| Talk to Me Part 1 **** My take on what might happen now that Faith and the Lieutenant are going to find someone for Bosco to �talk� to. Remember this is the land of make-believe. Hope you enjoy this. More will be posted soon. Oh, and I don�t know the Lieutenant�s name, so I just keep calling him the Lieutenant. **** �You�re not yourself.� �Yeah? Who am I?� **** �Boscorelli!� Bosco looked up from his paperwork to see the Lieutenant standing in the doorway. �Yeah.� �You�re wanted across the hall.� Bosco glanced over at Faith as he got up. She just shrugged. There was a woman in a business suit sitting behind the desk in the room. Bosco had no clue who she was. The Lieutenant came in, and closed the door behind him. �Officer Boscorelli this is Dr. Miller.� �Doctor?� �Yes. I�m a psychologist.� Bosco quickly turned to face his superior officer. �A shrink?� The Lieutenant nodded. �I don�t need a shrink!� �Boscorelli after everything that happened with Hobart I think you need to talk to someone. Plus I know you�ve skipped right over the 9-11 counseling.� �I don�t need a shrink! I�m fine! Ask Faith. She�ll tell you.� The Lieutenant just shook his head. �I�ll be outside. Oh, and Boscorelli, this session isn�t over until Dr. Miller says it is. No use fighting it. You leave this room before she says it�s OK, and we�ll march your ass right back in here.� The door closed, and Bosco paced around the room; some of his old fire returning. **** �So how�d he take it?� Asked Faith as she met the Lieutenant in the hallway. �Well he�s not a happy camper, but some of his flare is starting to come back.� �He�s going to hate me,� Faith said as she looked past the Lieutenant into the room Bosco was now in. She saw her partner pacing furiously across the room. �You did the right thing Faith?� �Yeah? Then why do I feel so bad?" **** �So doc, how long is this going to take? Crime doesn�t stop you know, and I have work to do.� �Well Maurice. That all depends on you.� He stopped dead in his tracks. �Don�t call me Maurice!� �Alright. What should I call you?� �My friends call me Bosco.� �OK Bosco�� �But you can call me Officer Boscorelli.� He was doing his best to make her angry. Hoping that if she got mad she would call this whole thing off. Bosco took a seat in the chair on the other side of the desk. He crossed his arms, and put his feet on the corner of the desk. This still didn�t faze Dr. Miller. �So where would you like to start?� she asked. He took his feet off the desk, and leaned forward. �I don�t want to start. I already told you I don�t need a shrink.� �Denial is the first sign that there is a problem.� �Cut the crap. I�m outta here.� He got up, and headed for the door. �Officer Boscorelli have you already forgotten what your Lieutenant said? You might as well stay put because this session isn�t over. Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way.� He crossed his arms. �I�m listening.� �You can either sit down and answer my questions. Or you can sit down and tell me what is bothering you. It�s up to you.� �Which way is going to get me outta here faster?� �Like I said before it all depends on you.� Bosco hated how calm she was. It was driving him crazy. He was dying to tell someone how he felt, but not some stranger-some shrink who was going to analyze everything he said. He needed someone he could confide in. Someone he could trust. Someone who wouldn�t judge him or say stupid stuff like �I understand� or �I know how you feel.� Because no one could understand this. He didn�t even understand it. But who could he turn to? It wasn�t like he had a family member he could talk to. Or a girlfriend. Or a buddy. Hell it was his buddy Hobart who got him into this. Damn you Glen! He could talk to Faith, but she has some hefty issues of her own; she didn�t need to hear about his. Besides he didn�t want her sympathy or pity. Bosco knew there was only one way out of this room. �Let the games begin,� he thought. �So where should I start? Maybe with my dad beating up my mom when I was young!� He was angry, and was yelling at the woman. �And how my dad used to trick me into letting him in the house and then he�d go beat her up again. Or is that too far in the past? How about when my partner told me she has cancer! Or when I arrested my kid brother for selling drugs! Or should we talk about all the guys I knew who never made it out of the World Trade Center! Or should we just skip to the part where my buddy Glen used me as a pawn in his little game of suicide!� He stopped. �Hmm? Do you wanna pick one or should I? Which sounds more interesting to you?� Dr. Miller sat there-shocked. She�d been at this for years, but never had a case quite like this one. This man was so angry. She herself wasn�t sure where to begin. Before she could say anything Bosco gave a half-hearted laugh. �You thought this was going to be a piece of cake didn�t you? You came in here knowing I watched a friend die. Knowing he was shot because he was holding me at gunpoint. But you weren�t expecting all the other stuff. Were you? Well you know what? I think this session is over!� Bosco stormed out of the door. Both Faith and the Lieutenant saw Bosco bolt out of the room at full speed. �Boscorelli! Boscorelli get back here!� �It�s OK. We�re done for the day,� came the soft voice of Dr. Miller. Faith looked from the Lieutenant to Dr. Miller then hustled to catch up with her partner. |
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