A/N: This chapter took me a little bit longer to update, but hey I've taken so much longer on other stuff so I'm glad I did it as soon as I could!! Thanks for all of your support, I appreciate it so much!

Rating: PG-13

Special Thanks: Cosmic Castaway for reading it for me, letting me know how things needed to be improved, and just helping me out! Thanks!!!!

Chapter Four: A Painful Truth

Sidenote: Remember that this story takes place a few months later than where WE have seen it on TV. I've tried to make the time span as realistic as possible to what I'm writing, and though some things may seem off I've tried to keep them where they need to be. Ie: Bosco's recovery time compared to where events are on the show…

Disclaimer: I still don't own them…that's probably for the best seeing as I love to torture them so much! Don't sue me!!!

Responses to reviewers can be found at the end of this chapter.

Deep Blue Chapter Four: A Painful Truth

We have beautiful skies in the city of New York today. The temperature is a mild 73 degrees with five mile per hour winds. 25 percent chance of rain this evening.

Bosco had his TV turned up loud so he could hear it in his bathroom as he got ready for work. He wiped his fingers over the mirror in front of him, wiping away the condensation that had formed from the shower he had just finished with. With the same hand he ran his hands over his wet hair. He stared at the image in front of him. Sure, it was his body, his face, and everything physical was there, but he wasn't the same man mentally.

Once again he put his hand on his scars, the scars that were an extreme reminder of what hell he had been through in the past few months. He pressed the bags that were forming underneath his eyes that looked like dark shadows. His blue eyes were bloodshot from his late nights of staying up and trying to drown the demons with whatever liquor he could get his hands on.

He glanced at the plain clock that hanged ever so carelessly on his bathroom wall and noticed that he was running late. He quickly slipped on a pair of jogging pants and a Texas Tech football shirt and ran out the door.

The weatherman was right. The temperature was soothing, so much different than the harsh winter weather they'd been having. Spring was on the way, a time for rebirth and life. Maybe Bosco could do what nature was doing, and start his life over. He reached the station house in record time, leaving himself ten minutes to get dressed and ready. Finney had not yet arrived, but Bosco wasn't Swersky and it wasn't his problem.

Sully, who approached him as Bosco pulled the red and black shirt over his head, interrupted his thoughts. Bosco didn't stop what he was doing, he just wondered what the hell Sully wanted.

"Having a hard time with Finney?" Sully leaned up against the dark blue lockers.

Bosco didn't look up from changing, but heard Sully's question loud and clear. "What makes you think that?"

"I know it's not my business Bosco, but his father is with the rat squad."

This made Bosco look up, and now he was giving Sully his full attention. It hit a really sore spot with him. "I know his father is with the fucking rat squad. Why the hell is that supposed to make it harder on me?"

Sully shifted his weight and took his hand off the locker. "I'm just telling you to watch your every move. By the looks of you it seems like he's taking the life out of you as it is."

"Role call." Swersky peeked in long enough to say that and then was out again.

"Yeah, and here you go acting like my damn father again." Bosco threw his duffel bag into the locker with a loud thud and walked out just as Finney was running in. Bosco just shook his head and went to the role call room. He was already in a pissed off mood.

"Looks like it might rain." Finney replied as he looked up at the sky. They were both sitting on the hood of the RMP beside Battery Park, on the lookout for a suspect that was involved in an early morning robbery in the area. "Shouldn't we be in the car when we are watching for someone?"

Bosco shook his head. "Probably so, but it's a nice day." He remembered what the weatherman had said earlier, a slight chance of rain and here there was rain clouds forming right over them. The weatherman was never right when he needed to be.

Finney knew about Bosco being shot of course, and it was always something Finney was curious about, the feeling of getting hit by hot bullets. He wasn't sure if Bosco would take offense to him asking, but he was gonna try anyway. "Bosco, do you remember anything about…" He paused. "You know, getting shot?"

Bosco turned and looked at him, a blank expression on his face that made Finney feel totally uneasy. He didn't say anything, the sound of cars and people going by overtook them. Finney blinked his eyes, unsure of what to do. "Sorry, you don't have to even answer."

