A/N: This one took me longer to get out because of the holiday week, probably one of the busiest weeks of my life but here's a new chapter for you guys! I hope you enjoy it!
Rating: PG – 13 but this chapter does have some strong language in it.
Summary: As if Bosco's life couldn't get any worse after being shot, he's been forced to pair up with Finney, a rookie fresh out of the academy. Things get interesting as the days pass, will they be good for each other or will it be a complete mistake?
Special Thanks: Once again, Cosmic Castaway for her awesome help..can't thank you enough. Also to all of you out there who have responded me and let me know how I was doing!!
Chapter Five – All In A Day's Work
Disclaimer: Still not mine, which is a good thing.
Responses to reviewers can be found at the end of this chapter.
Deep Blue Chapter Five
Finney sat up straight in bed as the sound of his alarm clock pierced through his ears. He looked at the red, digital numbers and saw the time was 8:30. He rolled over, quickly hitting the black clock with his fingertips. He yawned, and stretched out in his bed. The effects of a hangover were taking effect, and suddenly his body fought hard for him to stay in bed and not move. For a few hours the night before he had totally forgotten about the circumstances with his father, but this morning that was the first thing he thought of, making him literally feel sick to his stomach.
He kicked his legs off the side of his bed, running his hands through his disheveled hair, only to find one aspirin left in the bottle by his phone. He swallowed it down, hoping that would somehow help. Today he was going to get some questions answered with his father.
He quickly got dressed, putting on the nearest thing in his closet. He shoved his messy hair under a navy blue NYPD hat and walked out his door. His goal was to walk into the jail going unnoticed, and make it to his father without having to talk to a single soul other than the front desk officer.
Unfortunately, he wasn't that lucky. Every person that knew about the situation would stop and stare, as if he was dirty like his father. It made him want to be splashed down with a fireman's hose.
He sat down across his from his father at the small table. The silence was so awkward that he wanted to just stand up and leave, but that wouldn't be right.
"So what brings you here Brendan?"
Finney leaned forward, not speaking right off. "I sort of left in anger last night. I'm family, I should be here to back you up regardless of if you did it or not." He paused, looking away from his father. "I just, I just wanna know why you would do something like that?"
CT spoke right off, as if he had rehearsed it over and over in his head. "I was stupid. I am stupid. And I don't expect you to back me up on something as rotten as this. You'll make more enemies than you can handle, people will think you are just like me. They'll think you are capable of this too."
Finney shook his head. "They already think that, dad."
"Who does?"
"Sullivan, Davis, all the officers I just saw when I walked in here. They haven't actually came out and said it, but I can see it in their eyes. It's a gut feeling."
CT sat back in his chair. "Do what I said and get as far away from me as you can."
Finney could tell it was hurting his father to say that, hell it hurt him to even hear it. "I can't do that dad."
"Yes you can, and you will." He then motioned for the guard to come get him. "We are done here."
Finney just sat there for a few moments after his father was gone, taking in what had just happened. He was slowly but surely losing his father and he had absolutely no control over it.
Finney stared into the bright sunbursts that shown through the car window. He hadn't said two words to Bosco the entire shift, and frankly he didn't plan on talking at all. Bosco hadn't made any ill-fated attempt to speak to him, so it was probably best that they sit in silence.
"You want to get something to eat?" Bosco kept his eyes out on the street, breaking the long break in conversation that seemed quite comforting for the moment.
Finney shrugged, not caring either way. He didn't have much of an appetite; "I could use something to drink."
Bosco pulled the car to the curb with an abrupt jerk of the steering wheel, pulling in behind another RMP. He saw the annoyance written on Finney's but disregarded it as he stepped out of the driver's side and walked towards the front entrance of Shangri-La, a very pleasing Chinese food restaurant.
Finney got out, but was hesitant at first. "That's not 5-5 Charlie is it?"
Bosco glanced at the car. "Yeah it is. Why?" Bosco figured it was because of the situation with Finney and his father, and Sully being one of the reasons behind why CT was behind bars. "Look, you are going to have to work with Sully everyday.." He trailed off, opening the door and walking in. He wasn't going to stand out in the cold and say what was evident.
