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Deep Blue Chapter Fifteen: The Conclusion

Something felt different to Swersky as he walked in the role call room at 2:55. He scanned the room as he made his entrance, looking at each and every one of his officers. Then his eyes abruptly stopped on Officer Boscorelli, a man that just a few days ago was looking like death ran over twice, but now was actually sitting up straight, talking to the guys around him. He stared for a few more moments, but then stopped, not wanting to make it obvious that he was watching him. He used his peripheral vision as he scanned over his notes to go over.

He couldn't believe how much improvement Bosco looked to be making, and to think that it was practically overnight, almost as if it was a miracle. It was time that he got back out on the streets also, that would help him immensely. He hadn't told Bosco yet, but he was sure he'd make his day. "Bosco, you will be riding with Monroe. See me after role call. Eyes and ears open out there."

Bosco stayed back as everyone exited, the light murmur from his coworkers could be heard as they scattered to start their day. He approached the podium, swallowing hard, wondering what Swersky had to tell him, and why he finally decided to release him back out there, and away from his so called prison. It was uneasy feeling, he was never sure what to expect when he was asked to stay after.

"I just wanted to tell you Boscorelli, that you are acting and looking a lot better than just a few days before." He paused as he filed some papers. "You go see Finney?"

Bosco looked down at the floor then averted his eyes back up, replying in a low tone. "Yes sir, finally did."

Swersky felt the corners of his mouth creep up into a smile, exposing his white teeth, but didn't intend it to grow as big as it did. He hated seeing Bosco slowly diminish into practically nothing. He'd never tell Bosco this, but he was actually scared he'd never come out of this funk he was in, but the site in front of him proved him wrong.

"I'm glad to hear that. Now get out there before I make you pull desk duty again." He patted Bosco on the shoulder as they both exited the role call room. "How's Finney looking?"

Bosco thought back to the night before, and how Brendan was still cracking jokes and smiling, despite his current health condition. "Believe it or not his spirits were good. He was laughing, having a positive attitude."

"He's a strong guy. He'll be back to work soon and you'll be annoyed with him again. See you later Bosco." Swersky opened his door, going into his office.

Bosco gave a small wave as he walked out towards the RMP, excited to finally get back in the driver's seat and away from the desk. He slowly got in, seeing Sasha was already in the passenger side, patiently waiting for him. He didn't say anything as he settled in, taking in a deep breath.

"Hey Bosco, good to see you back on the squad again."

He nodded at her, giving a small smile. "Thanks." He put the car into gear, merging into traffic to begin their day.

Finney fluttered his eyes open slowly, exposing his pupils to the bright light of his room. He was up earlier for breakfast, but was extremely exhausted from his morning session of his rehab, and practically passed out in his bed afterwards. It was now 3:30, and his next session would be starting soon, and he was dreading it. It was as if every time he went it was a constant reminder that his legs were practically useless too him at the moment and that he was making no improvement.

Since he had woken up from his coma he had tried to be Mr. Positive about things, trying to keep hope in his mother's heart that her oldest son would get to do the things before the accident, but deep down inside he pretty much had lost all hope. When Bosco came by yesterday it had picked him up somewhat, but he still had extreme doubts in his mind.

He glanced over at the only window in his room, but all that could be seen were other high rise buildings. He never really was scared of heights that much before, but since all of this happened he felt nervous just looking out from his bed. He could only imagine how he'd feel if he was out on the ledge, probably die of fright. And just his luck, the city was full of them. Funny how things change in the blink of an eye.

He took in a deep sigh, wondering where his mother had gone off to while he was sleeping. It seemed ever since he was in the hospital she hadn't left his side for more than an hour. He liked to have the support that he did, but he felt like he was burdening her with all of this.

"Oh, you're awake now. Grace came by earlier, she left you this." His mother walked in, handing him a white envelope with his name decorated all over it. "How was your nap?"

He rubbed his fingers over his eyes, blurring his vision a tad before it finally went back to normal. "Fine I guess." He tried not to be grouchy to her, but he wasn't in a good mood. "You know mom, you don't have to stay around all the time."

She sat down in the same chair she had been the whole time, grabbing his arm as she squeezed it tightly. "So now we get to it." She let go, turning her face away. She knew he'd eventually bring it up, he was always so independent and head strong about things and he never liked anyone making a fuss over him, no matter the circumstance.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He let his voice raise a little, but told himself to settle down, there was really no reason to get himself worked up.

"I just knew that you'd say something. I want to be here because I want to give you hope. I care about you, and I know you feel like it's an inconvenience but it's not."

Before he could even respond, the nurse walked in with the wheel chair. "You ready to start your second session?"

"As ready as I'll ever be I guess."

He always felt so embarrassed when the nurses had to help him out of bed also. The only thing he could do was lift as much of his weight up as he could with his arms as they grabbed his legs and pulled him down into the wheelchair while his mother stood by and saw how helpless he actually was. Today he felt even worse though. He couldn't even look at his mother as they wheeled him to the elevator and down to the 4th floor where the gym was.