"Good, because I wasn't going to." Bosco turned away, watching two women jog by.

Rain began to sprinkle down on them, just enough for it to cause umbrellas to pop up like clock work, and soon there wasn't a wet spot on the sidewalk from people carrying them. Bosco stood up with a jolt, scoffing as he opened the car door.

Finney followed. "I thought we were only supposed to have a 25 percent chance. It seems the less chance the more likely it'll rain." Finney shook his head as they sat and waited in the car, the silence taking over yet again.

"5-5 David, we need you to respond back to the house, Lieutenant needs to speak to you."

Finney queued his radio, "55 David, responding back to the house." He then turned to Bosco who pulled the car away from the curb, "What do you think they want us for?"

Bosco quickly glanced at Finney before averting his eyes back to the road. "Don't know, did you do something wrong Finney?"

"Nah man, I was just wondering. This will be a first for me."

Bosco didn't reply as he pulled into the parking spot near the station house, his own curiosity running on what was going on and why they would call them in. He hadn't done anything that he knew of, so maybe it was just some procedure they were briefing the cops on. Only one way to find out.

Swersky met them immediately at the front desk, a solemn look on his face. He walked from behind the counter, approaching them, still remaining speechless. Both officers still were wondering, and that's when Swersky spoke.

"Finney, we need to see you in my office."

Finney looked over at Bosco, then back to Swersky, his heart literally beating out of his chest from speculation, as well as anticipation. "What about Bosco?"

"This is a private matter, that doesn't concern Officer Boscorelli." Swersky then nodded for Finney to follow him, leading him up the stairs to his office. Bosco stayed down by the front desk; somewhat relieved it had nothing to do with him but in his gut he was worried about Finney.

He looked up from reading a flyer, only to see Faith walking in his direction, her badge was being worn as a necklace and she was in street clothes. For a second Bosco had to remind himself that she was no longer a beat cop, but among the best of the best. He lifted his head, giving a small smile though for some reason he still was not ready to have a civilized conversation with her.

"Boz, what's up?" She handed the front desk officer a manila folder.

He turned around and leaned his back up against the counter. "We got called in. Boss wanted Finney for something."

Faith crossed her arms over her chest. She knew what they wanted Finney for, but she wasn't sure if she could tell him so she didn't even let on that she knew. "Oh, well I hope everything goes okay." She turned to walk away but hesitated, and faced him again. "Bosco, you want to go get a drink after work tonight? Last time we spent any time together was when you were in the…"

Bosco finished her sentence, "Hospital, I know. I'll call your cell when we finish our shift."

Finney could feel his face turn red as he walked into the small office, where there was more authority figures than he wanted to see. He looked around, but did not say a word. He was either too scared, or mainly in shock. Swersky was present, as well as an authority from IAB. There was another man in there also, but Finney didn't recognize him.

"Have a seat Officer Finney." The IAB detective motioned his hand towards the seat.

"No, I'd rather stand." Finney felt his palms grow sweaty. He wished they would just say whatever was going on, instead of staring at him and letting him go crazy from it.

Swersky waited a few more seconds and then spoke. Since Finney was his officer he felt it was his duty to let him know. "Officer Finney, your father, CT Finney of IAB, has been indicted for murder."

Finney literally felt his knees give out, and he put his hands on Swersky's desk to keep his balance. Sweat began to pour from his brow, and the walls seemed to be closing in on him. He couldn't think of much to say so all he could muster up was, "What?"

"CT Finney was involved in an internal investigation for months, and it was revealed today that he set up a murder about 25 years ago."

Finney knew what investigation Swersky was talking about; it was about Davis and his father. He never thought his father was capable of it. His father was like a God to him, and taught him everything he knew about policing. "Did he confess to it?"

Swersky didn't answer at first, and that's when the IAB detective broke in. "Officer Monroe conducted the investigation after her cover was blown around a month ago with her investigation towards Cruz. She picked up the investigation against your father, and enough witnesses were brought forward, bringing much evidence and your father has been indicted off of that."

"Can I see him?" Finney's voice was light as he stared down at the floor. He was almost embarrassed about this situation.

"He's here in a holding cell, and yes you can go talk to him."

