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Going to keep this short, just wanted to thank Jessie(rebel jess) for all her help, and letting me go over few things while I got this chapter ready. You rock girl, what would I do without you!
Now onto your story, ;) Bosco better hide from me (laughs evily)
Chapter 3 – Penalties
A lone petite woman was walking by the pier by Battery Park, and like so many who came to this area to watch the sunset right near the Statue of Liberty, this one wasn't taking in the sights. She was looking for something, or someone. She was one of the few souls even in the area, being that when the sun went down, there was no reason to be by that park unless you wanted to look at a dark ocean. It was a common thing for the Wall Street area, usually goes quiet during the night, most of the action is either in the inner streets like Harlem, or the Bronx, even Time Square sees more action because of the crazy sightseers.
But this only made Cruz even more frustrated when she noticed the lack of people around. The feeling of being alone came over her body and she hated that. She knew she could take care of herself, hell she had a gun on her hip, but then she knew how easily things could turn in a blink of an eye.
Anybody that walked by her she noticed how quickly her hand began to reach underneath her jacket that was concealing her weapon. Anybody could be a potential threat, and she refused to be caught off guard, it just wasn't going to happen. She looked down at the directions again. She was here, she was at the right place. Even on time for once in her life, and now whoever she was suppose to be waiting for wasn't showing up. Grabbing her clip that held her cell phone she pulled it out, and angrily shoved it back on her hip. The man was 30 minutes late. She then corrected herself on that 'men' more then likely, could not be just one man.
Cruz went back to pacing back and forth as she ran her hand through her jet-black hair and some of it flipped to the side as she rustled it in frustration. She wanted to leave so she could try and track the son of a bitch who was doing this, but if she did, she knew very well that could be Boscorelli's death sentence, and there was no way in hell she was going to have that on her conscious, she couldn't live with herself if she did that. She maybe be a lot of things, but being the one that is the cause of an officer's death, there was just something about that made her want to throw up at the thought of that.
Footsteps could be heard as they walked along the pavement. Her cop instincts came in as she listened to them, she first looked ahead of her and then she picked up on the fact they were coming up behind her. She slowly began itching towards her gun like she had done previously, and instinctively she turned her body so she could watch them out of the corner of her eye but making sure she wasn't completely obvious. But when she caught a glimpse it was just a couple and she let her hand come back down to her side and unintentionally curved it into a fist.
'Why were they so late?' It probably was a game. Just to watch her squirm. This is all it was to them, to see how much she would do for them just to get Bosco back. She had to keep telling herself that she wouldn't shoot them the minute they showed their face to her, nobody made a fool out of her, nobody!
Cruz began walking again, starting to get antsy. She walked by the Staten Island Ferry entrance she was wondering if she should turn back around and head back and check the end of the park, but just as she had come to the end were State Street curved and cars going towards the ferry began. The screeching of tires caused the hairs on the back of her neck come up and the skin crawl on along her spin as she turned to see a black Escalade come right up onto the sidewalk.
The door opened and every bone in her body was screaming to get away from that car but she knew that wasn't the decision she was going to make. Calming her breathing, making damn sure she wasn't going to allow these men to see her fear as she heard a commanding voice told her to get in. Hoping that this was actually the right thing to do, she climbed in and shut the door, the SUV swerved into traffic cutting off a taxi who blared their horn but nothing was done about it.
Cruz was beyond uncomfortable, she was trying to think of the perfect thing to say but that would end up in a fight over of saying anything at all. These men were probably the cause of Boscorelli's disappearance, what do you say to kidnappers? They held his life in their hands. You don't want to end up pissing them off so they go back to were ever they are holding him and do something horrific all because you couldn't keep your tongue under control.
When she finally decided on what she was going to say, she glanced over a the man sitting next to her, and then at the man driving who all she could see was the back of his head.
"So are you going to tell me what you want?" She wasn't sure what to expect from them, but when she got the response back, it wasn't really what she was looking for.
"How about you keep your fucking mouth shut."
"Excuse me?" Cruz snapped back, her voice snappier then she intended, not believing how they had talked to her like that. She was still eyeing the man next to her, preparing at any moment for him to turn and punch her in the mouth.