He saw the same paraplegics and quadriplegics that had been there before, nodding to a few of them as they made their way to his station. He always started out on his back as the rehab nurses moved his legs, trying to work the muscles. Then they'd proceed to see if Finney could move any on his own. He fought his body, trying to do any sort of movement, sweat poured from his forehead as he tried but he quickly gave up, just laying his head back and closing his eyes.

"Take me back to my room." He kept his eyelids tightly shut, almost wanting to cry from frustration. He wanted to punch a wall he was so angry, angry with himself for giving up so easy, and angry at his life in general. He was taught to never give up, and here he was doing it, right in front of his mother.

He didn't say a word when the nurses left them alone again. His mother could tell he was upset, and when that was the case it was best to treat him like glass. She paced back and forth before she finally sat down, hating the silence that set in.

"Want to tell me what happened down there?"

He stared up at the TV that was off, unsure of how to even answer her. "I don't want to talk about it, I just want to go to sleep. I'm tired."

She nodded. "When you're ready to talk I'm here." She knew the chances of that were not likely, but it was worth a shot. "I'm going to go call your brother, see how things are going at home." With that she left him alone.

Bosco tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, staring out the windshield. He didn't mind working with Monroe, but he didn't know her that well so he was never sure what to say to her. He was in a good mood for once, but the day was dragging, not much had been happening.

"So, how's Finney doing?"

Bosco was almost thankful that she had said something before him. "Good, poor kid has been through hell." He glanced down at the radar as another car passed by. "Dammit, why isn't anyone speeding tonight. Every car that has came near us has been right on the speed limit or a little under! This street is usually a hot spot!"

Monroe smiled. It was always funny to see how quickly Bosco could get worked up about something so simple. "I guess they all get that feeling people get when they haven't seen a squad car in awhile. Some people are good at sensing a cop coming up on them."

Bosco glanced at her from the corner of his eye, smirking. "Give me a break." He laughed as he began to talk again. "Every car? We've been at this for an hour." He leaned forward, seeing the outline of something on the nearby sidewalk up the road. The headlights of an oncoming car revealed a young kid standing with a cardboard sign, flashing it into traffic. "What the hell is going on up there?"

He opened his door, grabbing his flashlight as they both walked up to the boy. "What are you doing out kid?" Bosco asked, grabbing the sign from the boy's hands. He read it aloud, "Pigs with radar ahead." He stared at the sign a bit longer, then back up at the kid that was holding it. "You gotta be kidding me. You've been tipping off all these cars all night?"

The boy nodded, but didn't say anything. If Bosco wasn't in a good mood he'd be quite angry with this, but he couldn't help but laugh. He glanced at Monroe who was also smiling.

He handed the sign back to him. "So can I ask you something?"

The boy finally revealed his voice. "Yeah, what?"

"What was in it for you?"

He pointed down the street, behind the RMP. "My buddy is accepting tips from all the cars. Been doing this for awhile now, making good money too."

"You know this is aiding and abetting a criminal right?" Monroe said as they all three walked to his friend's location. "We'll let you go this time but if we catch you out here again we are going to have to take you in." She laughed, glancing into the bucket that was now full of change. "You were right, you boys are making more money than I do in a night."

"We won't do it again." The other boy said. "Can we go home now?"

Bosco nodded. "I'm sure we'll see you two soon." With that they walked back to the RMP. "Can you believe that? Where do kids get these ideas? I have to admit that was really clever."

"I can't believe you didn't want to take them in. Witnessed a whole new Bosco."

"Unbelievable." He said as he put the car into gear, leaving their previous spot.

Finney quickly dozed off into sleep, it seemed to be coming to him easier now. He fought it off a little bit, feeling his eyelids weigh down until they finally shut for the night. His body settled into the mattress, getting as comfortable as it could from the pain it endured during the day.

"Brendan." A beaming voice could be heard, overcoming the silence that was once all around him. The footsteps sounded almost as loud, the room was completely white, and it carried sound well.

Turning around quickly, Finney instantly saw his dad standing a few feet away, dressed in a white tuxedo. "Dad?" The sight of him made his heart skip a beat, he never was much for seeing the supernatural and believing in it, but here stood his father, a man that just recently passed away.

CT slowly approached him as his shoes made an echo sound with each step. "I see you are in trouble, Brendan."

'I'm dreaming,' Brendan thought. 'This isn't real.' After all of the events that happened with his father before his death, Finney had mixed emotions about the man that once guided him through life. He felt like everything CT ever told him was a lie, and it was only natural to question it. He didn't say anything as his father was now face to face with him.

"Why are you giving up?"

Finney tried to step back, but it was as if his shoes were filled with cement. He knew this wasn't real because his legs were actually working, of course it was a dream. "Look who wants to be dad now."

CT arched his eyebrow. "Finney's never give up. We never accept defeat. I raised you a lot better than that. Look at you, being a coward." He looked Brendan straight in the eye, his eyes almost solid black, looking evil like something out of a horror movie.

