Title: You're Never Alone 4?
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?
Having just finished making dinner, he placed the two laden plates down on the small tray. His mind went to Faith. He'd tried to make her feel at home, tried to make her feel loved…but she wasn't making it easy. He'd known that it would take some time for her to love him, but he didn't mind waiting…not for her. His original plan had been to take her and dispose of her like he had the other women…but there was something about her that made him change his plans.
He opened the door to the basement and walked down the stairs. As he approached the bottom of the stairs, his eyes fell on Faith…who was just starting up the steps.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" he yelled. Her eyes widened as he put the tray down on the bottom step and lifted her over his shoulder. Making his way over to the mattress in the corner, he threw her down onto it, pointing at her as she sat up. "Stay there."
Going to the desk, he reached into the top drawer and grabbed a bundle of ropes and roll of duct tape. Taking a deep breath, he walked back over to Faith, and gently grabbed her hands, tying them with the rope. Then taking the duct-tape, he took a long piece and wound it around her hands. He then moved down to her legs, securing them with rope and tape as well.
"There is no way in hell you are going to be able to get out now." He said quietly, looking down at her. "And to think I was nice to you! Got you a comfortable bed-"
"I guess you didn't tie the ropes as tight as you thought you did."
"But you didn't get anywhere, did you?" Greg yelled.
Faith winced at the anger in his voice, and swallowed hard. "So what happens to me now?"
"I told you I'm not going to kill you, I love you." He then walked over to the stairs and picked up the tray. "You need to eat."
"Like I would eat anything you gave me." Faith yelled.
He then sat down next to her. "Eat."
"No..."
He forced a small spoonful of food into her mouth. "Eat…you need to stay healthy." Suddenly, Faith spit the food out, trying to move away from him. "Faith, please don't do this. Just eat it." Trying again, she once again spit the food out.
He shook his head. "Fine…you don't want to eat?" Reaching into the bedside table drawer, he pulled out the prepared damp cloth, and the smell of chloroform hung in the air as he clamped it over her mouth. She struggled, screaming into the material of the cloth…but her strength left her, and her world faded to black.
He looked down at her, sadness in his eyes. "If only you weren't like this, Faith." He whispered, removing the cloth from her mouth. After covering her with blankets and making sure her pillow was fluffed, he kissed her forehead and started back upstairs, closing the door behind him.
"The file has to be somewhere," Wigg told Michaels, as everybody looked around the office for the file on the serial killer case that Faith was working.
"Well it didn't just walk off by itself." Bosco replied. "You might know something about the case that Faith was working on," he said, as he looked at Wiggs.
"That is where you are wrong, Boscorelli. This was Faith's case; she didn't want anybody's help with it."
"She worked it alone?" Sully replied. "What about her partner?"
"We don't really have partners here. She wanted to just work on this on her own…she worked on this case everyday for as she could, sometimes she stayed overnight,"
"Because she didn't want to go home." Bosco replied, knowing Faith well enough. "So her kidnapper must be the person she's been investigating, because there is no way that this file would go missing the same night she goes missing. So what's the next step?"
"We are just going to have to look into this guy ourselves." Michaels said, shrugging.
"So the only thing you know is his name? That is how you are going to find Faith? She could be dead by the time an investigation is finished!" Bosco yelled.
"Well you're not the boss, Boscorelli, so either you help us out…or you can go back to your regular assignment. "Michaels replied. " It's your choice."
Bosco sighed. He knew he was going to hate working with the FBI. "While you stay here and "investigate" this guy, I'm going to go to Faith's apartment, and see if I can find some evidence there." He said, as he started to walk away.
"We'll have CSIs at the apartment right now, they have been there for a while now." Wiggs said, as he walked up to Bosco.
"I don't care, I'm going there if you like it or not." Bosco said.
Sully looked at Bosco. " You don't need to do that."
"Yes I do, Sully. I have to go there; maybe there's something there that only I would notice. Something I'm meant to see."
Sully looked into Bosco's eyes, and could see that he really felt like he needed to do this. "Fine, but only if I go with you."
"Me too." Ty said.
"We all go." Lieu said, knowing that Bosco is going to need as much support as he could get while in Faith's apartment…it wasn't gonna be pretty.
"You all can go, but don't you mess with anything." Micheals said.
"Who do you think you are talking to, we are all cops remember." Bosco said, as they all left Faith's office.
A half an hour later,
They approached Faith's apartment door, and were stopped by the all to familiar yellow crime scene tape and an officer guarding the entrance. "You can't come in here…this is a crime-"
"We're with the police department." Bosco said, as he showed his badge.
"That's a Jersey badge…it won't get you any special treatment from me." the officer said. Ty then showed his badge. The police officer nodded, and let everybody in the apartment. Sully looked at Bosco's face, as they walked into the living room, and saw the mess it still was in.