"You heard me."
Biting her tongue she knew she should stop before her mouth over loaded her ass. She had to keep reminding herself, it was no longer her life she was toying around with, it was now Bosco's to.
Glancing outside of the car she watched as the buildings fly by quickly as they picked up speed. She didn't like this at all, so not in control of the situation then again what is there to like about it? What made it worse, she had no idea were they were taking her, what they were going to do. Hell for all she knew they were going to take her to her grave, and there was no way she was going there willingly.
She made sure to watch every turn, to glance at every street sign they passed. She wasn't going to be caught unaware in an area she had no idea she were she was. Cruz had been concentrating so hard on her surroundings she wasn't ready for the sudden stop. The seatbelt immediately did what it was suppose to, tightened up quick as it jerked her back into her seat. She glared at the driver, knowing he had did that on purpose; she then turned and glanced at the guy sitting next to her as he just simply said,
"Get out."
At first she just gazed at the man as though he had lost his freaking mind. Maybe she hadn't heard him correctly. Yeah that's what's what it was, some lost of miscommunication, and got their wires crossed. Licking her lips still staring at the man she looked at him as though his head was on backwards.
"What?"
A flash of metal and the hammer of a gun was cocked back. 'Were the hell did that come from?' Then again, these guys are born into this world knowing how to shoot. She had been studying his face so intently she hadn't noticed his hand go beside him reaching for his gun. The man began to talk, once again with a calm voice, but as though he was speaking to a child ordered her out of the car. "You heard me. Get. Out. Of. The. Car."
Keeping her attention focused on the gun she then let her eyes travel up to the man that was holding it. She reached behind her and fiddled for the door handle. Cruz was to proud to look away, thinking if she did they would think her a coward. There was also another part of her that feared if she did turn her back on that gun that's when he would fire the weapon, and she would rather be facing that person then allow them to shoot her in the back.
The interior light came on as the soft breeze of the outside snuck its way inside the vehicle. She slowly moved out of the SUV never breaking her contact with the gunman she then shut the door. It peeled away as the rubber of the tires tried to find friction on the pavement as it went down the street.
Cruz didn't stop watching the Escalade until she could no longer see the backend of the taillights. Crossing her arms as she stood there. She wasn't cold, because the weather was such you could wear a t-shirt even in the dead of night, it was cause she was defenseless. She was without backup and Cruz was wondering what that was all about, bringing her here until a black limousine crept up behind her. The tinted windows kept her from seeing who was in the driver seat, and when it reached the back door it stopped. The window came down but only a hair so even if she tried to figure out who was in there, she wouldn't be able to even begin to try and identify them.
"Your late."
"I wasn't sure I had an appointment with you." Cruz said back calmly, trying to keep the temper back that was daring to boil over any second and have her rip the door off its hinges and choke the person inside.
"Oh you did, it said so in the letter you received it told you not to be late." The voice eerily calmly replying back, Cruz did not like it whatsoever.
"Then you need to have a chat with your boys, I was were I was suppose to be."
Silence came over both and Cruz was impatiently waiting for this person to tell her why she was here. What Bosco had to do with this, and what she had to do to get him back unscratched and still alive.
"We have been watching you Maritza Cruz, we know what kind of cop you are….cutting corners to get the man you want."
She could not believe this! How they knew about it for one, but to also question her police work was another. What she didn't like, they had been watching her? God she hated everything about this, and no matter how much she turned it in her head, trying to take it all in, there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"We know what you have at your house, and we want it."
"What does that have to do with Boscorelli?" She had finally lost her cool she wanted to know what was going to be done with him, that was the only reason she was here.
"Whoever said it did?"
Cruz was lost for words, trying to let it all sink in. She took a step back as she was more then just frustrated trying to figure this all out.
"We will send you details of were we want it dropped off, till then don't get smart." Cruz knew what they meant, they didn't want her to go get help from other cops, wanted this quiet. The window rolled up as the limo took off down the street just like the SUV had done previously. When she glanced at the license plate, she couldn't even read them for the lights were taken out just for that purpose, so she couldn't run the plates into the system. As Cruz stood there with arms still crossed, all she could think was, 'now what?'