Finney turned to leave, and as he opened the door he saw Sasha. He saw red as he walked by her, seeing how she could barely even look at him. "Thanks for ruining my life Sasha. Here I was, standing up for you when the rest of the team was treating you like shit and then you have to ruin my life."

Sasha knew Finney would take it hard. "Finney, he is dirty. I don't know what else to tell you."

Bosco heard the commotion and walked up the stairs, seeing a very pissed off Finney walking towards the holding cells. Instantly he knew it was something with his father. "Monroe, what's going on?"

Sasha waited until Finney went into the next room, and then she pulled Bosco to the side. "CT Finney is going to trial for murder. I uncovered some stuff about Davis' father's murder, and CT set it up. Enough officers that were around when it happened came forward, including Sully." She wiped a tear off of her cheek. "Sully almost lost his pension and job because of it but we worked around it."

Bosco nodded. "How's Brendan taking it?"

"Well you heard didn't you? I think he's just in denial right now."

Finney gave a small wave towards his father as he walked in, not wanting to see him in the cell like that. He pulled a chair up next to the bars, getting as close to his father as he could. He ran his fingers through his hair, taking in a deep breath as he tried to calm down from the events that had just passed.

"What are you doing here Brendan?" His father looked away, not wanting his only son to be here.

"I just heard. Is it true?" Brendan's steal cold blue eyes stared at his father, making him feel very uneasy. Finney didn't take his eyes off of his father, waiting for an answer. CT didn't answer. "Judging from your prolonged silence you did do it, didn't you?"

CT scratched his eyebrow, frowning. "There's a handful of cops out there saying I set up the murder. No matter what I say it's their word against mine."

"I'm your son though. You know I'll believe you."

"Then I need to tell you the truth. Yeah, I set up the murder. Yes, I'm a dirty cop son. I'm sorry you have to witness it, but maybe it'll teach you NOT to be dirty."

Finney stood up, scooting the chair back with a skidding sound. His stomach dropped to the floor. This was way too much for him to take in, and he didn't know how to react. He wanted to reach in and punch his father for being so stupid, yet he wanted to hug him and protect him. "Dad.." Finney didn't finish his sentence as he stormed out of the room, seeing Bosco instantly. "I'll be in the RP Bosco."

Swersky stopped Finney before he reached the staircase. "You aren't going back out on the streets tonight. Your mind isn't in it. I want you to take some personal time, get your head back in the right spot."

Finney gritted his teeth. "I'm fine."

"No, you aren't now go home."

Bosco waited in front of Haggerty's for Faith to get there. The best way to end the awkwardness between each other was to go out and have a few drinks and get it over with. The rain had subsided but it seemed chilly, and he paced back and forth trying to stay warm. He saw her approaching down the street.

"Hey Boz, sorry it took me so long."

"It's ok." He opened the door, letting her in first. They sat at the bar where he ordered a Jack Daniel's, and she got a beer off the tap.

"So, I'm sure you found about what was going on with Finney." Faith took a small sip out of the beer mug.

Bosco nodded. "Yeah, I did. I feel bad for Finney but he's gotta realize his father is scum."

Faith watched as Bosco finished off his second shot of the whiskey. "How many do you plan on drinking tonight?"

He tapped his finger on the glass. "As many as it takes."

"As many as it takes for what?"

He looked up at her, not even sure why he had said that out loud, or why he said it. He shrugged. "I'm not sure what I meant by that. Just disregard it."

She didn't say anything else about it, not wanting to make him mad. She wanted a peaceful evening of getting caught up on things, and this was no way to do it. "So how's your mother?" She couldn't help but watch him polish off his third and forth shots, hoping he'd eventually call it a night.

"Same old mother. I think she's still depressed about Mikey's death but I'm still taking it hard too."

"Emily chose to stay with me. I know when you were in the hospital I told you about Fred confirming wanting the divorce. About a month ago she showed up at my house saying she chose to stay with me. I couldn't believe it. She did a complete 180 from how she used to be."

