This is one of my "old" ones...Enjoy!
Disclaimer: As usual, I don't own any of these characters, I just play around with them.
Judgement Call
After two days of rain, finally the sun came out again. The sky was in a perfect blue and the sun was presenting itself from its best side. 55-David was cruising through the streets of their precinct and enjoying the day.
"Let's stop somewhere, I'm hungry," Bosco complained.
"We've just been out here for an hour or so," Faith returned and shook her head. It was a secret to her how her partner could eat all shift and not gain weight at all.
"How 'bout Chinese? There's a new take-out over on Lex."
Bosco looked at his partner, waiting for approval. Yokas knew there was no point in arguing. He would complain all shift until their meal break, so she gave in. In fact, she could use something to eat herself.
"Okay, you won. But YOU pay!"
Boscorelli saluted mockingly.
"Yes Ma'am."
A frightened looking young woman was coming into the 55th precinct. She looked lost.
"May I help you?" Lieutenant Swersky asked from behind the front desk.
She slowly approached.
"I want to report a murder," she said in a thin voice.
That peeked Swersky's interest even more. He got a pen and paper and prepared to write down what she was saying.
"Who was murdered?" he wanted to know.
"My cat…that's a crime, isn't it?" She looked as if she was about to start crying any second.
"Let's go into my office," Swersky offered and signed her to follow him.
"What's your name and address?" he wanted to know after they sat down.
"Christina Thomas, 4017 Arthur."
He wrote that down.
"Do you know who killed your cat?"
"It was my ex-boyfriend," she replied and tried hard not to start crying again.
"Did you see him do it?"
She shook her head.
"No, but he left her hanging at my front door so I would see it!"
Swersky took notes again before he went on.
"Has your boyfriend…"
"EX-boyfriend! I threw Bruce out two weeks ago."
"Okay. Has he ever threatened you or hurt you physically?" the Lieutenant asked.
Again, she shook her head.
"No…," she had to admit.
"But what about my cat? I know he did it!"
Swersky took a business card from a pile on his desk and wrote something on it.
"This is the phone number of this precinct."
He added another number.
"And this is your case file number. If you call, you tell dispatch this number and they'll send a squad car over to help you, okay?"
She took the card and stared at it for a moment.
"Is this all you can do?" she wanted to know.
Lieutenant Swersky nodded.
"I'm afraid so. If this Bruce ever threatens you or if you feel harassed or otherwise intimidated by him,. I want you to call," he advised her.
"But what about my cat?" she insisted.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do about it."
Upset, Christina Thomas grabbed her back and stormed out of the office and out of the precinct.
Officer Maurice Boscorelli left the Chinese take-out and went back to the squad car. Yokas was leaning against the car, waiting for him.
"Fried noodles and a spring roll," Bosco said and handed her the food containers.
They got back in the car and started their meal. After either had about two bites, a call came in.
"55-David, please report to Mercy Hospital," dispatch told them, not knowing she was interfering.
Bosco gave his partner a "why always at meal?" look.
"55-David, 10-4," Faith acknowledged, handed her spring roll over to Boscorelli on the passenger's side and drove off.
