Forcing Carlos and Levine to wait in the hall.
"Do you think he did it?" Levine asked Carlos as they waited, "Do you think he raped that teenager?" Carlos rounded on her angrily, "Shut the hell up! NO he didn't do it, are you stupid or what?" She stepped back from him in shock, "Gee don't get so uptight! I was just asking a question's all." Turning back to the door he growled, "Yeah like you always are. Just shut up. Bosco didn't do this." Calming some he added, "I know what it's like to be accused of something you didn't do, okay? Just let it go. I'm sure it will work out...somehow."
Inside the locker room Bosco unlocked and opened his locker. As he started to remove his uniform Adams stepped between him and the locker space. Moving him aside he began to search it. "What are you doing?" Bosco looked at Lieu, "Can he do that?" Dave looked angry but nodded. Bosco stood shoulders slumped and head lowered as he was forced to submit to this additional humiliation. Finally Adams stood back, Bosco's off duty gun in his hand and motioned for him to continue. Refusing to acknowledge him, he began again removing his uniform. Hanging his shirt up carefully he saw it was covered in blood from his mouth. Hesitating only a moment he removed his vest and sat to take his shoes off. Untying them he set them side by side on the locker floor. Standing again he removed his pants and again hung them back up. In a few more minutes he was dressed in jeans, tee-shirt and boots. His light jacket in his hands. Adams and Swersky the entire time never uttering a sound. Now Adams stepped forward and took his jacket from him. Lying it on the bench he again cuffed his hands, this time in front of him at Swersky's dark look in his direction. Dave stepped forward and taking up the jacket placed it over the cuffs and Bosco's hands. Without sound Adams now took him by the elbow and led him again from the room.
"Lieu," Carlos stepped forward, "I need to check him before he goes to Central Booking. Or else someone has to sign he's refusing treatment." Swersky looked at Adams, "They can use my office. Come on."
Bosco was made to sit in the chair next to the desk while Carlos examined him. He put on the pressure cuff and began pumping it up. Leaning down as if reading something on the gauge he very softly said, "Bosco, I can have you admitted tonight if you let me." Before Bosco could react Carlos moved to his face, touching his temple lightly. A dark bruise was forming along his hairline extending downward to his cheekbone and onto his brow. Frowning Carlos took out a penlight and began shining it into his eyes, "He could have a concussion Lieu, he's looking kind of loopy." Taking Bosco through a series of eye and coordination exercises, he again commented, "I think he needs to go in. I'm pretty sure he's got a concussion." As he gently moved Bosco's lip upward watching him try not to wince against the pain he saw the cracked front tooth and the split in the gum. "Look, I'm not trying to start anything here, but he needs to see a Doctor. Tonight." Turning before Bosco could protest Carlos stood his ground facing down Adams. Levine who had been checking his pressure for real as Carlos did the rest, had just finished his chest and stomach, she piped up now, "He could have a fractured rib, there is a pretty good amount of tenderness there. And his pressures kind of high. He's been sitting still for several minutes and its not coming down. I agree with Carlos, he needs to be admitted." Carlos looked over at her, trying not to show his surprise. Bosco did need to see the Doctor but his pressure was not that high, and he'd barely winced when she probed his ribs.
Adams wasn't buying it, but Swersky standing behind him smirked. "Bosco?" He asked trying not to let on to Adams, "You want to go in or what?" But before Bosco could respond Adams himself stepped forward, "Very clever, if I didn't know better I'd say you were lying to keep him from going to jail tonight. But guess what? The jail house has a hospital wing. Lets go Boscorelli." Pushing past Carlos he took Bosco's arm in his grasp bringing him to his feet. Protesting loudly Carlos could only watch as Adams now meeting up with his partner went down the hallway with Bosco between them.
"Lieu!" Carlos tried, "Can't you do something? YOU know he couldn't have done that!" Dave shook his head tiredly, "No, there's nothing I can do, not tonight anyway." Leaving them there he went to call the Union Reps for Bosco to try to get a lawyer to come out for him tonight. Standing helpless Carlos in anger slammed his gear back into the box, "This SUCKS!!" Levine bent down to help him, "Yeah, it does doesn't it?" Exchanging looks of sadness and anger they finished packing.
Faith and Sasha went into Emily's room. Not that Faith wanted to, but after what Sasha had told her Fred had done and that he was in jail for it, she knew she had no choice. If she wanted to get her husband out of jail on assault charges she had to have proof of what Bosco had done to Em.
Standing watching her daughter sleep, Faith's heart broke at what she had to do now. "Em, Emily wake up sweetheart," Faith shook her thin shoulder gently, watching her frown as she turned to look at her. Seeing Sasha standing beside her Emily began to get upset. "Mom what's she doing here?" Sitting up in bed, knowing full and well what Sasha was doing there, "DID YOU TELL HER?" Pushing Faith's hand away she screamed out, "MOM HOW COULD YOU! NOW EVERYONE WILL KNOW!" Shoving Faith aside as she jumped from the bed she dashed past them and raced into the bathroom slamming and locking the door before Faith could catch her.
"EMILY!" Faith banged on the door, "EMILY OPEN UP PLEASE! ITS IMPORTANT!" Resting her head in frustration as Emily screamed no at her and threw something at the door Faith felt Sasha's hand on her shoulder, "Faith, can I try? I know she doesn't really know me, but maybe I can get through to her what's going on."
