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Author's Note: Okay, two chapters within a 2 hour span. That's a new record, for me anyway. I kept one promise. This one is longer than the others. But no, Gordon Sharp himself is not in this chapter. But if you will notice, I did add a couple of other key characters from the show in this chapter, however brief their apperances may be. :)
Bosco sprinted out of the precinct towards his Mustang.
"Bosco, wait!" he heard Ty yell. He turned around and saw them run towards their cruiser. "We're coming with you." Bosco nodded at them. Ty and Sully hopped into their RMP and flipped on the lights and sirens as they sped towards Rose's house, Bosco following right behind.
He already knew it was bad as they approached the house. He could see from the street that the door had been kicked in. He leapt out of his car at the same time Sully and Ty got out of 55-Charlie. He was about to run into the house when he felt a hand tug at his shirtsleeve.
"Wait," said Sully, as he drew his gun. Ty did the same, and Bosco reached for the gun he kept around his ankle. The three men crept to the door and quickly entered, guns drawn.
"Ma!" Bosco cried. On the floor was Rose, blood seeping from a nasty gash in her head.
"55-Charlie to central," Bosco heard Ty say into his radio as he knelt by his mother's side. She was still breathing and had a fairly strong pulse. "We need a bus at this location right away. And get Swersky down here," he added. Now that he was sure that his mother was alright, he left Ty to tend to her as he and Sully went through the rest of the house, guns drawn.
"Sam!" Bosco called numerous times. She wasn't in the house. "Please, please let Faith have taken her somewhere," he thought desperately. Faith's car hadn't been in the driveway, so he could only hope.
He heard commotion in the kitchen and entered to find that Kim and Bobby had arrived to help his mother.
"Get the backboard from the bus, Kim," instructed Bobby. As Kim left the house, Lieutenant Swersky entered. Bosco pulled out his cell phone to call Faith.
"Do we know what happened yet, guys?" Swersky asked.
"From the looks of it sir, someone, we assume Gordon Sharp, entered the house and struck Mrs. Boscorelli in the head with a blunt object," said Ty. "And Sam's missing."
"Faith, is Sam with you?" the group heard Bosco say into his cell phone. They knew what the answer was as his face paled.
"I want an amber alert out immediately," he said to the officer that had accompanied him. "Also ask all the neighbors, see if they saw anything, like a car or something leaving the house." The officer nodded and stepped out the door to make the call.
"Bosco," said Bobby. "She's comin' around." Bosco was at Rose's side immediately.
"Ma," he said urgently. She moaned and her eyes fluttered open.
"Maurice?" she questioned.
"Yeah, Ma. It's me. Where's Sam, Ma? Did Gordon Sharp take her?"
"Maurice, I'm so sorry. I was supposed to protect her. I was…I was supposed to…" she trailed off.
"Shhh, it's alright Ma, don't worry about it. We're gonna find her and she's gonna be fine." He said this with a lot more confidence than he felt.
"We gotta take her now, Bosco," Kim said to him gently. They lifted Rose onto the gurney and wheeled her out to the bus. Bosco stood and watched, unsure what to do next. A realization dawned on him.
"A note! There's always a note!" he exclaimed. Swersky looked at him questioningly. "Sharp always leaves a note telling me what he's done or what he's gonna do. He has to of left one." This was Bosco's last hope.
"Spread out and find the note," said Swersky. For the next half hour, Bosco, Ty, Sully, Lieutenant Swersky, Kim and Bobby, who came back from taking Rose to the hospital, Jimmy Doherty, whom Kim had called, and a recently arrived Faith combed the entire house from top to bottom, looking for the note that Gordon Sharp had left. The group met back in the kitchen. No one wanted to say it.
"It's not here," Bosco, of all people, finally spoke up. "There's no note! This doesn't fit his pattern!"
"We'll find her a different way," Faith said.
"How, Faith? How exactly do we do that? He was serious this time…" he trailed off. Just then, the officer that had sent out the amber alert came into the kitchen.
"Lieutenant Swersky, sir, the next door neighbor said he saw a blue '85 Ford pull away from the house right before Boscorelli's Mustang pulled up."
"Get that on the waves right away," Swersky said.
"Yes sir," the officer replied.
"At least it's something," Jimmy spoke up.
"I hope it's enough," Faith said. She heard a thunk as Bosco slid to the floor. The others gave him his space and left as Faith crouched down next to him.
"Bosco?" she questioned quietly.
"I just…I don't know what to do anymore," he said, staring straight ahead, his face void of emotion. "Faith, I…" he stopped as a sob strangled his voice. "Please, not her too." With that, Bosco covered his face with his hands and wept. He wept for his lost daughter, his injured mother, and his dead wife. All Faith could do was wrap her arms around his shoulders as he leaned into her. It was the least she could do.