Title: You're Never Alone 2?
Rating: PG13
Summary: Bosco and Faith lost touch with each other after the precient fire and he moves away, but when Faith gets abducted, will he be able to find her?
Author's Note: I would like to thank everybody that read the first chapter, it means a lot. I would also like to thank Jamie for listening me go on and on about the story and helping me with it
Bosco blinked several times as he processed Lieu's words…he must have misheard him. "What?"
"I know this is hard to take." Lieu said softly, looking at the younger officer. "I'm sorry."
"Lieu, please tell me that you're kidding." Bosco said, his voice raising slightly.
"I'm sorry, Bosco…I wish I was."
Bosco started pacing, rubbing his forehead. "You don't mean it. She can't be- Look, maybe she just went away for a few days and didn't tell anyone about it." He was trying to avoid the truth…trying to think of any other possible excuse.
Lieu also stood up and put his hand on Bosco's shoulder. "I wish this wasn't true, but it is." He said in a fatherly voice.
Bosco stopped pacing and turned to his former boss. "How do you know she's even missing, Lieu?"
Lieu sighed, looking to the floor. "Her friend from work told us that she was upset at the end of her shift, so he stopped off at her apartment to check on her. Apparently, when he got there…the living room as well as the bedroom was a mess. They uh…also found Faith's gun out on the fire escape. You know as well as I do that Faith would never leave without her gun."
"So, if you know this…then why the hell are we just standing here!"
"You're not going to help." Micheals said, as he and Wiggs walked into the room.
"Like hell I'm not! She was my partner for more than 13 years. There's no way I'm letting some twit from the FBI look…or some nerd from Major Cases. You'll get her killed."
Lieu walked over to Wiggs and Micheals. "Can I uh, talk with you guys for a minute?"
"He can't work on this, Swersky." Michaels warned, shoving his hands in the pockets of his dress pants.
"Let me talk." Lieu asked as they walked over to the window.
Bosco leaned against the wall, his mind racing. "I don't have time for this." He muttered, glaring at the two agents.
Finally, after a few moments of harsh whispering, the three men approached him.
Wiggs sighed. "Ok, you can work on this Boscorelli. But make no mistake…this is our operation. We won't stand for you playing Supercop, and running off trying to find Faith on your own. Understood?"
Sighing angrily, Bosco had no choice but to agree. He would do anything for Faith…even if it meant listening to the FBI.
He stopped the car, and turned in his seat to look at Faith's sleeping form. She was lying in the backseat, her hair spread out across the leather.
"We're here." he said softly, as he climbed outta the car. "Welcome to your new home." As carefully as he could, he reached into the car and scooped Faith into his arms. She gave a small moan, but didn't wake.
He opened the door to his place, flipping on the small light and casting away some of the darkness.
"Please." Faith mumbled, as he carried her over his shoulder. "No-"
"Shh, it's okay." He said soothingly as he made his way into the bedroom. After gently her down on the bed, grabbed a blanket and covered her to make sure she stayed warm.
He then looked at her, and began stroking her hair. "Everything's fine now. I'll be back in a few minutes." He gave her a kiss on the forehead before quietly leaving the room
Bosco stood at his locker in the empty locker room. He'd been sent home for the remainder of the day as well as the rest of the week. Peters didn't seem to think he was capable of working after heading the news about Faith. The locker room door opened, and Swersky stuck his head in. "Bosco?"
Sighing, Bosco pulled his hat from the upper shelf. "Yeah?"
Swersky walked in, standing beside Bosco's locker. "You alright?"
"What do you think?" Bosco's voice came out harsher than he intended, but didn't care. His eyes went up to the picture taped on the inside of the door to his locker…him and Faith on the hood of 55-David.
"Hey." Lieu said softly, turning Bosco to face him and pulling him into a fatherly hug. "We're gonna find her."
Bosco returned to embrace, before pulling away and looking at the picture again. "We have to."
"We will."
Bosco nodded, as he closed the locker. "Thanks for being here, Boss. But uh…how did you find out?"
Swersky sat down on the bench. "Well I'm close with Wiggs…he told me that one of his detectives went missing. When he told me it was Faith I was in total shock…still am."
Bosco sighed, and sat down beside his old friend. "Your retired, Lieu. You didn't have to take the time to come here, but you did." He sniffled slightly, and then tried to hide it. "It means a lot-"
"I know. " Lieu said stopping Bosco in mid sentence. "When one of my friends needs help, I'm there."
Bosco nodded, turning his gaze to the floor. Suddenly, realization hit, and he snapped his head up. "Damn! Emily and Charlie!" He turned his gaze to Lieu. "How are they? Emily wasn't in the apartment, was she?"
Lieu looked down on the floor. "I'm guessing Faith didn't call you"
"What are you talking about?"
Lieu looked at Bosco with sadness. "Emily and Charlie died in a car accident, along side their father 6 months ago."
"What?" Bosco suddenly felt the need to throw up. "Oh my god." He rested his elbows on his knees, taking deep breaths, trying to fight the wave of intense nausea.
"I'm sorry, Bosco, I thought you knew."
Bosco shake his head. "No…. I had no clue, why didn't she tell me? I could have been there for her."
Lieu touched his shoulder gently. "I only know what my friends at her precinct told me. She didn't want anyone at the funeral…she was there alone. The only person there for her was Miller, and that didn't exactly help-" Lieu stopped suddenly, sighing.
"Keep going." Bosco urged, eager to hear more.
"You don't need to know all this."