Faith stood back, "Yea, OK," sighing heavily, "seems like everytime I try to talk to her about anything this is what happens." Tears flowing, "Sasha I let her down so bad. I should have seen something was wrong! How could I let this happen to her?"
Sasha gripped her arm, "Faith, YOU didn't do this. IF anything happened, its the fault of..." she paused taking a breath calming down before she continued, "just let me try ok? Give me a minute here?" Nodding Faith moved into the livingroom again trying to regain her composure as she heard Sasha, "Em, its me Sasha. I don't want you to answer me right away. I just want you to listen to me a moment, its really important honey. Its about your Dad."
Behind the door Emily sat up straighter, "My DAD? What about my Dad!" Smirking to herself as the adults began to play the game her way.
Bosco sat on the exam table while the Dr. from Central Lockup looked him over. His probing and prodding not gentle as he finished with his mouth.
"Well, you don't have a serious injury, but you will have a headache for a couple of days." Turning away to toss his gloves and wash his hands he missed Bosco's look of derision. "But you do have a broken tooth, and it's damaged your gum line. I'll set you up with a dentist as soon as I can. I would give you something for the pain, but with that mild concussion you seem to have I'd rather not. Just to be on the safe side."
"Of course," Bosco rolled his eyes as the Dr. turned back to him, "for safety's sake, I'm sure." His head was pounding to the point it was hard to think clearly, and his stomach was on fire as he knew what was coming next.
Studying him intently the Dr. frowned, "Don't take that tone with me Officer. I'm not the one who put you here. YOU are."
"No," Bosco glared at him, his eyes slightly glazed with pain, "a misunderstanding put me here. One that no one will let me tell my side of."
"Whatever," the Dr. turned away again putting away his kit, "if you knew how many come through here with THAT story." Glancing at the guard, "He can go to his cell now, I'm done here."
Moving to him the guard went to take his arm, but Bosco jerked away, hopping carefully from the table. Wincing as the sudden movements jolted his headache into high gear as well as his mouth's pain. "I can do it myself. I know the drill."
His hands cuffed in front of him still, he led where the guard pointed. As he passed him the large man growled at him, "Don't mess with me you child raping shit. I'll fuck you up." Grabbing his arm he stopped him, leaning down nose to nose with him, "Do you understand me?" Giving him a hard shake when Bosco refused to answer him, "I ASKED YOU A QUESTION? YOU BETTER LEARN TO ANSWER QUICK SON!" Closing his eyes against the renewed pain, he answered softly but angrily, "Yes."
Shoving him hard ahead of him again the guard retorted, "You damn well better if you expect to survive in here. You're gonna need all the help you can get little one. With that face and body, you're gonna be real popular." He snickered meanly, as he saw the fright and panic growing in Bosco's eyes though he tried to hide it from the guard, "That is until they find out you're a child rapist. Then you're gonna be popular, just in a different way." Pushing him hard in the back through the doors of the infirmary.
Bosco was finding it increasingly hard to breathe as he moved through the hallways of the prison. The guards words ringing in his ears. As they entered the final hallway into the cellblocks themselves he immediately was on the receiving end of whistles and catcalls. The guard guided him to his cell, as several tried to reach out and grab him. The guard whacking the ones who succeeded on the wrists with his nightstick as Bosco pulled away. "Stop that JT! You know better!" "Artie, he's not even your type! Go to sleep!"
Stopping finally in front of a cell, the guard tapped on the bars as the prisoner already inside sat up on his bunk, "Angel, look what I brought! You getting a new roommate!" The prison guard in the watch window buzzed the door open, and Bosco was shoved inside.
Spinning back to the door, he tried to talk to the guard but received only a threat for his efforts, "Please, you can't leave me...I shouldn't be in here! I'm suppose to be by myself!"
Leaning to him, "Shut the hell up Boscorelli, before I tell him what you're in here for! And WHO you are," lowering his voice to a mear whisper, "a child rapist cop would be real damn popular with Angel here. He's in here for killing a cop who shot his kid. I'd shut up if I was you and just get in that bunk. And you better pray to god tonight that he's in a good mood and leaves you alone."
Trembling in fear Bosco as the cuffs were removed was shoved deeper into the cell as the guard stepped out. The cell doors slid shut with a BANG!
He stood a moment helpless to do anything to stop it. Afraid to move and afraid not to. Then before he could think straight the guard was gone with a warning, "Angel, you behave now, don't you give him a Hard time his first night!"
Bosco stood in place feeling like he would throw up when, "Hey NFG you want to be on top or bottom?"
Whirling around to the man behind him he exclaimed, "WHAT?" His fear showing now as he felt a panic attack coming on fast.
"The bunks?" The man Angel snickered at him, "You want top or bottom, don't matter to me, I like either. Last guy liked the top one, but I like to get along, so if you want this one?"
Bosco stood looking at him like he'd lost his mind, or Bosco had, one of the two, then he quietly replied, moving quickly to the bunk, "No, tops fine." Climbing up quickly he crawled to the far corner and sat huddled up facing the bars.
The cat calls and whistles ringing through the prison cellblock as other inmates either congratulated Angel on his nice looking new cellmate or offered him money and other items of value to change with them.
Bosco knew it was gonna be a long damn night, and sitting shaking he tried to calm down before he ended up screaming.
TBC...