(In the limousine)
A cell phone rang and the hand reached for it and answered it. The person on the other end questioned the man that had just talked to Cruz. Anger was evident in the person's voice, pissed off because of how long it had taken and wanting answers why they had to call and check up on them instead of being reported back to.
"No the cop almost got away…that's why it took so long…yeah she'll do it she has no other choice….she'll play right into our hands."
(55th Precinct)
Detective Faith Yokas opened the door the busy Precinct. She normally never came in on her day off, but it seemed one of those 'what the hell.' Emily was staying with Fred for a while and Faith just kept thinking over and over on this case she was working on.
A child had been found in the river and they wanted to push for accidentally death, but Faith fought against it. Something was telling her otherwise, she just got that feeling that she will get and listen to. They would find out the mother was listed as missing and nobody had seen the father so all arrows was pointing at him.
They ended up finding the man on a tip, and he had confessed to killing both his wife and child in then dumping their bodies in the east river. She came back to finish up on the paperwork, and close the case up.
"Hey Lieu."
"Faith what are you doing here?" Swersky surprised to see Faith here. Most of the time, if you had a day off, you never saw that officer come back unless there was something major happening at the Precinct. Last time he checked nothing to big was going on.
"Oh wanted to finish up on some paperwork." She then began moving up the stairs, as Swersky nodded his head. But then he remembered something he wanted to ask her.
"Hey Faith." Faith turned back around waiting for Swersky to tell her whatever he had stopped her for.
"Have you talked to Boscorelli recently?"
Faith's eyebrows went down in confusion. She had no idea why Swersky would be asking about her old partner. So now having her attention she began to step down the stairs coming closely, not wanting just 'anybody' to hear this conversation.
"No why?"
"Well Boscorellli was a no call, no show, and I was just wondering what was up."
"I haven't, but I'll see if I can't reach him." Swersky said thanks as Faith turned back around. If that didn't send warning signs up she didn't know what would. Bosco was one of those guys that comes in sick, hell she'd seen him do it more then once. He loved his job more then anything, and he respected it in that degree if he wasn't going to come in he'd call in. It greatly concerned Faith, this was just not Bosco's way and she was going to get to the bottom of this, the case could wait.
Conciseness slowly was working its way back to Boscorelli's senses. The more he could comprehend what was going on and what had happened to him, the more harder he fought to go back to the beautiful world of oblivion. He knew what was awaiting him back in the world of living and he was non-to willing to come back to it just yet.
But Bosco wasn't lucky like that, and no matter how hard he tried, Bosco began to regain everything around him and that only brought in all the pain in his body. Once again he was on his side like he had woken up previously in this hellhole. His hands were, big surprise, tied tightly behind him as were his feet. Bosco tried moving his wrists like he'd done beforehand but unlike last time he had nothing to work with. There was no loosening these bonds, hell his wrists still hurt from last time, rubbing the raw, not to mention he could not feel his wrists because of the circulation was completely caught off and the blood couldn't find there way to his fingers.
'Great.' He thought. The next set of pain he focused his attention on was his ribs. When he breathed in a short burst of pain ribbed through them and he knew that feeling. He wiggled enough as he contemplated if they were bruised, cracked or actually broken. Bosco had been an officer long enough and had a chance to experience all of them. It was a pain he really didn't want to have to live through again, but looked like he had no choice.
As he estimated he had a great scale in how to judge what he had. It all depended if it hurt like a bitch or was a great annoyance, and moving around enough he found it was just bruised. 'Then again your not a medic,' he could just hear Faith. Then that image turned into his mother, shaking her finger at him. That was not a picture he wanted to think of right now. Funny was his bed kept coming back to his mind, he wanted to be in his bed, with the covers half over him and sleeping comfortably, but this place was far from it.
Going back to his bruised ribs he had an uncanny feeling they wouldn't stay that way. He could just count on the fact alone, hell he would place all his money on it and Boscorelli would be rich from it. Guys like these; they had a "special radar." This little radar told them wherever the victim was hurting the most, and that's what they would use against them. It would be used for their advantage and only made Bosco's life a living hell. Only a matter of time before the bruised ribs of his would turn into a couple broken and fractured ribs. Then again he just hoped he got out of there before that, and wouldn't have to go through it.
