Title: You're Never Alone
Rating: PG13
Summary: Bosco and Faith lost touch with each other after the precinct fire and he moves away. But when Faith is abducted, will he be able to find her?
Disclaimer: I don't own Third Watch or it's characters.
Author's Note: This takes place a year after the finale montage.
Chapter 1
Faith gave a small sigh, and flipped off the overhead light in her officer. "Jeff, I'm gonna head home."
Jeff lifted his head, and smiled. "You're actually leaving?"
Faith looked at him and smiled. "Yes Jeff, I'm finally going home. It's not like I stay here all the time, you know."
"Faith, you know as well as I do that you'd sleep here if you could." He placed his hand gently on her shoulder. "I know that it's hard going home these days, but there are a lot of people here that care about you."
Faith sighed, somewhat unconvincingly. "Yeah, you're right."
Jeff raised his eyebrows. "Faith, I know that voice all to well. You don't believe me." He paused, squeezing her shoulder gently. "He really hurt you, didn't he?"
Faith shook her head. "I can't talk about this right now." She turned and made her way out of the room, fighting to hold in the tears that were threatening to fall.
Jeff, however, not taking the hint, followed. "Look, I know that John didn't exactly go about it the right way after what happened with your family. But maybe he just realized that you guys weren't meant to be?"
Faith turned around. "Why are you sticking up for him all of a sudden?"
Jeff sighed, glancing to the floor before raising his eyes back to Faith. "It's just…I talked to him last night…and he feels bad Faith, really bad. He wants you guys to at least be able to be civil towards one another."
"You want me…to be civil to a man, who didn't even have the nerve to break up with me in person?" Faith said, narrowing her eyes slightly. "Then, let's not forget, that he transferred to Chicago to avoid it!"
"I'll take that as a no."
"I didn't say that, Jeff, it's just that I've been through a lot this past year, I needed John with me, but he ran as far as he could as fast as he could."
Jeff, once again, put his hand on her shoulder. "I'm asking as a friend…have you given any thought to seeing a therapist? Get someone to talk to?"
"Are you kidding me, I would never go to one."
Jeff smiled. "I know what you mean, I don't like them either. But if you ever need to talk…about anything…I want you to call me, ok?"
Faith smiled. "Thanks Jeff, that means a lot." She motioned towards the front doors to the house. "I should probably get going." He nodded and she started towards the door. "Even though I have nothing to go home to." She muttered quietly.
"Did you say something?" Jeff asked, snapping his head up to look at her.
"Nope," she said, as she started to walk down the stairs.
Jeff followed her. "I thought I could walk out with you."
Faith smiled. "Thanks. So, I haven't asked you today, how's Tracey doing?" Faith asked, as they headed outside.
"She's doing great, she can't wait for the baby to come, I still can't believe that I'm going to be a daddy! I mean, my own family I never thought that would happen-" Stopping in mid-sentence, he turned to Faith. "I'm so sorry, Faith, I didn't mean to say that."
"Its fine, Jeff, it's not your fault." She smiled at him slightly. "You should be happy." As she started towards her car, she called to him over her shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow."
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Faith opened the door to her apartment, and took her jacket off and put her keys onto the table. She sighed as she thought about her day; they were still trying to find the serial killer that was terrorizing New York City. It was like he knew that there were onto him…there's been a lull in his killing spree. "Maybe he decided it was time to move onto to some other town", she thought to herself…even though she didn't believe that was the case.
She sat down on the couch to take her shoes off before walking into her bedroom to get changed into her PJ's. She opened her dresser drawer to pull out a clean t-shirt, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Without even thinking about it, she grabbed the gun from the waistband of her jeans, and turned around. She came face to face with a man in a mask. She cocked the gun, and aimed in directly at him. "Don't move." She snarled, backing away from him.
"You really think, that is gonna stop me?" He said quietly, before reaching out and trying to grab the gun from Faith's hands. She fired out and pushed him back into the dresser, the force of her push causing the gun to fly from her hand.
He stumbled slightly, but was soon back on his feet. "You bitch."
As he gathered himself, Faith dove for her gun, which was sitting on the floor beside the bed. As her hands brushed against the weapon, he reached out and took a handful of her hair, pulling her back towards him. Pushing her down onto the bed, he pointed at her. "Stay there."
He quickly grabbed the gun and tossed it through the open window. He heard the clang of metal on metal as the gun landed on the fire escape. Spinning around, his stomach lurched lightly when he saw that she wasn't on the bed.
Giving a frustrated sigh, he started outta the room. "To think I thought this would be easy." He could hear her as she ran through the apartment. "But then again, I always love a challenge."
He caught up to her, and roughly pushed her to the couch. Pinning her hands above her head, he leaned in close. "You think you can get away? It doesn't matter where you run to, I'll find you."
