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xtremeroswelliaHere is part 26 of Bree and my's fic, "Stuck in a Moment."
Title: Stuck in a Moment (26/?)
Authors: NYPDBosco and X_tremeroswellian
Emails: mauriceboscorelli@yahoo.com & faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: These characters are unfortunately not ours. Please don’t sue. The title and song belong to U2 off their, "All That You Can't Leave Behind" cd.
Spoilers: Up through and including “Collateral Damage II.”
Rating: PG-13
Category: Angst/Fluff…hehe. Seeing as there is fluff, and it's shipper stuff don't flame the character of Bosco
Summary: When work and personal obstacles prove to be tough, Faith and Bosco are forced to learn the true meaning of being partners. Will they figure it out in time?
* * *
Stuck in a Moment (Part Twenty-Six)
Bosco rubbed at his eyes in frustration. "Dammit!" He threw his hands up in the air, his fists clinched. "I thought we had him!"
Cruz was equally as pissed. "All we had was that whore's pimp. Son of a bitch."
"Dammit!" He yelled again as he paced back and forth across the sidewalk. "What do we have to do to get this guy?!"
"If I knew the answer that question, we'd already have nailed his ass." She yanked the driver's side door of the RMP open and slid back inside, frustrated.
Bosco leaned his hands on the hood of the car. He was coming off the adrenaline rush. As they had raced toward the guy his spirits soared as he thought they had finally gotten this guy, and Faith would be able to relax. She'd be able to go back to her own life. He slammed his hand down on the hood of the car, and winced at the pain it sent through his broken hand. "Dammit," he mumbled in defeat before walking back around the car. He took a deep breath before getting in next to the sergeant.
Cruz sighed heavily and leaned her head back against the seat, remaining silent.
He leaned forward resting his arms on the dash. He sat in the silence along with Cruz. It was quiet. Too quiet. Something wasn't right. Bosco looked at Cruz. "Am I going deaf?"
"Excuse me?" She turned her head to look at him like he was crazy.
"I don't hear Yokas. Is my hearing shot?"
"She's probably in the bathroom." She shrugged and looked out the window.
"We'd at least hear somethin' though right? I don't hear anything."
Cruz looked down at the radio. "Oh. Guess we forgot to turn it back on." She shrugged again and switched it on, her tone bored.
He ran his hand over his hair. "Damn, for a second I thought my hearing was going." Bosco leaned back in the seat.
"Nope." She laid her head back and closed her eyes, yawning. The only sounds coming from the radio were the faint sounds of music.
Bosco glanced over at the radio. He wasn't sure why he thought looking at it would help him hear any better. The nausea was back. He sighed. I should be used to this feeling by now. Laying his head back he concentrated on the sounds of the radio. Wait. Make that the sound on the radio. "Sarge?"
"What?"
"I don't hear any bar noise."
She lifted her head. "What are you talking about?"
"Whenever Yokas was in the bar and wasn't talking to anyone you could always hear a lot of commotion in the background. But there isn't any now. It's just music." This isn't right.
Cruz frowned slightly. "So then where the hell is the music comin' from?"
Bosco shook his head. "I don't know."
"She's probably just in the back." She laid her head against the seat once more.
"In the back?! What does that mean? In the back? Why would that be any different?"
"Because it's quieter back there." She rolled her eyes.
"We'd still hear somethin'." He shook his head. "Something's wrong. Something's definitely wrong."
"Would you cut out the paranoia. Damn, Boscorelli. You're way too uptight about this."
"I can feel it Sarge. Something's not right."
"Fine. Go check it out for yourself. I'm sure she's fine. She's probably just found a more entertaining way to pass the time." She smirked.
Bosco hopped out of the car, and ran across the street after impatiently waiting for a car to pass. He pulled the door to the bar open, and hurried inside. He scanned the bar for any sign of Faith.
* * *
The first thing she became aware of was that there was a dull, throbbing pain in the back of her skull. She felt like she'd been cracked over the head with a 2X4. She moaned softly, the pain making colors dance in front of her. She felt her stomach turning. Something wasn't right. Where the hell was she? She tried to lift her head, but it hurt too much to do so.
She suddenly realized she was moving. No, not her. It was a steady, fluid motion. She was in a car. Why am I in a car? she wondered, feeling confused.
* * *
Bosco burst into the women's bathroom. "Faith?!" He ignored the stares of the women inside. "Faith?!" She wasn't there. He hurried into the men's room. No luck. He couldn't find her in the bar. She wasn't anywhere. Faith was gone.
He pushed his way through the throng of people on his way out. A quick glance in both directions and he took off across the street. His heart was racing. He leaned his hands against the door, and stuck his head through the window of the RMP. "She's gone!"
Cruz looked at him. "What the hell do you mean she's gone?"
Just then a soft voice over the radio, a quiet murmer. "Bosco..."
His face fell. "Oh God. Faith."
* * *
He reached over the seat, and nudged her with his hand. "You awake yet bitch?" he asked harshly.
Faith moaned from the pain that shot through her head as he nudged her. Oh, God. This is him. She forced herself to keep her eyes open as her gaze searched the car for her purse. Need my gun, she thought, her head spinning.
* * *
Bosco's chest tightened. "Shit."
"Calm down," Cruz said quietly.
"Calm down?! He's got her!"
"No fucking shit," she snapped. "If she's smart she'll give us a location."
"Yeah, if she's in any condition to give us a location. If she even knows where she is."
* * *
She couldn't see her purse anywhere. It was too dark. She felt sick and dizzy as she did the only thing she could think to do right then. She made a grab for the door handle.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" He stopped the car, and reached back to grab her hand.
Faith reached up with her other hand and raked her nails down his face as she quickly forced the door open and tumbled out onto the ground in a heap, crying out at the pain.
* * *
"What are we gonna do?!" Bosco asked in a panic. "We have no idea where she is."
"Well, we can't really do anything right now, then, can we?"
"So we just sit here?!"
"Give her a minute. It sounds like she's outta the car."
* * *
Faith winced as she grabbed hold of the car door to try and pull herself to her feet. The pounding in her head increased and she had to fight the urge to throw up.
He hopped out of the car. "Fine cop! Looks like I'm just gonna have to kill you here!"
For a second her heart stopped. He knew she was a cop. How? She shoved herself away from the car, trying to move away from him as quickly as the throbbing in head would allow her to move.
He grabbed her arm. "You remember me cop?!" he laughed. "Bet you didn't think you'd see me again!"
"Oh, God," she whispered in shock, her mind flashing back to the day she'd chased him down and arrested. "It was you?"
* * *
"Who Faith?" Bosco asked a loud. Hoping that somehow she could tell them.
* * *
She heard Bosco's voice in her ear and her eyes widened slightly. She had to give him something to go on. "Why? You're the son of a former senator, why would you do this?"
