| 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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