Finney swallowed hard. Bosco was right. He slowly walked in, not making eye contact with anyone as he sat down and looked at a menu. Sully read Finney very well, and could tell he was very insecure.
"Finney, calm down. If you think I'm going to sit here and talk crap to you, you're wrong. I've got more class than that." Sully twirled his two chopsticks around his fingers.
Finney arched his eyebrow, trying to act like he didn't know what Sully was talking about. He sat down in a chair across from him, giving him a blank stare, he really had nothing else to say to him. He didn't see the waitress waiting on him to say what he wanted.
"Finney, she's waiting." Bosco didn't look up as he read down one side of his menu.
"Oh sorry ma'am. I'll have a glass of iced tea and that's it."
Bosco looked up, folding the menu and handing it to her. Just the expression on his face made Finney want to hit him. Bosco's intention wasn't even to piss Finney off or make him feel uneasy for that matter but Finney's emotions were way off course for the time being, and at the drop of a hat he could lash out at any one.
"You want to stop staring at me Bosco?"
Bosco ignored Finney and ordered his food, and glanced at the waitress from the corner of his eye as she walked by. He then nodded at Davis, making small talk with him. "What's up Davis?"
Finney hit his hand on the table, acting very out of character from what any of them had seen in the short time that they had known him. "Bosco, don't act like I'm not here in the room."
Bosco crunched some ice between his teeth, a questionable look erupting across his face. "I stopped staring at you like you asked me to."
Finney stood up, walking to Bosco's side of the table. Bosco stood up also, and Finney got in his face, both of them were eye to eye, a stare down began. Bosco knew in the back of his mind that Finney wasn't feeling right, he wasn't the Brendan Finney that normally came to work but then he also thought he must defend himself, obviously. He gave Finney a light shove, warning him to step back.
"Finney, get out of my face and sit down."
Sully also stood up, standing to the side. By this time they had gotten everyone's attention in the small restaurant, and the silence was awkward.
"Finney, what's wrong? Bosco didn't do anything!"
Finney didn't acknowledge Sully, but continued to stare at Bosco with a cold glare that could put a hole through glass. He gritted his teeth. "I'm tired of you looking down on me. My father did what was right!"
Bosco stepped back, keeping his hands up at his waste. "I didn't say shit about your father Finney."
"You don't have to Bosco, I can see it in your eyes." That's when Finney lost total control and swung at Bosco, but Bosco was quick with his reflexes and stopped his punch as he grabbed Finney's fist, sending Finney to the floor. He kept his tight grip on Finney, making him wince with pain at Bosco squeezing it.
He knelt down beside Finney as he let go of his fist. "You ever swing at me again Finney, and they'll be sending your mother a neatly folded flag and condolences on your death." He stood up, straightened out his shirt, and walked out of the room. He had lost his appetite.
It took Finney a few minutes to gain his composure and he too got on his feet, noticing the attention that they had attracted. He then averted his eyes over to Sully and Davis, the embarrassment finally hitting him like a freight train. "Mind your business," was all he mustered up as he followed Bosco out the door.
"5-5 David, respond to 122 5th Avenue, apartment 67, domestic dispute."
Bosco got in the car and Finney got there just in time to get in and respond. "5-5 David, 10-4." Bosco then turned to Finney. "Get your mind on the job right now and nothing else. Don't want to lose your life over problems outside of work."
Finney didn't say anything as they quickly arrived. They both got out and walked up to the entrance of the building. "Another domestic? Man you'd think that's all anyone ever does is fight." Finney shook his head as they opened the door up.
Bosco didn't say anything as they approached the stairs and walked up to the fourth floor. He hated domestics with a passion and that's all he and Finney had been on besides the fire.
Knocking on the door, Finney yelled out, "NYPD open up!" To their surprise someone answered. It was a lady that looked to be in her thirties. She looked almost too frightened to even breathe, but Finney spoke up. "Ma'am, we got a call about a domestic here. Is everything okay?"
