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Chapter 7 Guilty Conscience

Bosco thought he had been in a world of hurt when the psycho guy had hit him with the sledgehammer. But as reality struck Bosco as the blanket of fogginess came up, he realized his body was broken and battered.

Breathing was very difficult for him as he lay there. He brought up his arm but it felt alien to him as it landed on his chest. Just that bit of movement with his limb hurt him. Then again, the way Bosco was feeling, sweating was causing him agony.

Slowly he moved his hand down towards his ribs and about screamed when he poked one that was obviously broken. He found out sooner then he wanted to, that it wasn't just one broken rib either. Then something occurred to Bosco without even realizing it. His one eye was completely shut. 'Funny, doesn't hurt,' so then with that his hand made its way to his head. He felt something sticky. 'Blood, defiantly blood.' Making his way up, he felt for the head wound that was bleeding profusely.

Wiping away the blood that had pooled into his closed eye he finally was able to open it. Wasn't really useful anyways being he was in the basement still, and again no light was down there for him to look around. 'God' he thought 'everything hurt inside, and just as much on the outside.' Then when he least expected it, the voice of one of his military commanders came into his mind.

"Pain in the body still lets you know your still alive" It had been drilled into them that no matter how hurt you are, there is always a chance to get away. As long as you take in breaths, there is always a fighting chance.

'Fighting chance' Bosco thought with a laugh. 'That's bullshit.' He wasn't going anywhere because of how hurt he was and how much physical damage he had received. Then again maybe in a few hours he'd find the energy to get up, but right now he had to rest and save it. His body had taken way to many blows in the last few hours, but as soon as the house fell silent again, it would be time to make his move.


"You know they call that breaking and entering"

"It's not breaking and entering when the door's unlocked, now is it?"

Faith stared at Cruz and then mumbling about having to get fresh air, she turned around and walked out of the room. It had been frustrating for her. They never got anything done, all they could do was argue with one another, and it wasn't helping her partner any.

As she stepped outside of the Precinct and came to rest her hands on the bars that were the railing, she looked up and closed her eyes. A slight breeze caught her hair and moved it gently, stroking it. Faith didn't realize how tired she was until at that very moment. Things had been so hectic sleep was the last thing on her mind, not to mention her family, her children. She hadn't seen them in a while, or heard from them.

Regret took over; the thought of getting to do normal stuff while Bosco was out there somewhere, made her feel guilty. Made Faith want to stay, but if she did that, it wouldn't help Bosco when the time came to be there for him if she then collapsed in exhaustion. Turning around she looked at the doors, her prison, knowing if she went back in there she would get into another verbal fight with Cruz, and being so tired she wasn't so sure she would hold back and not throw a punch.

Figuring that Cruz never told her when she left, she wouldn't do the same. So Faith went down the flight of stairs and began walking towards the subway. But when she got up at the platform she had a change of heart and decided not to go home, but to go see how Rose was doing. 'It's the least I can do.'

Faith got onto the train and sat down, looking around her. There were a few shady looking characters, but that's New York. But then again, working on the job, you realize soon not to judge a book by its cover, especially people that looked a bit on the wild side. She could never really figure it out either, but they were the ones to help the cops out the most.

"The trains are running really fast."

"Like I'm going to sit locked in a tube shoulder to shoulder with that garbage."

"I ride the trains Boz."

Faith couldn't help but smile at that thought. Bosco, no matter what it was about, some how he always found a way to put his foot in his mouth. But when he did, he always had that look on his face like he could give a rats ass if he offended somebody or not, including her.

Closing her eyes for a second again, hoping to maybe find some kind of rest or relaxation while waiting for her stop. But all she saw was her partner, so she reopened them again. She had to find her partner; this was killing her inch by inch.

The feel of the train coming to a halt and the alien like voice came over the speaker that you couldn't understand for the life of you, told her she was at her stop.

Getting off the train and looking behind her as though she half expected somebody would be following her. She made it to Rose's bar, walking inside. She wasn't surprised to find her behind the bar working. After experiencing what happened to her daughter Emily, she wouldn't even be able to sleep. Yet the way Rose handled it was working and acting as though nothing happened, as though her son was okay and was at his apartment.

Glancing up Rose probably expecting to see a new customer gave a forced smile then realization crossed her features and she stopped wiping down the bar. Her hand came to her mouth, thinking Faith being there was a sign that her son was dead.

Faith recognizing it immediately on Rose's face, she put her hands up, and then took a few strides to then sat down at the bar. "No, it's not that."

Relief washed across her features as she continued her job, making the counter top look shinny. Then again as Faith looked down, there wasn't an ounce of alcohol on the top and Faith recognized it as being Rose's way of getting out her stress. It was the only way she could handle the fact her baby boy was out there, alone and hurt and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

"How you handling Rose?"