With now the ribs decided on, pain was now directed at his face. He had winced when he was concentrating on his ribs, and felt pain rip through every muscle in his features. There wasn't a place on his face that didn't feel use and abused. It seemed even his eyebrows were complaining and retaliating against him. Then something wet trickled down his arm and when he moved thinking it was a rat or cockroach again, he made the mistake of putting it right into the sand. The open wound on his arm that he gotten when he taken Logan through the coffee table. It was a nice long gash in his arm that he actually forgotten about until it started screaming in protest.
It then occurred to Bosco his coffee table was smashed. 'Dammit, that wasn't cheap!" Bosco knew he was going insane thinking about his coffee table when there were bigger problems to deal with. He had spent way too much time around Faith; yeah he'd blame it on her for this line of thinking.
He had to get out of here, he didn't deserve this and he wasn't going to wait to see what they had planned for him. Bosco then hoped somebody would notice his disappearance, that there was someone out there looking for him. That was the only bad thing about living alone; nobody knew you were missing until it was to late. 'No' he thought 'don't go along with that thinking.' 'Think positive, you're going to get out of this.'
But Bosco's line of thinking was interrupted when he heard heavy footsteps from upstairs. He could hear deep voices but it wasn't loud enough for him to catch what they were saying. But as he listened he could hear the footsteps stop then start walking again, stop, then began again. It was obvious whoever was above him was pacing back and forth, but then it stopped suddenly. Then what he didn't want to hear was they started walking towards the basement door, or were he thought was the door to the cellar.
'Please don't come down here, please don't come down here.' Bosco kept saying over and over as though this would will the person to change their minds and leave him be. His prayer was unanswered. The door opened with a heavy creak, as it sounded throughout the entire basement, giving away the fact the door was ready to fall off its hinges.
Bosco's breath was caught in his throat. His heartbeat was beginning to pace quickly. He still couldn't see anything, even with the small lighting because his back was facing the stairs. Whoever was coming down barely sounded like their weight could be carried on the woodened stairway. It groaned and creaked and that just made Bosco's heart race even more. As they hit the last step, Bosco did the only thing he could think to do, still act as though he was still knocked out.
"Hey, I think he's still knocked out." A man was standing right next to Bosco. He then felt the man reach down and feel his pulse. 'Great there concerned about my health, guess they don't' want me dead yet.' Leather, that's what Bosco could smell as it reached his senses, he could only guess he was smelling the man's boots.
"Are you sure?" Another guy yelled down to the man standing in front of him. Then a thunder of noise as the other man took the steps fast instead of slowly like the other one had.
The one who had previously checked his pulse moved away and simply stated with a sigh, "See…I think he's in a coma or something."
"I don't think so, he just needs a wake up call."
Remember that special radar? It worked like a charm. For as Bosco let these words sink in and he began to register 'wake up call' and what that could mean. Bosco more felt then heard the sound as the man brought his foot back and kicked Bosco squarely in the ribs.
The next thing Bosco eye's had shot open as he tried to compensate this new hurt that was ripping through his entire midsection. Automatically his body tried to curl into a ball, as though this would help the pain. Saliva uncontrollably came out of his mouth and soaked up some dirt underneath him, as he was still fighting for some composure and bring air back into his lungs that were yelling in protest. He spit out the rest of the saliva out of his mouth that had built up in his mouth. The knock to his ribs was not his idle of a good wake up call.
"See he's awake."
"Hmmm I'll be damn." The one muttered back in return.
Bosco slowly began to regain his breathing and he could look up at the guys for once without feeling pain, or at least not pain that caused him to shut his eyes. The man Bosco assumed who was the one that had struck him, bent down as he stared at the their man in captivity.
"Now that I have your attention," The man was looking Bosco up and down to the point Bosco was shivering inside. The man was eyeing him like he was a prize won at a carnival and was looking him over to make sure nothing was wrong with it.
"Your little escape….was a nice try….but we can't have that. You are our guest and we like you stay a little longer….whether you like to or not."