Bosco looked at Cruz. "You hear that?!"
Cruz stared at him in disbelief. "This better not be some sick fucking joke."
"Joke?! You think she'd be fucking joking at a time like this?!"
"Shut up!" she barked, pointing to the radio again as the killer answered Yokas' question.
* * *
"Why? Cause it's fun," he grinned. "And it'll be even more fun killing a cop! Dear old dad always wanted me to be a cop!"
Her instincts took over and she reached her arm back, then swung forward, slamming him in the nose as hard as she could.
He grabbed his nose. "BITCH!"
She kicked his legs out from underneath him and stumbled away in the opposite direction.
"DAMMIT!" He stood up and wiped his bloody nose on his shirt as he took off after her.
* * *
Bosco reached for the handset in the RMP.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cruz reached out and grabbed the radio, staring at him.
His eyes widened. "We know who it is. We need to call Central have them go through the records...get his license plate so we can put out an APB."
"How do you even know he's in his own car?" she demanded, shaking her head. "We don't know where they are!"
"It's better than doin' nothing!"
"Shhh!"
* * *
Faith cried out as she was tackled from behind. She hit the ground hard, her head smacking against the pavement. Tears leaked from her eyes. "Oh, God, please don't do this..."
"Are you wired? I'm sure you are!" He lifted up Faith's shirt in search of the device finding it nestled in the waistband of her skirt. Unceremoniously he ripped it off, and held it up for Faith to see. "Say goodbye to your friends -cop-!"
"Bosco," she whispered, her vision growing blurry. She watched as he tossed it over his shoulder, far out of her reach. "No..."
* * *
"Shit!" Bosco slammed his hand on the dash ignoring the pain. "Call it in!"
"Relax, Boscorelli. We know who it is now." Cruz's voice was calm.
"Yeah, so let's go find the bastard!"
"There's no rush. Sit back and enjoy the show. All our problems are about to go away. FaithYokas is gonna get exactly she deserves," she replied smugly, a smirk on her face as she leaned her head back against the seat.
"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me?! He's got one of -us-! He's got a cop!"
"Do I look like I care? At least this way you don't have to be the one to kill her. He's doin' your job for you."
"If I don't do anything I might as well be killing her!" He tried to grab the handset out of her hand.
"What are you so worried about? You hate her remember?" Cruz replied.
"I don't want this on my conscience!" He took a quick breath. "You want her dead?"
"You just now realized that? What the fuck have we been talking about for weeks?" she demanded, shaking her head.
He stared at her. "You seriously want her killed? You wanna let this guy kill her?"
"The sooner the better," she replied, a twisted smile on her face. "It'll be a real tragedy. Cop dies in the line of duty. It'll look real good for us in the papers. And then you and me, we'll get the collar."
"Fuck you!" He grabbed his radio out of his pocket. He had no idea why he hadn't done that in the first place. "Central this is 55-Frankie..."
"Excuse me? What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Cruz demanded in shock.
Bosco turned his back to her, and quickly rattled off the information he had about Faith's capture, and possible whereabouts. He turned back to her. "What does it look like I was doing?!"
"You -lied- to me?" She stared at him in disbelief.
"You just now realized that?"
"You son of a bitch!"
* * *
Faith tried to shove him off her as he pinned her down with his body weight. She watched with horror as he slowly reached into his jacket and pulled out a long knife. "No, please, don't do this!"
"I love it when you beg." He grinned as he put the knife up to her cheek, and slowly traced her jaw line. "Where do you want me to stab you first?" He brought the knife to her shoulder. "Here?" The knife made it's way to her chest. "Or maybe here?"
"I have two kids." It was a pathetic plea but she had to try and stall him.
"So I should keep your face recognizable for the wake so they could say goodbye," he grinned as he traced around her navel with the tip of the knife.
A tear escaped the corner of her eye. My gun. Her eyes widened slightly as she remembered the extra gun she had strapped to her ankle, hidden inside of her boot. A last ditch effort that she thought might save her life. With all her strength, she reached up and shoved him as hard as she could.
He was caught off balance. None of his victims had ever tried to fight him after he brought out the knife. He should have known better...this one was a cop. He raised the knife as he got onto his knees. "You're gonna wish you hadn't done that!"
Faith sat up quickly, her head still spinning as she reached into her boot and pulled the gun out just as he jolted forward and slammed the knife into her stomach. She screamed in agony as white hot fiery pain ripped through her. She fell backward, managing to lift the gun up just enough to fire off one shot.
* * *
Bosco looked around. "Was that a gunshot?"
"Fuck you. Get out of the car," Cruz said coldly.
He looked around again, and listened for another shot. "This is 55-Frankie! Any units out there hear a gunshot?!"
"55-Charlie, we heard it, too, Frankie," Davis' voice announced.
"She's gotta be close!" Bosco yelled into the radio. He looked over at Cruz, and snatched the radio that had been picking up Faith's wire. He put it in his pocket, and opened the door. "Good luck -sergeant-," he spat as he got out. He keyed his radio.
"Central this is Officer Boscorelli of 55-Frankie. I'll be on foot. Sergeant Cruz is of no assistance."
"You're gonna pay for this, Boscorelli," she warned darkly.
"Rot in hell!" he yelled as he took off across the street. He headed in the direction he thought the shot came from. "Faith?! Faith?!"
* * *
In her state of semi-consciousness, she could hear him screaming her name. He sounded so close, like he was right beside her. And yet when she opened her eyes she found herself alone. Rain was beginning to fall again, dropping down and splashing her in the face, mingling with the blood on her hands as she feebly kept them pressed to her stomach.
The radio. The thought managed to stick in her mind amongst the pain and confusion. He was calling to her on the listening device in her ear.
* * *
Bosco hurried down the street. He had no idea where to look. It was dark, and it was raining. The steady glow of the street lights were the only thing lighting his path. He put his radio to his mouth as he ran. "10-13! We need multiple units to canvas Axton Street! One shot heard!"
As he ran he continued to yell for her. Praying that it was Faith who had fired the shot he heard, and not the killer. "FAITH!"
* * *
She flinched at the way her name sounded, she could hear the fear, the terror in his voice. So close, but so far away. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain.
The wire. I have to get the wire.
Gathering up every bit of energy she had left, she managed to roll herself over onto her right side on the muddy ground, the pain threatening to make her lose consciousness again. She froze for a moment, unable to do anything until the fresh wave of agony subsided a bit. Then she slowly began to drag herself along the ground, her blurry eyes locking on the wire he'd thrown over his shoulder. She had to get to it. She had to.
* * *
Bosco began to panic as he looked down the street. It was long and dark, and he had no idea where she could be. Maybe he had just heard the gunshot over the wire. Maybe she wasn't close. Maybe she was far away, and he wouldn't find her. He shook his head as he continued to run, continued to dart down alleyways trying to find her and continued to yell her name at the top of her lungs. "FAITH!" Please hear me.