Rose stopped again, just staring down as though she could see something that nobody else could. Her eyes came up and it was evident that tears were in her eyes. 'So she's not doing as good as I originally thought.' Faith gave a soft smile and put her hand on Rose's.

"I know." Patting it softly, Rose nodded her head then looked away to compose herself and then glanced back at Faith.

"I take it you still have nothing yet, do you?"

"Were trying Rose….it's just…." Faith stopped herself. What she wanted to say was 'its hard when you have nothing to go on.' But that's not what you tell a mother, especially to a mother who all ready lost one child.

"I'm just so scared…." Rose could feel herself loosing it again. She had tried so hard to hold back. Tears began to form into the corner of her eyes, and before she could even stop them, more accumulated and began pushing out more. "I just don't want to bury another child, my heart can't take it."

Rose then broke right down there in front of Faith. Her hand went to her face to cover the fact of how much she began to cry, right there at work. With the counter being in the way, there was no way for Faith to reach her to hug her. So Faith just leaned over and put her hand on Rose's shoulder and her head onto Rose's.

"It's okay, will get him back."


Logan Weller stood outside the Precinct. It had been his home ever since he started working there. His family was the brotherhood of the officers he had bonded with, and he had broken it. The minute he used the shield to get the address of his fellow officer, and then help kidnap him, he had spit on it.

Well, conscious ate at him long enough. He couldn't do this anymore. He had seen what they recently did to Bosco, and he had enough of it. Thinking long and hard on it, he decided this was the best plan is to come and tell Cruz and Faith on where Boscorelli was.

His original plain was to actually help Bosco out of the house, but he realized he was going to need help. So taking a deep breath, he hoped he was doing the right thing.

Walking up the stairs he didn't take long to get up the stairs of Anti-Crime before he talked himself out of it. He wasn't surprised to find Cruz at her desk. She lived, breathed, and ate work. Sometimes the joke around the Precinct was that Cruz didn't even have a home that she just stayed at work.

Clearing his throat to get her attention he stepped into her office. She arched her eyebrow, and stared at him. It was very evident on her face; she was wondering what he was doing there and what he wanted.

"I have something that's going to make your day." Cruz leaned back into her chair crossing her arms with a smug smile on her face.

"Yeah, and what could you possibly tell me that would make my day?"

"I know where their holding Boscorelli."

Cruz just sat there silently staring at Logan. Her eyes moving back and forth as she tried to watch his body language, trying to see if this was some kind of sick joke. But she knew better. The only other two people who know about Boscorelli, was Lt. Swersky and Bosco's mother. 'That black eye,' she looked at the eye that was now healing and not so black anymore, Cruz could bet Bosco was the one that gave it to him. She knew him enough, that he didn't go down quietly, that he went down with a fight.

'Maybe this is a trap?' She thought then. Get her to go where he wanted her to and wham she falls for it. 'I'm not going to be had by anybody, especially a turncoat.'

She got up slowly and walked towards the door and shut it, not wanting to be disturbed by anybody. Just like she did with Faith, she was fearful somebody would be listening in on their conversation. She then walked back towards the desk and leaned up against it, crossing her arms and putting one foot across the other.

"Spill it, what do you know?"

Logan than began his story. He first started in about how he was offered money if he got Boscorelli's address and helped with the kidnapping. Then going on telling her that Bosco was alive and still fighting, which he saw her reaction was a soft smile. He also told her why he was spilling it, so if she had any doubts they were blown away.

"So do you know who orchestrated it?"

"No, sorry…," Logon thought for a second, "Who I always talk to is like their little second in command."

'Bosco was alive!' Cruz didn't show it outwardly but inside she was beaming with excitement. Bosco and her had something, maybe it didn't last long but Bosco would always have a place in her heart. She didn't know if it was the same for him, but to hear that he was alive could almost make her feel like she could fly. Uncrossing her arms and pushing off the desk she turned and walked around it and got into one of the drawers. Pulling out a few extra clips for her gun she stuffed them into her back pocket.

"What are you doing?"

Cruz glared at Logan. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to fix what you did, were going to go get Bosco and bring him back."

Cruz then walked back around and made Logan stand up by grabbing him up by the collar. "Come on, let's go." She then opened the door and made him walk in front of her.

"Shouldn't we get some more officers for back up?" As they began their decent down the stairs. They took the turn in the stairs and Logan could see the bustling Precinct. When you are up in Anti-Crime you can almost forget your in a Precinct, you don't hear any of the sounds from below, and Logan knew this was his last chance to involve some more artillery.

Cruz then moved her head so she could look Logan in the face. She gave a smile that was beyond nice, "No, what's the fun in that?"

