A/N: Here's chapter six..FINALLY I updated again, sorry it took so long! In this story there are flashbacks from season five with Mikey. The quotes aren't dead on with what was said but you'll know what I'm referring to!
Special Thanks: To Cosmic Castaway yet again for reading and helping me, and to all of you who have replied with such wonderful feedback!
Rating: PG-13 and there's a warning on the language.
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?
Chapter Six: Shattered
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Chapter Six: Shattered
After the end of the shift Bosco noticed he had three missed calls on his cell phone. From all of the hustle and bustle that had happened before he hadn't even heard his cell phone go off, and he saw that all three times were Faith calling him. As he walked out of the locker room he gave a small nod towards Finney and held his phone up against his shoulder. He listened to his voicemail, luckily she had only left one message.
"Hey Bosco, this is Faith. Call me back when you get this okay?"
He erased the message when the option came up, and then immediately dialed her phone number. After a quick two rings she answered, her voice sounding extremely happy that he had returned her call. "Hello?"
"I'm just calling you back, what's up?" Bosco asked as he noticed it was sprinkling while he walked to his car. He looked up at the sky, and not one star was showing from either smog or clouds, or most likely, both. He paused at his vehicle as he jingled the keys from his jacket pocket as he carefully listened to the tone in Faith's words.
"What are you doing later tonight?" She licked her lips and ran her hands through her blonde hair, hoping he didn't have anything planned, or he wouldn't make anything up to get her off his back.
He closed his eyes as he shook his head. He switched the phone to his left hand as he unlocked his door and sat down behind the steering wheel, but did not make a move to start his Mustang up. "I planned on going home, having a few beers and falling asleep to the sound of the TV." After he had said that he realized how pitiful his life sounded just from a mere statement. "Why?"
Faith gave out a faint laugh. "In that case meet me at the coffee shop next to Haggerty's." She didn't wait for his response, she didn't even want to give him a chance to deny her so she hung her phone up and proceeded towards her door. The worst that could happen was he not showing up.
He heard the dial tone on the other end and closed the face on his cell. Within a few minutes he was at the coffee shop and he saw Faith walking up, a scarf wrapped around her neck. He got out of his car and greeted her at the door.
"What's so important that you gotta call me from my desperate life?" He smirked as he opened the door and they walked into the very quiet diner.
She took her beanie off and sat down at the nearest booth. "Well you promised me that we'd sit down and catch up." She noticed the bruises on his face from earlier. "What happened to your face?"
He opened a menu, making a dissatisfied face at what was listed and closed it. "Long story. So what do you want to get caught up on?"
She shrugged, suddenly growing awkward. "How's Finney been?"
Bosco sat back in his seat, tossing around her question in his head. "As good as a rookie can be I guess." He didn't want to bring up her being a detective now, but he did anyway. "How's having the gold shield?"
"It has its perks. Some days are better than others." She looked down at the fresh cup of coffee that the waitress brought them.
"I thought you'd like it altogether." Bosco arched his eyebrow.
She took in a deep breath and let it out, letting some of the black liquid scorch her tongue as she felt it go down to her stomach. "I miss the brotherhood that the street cops have. I miss having you as a partner."
Bosco nodded. He wanted to scream out, 'You made the decision to take that job.' But he kept his mouth shut and continued to listen to her vent about whatever it was she needed to let out. When she didn't continue he took over, changing the subject as best as he could.
"About my nose, we had a hostage situation today, that's how this happened." He pointed to his nose. "Finney got me out of it too."
"Yeah, I've heard stories about him. People are saying he's making a damn fine cop."
Bosco scoffed, a hint of jealousy coming up though he wouldn't admit that, and he wasn't even sure WHY he was feeling that way. "He's doing okay." He stood up, throwing a couple of dollars down on the table. "I'm going to go home now, it's late and I need some sleep."
"I was hoping we'd get to talk a little longer but I understand, you look like you had a hard day."
"See ya Faith." He walked out the door, and went to the nearest liquor store where he bought a pint of whiskey. He found himself walking down by the river, looking up at the clouds that had formed, but the rain had dissipated and now it was just humid and cold. He hugged himself closely in his coat, looking across the way at the area he and Mikey would go to when their father was on a rampage.
It was the same white walls up next to the water where he and Mikey met when Cruz was after him for the murder of Dade, a cop on her anti-crime team. He walked up to the entrance, memories coming into his head of his brother hiding, scared out of his mind.
"I didn't kill him! It was Spyder!"
"Let me take you in!"