"This how you treat all your guests or I'm I one of the lucky ones?" Bosco sparked back, the muscles in his back flexed, as did his arms unintentionally. He tried moving his fingers again, but that didn't really help for all it did was yell at him for daring such a thing when they was no blood in them in the first place.
"Considering, this is the Hilton but you all ready pushing it."
Why didn't that surprise Bosco? Ever since he was old enough to walk he has pushed people's buttons. Almost a test of, let's how see how far I can get away with saying shit before somebody tries and kicks my ass. To Bosco, that was never a good qualification to have. For it showed up at the wrong places and it seemed he just didn't have the capacity to help himself and always had to get his words in.
"Why am I here, who are you?"
The man just smiled and looked over at the other one who read something on his face because he then nodded his head and he suddenly disappeared. Bosco tried to watch were he went but the darkness and being on his side didn't much help. Glaring at the man awaiting for an answer on his question, why was here? Bosco hated to be toyed with and that is what Bosco felt like that is what they were doing to him. It was like he was the unsuspecting mouse and the deadly cat was these guys.
"Now, now, your questions will be answered. But right now, about your escape,….we just can't have you getting away like that."
The man was doing it again! He even had a cool malice smile on his features, and Bosco would like nothing more to wipe it off his face. Bosco made a mental note the second his hands were untied to take this guy out.
Appearing again the other guy stood off to the side, awaiting when he could jump in. This whole thing was really starting to ride on Bosco's nerves, his heart was racing and sweat could be felt trickling off his forehead and down pass his neck. Then Bosco wondered if this man was attempting to talk him to death, because the way Bosco was feeling right now, he was doing a good job. The guy started up again.
"You ran really fast Officer Boscorelli."
Bosco found his hands were working on his restraints again even though he knew the pointlessness of it. Whoever this person was in front of him, as they continued, was setting off warning signs that something was about to go down. Bosco knew it wasn't going to feel good and that scared Bosco more then anything, that he wouldn't be able to stop it.
"So if somebody runs really fast and almost gets away…..what do you take from him?" The man was looking around as though he'd find the answer on the wall and then he went back to focusing on Boscorelli. "I know, his ability to run."
The man stood back up and with his foot pushed Bosco onto his back. Bosco was now resting on his hands. If he was uncomfortable before, this was freaking ridicules. All his weight was on his wrists and there was no way of moving around to rest them, he had to lay like that.
Walking over the man who had been standing in the shadow's handed over some kind of weapon to the one who been taunting Bosco this entire time.
"If you can't chase down criminals, you sure is hell won't be able to escape again."
Bosco watched as the something turned into a sledgehammer. He knew now what they planned on doing, what their intention was to do. Everything the man had directed and worked his way towards this part came crashing down. Bosco couldn't allow this to happen, but there was nothing he could do. No matter if he some how got his wrists free it wouldn't' be in time for the sledgehammer came down right onto his right kneecap.
TBC………
Radioactive Racoony – Angst is my middle name ;) lol. Hahah glad that's the way you like it, couldn't write it any other way. I love Bosco being annoying, that's the fun part to write and your right that's why we love him. Hope the waiting didn't kill you ;)
Netreva – I LOVE that you LOVE this story ;) that just excites me! Glad you like the idea, I am still so happy Mono sparked the idea. Enjoy the new chapter ;)
Lloydie – Always good to keep you hooked, hope its still working lol. Bosco hurtness, oh yeah is my favorite to. I think all my stories center around of 'how can I screw this man up?' lol. No problem with the quick posting, you all put me on such a cloud I couldn't help but give you what you wanted ;) thanks again for your review.Wapps921 – Whoo Hoo Wapps! Hahah I'm so happy your happy, and I couldn't resists. Hahaha don't worry when I was writing it, I was grossing myself and feeling itches on my back and squirm around. I hate even the thought of those little guys. Yeah you thought he get away, only in, (looks) chapter 2. You know me hahah, like you said me make it easy for Bosco, cold day in hell! ;) Thanks again.
Boscogirl – Awww (hugs you) I just hope I can keep them. Glad you think its great, and of course I'm going to thank you…you're my..(looks around) brother from another mother..or wait sister from another mother, makes more sense to people hahaha. Yeah I understand about the Cruz part, oh do I understand ;) thanks again girl.
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