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Chapter 5 – Hatred that Leads Us

Faith Yokas walked into the locker room, the door shutting quietly behind her. After her confrontation with Cruz, she just felt the need to have a moment to calm her nerves, to sooth her entire being before she ripped the vile woman's head off right there in the Precinct. She didn't want to do something she regretted, but then again Faith thought, 'regret' was such a strong word. Faith felt somewhat bad as thoughts crossed her mind of what she could do to Cruz and not feel any sympathy towards it.

But that is one main reason Faith had come in to the locker room, to make sure she didn't follow through on her wicked thoughts. She knew her line of thinking had been brought by the anger and being worried sick over Bosco. Her mind automatically thought of the worse, being a mother and an officer it's harder. You as a parent see what happens to people, see the emotions and sickness of the world, but if you're not an officer you are more sheltered then what most people think they are. Not most parents find a decomposed body of a child, or a hand or some limb that once use to belong to a body that they can't seem to find. So naturally, Faith thought that is what was going to happen to Bosco, that it be Mikey all over again, and Faith wasn't sure she could live through something like that.

As she walked by Bosco's locker that seemed to call out to her, she put her hand to it and kept it there as though she would get a glimpse into his mind just by touching it.

'Oh Bosco, where are you?' Her hand slid down it slowly where it finally brushed off and came beside her thigh. Her lip began to quiver as again her mind began to think that he could be suffering right now, at this very moment, crying out for someone to help him, or even worse, he was dead.

The tears that she had been fighting for the last couple of minutes began to fall. They slipped from her eyes and then traveled down to meet the ground where they were lost forever.

Dead. The very thought of Bosco being sent to his grave in his prime, just sent a pain that ripped through her chest and continued throughout her body. All because of, her. Faith wasn't sure but she felt it deep down in her soul, if he died because of Cruz, she would gladly serve prison time taking her out.

The door opening to the locker room interrupted all her thinking and, the tears that had been falling so uncontrollably, instinctively stopped. She turned her head towards were her old locker use to be as the person was going to the bathroom, and as she began walking away she hoped they paid no attention to her.

"Hey Yokas."

'Damn,' she thought. She recognized that voice, and she could pick it out of a crowd. Faith breathed in deeply, knowing she was probably caught but she had to turn around. Hoping Sully was to far away to not notice the fresh tears that had begun to dry up and leave red marks along her face were they had traveled. Turning around she took her chance.

"Hey Sully."

He stared at her, and she all ready knew he had taken notice of the redness of her face and make an assumption and then ask her what was wrong. He began walking towards her, like she had expected he would. Something bothered her, and Sully knew this and he more then willing wanted to lean an ear if needed to be, like the good man that he was. With this, she turned and took a few steps toward the mirror.

"Is everything okay?" He came and stepped behind her as she took one finger and rubbed what remained of the redness, which only caused it to get redder by agitating it. With that done and felt like they were clear enough she began to flip her hair, hoping Sully would go away. But Faith knew Sully better, with that question asked he would wait for an answer from her, he wanted to make sure.

"Yeah, just had a fight with my husband."

Sully stared at Faith. He knew she was lying to him. One main reason, he knew Faith and Fred had given up and were going to get a divorce, hell last time he heard they had been fighting over child custody. Now Faith was calling Fred her husband? He decided not to push it, but he did put a mental note up in his mind, to watch her. Being an officer for so long, he got that instinctive feeling, something was going to go down, just what was it?

So he just nodded his head, and then gave her a reassuring of a tiny smile. "Well hope everything works out for you," he then turned to go to the bathroom like he originally came in here to do but added with a, "I'm here if you need anything."

Faith had been staring at the sink, for more then anything she wanted Sully's advice. Usually he was so good at helping her out, and she really did respect the man and what he did on the streets. She stared at the mirror at Sully's reflection and then she turned and looked at him. "Thank you Sul."

He then nodding his head went into the bathroom stall and Faith then finally turned and left the locker room. Her eyes had been down as she had opened the door and ended up running into someone in the process. Looking up she saw Logan was standing there.