"You don't know me as well as you think." Faith forced out, before kneeing him in the stomach. He stumbled back and Faith took the opportunity to stand from the couch. She started towards the door; he reached out and grabbed her.
"Someone help me!" Faith shouted, struggling in his hold. "Help me!"
"You know, I came here not wanting to do this." He said loudly, reaching down and pulling a cloth from his pocket. "But you leave me no choice."
Fear filled her as her eyes fell onto the cloth. She knew what it was and what he was going to do. Once again, she struggled against his hold…but it was too strong.
He then put a damp cloth over her mouth, the smell of chloroform hanging in air. After a few seconds, her struggling slowed and she stopped yelling. She looked at him, her face sleepy. "Soon you'll be fine," he said, as he watched as she closed her eyes. "Shhh…just sleep." He whispered, gently lying her down on the couch.
He then took his mask off and walked to the door, and looked to see if anybody was coming. He couldn't get caught, now after all the hard work he did planning tonight. He rested his hand on his stomach, a dull pain from where she'd kneed him. Turning his gaze to her sleeping form on the couch, he couldn't help but smile. She was feisty, no doubt about that. He knew that she was different from the other girls…they were boring, bland…but not her. She was strong-willed, beautiful…just the way he liked them.
Pulling his mask back on, he made his way to the couch and gently lifted her up. "It's time to go." He whispered as he started towards the door. Just before going into the hallway, he heard voices outside. Thinking that the fire escape would be better, he turned and went to the open window in her bedroom.
"We don't want to get caught do we?" he said, smirking, as he carefully climbed through the window, and walked down the fire exit.
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New Jersey:
The next day,
Bosco walked into the roll call room, plunkering down beside his partner, Jeremy Matthews. His partner smiled. "Do you not have the mental capacity to be here on time?"
Bosco looked over at his friend, the trademark smirk coming across his face. "You know that you wouldn't want me any other way."
"You know, as stupid as that is…your right." Jeremy replied, shaking his head.
Lieu. Peters appeared at the front of the room. "Ok, quiet down. Time for assignments." Lieu flipped through a small stack of papers, before looking around the room at the officers. "Ok, Dennis and Mackey, your together today…and Matthews? Your with Howard."
"Hey, what about me?" Bosco whined, pointing to himself. His eyes then widened. "Please don't say desk duty."
"You're not working the beat or desk duty, Boscorelli." Lieu said, smiling slightly. "I need to talk to you."
"You're in trouble, Boscorelli." Howard said. "See what happens when you're late?"
"Why are you all still here?" Peter said, looking at the officers with irritation on his face. "Get to work!"
Everybody slowly left the room, leaving Bosco alone with his boss. "Look boss, I'm sorry that I was late…it's a bad habit that I just can't seem to break-"
"Boscorelli, shut up." Lieu said, holding up his hand. "This has nothing to do with you being late. I need you to come with me to my office."
As he followed Lieu down the hallway, Bosco started to panic. He knew that whatever it was must be serious; because Lieu usually spoke to him in the roll call room…serious issues were handled in the office.
As Peters opened the door to his office, Bosco didn't believe his eyes and did a double take. "Lieu? What are you doing here?" Bosco walked into the office, and shook his old boss' hand. "Man, I must be in a hell of a lot of trouble if they brought you out here."
Lieu Peter looked at Bosco. "I'm sure I don't need to introduce you to Bob Swersky."
Bosco smiled. "It's great to see you again, Lieu…what's up?"
"I see you haven't changed," Swersky said, smiling at the younger officer.
Peters motioned to two other men standing by the desk. "This is Wiggs from Major Cases in New York, and this is FBI agent Michaels."
"FBI? This is a little extreme for a punishment, don't you think boss?" Bosco asked, looking at Peters. "I mean sure, a suspension or a reprimand is cool, but the FBI? I must have really pissed out off-"
"Do you think I could talk to Bosco alone?" Swersky asked, cutting off Bosco's rant. They all looked at them, then nodded as they slowly filed outta the room.
Swersky looked to Bosco, with sadness in his eyes. "Have a seat, Bosco."
"I don't understand why you're here Lieu." Bosco said, sitting heavily into one of the chairs. "Whatever they had to tell me, they could have done it without dragging out all the way here."
Swersky sat down, sighing. "They thought that since you and I have a history, and since we're close friends…it might be easier for you if I'm here."
"Easier for me?" Bosco asked, furrowing his brow. "Lieu, what's going on?"
Lieu looked down to the desk before raising his eyes to Bosco again. "I don't know how to tell you this."
Feeling panic again, Bosco sat up in his chair. "Just tell me."
With intense sadness in his eyes, Lieu spoke. "Faith was abducted last night from her apartment."
To be continued!