Bosco walked up into the inner walls, sitting down as he ran his hands through some dirt that had formed from the wind blowing up against the wall. He took a huge gulp of the amber liquid as he looked around, feeling Mikey near him.
"Remember Mo, when we'd come here and we'd watch the boats sail away and we'd say they must be going somewhere better than this? You told me one day we'd get out of here too."
"I told you those things to make you feel better."
He took another drink, trying to wash the images of his little brother out of his head. He knew the worst images were yet to come, the images of his brother's torso lying in some trash can, thrown away like a piece of garbage. He gritted his teeth as his anger flared, and he stood up, punching the wall but brutally hurting his hand from the impact.
"Dammit!" He yelled out. Images of his mother came next, and the night the news hit her about her baby. It was the same pattern with Bosco. He'd vision Mikey alive, and supposedly doing well, then he'd see him here at their childhood meeting place, and the sequence always stayed the same.
He leaned against the wall as he finished off the rest of his whiskey. He then gripped the neck of the bottle with his fingers until his knuckles grew white, and then threw the glass bottle against the wall opposite of him, watching the glass shatter and each small shard fly in every direction.
He walked off, mumbling, "Shattered like my life."
Finney walked up to the elevator and pressed floor number 5, the floor where hopefully the person that could make him feel better lived. He knocked on 525 and waited, hoping she'd still be up since it was two in the morning. He waited a few moments, and thankfully the door was cracked open, and out peeked Grace.
"Brendan?" She closed the door to undo the latch and then opened it completely, revealing her full body and the sexy nightgown she was wearing. Finney grinned at her. "What are you doing here?"
Finney shrugged. "I know it's late, I just needed someone to talk to." He waited, "Can I come in?"
She stepped aside, letting him walk in. She closed the door behind them. "Did you go see your father today?"
Finney nodded. "Yeah. He's going down. He admitted all of what he did to me, told me it was all true." He sat down on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. "I can't believe the man I thought was practically a God could so something like this." He shook his head. "He taught me everything I know."
Grace sat down beside him, placing her hand in his. "More than you think. He also taught you not to do the things he did, without even meaning to." She gave out a small laugh. "My God could I sound any more corny?"
He laughed with her, putting his free hand on her thigh. "I'm sorry I woke you up, Grace. Did you have a good day?"
"As good as it could be I guess. How about you?"
He squeezed her hand. "Other than that shit with my father it was a good day. I think I'm making progress with my partner, earning his respect even if it's taking forever."
She grinned. "Don't worry about that right now." She then did what her gut told her to do and pulled him in for a light kiss on the lips, which led to a much even bigger kiss. "Stay over tonight."
Bosco rolled over in his bed, his head felt like it weighed 10 tons. He felt the sweat pour off of his body from the awful dreams that took over the greater part of his night. He looked at his alarm clock, noticing that it was already 2:30 in the afternoon. He kept his room so dark that he didn't even realize the sun had risen.
He jumped up, suddenly feeling a dizzy spell come on but he ignored it and got up anyway. He looked in the mirror, seeing he hadn't even changed out of his clothes from the day before, his hair was a mess and whiskers covered his face from not shaving for a few days.
"Oh my God I'm turning into Sully." He ran his hand over his chin. His mind then raced back to what time it was, and how if he was late Swersky would come down hard so he grabbed his duffel bag and ran out, not even taking the time to wash off the smell of liquor on his body from a few hours ago.
He barged into the station at 2:50, knowing no matter how fast he sprinted up the stairs he wouldn't be changed into his uniform in time for role call, so he strolled in at a walking pace. He saw Faith at the front desk with Jelly, and gave her a nod.
"Bosco?"
He ignored her as he went up the stairs and through the swinging door, knowing she'd be the first to pick up on his presence, and he was not in the mood to deal with her mothering him today.
"He smells like a back alley drunk doesn't he?" Jelly shook his head as he continued to look down at the paper he was writing on.
"Shut up Jelly." She continued to look up the stairs at her recent partner, seeing for sure now with her own eyes what he was doing and what kind of problems he was having.
Bosco walked into the locker room to see that it had pretty much cleared out, everyone was already gathering in the role call room. He reached for his lock on his locker, and a sharp pain shot through his arm, and that's when he noticed his hand, and vaguely remembered punching the concrete wall last night out by the water.
He looked at his hand, seeing the caked blood still on it. It hurt so badly he could barely move it, not to mention how swollen it was. He stretched his fingers out, wincing from the pain. Thankfully it was his left hand and not his shooting hand, but it still would probably cause some problems. He shrugged it off and got dressed. He noticed he didn't smell too well and splashed on some cologne, hoping somehow that'd hide it for the time being.