* * *
Faith stopped moving for a moment, gasping for breath as the pain wracked her body. Her vision was swimming with colors. Bright, intense colors that intensified the ache in her head. She bit down hard on her lip and dug her nails into the ground to help herself crawl closer. Once she reached the wire, tears leaked from her eyes and she reached out, grasping onto it as tightly as she could. She gathered her breath and swallowed hard. "Bosco..." she said weakly.
* * *
He thought he heard the radio crackle, but figured it was just his imagination. His mind was playing tricks on him, but he couldn't ignore it. He came to a stop and pulled the radio out of his pocket turning the volume up all the way. The rain was pouring down on his head. "Faith?!"
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. "Yeah..."
"Oh God Faith! Where are you?!"
Faith opened her eyes again and did her best to look around. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice strained. "In an alley somewhere, I don't know."
"Hang on Faith. Stay with me." He swallowed hard. Bosco keyed the other radio he was carrying. "This is 55-Frankie. I've made contact. She's in an alley, but we don't know where," he said with urgency in his voice.
She swallowed hard, pressing her hand to her stomach again in a pathetic attempt to control the bleeding. She cried out as pain spasmed through her body.
"Faith?! Faith, what's wrong?" He started to run again, but he still had no idea where he was going.
It took her a moment before she could answer, her breath catching in her throat. "I shot him, Bosco. I think I hit him in the arm or something," she said weakly, her eyes closing.
"Are you hurt?!" The thought made him sick. Of course she was hurt. "You still have your gun?"
"I don't know." More tears flooded her eyes. "I passed out."
"I'm gonna find you Faith! I swear I'm gonna find you!" he said with conviction. He stopped running again so he could talk to her. Thank God for the wire and ear-piece. "Faith, Faith listen to me. If you can get to your gun...shoot it in the air so we can try and locate you. OK?"
"I don't think that's gonna be a possibility, Bosco," she whispered, her vision growing dimmer.
"Faith!" He could hear it in her voice. She was slipping away. "Come on Faith! Try," he pleaded with her as he took off running.
She tried to focus her attention on breathing and not on the pain. She swallowed hard and turned her head to the side, back to the direction she'd first fallen in. "I don't see it," she said in between ragged breaths.
"OK. OK. Just keep looking," he tried to sound calm, but he wasn't even close. "Faith, where's Franklin? Is he still there?"
Her eyebrows furrowed and she squinted against the rain. "No...he's...he's not...he's not here either." She winced as another pain shot through her and she bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out.
"OK, that's good. That's good. Just hang tight Faith." Bosco keyed his radio relaying the information to Central to be on the lookout for the perp. Taking a deep breath he activated the radio again. "Any units out there find his car? We need to pinpoint her location."
"Bosco, this is 55-Charlie. What's your location?" Davis asked, his voice tense.
Bosco looked around him quickly. "Axton and 93rd."
"We're at Axton and 78th, we'll cover this end!"
"10-4." Bosco began to run again. He had no idea if he was even going in the right direction. "Faith, you still with me?"
"B-barely," she managed to say, her voice weak.
"We're lookin' Faith. I'm gonna find you." The rain was still coming down. He had to find her. She was hurt, and it was cold and wet.
"He drove us...away...away from the bar...I don't know how far," she whispered, tears mingling with the rain.
"OK. OK. Just stay with me. Keep talking to me." He came to another alley, and cautiously made his way to the end of it as he called her name. When he realized the alley was empty he ran back out to the street, and headed for the next alley. Sooner or later they were going to find her. He knew there were other cops canvasing the area, they could be heard talking back and forth on the radio. No one had any luck so far.
Faith closed her eyes, starting to feel the coldness seep into her body, from the rain, and from the loss of blood. She coughed and turned her head to the side as she tasted the coppery tinge in her mouth as well. "Bosco, I'm sorry..." she whispered.
Tears sprang to his eyes, as he heard her whispered words over the radio. He had to find her, and he had to find her soon. "Talk to me Faith. Please," he pleaded. "Central this is 55-Frankie. Make sure EMS in the area."
"It's so cold..."
"Stay strong Faith." His body couldn't carry him any faster. He was exhausted as it was, and now the adrenaline and fear were coursing through his body. His feet pounded on the pavement as he splashed through the puddles on the sidewalk.
She tried to press her hand harder against the wound in her stomach in an attempt to contain the blood loss, but the effort was pretty much futile and she knew it. She was starting to feel light-headed and she shivered violently, causing the white hot pain to rip through her in agonizing waves. I'm not gonna make it, she thought. "I'm scared, Boz," she whispered, her fear and pain overthrowing the urges from her brain to not let him know how badly hurt she was.
He came to an abrupt stop, and leaned against a building as he tried to catch his breath. It was at that time that he heard her words. "I know baby. I am too," he admitted. "But I'm not givin' up. You can't either."
"I'm tr--trying," she said softly, her breaths growing more shallow.
He pressed the button on his radio again. "Does anybody have anything?!" His voice was desperate.
"Negative, 55-Frankie, we haven't seen Franklin, his vehicle, or any sign of Officer Yokas."
"Dammit!" Once again he continued his search of alleys. He felt like he'd been searching forever, but he had no idea how long it had really been.
"Wh--what's happening?" Faith whispered, hearing his curse.
"Don't worry about it Faith. Just talk to me. Tell me a story or somethin'." He stepped over an over turned garbage can as he walked down yet another alley.
She swallowed hard, feeling her body start to grow numb. "I'm too....tired, Boz...." She coughed again, a trickle of blood trailing down her lips.
"We'll sleep later Faith." He kicked an empty box across the alley in frustration. "You still owe me a rematch in football." Bosco was trying to think of something to talk to her about, something to keep her with him. It was hard though. He had to search for her, listen for her and talk to her all at the same time. He really hoped this was gonna help them rather than slow the process of finding her.
She almost laughed, but the sound came out more like a half-sob. "Sore...sore loser," she whispered, closing her eyes.
"Damn straight," he chuckled. "You cheated. I know you paid that little old lady." When he got back out onto the street he saw movement down the street. He hadn't seen anyone up until now.
"You...you wish," she said in between breaths. She swallowed hard and tried to draw more air into her lungs. She heard a slight, quiet scuffling sound on the pavement. Almost like...footsteps. "Bosco...is...is that you?" she whispered, straining to see against the falling rain and darkness.
"You can call me Bosco if you want," he grinned. He held the knife in his left hand. His right arm was hanging at his side, and blood was dripping down it. "You shot me, and you're gonna pay."
Bosco heard the other voice. "Faith?! Is someone there?!"