"Sorry." She then moved out of his way and continued down the hallway, Logan staring at her the entire time. Guilt ran through him as he had watched her. He couldn't do this, keep up this charade. Logan didn't know if Faith knew and that the reason she looked so sad was because of him and Bosco's disappearance, for Cruz wasn't suppose to tell anyone. But deep down he had a gut feeling that the reason was because of that, and the very thought of somebody was hurting because of him just made his skin crawl up and down his spine. It was only a matter of time before he gave up Bosco's location. Logan turned and walked into the locker room. At least he was getting out of here for the night.

Bosco wasn't sure when he actually had fallen asleep, but the fact he had now been woken up from it kind of made him angry. As the haze began to lift from him, he began to realize he was still in the same position that he curled up in from trying to comprehend the pain he taken from the sledgehammer breaking his kneecap.

Testing it a little, pain swirled and he had the feeling that kneecap wasn't broken, it was more likely shattered then anything. 'How was he going to get out of this one?' He thought. Maybe when he finally found the courage to actually try and get up, he could find something to lean on. 'Yep, and after that I'm going to walk, out,' with a laugh he thought 'hobble out of here without any resistance.'

Whatever he did, he had to do something. He couldn't go down without a fight. There was just not his way, and lying down wasn't going to get anything done, but the problem was, it felt so good at the moment.

As Bosco began to try and work up the energy to try and attempt to get up, he also was running through his mind who could be doing this? But every time he would come up with a name, they'd fall into two categories. Either they were to stupid to pull something off like this, or they all were still locked up.

Whatever Bosco had come up with had all gone out the window the minute the door opened up. He didn't know what to expect, if this was the day he would die, or maybe get some information on why he was here. That was the thing that drove Bosco crazy; he didn't know therefore he couldn't mentally gear himself up for it. He was left hanging, and if there was one thing Bosco didn't like, was not being prepared for something.

Thunderous footsteps announced that it wasn't just one set, but a few people coming down the stairs. Bosco looked up to see the one that had used the sledgehammer against him was standing there smiling. More then anything Bosco wanted nothing more then to wipe that hideous smile off his face, shove his fist down his throat. But all Bosco could do was lay there.

"Have a good nap?"

Bosco just glared at him. This was a new record for him, being so quiet and not back talking, not instigating the guys and getting them wound up. But something deep down told Bosco if he opened his mouth, he only really would be getting himself further into the deep frying pan that he was all ready in.

"So quiet, and I heard so much about your loud mouth Boscorelli." The man shrugged as he had begun to circle him, like he had done previously. But he then stopped and kneeled down in front of him looking Bosco up and down.

"I have some bad news for you actually….we got a call from our boss, and it looks like we don't need you anymore….sorry but your time is up."

Bosco's eyes went wide as the realization hit him. As the guys that had been waiting for the cue, jumped on Bosco like they were a pack of hungry wolfs. Grabbing up his arms and legs, they lifted Bosco off the floor, whose mind was in overdrive trying desperately how to stop this from happening. He was thrashing about, kicking, screaming, anything he could do to make their job that much more difficult. His kneecap that had given him nothing but suffering pain, was no longer there for it was completely pushed out from his mind. Bosco knew he was going to die but if there was one thing he was going to do, was not make it easy on them, whatever they decided to do and how they had planned to take him out.

They moved from upstairs and was moving through the living room when Bosco got one of his foot clear and was able to come up high and strike the guy's face causing him to loose his hold on his other leg. The man reared back holding his face in obvious pain, but it wasn't even a mere five seconds before he retaliated and came back with his fist clenched that he came back down hard on Bosco's kneecap. The other man had dropped Bosco's arms and Bosco just screamed out in agony as the kneecap made itself known in his mind.

"Don't just stand there, pick him back up before he starts fighting again."

Bosco wasn't even sure who said it, he really didn't care at the moment, all that mattered was trying to put the pain in the back of his mind again. Panic began to set in again as he was once again raised up and they began moving upstairs. He tried to see what was going on but the way he was facing he could barely see anything but floor. When light flooded from a window, he recognized to be the bathroom, and before he could fully understand what they were going to do he was thrown into a porcelain bathtub, with clawed feet holding it up.