"Bosco, you don't need to do this." Sully said, as he put his hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, I do Sully." Bosco said, as he walked into the living room. The coffee table had been overturned, the contents that once sat on top had been thrown to the floor, and the cushions had been taken off the couch. Just looking around the room, Bosco could see what Faith had gone through the night she went missing, and it made him sick to his stomach, that his "partner" had been put in this situation.
He then walked to her bedroom, and it was a much bigger mess than the living room, her drawer was still open, with a t- shirt hanging out, there was stuff on the floor. He sighed, raking his hand through his hair. "We'll find you, Faith…wherever the hell you are."
"You are right, Bosco, we'll find her, but I think we need to leave it's not going to help you," Ty said softly, leaning against the doorframe.
"Not yet, Ty." Bosco felt the dreadful sting in his eyes, and started towards the bathroom. Closing the bathroom door behind him, he leaned on it heavily, tears silently falling down his cheeks.
He put his hands on his face, as he took a deep breath. He then stood up. " Get a grip, Boscorelli…not the time to break down." he said out loud to himself, as he walked out of the bathroom, and walked back into the living room.
Looking around the room, Bosco furrowed his brow. " Where's Faith's gun?"
"It's being taken into the crime lab for ballistics examination," One CSI said, looking over at him.
"Ballistic examination? What for? We know who took her, why the hell do you need her gun!"
Lieu walked over to Bosco, placing a hand on his shoulder. " Look I realize that your upset, but they're just doing their job, I'm sure as soon as the gun's been through ballistics, you'll be able to have it."
Nodding, Bosco then walked through the apartment, desperate for some kind of clue as to where Faith might be. He jumped at a hand on his shoulder. "Bosco, Lieu says that Wiggs just called…we gotta leave for the night."
Bosco turned to Ty. "I can't leave this apartment until I find something. I can't-" Tears started falling down his cheeks, as he continued to wander around the room.
Pulling Bosco into a hug, Ty patted his back. "And we will find something…just not tonight. Let people look at this place with fresh eyes…not ones full of tears."
Bosco then wiped the tears away. "I didn't mean to cry in front of you…I"
Ty stopped before Bosco said anything else. "I know how much she means to you, she means a great deal to all of us, we'll find her, but not here, let's go look somewhere else."
Bosco nodded, as he and Ty walked up to the rest of them, and left the apartment.
The next morning,
Greg was sitting in the chair next to the mattress, looking at Faith. She then suddenly woke up.
"Faith..."
She started trembling, before leaning over the edge of the mattress and vomiting all over the floor.
He sat down next to her. "Faith…. I'm so sorry, I had to drug you like that, but I had to make you learn your lesson."
She then throws up again. She has never felt this sick before, she felt like she was dying. Maybe that it what he is trying to do to me, she thought to herself.
He then touched her forehead. "Oh my, you have a fever… that's not good." Greg said; he saw how weak and pale that she looked. He couldn't have her die on him, not now that he realized how much he cared for her.
"Maybe if you didn't drug me, I wouldn't be sick like this."
"If you didn't misbehave like you did, I wouldn't have to do it." Greg replied, as he touched her face. She then throws up again, but this time it was in his shirt. She looked at him in fear of what he was going to do her.
"Oh Faith… you must be really sick, I guess I have to go and get something to make you feel better, are you going to be quiet or do I need to make you be quiet?" he asked.
She looked at him. "I thought you said nobody would come here, so I could make us much noise as I want."
He chuckled softly. "That's what I love about you…feisty as all hell." Kissing her forehead, he stood up.
"Don't touch me." Faith yelled.
Shaking his head, he placed a finger on her lips. "Just be quiet for a moment…please?"
She scrunched up her face in disgust as he started towards the stairs. Before taking the first step, he turned to look at her. "You'll grow to love me."
He bolted up the stairs, grabbing his cell phone that sat on the kitchen table. Hitting 2 on his speed dial, he waited for an answer. "Hello?"
"I need to see you now."
"Not now, Greg, I'm at work,"
"She's not well, she's got a high fever, and she's throwing up everywhere."
The person on the phone sighed. "Fine, I'll meet you in 20 at the coffee shop, alright?
Greg hit the end button on his phone, grabbed his keys, and took off through the door.
Greg walked towards the coffee shop, and saw Shawn coming towards him. He worked as a nurse at the hospital, so he knew what he was talking about, and that he could help Faith. Shawn was his partner in the kidnappings that he did previously, but when Greg saw Faith he knew that this was all his, that Shawn couldn't see her, or have any part in it. But now he needed Shawn's help.