"Boss, I need to know everything about Faith, maybe it will help us find her."
Lieu shook his head. "This won't help us find her, believe me."
"I don't care if it will help her or not!" Bosco said loudly, still resting his elbows on his knees. "I wanna know everything there is to know about Faith."
Lieu looked at Bosco. "Wiggs told me the reason that he got the job was because Miller left so suddenly…they didn't someone to take his place as soon as possible. He then later found out that the reason Miller left so suddenly was because he broke up with Faith."
"The jag-off broke up with Faith?" Anger shot through him. "It's his loss…Faith's too good for him."
"Let's just say it was a bad break-up from what Wiggs told me."
Wiggs and Michaels walked into the office. "It's time to go."
Swersky turned to Bosco. "You can come in my car." Bosco nodded. He just wanted to get out of here, so he could find Faith.
Faith woke up with a sick feeling in her stomach. She looked around the room, and suddenly remembered what happened. She looked to see if her captor was in the room, but she was alone. She tried to stand, but as soon as she got to her feet, she started to feel dizzy and collapsed to the ground.
She then heard footsteps coming towards her; she knew that she needed to act fast. The footsteps got louder and louder, she could see his feet coming towards her. She stood up as quickly as she could but before she could do anything, he was standing in front of her. "What do you think you are doing?"
She pulled her hand back preparing to punch him, but he grabbed her hand and spun her around, holding her hands behind her. The sudden action causing pain in her arms, she cried out.
He shakes his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, but you brought it on yourself."
"Help, Help," she yelled as hard as she could.
"You know nobody is going to hear you. There isn't anyone around for miles." A perverse smile came over his face.
She then looked into his eyes, and she realizes exactly who he was, and fear took over her.
"I'm guessing by the look on your face, you know exactly who I am now."
"You're Greg Mitchell," she said with fear in her voice.
"That's right, Faith…. I hear you have been investigating me," he said . "Well I've been doing my own investigating."
"Investigating this… you bastard." she said, as she kicked him in the stomach making him fall on the ground.
"Bitch."
She ran, as fast as she could, outta the bedroom desperately trying to get to the front door. As her hand brushed against the doorknob, he roughly grabbed her from behind. When he spoke, his voice was full of frustration. "I knew you were feisty, but this is getting ridiculous." He started dragging her back into the bedroom, with Faith, struggling against his hold.
"You know someone is going to find me." she yelled, as he pushed her to the bed.
He smirked. "That is where you are wrong, and you know it. You know that nobody will be looking for you, your kids are dead, your ex- husband and your ex-boyfriend want nothing to do with you, so you have nobody."
Faith looked at him in disgust. "How the hell do you know everything about me?"
"I told you that I have been investigating you." Greg said. " I had to know everything about you."
"Someone will be looking for me, I have friends, and co-workers." Faith said, trying to tell herself more than anything.
He laughed. "You have no friends; you spend all your time at work. They might realize you are missing, but they won't look for you." he replied, as he sat down next to her on the bed.
She recoiled away from him, pushing herself against the frame of the headboard. "Get away from me."
"Now that is not the way to talk to me." he said, as he pulled the cloth out of his pocket.
"No…" she screamed. He then looked at her with this mad look on his face, and put the cloth back into his pocket.
She then took a deep breath, when she saw that he wasn't going to drug her. He grinned at her. "No.. I think you are going to need some stronger tonight, seeing as you have misbehave."
"No… No." she screamed as loud as she could.
He then opened the drawer next to the bed, and pulled some rope out.
He then grabbed her hands, and tied them with the rope. She looked at him in fear.
"I'm not going kill you, but I can't take my chance that you will try and run out of the room."
He then walked over to the end of the bed, and put them around her legs, as soon as he finished that, he grabbed her and put her over his shoulder. She was screaming the whole time; he then placed her on the floor. "Stay there."
"Where the hell would I go," she said.
She watched as he picked up a water bottle from the cupboard. He then picked her up and placed her onto the couch. She looked at him in terror. He grabbed the water bottle and pours it down her throat. But she wouldn't swallow it.
"Drink it."
She shakes her head.
"Drink."
"No," " she yelled. He then hit her across the face. "Drink it now.
She knew that she had no choice…she swallowed roughly, coughing slightly as the liquid poured down her throat.
"Good, Faith."
She shut her mouth, as she knew exactly what he was doing, he was trying to drug her and she wasn't going to let it happen.
"Don't do that Faith, you need to drink more." She wouldn't open her mouth, so he grabbed her neck. "Open now."
She could see that he was about to hit her again, and she knew that she had to do it. She opened her mouth.
"That's good, Faith, see I knew you can be good" he said, as he poured the water down her throat.
"Just one more sip…" he said, as he pour more down. " See now that wasn't bad." he said, as he sat down next to her.
She looked at him. "You are going to pay for this..." she said, as she started to get sleepy.
He touched her face. "It just will take a few minutes and then you'll be okay."
"No…." she said, as her eyes started to close, and her yelling was coming less and less, before long, she was out cold.
He touched her face. "See that wasn't too bad."
He then picked her and grabbed her to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed, and took off the ropes on her hands and legs. "I think she has learnt her lesson to not mess with me."
He then placed the blanket over her to make sure that she is warm.
"Sleep tight, Faith." he said, as he kissed her forehead, and gently moved a piece of hair away from her face.
He then closed the door behind him, and make sure that it was locked. "Maybe tomorrow will be a better day,"
To be continued!