"Oh, God," she said under her breath. "Oh, God...he's back...Bosco, he's...back."
The person he had seen had disappeared into an alley a few blocks ahead.
Bosco started to sprint. "FAITH! FAITH!"
Franklin looked at her as he heard someone calling. "They lookin' for you or somethin'? Is that them yelling?"
She stared up at him, knowing that if he tried anything there was going to be nothing she could do to defend herself this time. Nothing. She wasn't anywhere near her gun and she was injured far too badly to try and fight him off. She remained silent, her heart racing against her chest. Oh, God, please...
"FAITH?!"
He heard it again. Closer this time. Franklin looked down at Faith. "We aren't through! I'll be back!" He tucked the knife into his jeans, and quickly made his way out of the alley. Looking to his left, and spotting someone coming he took off for the alley on the other side of the street.
Bosco saw the man start to run, and he too picked up his pace. "FAITH?!"
"Bosco...I hear...you." She swallowed hard.
"I'm coming Faith!" He pumped his legs faster, and finally got to the alleyway he had seen the perp fleeing. "Faith?!"
"Here...here," she managed to choke out. "I'm here."
Bosco grabbed his radio. "I need EMS at Axton and 103. 2nd alley in!" He ran down the
alley. "Faith!"
She could hear his footsteps drawing closer, could hear him calling her name. "Bosco..."
"Faith!" He found her slumped over at the end of the alley. "Oh God Faith!" He knelt down beside her, and looked her over. It was dark, but he could still see the blood. "Oh God," he whispered.
"It hurts," she whispered, opening her eyes to see him hovering over her.
His eyes were wide, and he swallowed hard. "I know." He looked around. He had to do something. Quickly he stripped off his jacket, and placed it around her shoulders hoping to provide a little warmth. "I gotta stop the bleeding," he said quietly. Bosco looked around again needing something to hold against the wound. Without hesitation he pulled off his t-shirt and wadded it up. Placing it just over the wound he looked at Faith with sad eyes. "This is gonna hurt," he said softly.
She nodded slightly and closed her eyes, unable to suppress a cry as he put pressure on the wound.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He said quickly as he continued to press on her stomach. "I've gotta stop it."
"Franklin...you have to....go after him," she whispered, grimacing in pain.
Bosco shook his head. "I'm not leaving you. We'll get him later." He picked up his radio with his free hand. "Where the hell is that bus?!" he barked into the device.
Faith coughed and more blood trickled out of her mouth. "They're not gonna...not gonna make it...in time..."
He cringed as he saw the blood come out of her mouth. "Oh God Faith," he whispered. "Please stay with me. You have to stay with me."
She tried to focus her attention on his face but her vision was growing blurrier and darker by the moment. "I love you," she whispered, a spasm of pain wracking her body as tears leaked from her eyes.
Seeing her in so much pain killed him inside. A tear ran down his rain-streaked face. "I love you too." He bent over and kissed her forehead. "Don't leave me," he whispered. "I need you." Bosco sat back on his heels. His right hand still pressing the t-shirt against the stab wound. He could feel the blood seeping through it. With his left hand he took her hand in his. "They'll be here soon Faith."
She felt him slide his fingers through hers and her body began to tremble. Her eyelids were growing heavy and it was getting harder and harder to keep them open. Is this what it feels like to die? she wondered.
"Talk to me Faith. Look at me." His voice came out soft, but he was hysterical and angry that this was happening. I should have gotten here sooner. He could see that she was trembling, and tried to position his jacket over her better to keep some sort of warmth in. But with the cold rain, and the amount of blood she was losing he knew it was a futile effort.
"It's...getting dark..."
There were sirens off in the distance, the slam of a car door, then another. "Bosco, did you find her?" Davis shouted down the alley.
"Yeah! Tell the medics to get their asses down here!" He looked at Faith. More tears running down his face as he watched her close her eyes again. "Damn it Faith fight! Don't you dare leave me!"
"I'm sorry...sorry, Bosco," she managed to whisper, feeling as though she were sinking farther inside of herself somehow. She squeezed his hand briefly and then her body went limp.
"Faith!" He quickly reached up to touch her face. "Faith!" Bosco was still trying to wake her up when someone grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away from Faith. He started to fight the person until he saw two paramedics slide into his place. "Please help her," he whispered.
Davis reached out and held onto Bosco's arm tightly, then swallowed hard as he stared down at Doc and Carlos as they worked on Faith. He wasn't a medic, but he could see that there was blood everywhere. So much blood. He wasn't sure how anyone could survive that much blood loss. His stomach tightened. This was bad.
"Let go of me!" Bosco yelled as he tried to get away from Ty. "She needs me!"
Carlos looked up at Davis. "Bosco you need to let us work," he said sternly. He then looked back down as he started the IV.
"You gotta give 'em room," Davis murmured, feeling sick.
"She's not breathing. We're gonna have to intubate," Doc said quietly, glancing at his partner.
"Shit." Carlos reached into the bag for the proper equipment. Carefully, but quickly he inserted the tube. "I'm in," he announced.
Bosco stopped struggling, and stood still. His body was shaking from the shock, and from the cold. He was standing in the rain in nothing but his jeans and shoes, having shed his jacket to keep Faith warm and his shirt to stop the bleeding. As much as it hurt to watch what was going on he couldn't tear his eyes away from what was in front of him. "Oh God please don't let her die."
"We're doing everything we can," Doc assured him, glancing at him sympathetically for just a second before turning his attention back to Faith. "Okay, let's move."
Davis pulled Bosco out of the way as he watched the paramedics lift her up on the backboard and carry her down the alley toward the bus. He turned his head to look at Sully, who was standing there, a shocked expression on his face, as well. She knew, he thought. He didn't understand it, but she really had known this was going to happen.
Bosco was frozen. Davis had pulled him out of the way, and he had just watched as Faith was carried toward the ambulance. He couldn't move. His chest tightened. It was hard to breathe. Tears once again ran down his face, and he did nothing to try and stop them. He was completely frozen in place.
"Come on, let's go. We'll follow in the squad," Davis said gently, his voice quiet.
"I...I..." he tried to respond, but he couldn't string any words together. He tried to nod, but instead he just stared down the alley.
"Come on, Boz. Come on." Davis gently tugged on Bosco's arm until he began to move.
He swallowed hard as he was basically pulled down the alley. His body was tired. His heart ached. "She can't die," he said in a hushed voice.
"You got the two best paramedics in the city working on her," Davis said softly as he watched the ambulance speed away, sirens blaring.
Bosco wrapped his arms around his stomach as he started to shiver again. He was starting to feel the cold now, and there was something else he could feel too...emptiness.
Title: Stuck in a Moment (26/?)