"Hey Greg, so what's wrong with your newest victim, I thought you were going to kill her."
"No Shawn, I like her." Greg replied. "I just need some medication to help her feel better."
"I told you to not give her too much of the drugs."
"She was acting up, I had to." Greg replied. "So do you have what I need?"
"Yes I do, I don't know which drug you gave her, but this medication should help you, just give it to her, it will take a while to work, but she will feel better." Shawn said, as he handed the medication to Greg.
"Thank you." Greg said, as he started to walk away. "Hey when do I get to see her?"
"You don't," Greg yelled, as he walked away from Shawn.
Bosco slowly walked up the front steps of the precinct, yawning as he went. He went to his mother's to try and sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, all he could see and hear was Faith. He spent the whole night sitting at the kitchen table, memories running through his mind like an old movie.
He approached the front desk, and saw Sully and Lynn talking with Lieu. "Bosco…any news?"
Bosco shook his head, leaning against the desk tiredly. "Nope…I haven't gotten a phone call, so I'm assuming they haven't found anything."
Lynn looked at Bosco. "I'm sorry about your friend. It must be hard to lose someone you care about so much."
"Don't you dare talk about her like she's dead." Bosco snapped. "She's out there somewhere…alive." Throwing the woman another glare, Bosco turned and started up the steps to the locker room.
Normally, Sully would have ripped Bosco a new one for talking to Lynn like that…but he knew what Bosco was going through.
"I'll see you later, Sully." Lynn said, as she kissed Sully.
Sully looked at Lynn. "Bosco didn't mean to be like that."
"I understand, Sul, he is worried about his friend, just like you are. I saw that you didn't sleep last night, you were sitting in the living room, talking with Ty all night."
" We were talking about all the memories, me, Ty, Faith and Bosco had together." Sully said with a grin. "It is so hard to know think about what is happening with Faith, so Ty decided that we should think about the good memories."
"Ty's a good guy." Lynn said, as she hugged Sully. "Call me if you need me," she said, as she walked away.
Sully nodded. "I will."
Sully walked up the precinct, and was about to walk in when he stopped for a moment, and thought of Faith. Tears then started to fall his cheeks. "We'll find you, Faith, Bosco will kick my ass if we don't." He then wiped away the tears, and walked inside.
Walking back down into the basement, Greg found Faith where he'd left her. He approached the mattress sitting down beside her. "You need to take this to get better." He held the medicine bottle up, showing it to her.
Taking a pill from the small bottle, he grabbed a bottle of water from his bag and handed it to her. "Don't worry…it's nothing bad. It'll help you feel better."
Faith didn't want to take anything that he had to give, but she felt so sick…she didn't have a choice. "Fine," she said, as she put the pill in her mouth and then grabbed the bottle, taking a small sip.
"That's right, Faith…." He said. "It will make everything better soon." He then turned off the light in the basement. "Try and get some sleep." He said, as he walked up to the stairs.
She sighed, as she tried to fall asleep. She looked out the window, and saw that it was still light out. She just wonders if anybody is going to come and find her, or if she is never going to found.
She closed her eyes, and started to drift off to sleep.
Greg was walking down the street when he saw some police officers that he knew that worked with Faith before, and her boss, he knew this because of when he investigate her. He hid behind the bushes so he could hear what they were saying.
"We are going to find Faith." One of the younger officers said. "We will, Bosco. Trust me, we aren't going to give up until we find her." the older fatter one said.
Greg laughed at himself, as he walked away. "You think you will find her, but I have a plan. You'll never find her," he smiled to himself, as he got into his car, and drove away.
Walking back into the basement of the cottage, he smiled at the sight of Faith still fast asleep. Quietly, he sat down on the edge of the bed, taking the vials, rubber band, and needles from his pocket. Trying desperately not to wake his sleeping beauty, he untied her right arm from the ropes and tape, and placed it gently in his lap.
Attaching one of the vials to the needle, and wrapping the rubbed band around Faith's arm, he gently inserted the needle into her vein. She jerked awake, her eyes going wide at the sight of the needle. "What are you-"
"Shhh." He said soothingly as the vial began to fill with her blood. "Close your eyes and go back to sleep."
Faith didn't want to close her eyes…there was a chance she wouldn't wake up again. "What the hell are you-"
Holding the needle in her arm with one hand, he pulled the chloroform cloth from the bedside table and clamped it over her mouth. She struggled slightly before her eyes drooped shut. "You always have to make things difficult." Greg said, removing the cloth from her face.
After filling 4 vials with Faith's blood, he gently removed the needle from her arm and took away the rubber band. Placing the vials and needles in his pocket, he placed a cotton ball over the puncture in her arm and secured it with tape.
Kissing her forehead, he quietly left the basement.