Logan wondered if this was such a good idea to tell Cruz. 'Dammit, I should of told Faith!' Cruz was going to lead him to his death, he just knew it. After they found Bosco she was going to make it look like he tried to attack her, or do something and that give her provocation to shoot him.

Lt. Swersky was once again standing at the front desk when Cruz walked up, with one of the officers from the second watch. He glanced between them, wondering what now Cruz was up to. Cruz let out a sigh then asked quietly.

"I need Yokas's cell phone number."

Without even missing a beat, he gave a folder to one of the officers standing next to him, "You don't have it, I thought you would."

Cruz just stared at Lt. Swersky as though if she glared at him long enough, the floor would open up and swallow him whole with flames shooting out. Shaking her head she rubbed her eyes. "Come on, its been a rough couple of days….please?"

"This better be important, and having to deal with a certain case." Lt. Swersky got serious and stopped what he was doing to glare at Cruz, and then turned to look at Logan. 'Why would Cruz be interested in him, what does he have to do with it?'

"I can't stress enough how important and it does, so please…the number." Cruz was getting frustrated with Swersky. She didn't want to bend over backwards to get Yokas's number. Hell she couldn't even figure out why she wanted to involve Faith. Then again maybe she didn't really want to go by herself with Logan. It wasn't that she was scared she drilled into her mind; it just was she didn't want Logan being the one to cover her back. She would never pick Faith to watch out for her, but she was the only other one that knew about this case. So she didn't have much of a choice.

Cruz just couldn't admit it to herself though that Faith had a part in this case just as much as she did. That's why she wanted her number, and why she wanted her there.

"Fine, give me a minute."

"Thanks Lieu I owe you." She did a quick knock on the wood.

He then turned to look at her, "Yeah you do."

As he began to walk away she shouted over the noise around her, "You can have my first unborn child as a payment!"

Logan just stared at her, wondering what the hell had he gotten himself into. 'Maybe I should just shoot myself right here, and save myself the misery.'


Faith had been sitting and talking to Rose. She had finally been able to calm the stricken mother. Ironically the thing that made Rose cry was making her and Faith laugh. They had begun talking about all the stuff Bosco did on the job, or as a little kid. It was no surpise to Faith either to find out what a little terror Bosco was as a child.

Holding a picture, Faith snorted. "He would kill me if he knew I showed you this." She could see why, for the picture was of Bosco when he was about two years old. He was bare butt naked, with a cowboy hat and boots with a gun and the biggest smile he could muster.

"I want to hang this up at the Precinct."

Rose took it. "Naaa, Maurice doesn't even realize this exists, I knew if he ever found out he burn it or something."

"You have any more, this will be great to use against him." Faith snickered. Rose was about to answer by she never got the chance because Faith's phone began to ring. "Sorry, hold on for one second." Faith reached in and fished it out of her purse. 'Funny, it's the Precinct calling me.'

As she hit the button to pick up, her heart began leaping into her mouth. Fearful she was about to get the call that they had found Bosco's body. Instead she got even a bigger surprise.

"Cruz…how did you get this number? No….okay..fine whatever I'll be there."

Faith glared at her cell phone. Cruz didn't say much to make her really want to come back to the Precinct, just that she needed to get their quickly. Shaking her head she dropped it back in to its home of her purse then glanced up at Rose.

"I'm sorry Rose, but I have to go back to work."

"Is it…" Rose couldn't even finish her sentence. She was thinking it was the worse as well.

"No…" Faith put her hand on Rose's again and patted it "don't worry I'll call you the minute when something comes up." Faith then gave Rose a reassuring smile and then with that, Faith got up from her bar stool leaving Rose to stand there and watch her go.


Bosco had rested as long as he could possibly stand. As silence came over the house, he knew it was now or never. But, problem was is, trying to get up. Every since his tumble down the stairs he found it harder and harder to try and move his body and make it do what he wanted it to do.

Taking in a deep breath, and putting one hand into the dirt of what made up the old cellar of the house, he began to position himself to bring himself up. He slowly brought himself up, trying not to cry out as his ribs shot pain throughout his entire body.

Heat rushed from his head to his toes and then a slight chill came to him, but at least he hadn't fallen backwards yet. 'Here comes the hard part though,' he thought. He then moved forward and brought his knees under him but then he just stayed there, trying to get his strength again.

He never felt this before. So drained of strength. His mind wanted to do so much, but his body didn't want t comply. All it wanted to do was curl up and sleep for the next few years. Bosco refused to lay down and die.

What felt like an hour to him, Bosco got one foot planted onto the ground and he pushed up and dizziness assaulted his senses causing him to nearly loose his footing and go back down. But Bosco was more then stubborn to not allow that to affect him, so to beat it he planted his feet further away from one another and concentrated on getting rid of his vertigo. Taking in deep breaths he was able to conquer it and with one hand wrapped around his broken ribs, which he felt better hunched over a little more, he began looking for the stairs again.