Authors: NYPDBosco and X_tremeroswellian
Emails: mauriceboscorelli@yahoo.com & faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: These characters are unfortunately not ours. Please don’t sue. The title and song belong to U2 off their, "All That You Can't Leave Behind" cd.
Spoilers: Up through and including “Collateral Damage II.”
Rating: PG-13
Category: Angst/Fluff…hehe. Seeing as there is fluff, and it's shipper stuff don't flame the character of Bosco
Summary: When work and personal obstacles prove to be tough, Faith and Bosco are forced to learn the true meaning of being partners. Will they figure it out in time?
* * *
Stuck in a Moment (Part Twenty-Six)
Bosco rubbed at his eyes in frustration. "Dammit!" He threw his hands up in the air, his fists clinched. "I thought we had him!"
Cruz was equally as pissed. "All we had was that whore's pimp. Son of a bitch."
"Dammit!" He yelled again as he paced back and forth across the sidewalk. "What do we have to do to get this guy?!"
"If I knew the answer that question, we'd already have nailed his ass." She yanked the driver's side door of the RMP open and slid back inside, frustrated.
Bosco leaned his hands on the hood of the car. He was coming off the adrenaline rush. As they had raced toward the guy his spirits soared as he thought they had finally gotten this guy, and Faith would be able to relax. She'd be able to go back to her own life. He slammed his hand down on the hood of the car, and winced at the pain it sent through his broken hand. "Dammit," he mumbled in defeat before walking back around the car. He took a deep breath before getting in next to the sergeant.
Cruz sighed heavily and leaned her head back against the seat, remaining silent.
He leaned forward resting his arms on the dash. He sat in the silence along with Cruz. It was quiet. Too quiet. Something wasn't right. Bosco looked at Cruz. "Am I going deaf?"
"Excuse me?" She turned her head to look at him like he was crazy.
"I don't hear Yokas. Is my hearing shot?"
"She's probably in the bathroom." She shrugged and looked out the window.
"We'd at least hear somethin' though right? I don't hear anything."
Cruz looked down at the radio. "Oh. Guess we forgot to turn it back on." She shrugged again and switched it on, her tone bored.
He ran his hand over his hair. "Damn, for a second I thought my hearing was going." Bosco leaned back in the seat.
"Nope." She laid her head back and closed her eyes, yawning. The only sounds coming from the radio were the faint sounds of music.
Bosco glanced over at the radio. He wasn't sure why he thought looking at it would help him hear any better. The nausea was back. He sighed. I should be used to this feeling by now. Laying his head back he concentrated on the sounds of the radio. Wait. Make that the sound on the radio. "Sarge?"
"What?"
"I don't hear any bar noise."
She lifted her head. "What are you talking about?"
"Whenever Yokas was in the bar and wasn't talking to anyone you could always hear a lot of commotion in the background. But there isn't any now. It's just music." This isn't right.
Cruz frowned slightly. "So then where the hell is the music comin' from?"
Bosco shook his head. "I don't know."
"She's probably just in the back." She laid her head against the seat once more.
"In the back?! What does that mean? In the back? Why would that be any different?"
"Because it's quieter back there." She rolled her eyes.
"We'd still hear somethin'." He shook his head. "Something's wrong. Something's definitely wrong."
"Would you cut out the paranoia. Damn, Boscorelli. You're way too uptight about this."
"I can feel it Sarge. Something's not right."
"Fine. Go check it out for yourself. I'm sure she's fine. She's probably just found a more entertaining way to pass the time." She smirked.
Bosco hopped out of the car, and ran across the street after impatiently waiting for a car to pass. He pulled the door to the bar open, and hurried inside. He scanned the bar for any sign of Faith.
* * *
The first thing she became aware of was that there was a dull, throbbing pain in the back of her skull. She felt like she'd been cracked over the head with a 2X4. She moaned softly, the pain making colors dance in front of her. She felt her stomach turning. Something wasn't right. Where the hell was she? She tried to lift her head, but it hurt too much to do so.
She suddenly realized she was moving. No, not her. It was a steady, fluid motion. She was in a car. Why am I in a car? she wondered, feeling confused.
* * *
Bosco burst into the women's bathroom. "Faith?!" He ignored the stares of the women inside. "Faith?!" She wasn't there. He hurried into the men's room. No luck. He couldn't find her in the bar. She wasn't anywhere. Faith was gone.
He pushed his way through the throng of people on his way out. A quick glance in both directions and he took off across the street. His heart was racing. He leaned his hands against the door, and stuck his head through the window of the RMP. "She's gone!"
Cruz looked at him. "What the hell do you mean she's gone?"
Just then a soft voice over the radio, a quiet murmer. "Bosco..."
His face fell. "Oh God. Faith."
* * *
He reached over the seat, and nudged her with his hand. "You awake yet bitch?" he asked harshly.
Faith moaned from the pain that shot through her head as he nudged her. Oh, God. This is him. She forced herself to keep her eyes open as her gaze searched the car for her purse. Need my gun, she thought, her head spinning.
* * *
Bosco's chest tightened. "Shit."
"Calm down," Cruz said quietly.
"Calm down?! He's got her!"
"No fucking shit," she snapped. "If she's smart she'll give us a location."
"Yeah, if she's in any condition to give us a location. If she even knows where she is."
* * *
She couldn't see her purse anywhere. It was too dark. She felt sick and dizzy as she did the only thing she could think to do right then. She made a grab for the door handle.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!" He stopped the car, and reached back to grab her hand.
Faith reached up with her other hand and raked her nails down his face as she quickly forced the door open and tumbled out onto the ground in a heap, crying out at the pain.
* * *
"What are we gonna do?!" Bosco asked in a panic. "We have no idea where she is."
"Well, we can't really do anything right now, then, can we?"
"So we just sit here?!"
"Give her a minute. It sounds like she's outta the car."
* * *
Faith winced as she grabbed hold of the car door to try and pull herself to her feet. The pounding in her head increased and she had to fight the urge to throw up.
He hopped out of the car. "Fine cop! Looks like I'm just gonna have to kill you here!"
For a second her heart stopped. He knew she was a cop. How? She shoved herself away from the car, trying to move away from him as quickly as the throbbing in head would allow her to move.
He grabbed her arm. "You remember me cop?!" he laughed. "Bet you didn't think you'd see me again!"
"Oh, God," she whispered in shock, her mind flashing back to the day she'd chased him down and arrested. "It was you?"
* * *
"Who Faith?" Bosco asked a loud. Hoping that somehow she could tell them.
* * *
She heard Bosco's voice in her ear and her eyes widened slightly. She had to give him something to go on. "Why? You're the son of a former senator, why would you do this?"
Bosco looked at Cruz. "You hear that?!"
Cruz stared at him in disbelief. "This better not be some sick fucking joke."
"Joke?! You think she'd be fucking joking at a time like this?!"