So bad did Finney want to respond to that remark, but before he could he was left alone in the white room that seemed to be swallowing him. His father's last words felt like thunder in his mind, leaving an aftershock that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Quickly his eyes shot open. He felt the sweat pouring from his skin, but it was cold and clammy to the touch. He glanced over at the small clock by his bed, seeing it was midnight. He saw his mother had came back, and was now asleep on the cot the nurses had brought in for her. He stared at her for a moment, then reached for his sheet, running it over his pale skin, allowing some of the moisture to soak in. His heart raced quickly as he thought about the dream.

He never thought he'd think this, but his father was right. How could he give up so quickly? He never did before about anything, why should he start now? Hopefully rehab would go a little better in the morning, he had to get out of here on his feet, walking by himself or he'd go crazy.

They came for Finney the next day as scheduled, taking him back down to the gym where he'd begin his rehab. All he could think about was his dream he had, it felt like he hadn't slept the rest of the night because of it. They laid him back on the mat and began the same routine, moving his legs and then let him try himself. He fought his body hard, gritting his teeth. He stopped for a moment as he tried to read the nurse's face, which seemed to be almost ecstatic.

"What? What is it?" He asked, his curiosity running.

"You, moved your toes. Try to do it again."

He put his head down, struggling again, but he too felt his toes move. He felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. Being able to move your toes was a big accomplishment, heck any part of the body that was paralyzed. He had heard rumors about spasms and how people thought they were moving but they really weren't.

"You sure my muscles just aren't having spasms?"

"See if you can do it again. Just keep trying it over and over again."

Continuously he did, each time seemed to be getting easier for him. His mother was so happy she was practically in tears. He couldn't wait to tell Bosco and his other coworkers about this, this brought a whole new light on his hope. They continued it for a few more minutes, but decided to stop before his body got totally worn out.

"We'll bring down the doctor for your next session. Go get some rest." The nurse said as she wheeled him back into his room. "You did very well."

Finney nodded, it was like he couldn't get the smile off of his face. "I've got to call Bosco." He grabbed the phone, dialing his number. He heard Bosco's voice on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Bosco, hey man what's going on?"

"Just trying to find stuff to do, been a slow couple of days. What's up?"

Finney still could not stop smiling. "You got time to come to the hospital? I gotta show you something."

"I'll be there in a few minutes if we don't get a call. See ya later."

"See ya." Finney hung up the phone, looking at his mother. "I told you I'd beat this mom."

Around 25 minutes later Bosco and Monroe came in the room, both of them wondering what it was Finney wanted to show them. "Man you got my mind wondering what the hell you want to show me man." Bosco said as he reached out, shaking the younger man's hand. "What's up?"

Finney pulled the blanket off of his let, revealing his foot. He then proceeded to do what he did in rehab, moving them. "Started moving them this morning."

Bosco was nearly in shock. He felt so proud and happy at the moment that he couldn't even explain it in words. It was like a huge weight was lifted off of his chest to see his partner able to accomplish something so great. "Finney, that's incredible man. I'm…I'm note even sure what to say."

"I've got something to say. This means my ass will be out of here soon." He continued to smile, it was the happiest he had been since he could remember.

The weeks passed after Finney had moved his toes. He went from that, to bending his knees, too finally standing up with help. He fought his emotions hard with each passing day, knowing that eventually he'd get his legs to work on their own, without him having to hold on to railings or someone's arm. The very thought of getting back on the job was what made him work hard and of course the support he got from his friends and family.

The day finally came that he was released from the hospital, he had spent 3 and a half long months in the same room, unable to do the things he was used to doing before. The doctor warned him that it would be a long time before he could get back to work, if ever, but when did Finney ever listen to the doctors? He worked every day, went for walks until he worked up to jogging. He even went back to the firing range and passed the fire arms test that was required after a major injury.

The day finally came that he never thought would, the day that the department allowed him to come back, to begin his job again. He woke up that morning, nervous as if it was his first day on the job. He ran his hands over his hair as he stared in the mirror. Thoughts crossed his mind as he got ready to go in for the day. Would he remember his training? Would his fear of heights stop him from doing well? Would people be uneasy around him? He shook his head. He couldn't be thinking all of that or it all would happen.

He walked across the street, slowly going in the station house, surprised that every single cop on his shift was standing at the front desk, all of them yelling surprise as he came through. It was a welcome back party in his honor, and the first one to shake his hand was Bosco.

"Man am I glad to see your ugly face back here." He pulled him in to a hug, which was extremely out of character for Bosco, but he didn't care. He didn't care that his fellow cops were seeing this, in fact they all cheered louder as the two men stood in the middle of the action. All he cared about at the moment was that his partner was back, in uniform, ready to work as if he never left. He felt a tear trickle down his cheek as he finally let go of Finney. "I'm telling you man, you are making me soft."

Finney smiled. "You are just a wuss."

It was amazing, one minute they started off arguing about everything, Bosco not wanting to be paired with a rookie, and now they were like brothers. Their bond was so strong, they weren't just brothers in blue, it's a brotherhood that goes into a shade that is deeper blue than any civilian could understand. It's the fact that no matter the circumstance, you stand by your partner's side, through thick and thin, and know that eventually things can't get worse, they only get better. Now that's deep blue.

The End

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