At 3:10 he walked into the role call room where Swersky was wrapping things up. Everyone turned to stare at him as if he were some disease that they were warned to stay away from.
"Bosco, see me in my office." Swersky glared at Bosco and then turned towards the group. "Eyes and ears open out there."
Swersky closed his office door and kept his eyes on Bosco as he sat down. "Why are you late?"
Bosco shrugged, not really thinking up a good excuse. "I overslept."
Swersky mimicked him, "Overslept." He shook his head. "Have you looked in the mirror today, or did you not have time?"
"I know I look bad, but I didn't want to be later than I already was."
Swersky moved some papers across his desk, not sure how to take the officer in front of him. "Is everything going okay, Bosco?"
"Yeah! Everything is fine!" Bosco felt offended by him asking.
"You better get on the ball. Last time I checked you have a rookie riding shotgun with you, and the last thing we need is you hungover or drunk, and doing something really stupid to get both of you killed, or putting my whole squad in danger because you felt the need to drink that shit. Are we clear Boscorelli?"
"Uh huh." Bosco turned to walk out but Swersky's beaming voice stopped him.
"BOSCO! I want to hear you say it!"
"Yes, I'm clear." He walked out, seeing Finney waiting across the hall. "Let's go Finney."
Bosco remained silent as he put the car into gear to start the day. "5-5 David, respond back to headquarters, Swersky needs a word with you."
Bosco turned the ignition off. "Oh boy, we didn't even get out of the parking lot and we're in trouble." He got out and slammed the door, forgetting about his hand again and this time letting a few words slip, "Mother fucker!"
Finney looked back at him. "I'm not even going to ask."
They walked in, and Swersky was waiting at the top of the stairs again. "Finney, we need to speak with you. Bosco just stay down there."
Bosco watched as they went in and closed the door, wondering what it was this time and figuring it was more than likely dealing with CT and all the drama he had brought to this station house.
Unfortunately he saw Faith coming up, and he felt the sudden urge to just take off and run, but instead he waited, knowing what was to come next. "Faith." He gave her a small wave.
"Boz, can we talk in private?" She didn't have a look of happiness, but a look of concern as her brow creased. She saw that Bosco didn't respond. "Actually that wasn't really a question, more of a demand."
"We can talk right here."
She looked around at how many officers were around. "No, we can't. What I have to say to you others don't need to hear. You probably don't want them to hear it."
Bosco nodded his head. "Yeah, that's really reassuring. You should try a new method for persuasion."
She grabbed his arm. "Just come here Bosco, I'm not joking."
He followed her to her office, thankfully Jelly wasn't anywhere present. She sat down and invited him to sit down also. "Bosco, you probably don't want me to mother you, but now I see what's going on."
He crossed his arms over his chest, frowning. "Just what exactly is going on then?"
"You need help."
He stood up, his anger flaring. "Yeah, this coming from someone who can't even hold her damn family together! Where do you feel you need to give advice like that? Oh I remember, when you became detective and became better than everyone else!" He turned to walk out. "Save your breath Faith, I'm FINE. I just overslept today!"
"This is a familiar situation." Finney replied as he saw Swersky as well as some IAB officers staring back at him yet again. "What is it this time?"
Swersky's eyes fell to the floor; he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. Anymore bad news and Finney was likely to cave in, but he didn't blame him. "Finney, your father was murdered last night. Someone inside the jail got to him."
Finney leaned against the wall for composure, his knees grew weak. "I..uhm.." He wasn't sure what to say. "Who did..it?"
"His name was Daniel Lodgins, a gangster your father put away back when he was working anti-crime. Lodgins was a lifer, he saw the opportunity and he took it."
Finney felt the room closing in on him. "I've gotta get out of here." He stormed out of the room, leaving the station house, not exactly sure where he was going. At least his father's name wouldn't be dragged through the mud any worse than it already was.
Bosco saw Finney leave, and walked to Swersky. "What the hell is going on?"
"You are working desk today, Finney is taking some time off." Swersky saw Bosco's expression. "I don't want to hear an argument from you. You should've been on time today."
Bosco took in a deep sigh. "I shouldn't have even came today."
TBC….
Ending A/N: I just wanted to say I'm not trying to go in a direction that Sully did with his alcoholism, so don't think I'm copying that aspect of the show! Thanks!
Responses to reviewers:
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