Title: No Mercy (9/?)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: X_tremeroswellian@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allen Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I've never met before in my life.
Rating: R for language, violence and content: deals with the issues of rape
Spoilers: Up through and including "Act Brave."
Summary: When one of their own is attacked by a serial rapist, the third watch crew sets out to find him before he strikes again.
Distribution: If you want it, take it. Just let me know the link. Otherwise, its permanent home is at my site, Only Time: www.oocities.org/angel_roswell/onlytime.html.
Category: Story
Subcategories: Angst, angst, angst, drama, angst, friendship and did I mention angst?
Author's Note: This part is kinda short. It's probably the only part that will be this short.
Feedback: I crave it. And it tends to make me write faster.
No Mercy (Part 9)
"Heard you stayed with Yokas yesterday," Jimmy Dohrety said to Doc as he changed into his street clothes after the shift.
"Yep." Doc nodded in confirmation as he sat down on the edge of one of the beds to ties his shoelaces.
"How's she doing?"
The older man looked at him. "Honestly? She seems okay. I don't know if it's just an act she's putting on or not."
"Yeah, it's hard to tell sometimes," Jimmy said quietly, his gaze traveling across the room to where Kim stood, rummaging through her locker.
Doc followed his eyes, then looked at Jimmy again. "She's okay, Jimmy."
He met Doc's gaze, then nodded slightly.
"Hey, Doc, can I catch a ride to my mom's?" Kim asked.
"Sure," he agreed.
She looked at Jimmy for a second, then back at Doc. "Thanks."
Doc stood up. "No problem," he said as he followed her out the door. "See ya."
"See ya," Jimmy echoed, staring after them.
Bosco quietly unlocked the front door to his apartment and walked inside.
Davis and Alex were curled up together on the couch in front of a television they were *not* watching.
He averted his eyes and cleared his throat loudly.
The couple broke apart, startled.
"Oh, hey, Bosco. You're back," Davis said quickly, standing up.
Alex ran a hand through her hair, her cheeks flushed. "We were just...uh..."
He held up his hands. "You know what? I don't need to know."
Davis and Alex exchanged an embarrassed look.
"How's Faith?"
"She went to bed a couple hours ago," Alex told him.
"Thanks for staying," Bosco said.
"It's not a problem. See you at work tomorrow?" Davis asked.
He nodded. "See ya." He watched as they let themselves out the front door. Then he yawned, shook his head and walked back to the bedroom quietly so he didn't wake Faith. He stood in the doorway, allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness before proceeding into the room. He silently opened his closet door and pulled out some clean clothes for after his shower.
"How was work?"
The unexpected sound of her voice startled him. "I thought you were asleep."
She sat up, peering at him in the darkness. "I didn't want them to feel like they had to entertain me."
Bosco moved over and sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. "I've never been so bored in my entire life. Gusler wouldn't shut up the whole damned day. He kept askin' me all these questions about procedures he apparently forgot from the academy. And I didn't think we were ever gonna get all the paperwork done. I swear, if they stick him with me one more day, I'm gonna go nuts."
"Well, I don't think you're gonna have to worry about that after today."
"You know somethin' I don't?" he asked, confused.
"I'm going back to work tomorrow."
"What?" Bosco reached over and flipped on the lamp.
Faith squinted and raised her hand up to shield her eyes from the sudden brightness. "What are you trying to do, Bosco? Blind me?" she complained.
"Sorry." He clicked the light down to the dimmer setting. "Now what do you mean you're coming back to work tomorrow?"
"It's kind of self-explanatory," she answered wryly.
"It's too soon."
"I feel okay."
"The doctor said to wait at least a week," he argued.
"Bosco, it's been six days. Close enough."
"I think it's a bad idea," he said, shaking his head.
"Look, your apartment's nice and everything, and I appreciate you letting me stay here, but I haven't left since I got here and if I have to stay here one more day, I'm gonna jump out the window."
"Faith--"
"It's not your choice, Boz," Faith said quietly, looking away.
Bosco stared at her for a moment. "If the situation was reversed, you'd be upset with me."
"And you'd still do what you wanted to do, regardless," she said sharply. "Just like you *always* do."
He winced. She had him there. "All right. What about a compromise?"
She raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think that word was in your vocabulary."
Bosco ignored the comment. "You come back tomorrow, and we lay low for a few days. Only take the easy calls."
Faith snorted. "If you think about it, I'm not the one who has a problem doing that, Boz," she reminded him with a pointed look.
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "All right. Then it's a deal?"
She nodded. "Deal."