"Shut up!" she barked, pointing to the radio again as the killer answered Yokas' question.
* * *
"Why? Cause it's fun," he grinned. "And it'll be even more fun killing a cop! Dear old dad always wanted me to be a cop!"
Her instincts took over and she reached her arm back, then swung forward, slamming him in the nose as hard as she could.
He grabbed his nose. "BITCH!"
She kicked his legs out from underneath him and stumbled away in the opposite direction.
"DAMMIT!" He stood up and wiped his bloody nose on his shirt as he took off after her.
* * *
Bosco reached for the handset in the RMP.
"What the hell are you doing?" Cruz reached out and grabbed the radio, staring at him.
His eyes widened. "We know who it is. We need to call Central have them go through the records...get his license plate so we can put out an APB."
"How do you even know he's in his own car?" she demanded, shaking her head. "We don't know where they are!"
"It's better than doin' nothing!"
"Shhh!"
* * *
Faith cried out as she was tackled from behind. She hit the ground hard, her head smacking against the pavement. Tears leaked from her eyes. "Oh, God, please don't do this..."
"Are you wired? I'm sure you are!" He lifted up Faith's shirt in search of the device finding it nestled in the waistband of her skirt. Unceremoniously he ripped it off, and held it up for Faith to see. "Say goodbye to your friends -cop-!"
"Bosco," she whispered, her vision growing blurry. She watched as he tossed it over his shoulder, far out of her reach. "No..."
* * *
"Shit!" Bosco slammed his hand on the dash ignoring the pain. "Call it in!"
"Relax, Boscorelli. We know who it is now." Cruz's voice was calm.
"Yeah, so let's go find the bastard!"
"There's no rush. Sit back and enjoy the show. All our problems are about to go away. FaithYokas is gonna get exactly she deserves," she replied smugly, a smirk on her face as she leaned her head back against the seat.
"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me?! He's got one of -us-! He's got a cop!"
"Do I look like I care? At least this way you don't have to be the one to kill her. He's doin' your job for you."
"If I don't do anything I might as well be killing her!" He tried to grab the handset out of her hand.
"What are you so worried about? You hate her remember?" Cruz replied.
"I don't want this on my conscience!" He took a quick breath. "You want her dead?"
"You just now realized that? What the fuck have we been talking about for weeks?" she demanded, shaking her head.
He stared at her. "You seriously want her killed? You wanna let this guy kill her?"
"The sooner the better," she replied, a twisted smile on her face. "It'll be a real tragedy. Cop dies in the line of duty. It'll look real good for us in the papers. And then you and me, we'll get the collar."
"Fuck you!" He grabbed his radio out of his pocket. He had no idea why he hadn't done that in the first place. "Central this is 55-Frankie..."
"Excuse me? What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Cruz demanded in shock.
Bosco turned his back to her, and quickly rattled off the information he had about Faith's capture, and possible whereabouts. He turned back to her. "What does it look like I was doing?!"
"You -lied- to me?" She stared at him in disbelief.
"You just now realized that?"
"You son of a bitch!"
* * *
Faith tried to shove him off her as he pinned her down with his body weight. She watched with horror as he slowly reached into his jacket and pulled out a long knife. "No, please, don't do this!"
"I love it when you beg." He grinned as he put the knife up to her cheek, and slowly traced her jaw line. "Where do you want me to stab you first?" He brought the knife to her shoulder. "Here?" The knife made it's way to her chest. "Or maybe here?"
"I have two kids." It was a pathetic plea but she had to try and stall him.
"So I should keep your face recognizable for the wake so they could say goodbye," he grinned as he traced around her navel with the tip of the knife.
A tear escaped the corner of her eye. My gun. Her eyes widened slightly as she remembered the extra gun she had strapped to her ankle, hidden inside of her boot. A last ditch effort that she thought might save her life. With all her strength, she reached up and shoved him as hard as she could.
He was caught off balance. None of his victims had ever tried to fight him after he brought out the knife. He should have known better...this one was a cop. He raised the knife as he got onto his knees. "You're gonna wish you hadn't done that!"
Faith sat up quickly, her head still spinning as she reached into her boot and pulled the gun out just as he jolted forward and slammed the knife into her stomach. She screamed in agony as white hot fiery pain ripped through her. She fell backward, managing to lift the gun up just enough to fire off one shot.
* * *
Bosco looked around. "Was that a gunshot?"
"Fuck you. Get out of the car," Cruz said coldly.
He looked around again, and listened for another shot. "This is 55-Frankie! Any units out there hear a gunshot?!"
"55-Charlie, we heard it, too, Frankie," Davis' voice announced.
"She's gotta be close!" Bosco yelled into the radio. He looked over at Cruz, and snatched the radio that had been picking up Faith's wire. He put it in his pocket, and opened the door. "Good luck -sergeant-," he spat as he got out. He keyed his radio.
"Central this is Officer Boscorelli of 55-Frankie. I'll be on foot. Sergeant Cruz is of no assistance."
"You're gonna pay for this, Boscorelli," she warned darkly.
"Rot in hell!" he yelled as he took off across the street. He headed in the direction he thought the shot came from. "Faith?! Faith?!"
* * *
In her state of semi-consciousness, she could hear him screaming her name. He sounded so close, like he was right beside her. And yet when she opened her eyes she found herself alone. Rain was beginning to fall again, dropping down and splashing her in the face, mingling with the blood on her hands as she feebly kept them pressed to her stomach.
The radio. The thought managed to stick in her mind amongst the pain and confusion. He was calling to her on the listening device in her ear.
* * *
Bosco hurried down the street. He had no idea where to look. It was dark, and it was raining. The steady glow of the street lights were the only thing lighting his path. He put his radio to his mouth as he ran. "10-13! We need multiple units to canvas Axton Street! One shot heard!"
As he ran he continued to yell for her. Praying that it was Faith who had fired the shot he heard, and not the killer. "FAITH!"
* * *
She flinched at the way her name sounded, she could hear the fear, the terror in his voice. So close, but so far away. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain.
The wire. I have to get the wire.
Gathering up every bit of energy she had left, she managed to roll herself over onto her right side on the muddy ground, the pain threatening to make her lose consciousness again. She froze for a moment, unable to do anything until the fresh wave of agony subsided a bit. Then she slowly began to drag herself along the ground, her blurry eyes locking on the wire he'd thrown over his shoulder. She had to get to it. She had to.
* * *
Bosco began to panic as he looked down the street. It was long and dark, and he had no idea where she could be. Maybe he had just heard the gunshot over the wire. Maybe she wasn't close. Maybe she was far away, and he wouldn't find her. He shook his head as he continued to run, continued to dart down alleyways trying to find her and continued to yell her name at the top of her lungs. "FAITH!" Please hear me.