She shook her head, gasping. "No, you don't need to come in. Please don't come in."
Bosco pushed the door open farther, all three of them stepping completely into the apartment. There was a man on the couch, a glare on his face but nothing too threatening showed on him. He sat still. Bosco leaned against the arm of the couch, smirking at the motionless man.
"What's going on here?"
The man didn't answer, but looked as if he was trying to stay as quiet as he could. Bosco looked at Finney, shaking his head. Something didn't feel right but no one was cooperating or saying much of anything. That's when footsteps could be heard in another room, causing both officers to jerk their heads around instantly and look in the direction of where the sound was coming from.
"Finney, stay here, get your gun out and watch them while I go canvass the other rooms. If they do anything, shoot them." Finney of course knew Bosco was not serious about shooting them, but if it called for it to do it.
Bosco walked along the wall down the hall, running his hand down it. He had his gun drawn, and his eyes were alert to anything and everything in front of him. He reached the last room in the apartment, the one with the door closed. He opened it with a squeak from the hinges, but was instantly tackled by someone. He didn't even have time to see who it was, all he could see was the wood floor beneath his face, and whoever it was repeatedly slammed his face into it, making his nose instantly bleed and his head pound from the impact.
That's when the person finally forced Bosco's gun out of his hand, then they stood over him, the blows to Bosco's head finally subsided. At first Bosco's vision was extremely blurry, but it finally came to and he made out who it was.
"Your backup gun, where is it?"
All Bosco could think about was where Finney was, and why he hadn't came yet. He felt a kick to his side, and then the man yelled at him again. "Give me your damn backup gun!"
Bosco was still lying on his back, "I don't have one."
"Bullshit, I know all cops carry one, now give it to me before I blow your fucking brains out."
"I've gotta sit up to get it."
The man held Bosco's gun in his left hand so tightly that his knuckles were beginning to turn white. "I'll get it. Where do you keep it?"
Bosco didn't answer, he didn't want to tell him that easily, but that's when he saw Finney walk in, his 9 millimeter in his hand as he aimed it at the man. "Drop the gun."
The man from the living room was now also in the room, and to Bosco's recollection he didn't even realize that man had been in there nearly the entire time. Everything was a blur to him. None of them backed down, each one was in a stare down with each other, and Bosco was rendered the helpless one with two guns now pointed at him, the one from the man in the living room and the man who had attacked him. Quick flashbacks of the time before when he got shot came to him, and he was now in yet another situation where he could get shot and die in a split second.
Finney gritted his teeth as he still had his gun up and pointed. "Put it down NOW!"
The man shook his head. "You are outnumbered. I've got your partner's gun and you are the only one that can do anything. From my calculations, we'll take you down in a second." He looked down at Bosco. "You drop your gun or this cop here gets his head made into a canoe."
Finney shook his head. "I'm not moving."
That's when the one man cocked the hammer back on his .22 revolver. In a split second a gunshot erupted, and the silent man that was in the living room was dead on the floor, an instant death from being shot in the head. From the distraction of the gunfire, the other man looked down at his fallen comrade, and Bosco grabbed for his gun placed on his ankle holster. He stood up, aiming it at the man.
"From my calculations douche bag, you are outnumbered and we'll take you down in a second." Bosco mimicked the way the man had previously said it. Blood still gushed from his nose and his head felt like a drum, but he of course wouldn't show the pain to anyone. "Drop the gun and kick it over here unless you want to be reunited with your buddy over there."
The man quickly let the gun fall to the floor, his body was shaking from either being high on something or completely and utterly scared. "Finney, cuff him."
They both let out a sigh of relief as Bosco called it in. "Central, we need an ambulance and a lieutenant at this location."
Finney looked at Bosco. "Nice work."
Bosco nodded, smiling. "You too, partner." For the first time Bosco felt like he could trust Finney, more than ever before. He handled it well, better than expected.
Finney smirked. "You really should get your nose checked there."
Bosco gave him a light shove, "Fuck you."
TBC….
Responses to Reviewers:
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