The wind had been knocked out of him the way they had dropped him, and the coldness of the bathtub was nice against his hot and sticky flesh. Wide eyed he looked around him to look at the men trying to see if he recognized any of them with the better lighting. But nobody was recognizable, not even a hint of familiarity struck his mind, that maybe he seen them one time or another.

He couldn't believe it, this is where he was going to die. This was going to be the last thing he saw, and quite frankly they weren't something great to be looking at when you passed onto the next life or whatever you did after you died.

A man walked into the room and the guys standing around him parted as Bosco just glared at the man. "Your probably wondering why the bathroom," the man turned and throwing his hands up he then let them come back to his side, "very obvious reason." He came and kneeled down so he was eye level with Bosco. "I don't want your dirty pig blood all over my place." Bosco snarled and went to grab for the guy but one of them grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back in place.

"Tut, tut that's not proper behavior to show officer."

"Let me out of this bathtub and I'll show you some non proper behavior."

That smile came on his face, the one Bosco grown to really dislike as he nodded his head toward a guy who disappeared. Bosco's heart began to race again, as it beat against his chest.

"I'm sure you like that, and actually I would to, see what your made of, but," the one guy appeared again handing him a shotgun, "your out of time." He then pumped the gun and then pointed at Bosco. Bosco just stared at the man frozen in place as he watched the man began to gently pull the trigger back and the only thing that ran through Bosco's mind was, 'oh god,' as he watched his life pass before his eyes as this man was about to take his life.

Maritza Cruz had done everything in her power not to throw everything off her desk in the process of being so livid. Of all people, Faith Yokas had to be the one to find out. That woman was a piece of work that was for sure as Cruz closed her eyes trying to bring down the temper that had flared so drastically, that she felt she could shoot Faith the next time she saw her.

She'll be damn if she needed that 'woman' to help her out and solve this. No she thought, I'll find Bosco all on my own and shove that right back in her face. But how? She didn't even have a clue to go on.

As though God himself had been listening to her the phone began to ring, which she picked up in a heartbeat. The same voice that she recognized in the limo was the same voice on the phone talking to her, and hatred ripped at her thoughts. More then anything if she could she wanted to reach in and grab the man by the throat and demand for him to tell her where Bosco was.

She listened very carefully to the address and like the man always did gave her a warning. "Don't be late, we are watching you." With that they hung up. She let her fingers drum on the phone, and then she grabbed her jacket, checked her gun then left her office. Quickly she took the steps all the while looking for Yokas, to make sure she wasn't spotted exiting the Precinct 'To easy.' She thought as the door swung shut.

(Few Minutes Later)

Faith Yokas made her way towards the Anti-Crime department. She had taken in deep breaths, counted backwards then forwards to calm herself. 'This is about Bosco, not your vendetta towards Cruz.'

When she got up to the top of the stairs and found the office to be vacant she knew there had to be some kind of explanation for this. 'Cruz must have been the bathroom and they just had gone different ways;' she thought. She rushed down the stairs and practically threw people to the floor going towards the locker room. When she checked the stalls and found nobody in them she went to the desk Sgt.

"Have you seen Cruz?"

"Yeah, she just left a couple minutes ago."

'That's it,' Faith thought, 'I am going to fucking kill her.' She had left her; she had gotten a tip and left her here at the Precinct. 'How dare she!' Faith stepped away from the Desk Sgt., before he thought she was glaring at him but when really all she was seeing was Cruz's face everywhere.

"Faith….Faith oh God."

Faith's eyes widen as she turned around to see Bosco's mother, Angela Rose standing right there and moving quickly to her. Of all people she didn't need Rose here at this moment, and judging by her face Rose knew something.

"Faith something has happened to Bosco…,I know it something has happened to my baby boy."

Faith only could grab Angela Rose into a hug, wondering what the woman had found out and try to calm her down so Rose could give her an explanation. When she turned her eyes she saw Lt. Swersky standing there, and Faith just got the feeling that she had jumped from the frying pan into the fire.

TBC…..

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