Panic began to sit in when he couldn't find them. He felt the walls were beginning to close in on him and his breathing became quicker. Bosco knew if he didn't find the stairs quickly he was going to hyperventilate, and of all times to do it, it was not the time.

Bosco found the stairs; only he tripped over them and landed on them biting his tongue in the processes. He tasted the copper taste in his mouth when he bit down hard. No surprise to Bosco when his ribs screamed bloody murder at him for jarring them like that.

Breathing out heavily, he gripped the stairs and brought himself up slowly once again. Still with one hand wrapped around his ribs, the other one held the banister as though at any minute the stairs would cave in and that was his only life support to keep him from falling back into the basement.

When he finally made it to the door he heard nothing but silence on the other end. 'This could be another trick, to screw with my mind.' As he put one hand onto the door and to begin to turn it slowly he knew he shouldn't disappoint.

Opening the door like he did previously when he first arrived at the hellhole of his, he noticed it was night again. Bosco looked around to see if he couldn't use somewhat of a weapon, but found nothing useful at the moment. He began to walk towards the back door like he had done before, but decided against it. Instead he walked towards the front and listening one last time he opened the door.

Stepping out his heart was pounding, thinking this was going to be some trick, some dream to just make him realize how unlucky he truly was. But as he stepped off the stairs and began walking down the street calmly he knew it was no dream.

The light streets were near and far from one another, casting the entire block in an eerie darkness. Making Bosco think at any time, somebody was going to jump out of the dark and grabbed him and take him back. Take him to the place he had tried so many times to escape and had failed. 'Not this time!'

Turning down the block, Bosco about screamed out in joy. The further he got the more safer he was feeling. The night breeze was good on his hot and sticky skin. Even though pain was ripping up and down his body, all that mattered was to keep going and find somebody to help him.


Faith walked faster when she turned the corner and could see the 55th Precinct in her line of sight. What surprised her even more was Cruz was standing there with her arms crossed and looking down the other way. She then turned her head and caught Faith and unfolded her arms and began moving towards her.

'Great, here we go.'

As she got closer she also noticed another officer following her. 'Logan Weller, what the hell is he doing with her?' When she came to a stop Cruz nodded her heard towards the car.

"Come on, let's go."

"Go where?"

Cruz didn't say anything just turned around, with Logan doing the same leaving Faith standing there. As she shook her head, and then caught up as they about reached the car. "Okay, somebody tell me what the hell is going on! You some how have my number, to tell me to get back at the Precinct, now you want to take me some where…spill it!"

Standing by the driver's side, Cruz put her arms on the hood and leaned on it and then nodded towards Logan. "Our boy here….he knows where Bosco is."

Faith turned and looked at Logan, then at Cruz then back to Logan again as she tried to compensate this new information. Stepping up closer to the car, she lowed her voice. "How?"

Cruz's eyebrows shot up. 'She wanted to see Faith's reaction. She knew it was going to be big.' A soft smile reached her lips. She then pressed off the car, "Tell her Logan….tell her what you did."

Logan felt the eyes on him and he rubbed the back of his head. He just felt very nervous all of a sudden, and then again maybe he should. He had seen how Faith Yokas could be. Witnessed her out on the streets when she dealt with the low lives of New York City.

"Maybe we should go,…we're wasting time." Trying to sneak out of it but he saw it wasn't working because Faith was just staring at him.

Sighing heavily Logan just spilt it out quickly. "I helped kidnap Bosco and that's why I know where he is."

Looking away to see if anybody had been listening on their conversation he didn't' realize that had been a mistake. It didn't take more then two seconds before Faith had hold of Logan.

"You son of a bitch." She had grabbed him by the hair and had her fingers entangled into them so there was no escaping unless he ripped his hair out in the process. Then pain irrupted into his senses because Faith had used her other free hand and punched him hard in the cheek. She let go of him as he stumbled backwards into the car and slid down, holding his face.

Cruz just watched the entire fiasco, and then got into the car. 'That was more better then I originally thought.' She gripped the steering wheel turning her knuckles white. 'God, I just hope Bosco's there or we are going to have dead body on our hands.' Logan wouldn't make it out of this alive if he wasn't. Between herself and Faith, Cruz was pretty sure they wouldn't even be able to identify with dental records.

Faith didn't even pay attention to the other cops staring at her, wondering why one officer struck the other. She didn't say anything else, just gave him one more glare and then got into the passenger side of the car. The sound of the back door opening as Logan slid in, keeping silent.

Cruz just looked over at Faith biting her lip. It was very hard to try and hide back the smile that was creeping to be bigger then she wanted. She pulled out of the parking lot, and took off at high speeds.

TBC….

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