* * *
Faith stopped moving for a moment, gasping for breath as the pain wracked her body. Her vision was swimming with colors. Bright, intense colors that intensified the ache in her head. She bit down hard on her lip and dug her nails into the ground to help herself crawl closer. Once she reached the wire, tears leaked from her eyes and she reached out, grasping onto it as tightly as she could. She gathered her breath and swallowed hard. "Bosco..." she said weakly.
* * *
He thought he heard the radio crackle, but figured it was just his imagination. His mind was playing tricks on him, but he couldn't ignore it. He came to a stop and pulled the radio out of his pocket turning the volume up all the way. The rain was pouring down on his head. "Faith?!"
She squeezed her eyes shut tightly. "Yeah..."
"Oh God Faith! Where are you?!"
Faith opened her eyes again and did her best to look around. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice strained. "In an alley somewhere, I don't know."
"Hang on Faith. Stay with me." He swallowed hard. Bosco keyed the other radio he was carrying. "This is 55-Frankie. I've made contact. She's in an alley, but we don't know where," he said with urgency in his voice.
She swallowed hard, pressing her hand to her stomach again in a pathetic attempt to control the bleeding. She cried out as pain spasmed through her body.
"Faith?! Faith, what's wrong?" He started to run again, but he still had no idea where he was going.
It took her a moment before she could answer, her breath catching in her throat. "I shot him, Bosco. I think I hit him in the arm or something," she said weakly, her eyes closing.
"Are you hurt?!" The thought made him sick. Of course she was hurt. "You still have your gun?"
"I don't know." More tears flooded her eyes. "I passed out."
"I'm gonna find you Faith! I swear I'm gonna find you!" he said with conviction. He stopped running again so he could talk to her. Thank God for the wire and ear-piece. "Faith, Faith listen to me. If you can get to your gun...shoot it in the air so we can try and locate you. OK?"
"I don't think that's gonna be a possibility, Bosco," she whispered, her vision growing dimmer.
"Faith!" He could hear it in her voice. She was slipping away. "Come on Faith! Try," he pleaded with her as he took off running.
She tried to focus her attention on breathing and not on the pain. She swallowed hard and turned her head to the side, back to the direction she'd first fallen in. "I don't see it," she said in between ragged breaths.
"OK. OK. Just keep looking," he tried to sound calm, but he wasn't even close. "Faith, where's Franklin? Is he still there?"
Her eyebrows furrowed and she squinted against the rain. "No...he's...he's not...he's not here either." She winced as another pain shot through her and she bit down hard on her lip to keep from crying out.
"OK, that's good. That's good. Just hang tight Faith." Bosco keyed his radio relaying the information to Central to be on the lookout for the perp. Taking a deep breath he activated the radio again. "Any units out there find his car? We need to pinpoint her location."
"Bosco, this is 55-Charlie. What's your location?" Davis asked, his voice tense.
Bosco looked around him quickly. "Axton and 93rd."
"We're at Axton and 78th, we'll cover this end!"
"10-4." Bosco began to run again. He had no idea if he was even going in the right direction. "Faith, you still with me?"
"B-barely," she managed to say, her voice weak.
"We're lookin' Faith. I'm gonna find you." The rain was still coming down. He had to find her. She was hurt, and it was cold and wet.
"He drove us...away...away from the bar...I don't know how far," she whispered, tears mingling with the rain.
"OK. OK. Just stay with me. Keep talking to me." He came to another alley, and cautiously made his way to the end of it as he called her name. When he realized the alley was empty he ran back out to the street, and headed for the next alley. Sooner or later they were going to find her. He knew there were other cops canvasing the area, they could be heard talking back and forth on the radio. No one had any luck so far.
Faith closed her eyes, starting to feel the coldness seep into her body, from the rain, and from the loss of blood. She coughed and turned her head to the side as she tasted the coppery tinge in her mouth as well. "Bosco, I'm sorry..." she whispered.
Tears sprang to his eyes, as he heard her whispered words over the radio. He had to find her, and he had to find her soon. "Talk to me Faith. Please," he pleaded. "Central this is 55-Frankie. Make sure EMS in the area."
"It's so cold..."
"Stay strong Faith." His body couldn't carry him any faster. He was exhausted as it was, and now the adrenaline and fear were coursing through his body. His feet pounded on the pavement as he splashed through the puddles on the sidewalk.
She tried to press her hand harder against the wound in her stomach in an attempt to contain the blood loss, but the effort was pretty much futile and she knew it. She was starting to feel light-headed and she shivered violently, causing the white hot pain to rip through her in agonizing waves. I'm not gonna make it, she thought. "I'm scared, Boz," she whispered, her fear and pain overthrowing the urges from her brain to not let him know how badly hurt she was.
He came to an abrupt stop, and leaned against a building as he tried to catch his breath. It was at that time that he heard her words. "I know baby. I am too," he admitted. "But I'm not givin' up. You can't either."
"I'm tr--trying," she said softly, her breaths growing more shallow.
He pressed the button on his radio again. "Does anybody have anything?!" His voice was desperate.
"Negative, 55-Frankie, we haven't seen Franklin, his vehicle, or any sign of Officer Yokas."
"Dammit!" Once again he continued his search of alleys. He felt like he'd been searching forever, but he had no idea how long it had really been.
"Wh--what's happening?" Faith whispered, hearing his curse.
"Don't worry about it Faith. Just talk to me. Tell me a story or somethin'." He stepped over an over turned garbage can as he walked down yet another alley.
She swallowed hard, feeling her body start to grow numb. "I'm too....tired, Boz...." She coughed again, a trickle of blood trailing down her lips.
"We'll sleep later Faith." He kicked an empty box across the alley in frustration. "You still owe me a rematch in football." Bosco was trying to think of something to talk to her about, something to keep her with him. It was hard though. He had to search for her, listen for her and talk to her all at the same time. He really hoped this was gonna help them rather than slow the process of finding her.
She almost laughed, but the sound came out more like a half-sob. "Sore...sore loser," she whispered, closing her eyes.
"Damn straight," he chuckled. "You cheated. I know you paid that little old lady." When he got back out onto the street he saw movement down the street. He hadn't seen anyone up until now.
"You...you wish," she said in between breaths. She swallowed hard and tried to draw more air into her lungs. She heard a slight, quiet scuffling sound on the pavement. Almost like...footsteps. "Bosco...is...is that you?" she whispered, straining to see against the falling rain and darkness.
"You can call me Bosco if you want," he grinned. He held the knife in his left hand. His right arm was hanging at his side, and blood was dripping down it. "You shot me, and you're gonna pay."
Bosco heard the other voice. "Faith?! Is someone there?!"
"Oh, God," she said under her breath. "Oh, God...he's back...Bosco, he's...back."
The person he had seen had disappeared into an alley a few blocks ahead.