Bosco raised his eyebrows, he was surprised from that also. "Congratulations, I'm glad for you. Maybe when Charlie is old enough to make the decision he'll choose you too." He deep down inside wanted to ask Faith why she has taken detective. He knew WHY she had, but for some reason it hurt him because they had been partners for so long and that was no longer a part of either of their lives.

"Yeah, maybe Charlie will. Sometimes I think he needs his father though."

"Yeah, boys need fathers. I wouldn't know that though." He scooted his empty shot glass across the polished wood counter top. "Can I ask you something?" He looked Faith straight in her eyes.

"Sure."

"Do you miss being my partner?" That had come out more desperate than he intended it to.

She licked her lips. "Of course I miss being your partner. I miss it almost every minute of the day." She grabbed a peanut out of the tray in front of them, feeling more awkward than ever. "Why do you ask?"

"No particular reason." He stood up and tossed a 20 and 5 dollar bill onto the counter. "I gotta get going. It's late and I'm tired." He knew he wouldn't sleep but he was growing irritable. "This shall be continued."

"Boz, thanks for the conversation."

"Yup, I'll see you tomorrow sometime."

When Bosco got home he turned the TV on and as he listened he rummaged through his pantry and refrigerator for more alcoholic beverages.

A New York City Internal Affairs Officer was indicted today, on charges of murder in the first degree. CT Finney, a 30-year veteran to the department was arrested today on suspicion of murder. We will have more on this story as it develops.

Bosco scoffed, turning the TV off. Listening to the city sounds seemed more soothing at the moment than anything else. He finished off his bottle of Canadian Mist and dozed off in the same spot he had nights before. Finney was the main thing on his mind.

Finney found himself at Grace's door, despite the time it was. He looked at his watch, seeing it was 1:15 AM, but he needed someone to vent to and she was the closest thing he had to a friend. She finally answered the door after five minutes, her hair disheveled and her eyes were half-open from being asleep.

"Finney? What are you doing here?"

"Did I wake you up?"

She opened the door wider, yawning. "No, not at all. Come on in." She tried to sound sarcastic, but it came out more sincere. "You okay Finney?" She sat on the arm of her couch.

"I just found out today that my father is a piece of shit."

Grace cocked her head to the side. "What do you mean? What happened?"

"He's going to prison for a long time." He walked towards the door. "Grace, I'm sorry for coming here so late. I should get going. I'll see you tomorrow sometime." He didn't feel right telling her this all the sudden. He didn't give her a chance to respond, but walked out the door and into the cold night air. He didn't know where he was headed now, but he knew it wasn't home.

TBC….

Responses to reviewers:

Cosmic Castaway: You crack me up so much! Thanks for your help, I can't say it enough and YES you get to see it FIRST! Don't you feel special! (sticks tongue out) I love ya girl!

Thirdwatcher: Glad you like him and think Bosco is in character for this. It was my worry cause he's gotta grow up that no one would think he is! Thanks for reading and I appreciate your review!

Arodloverus2001: I put more Faith in here for ya this chapter, Hope you like the scene with her and Bosco at the end! Thanks for continuing to read this, and thanks for your support! I'm so glad I'm keeping your interest!

3wFanatic: I promise that Faith will appear more. I tried fitting her in this chapter a little bit more for you guys, but rest assured she's not going anywhere! It's refreshing to get reviews like you have given, and I thank you for your support on this!

Jayne-190: Writing Bosco in depression is so much fun, just because he's such a deep character that so much stuff can happen and I'm glad you are realizing that he doesn't see it hitting him. Thanks for your words of kindness and I'm glad I'm writing them realistic for you…that's one of the best things a writer can hear/read!

MrBigFish: Did I leave you speechless? Haha! You have been here since the beginning, and thanks so much. Glad you like it! (smiles)

Thirdwatch55: Actually I'm trying to avoid a storyline that leans towards what happened to Sully if at all possible. I don't know if Bosco is gonna get that extreme with his drinking, but he'll definitely need some help! There are moments when I'm feeling Bosco is out of character with his "matureness" but I'm happy to see someone is enjoying reading it! Thanks for your reply, and I hope each chapter gets better and better for you!

Again, thanks for all of your –wonderful- replies!!! Hope to get a new chapter up soon!