Bosco started to sprint. "FAITH! FAITH!"
Franklin looked at her as he heard someone calling. "They lookin' for you or somethin'? Is that them yelling?"
She stared up at him, knowing that if he tried anything there was going to be nothing she could do to defend herself this time. Nothing. She wasn't anywhere near her gun and she was injured far too badly to try and fight him off. She remained silent, her heart racing against her chest. Oh, God, please...
"FAITH?!"
He heard it again. Closer this time. Franklin looked down at Faith. "We aren't through! I'll be back!" He tucked the knife into his jeans, and quickly made his way out of the alley. Looking to his left, and spotting someone coming he took off for the alley on the other side of the street.
Bosco saw the man start to run, and he too picked up his pace. "FAITH?!"
"Bosco...I hear...you." She swallowed hard.
"I'm coming Faith!" He pumped his legs faster, and finally got to the alleyway he had seen the perp fleeing. "Faith?!"
"Here...here," she managed to choke out. "I'm here."
Bosco grabbed his radio. "I need EMS at Axton and 103. 2nd alley in!" He ran down the
alley. "Faith!"
She could hear his footsteps drawing closer, could hear him calling her name. "Bosco..."
"Faith!" He found her slumped over at the end of the alley. "Oh God Faith!" He knelt down beside her, and looked her over. It was dark, but he could still see the blood. "Oh God," he whispered.
"It hurts," she whispered, opening her eyes to see him hovering over her.
His eyes were wide, and he swallowed hard. "I know." He looked around. He had to do something. Quickly he stripped off his jacket, and placed it around her shoulders hoping to provide a little warmth. "I gotta stop the bleeding," he said quietly. Bosco looked around again needing something to hold against the wound. Without hesitation he pulled off his t-shirt and wadded it up. Placing it just over the wound he looked at Faith with sad eyes. "This is gonna hurt," he said softly.
She nodded slightly and closed her eyes, unable to suppress a cry as he put pressure on the wound.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He said quickly as he continued to press on her stomach. "I've gotta stop it."
"Franklin...you have to....go after him," she whispered, grimacing in pain.
Bosco shook his head. "I'm not leaving you. We'll get him later." He picked up his radio with his free hand. "Where the hell is that bus?!" he barked into the device.
Faith coughed and more blood trickled out of her mouth. "They're not gonna...not gonna make it...in time..."
He cringed as he saw the blood come out of her mouth. "Oh God Faith," he whispered. "Please stay with me. You have to stay with me."
She tried to focus her attention on his face but her vision was growing blurrier and darker by the moment. "I love you," she whispered, a spasm of pain wracking her body as tears leaked from her eyes.
Seeing her in so much pain killed him inside. A tear ran down his rain-streaked face. "I love you too." He bent over and kissed her forehead. "Don't leave me," he whispered. "I need you." Bosco sat back on his heels. His right hand still pressing the t-shirt against the stab wound. He could feel the blood seeping through it. With his left hand he took her hand in his. "They'll be here soon Faith."
She felt him slide his fingers through hers and her body began to tremble. Her eyelids were growing heavy and it was getting harder and harder to keep them open. Is this what it feels like to die? she wondered.
"Talk to me Faith. Look at me." His voice came out soft, but he was hysterical and angry that this was happening. I should have gotten here sooner. He could see that she was trembling, and tried to position his jacket over her better to keep some sort of warmth in. But with the cold rain, and the amount of blood she was losing he knew it was a futile effort.
"It's...getting dark..."
There were sirens off in the distance, the slam of a car door, then another. "Bosco, did you find her?" Davis shouted down the alley.
"Yeah! Tell the medics to get their asses down here!" He looked at Faith. More tears running down his face as he watched her close her eyes again. "Damn it Faith fight! Don't you dare leave me!"
"I'm sorry...sorry, Bosco," she managed to whisper, feeling as though she were sinking farther inside of herself somehow. She squeezed his hand briefly and then her body went limp.
"Faith!" He quickly reached up to touch her face. "Faith!" Bosco was still trying to wake her up when someone grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away from Faith. He started to fight the person until he saw two paramedics slide into his place. "Please help her," he whispered.
Davis reached out and held onto Bosco's arm tightly, then swallowed hard as he stared down at Doc and Carlos as they worked on Faith. He wasn't a medic, but he could see that there was blood everywhere. So much blood. He wasn't sure how anyone could survive that much blood loss. His stomach tightened. This was bad.
"Let go of me!" Bosco yelled as he tried to get away from Ty. "She needs me!"
Carlos looked up at Davis. "Bosco you need to let us work," he said sternly. He then looked back down as he started the IV.
"You gotta give 'em room," Davis murmured, feeling sick.
"She's not breathing. We're gonna have to intubate," Doc said quietly, glancing at his partner.
"Shit." Carlos reached into the bag for the proper equipment. Carefully, but quickly he inserted the tube. "I'm in," he announced.
Bosco stopped struggling, and stood still. His body was shaking from the shock, and from the cold. He was standing in the rain in nothing but his jeans and shoes, having shed his jacket to keep Faith warm and his shirt to stop the bleeding. As much as it hurt to watch what was going on he couldn't tear his eyes away from what was in front of him. "Oh God please don't let her die."
"We're doing everything we can," Doc assured him, glancing at him sympathetically for just a second before turning his attention back to Faith. "Okay, let's move."
Davis pulled Bosco out of the way as he watched the paramedics lift her up on the backboard and carry her down the alley toward the bus. He turned his head to look at Sully, who was standing there, a shocked expression on his face, as well. She knew, he thought. He didn't understand it, but she really had known this was going to happen.
Bosco was frozen. Davis had pulled him out of the way, and he had just watched as Faith was carried toward the ambulance. He couldn't move. His chest tightened. It was hard to breathe. Tears once again ran down his face, and he did nothing to try and stop them. He was completely frozen in place.
"Come on, let's go. We'll follow in the squad," Davis said gently, his voice quiet.
"I...I..." he tried to respond, but he couldn't string any words together. He tried to nod, but instead he just stared down the alley.
"Come on, Boz. Come on." Davis gently tugged on Bosco's arm until he began to move.
He swallowed hard as he was basically pulled down the alley. His body was tired. His heart ached. "She can't die," he said in a hushed voice.
"You got the two best paramedics in the city working on her," Davis said softly as he watched the ambulance speed away, sirens blaring.
Bosco wrapped his arms around his stomach as he started to shiver again. He was starting to feel the cold now, and there was something else he could feel too...emptiness.
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Date: 2003-11-30 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-30 07:59 pm (UTC)You are talented beyond belief and beyond words.
Wow.
You're also making me very, very scared.
Absolutely incredible...and incredibly sad and...*wordless whimpers*
~m&m
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Date: 2003-11-30 08:31 pm (UTC)