Third Watch/Halloween Fic: Blood Ties (5/7)
Title: Blood Ties (5/7)
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The Third Watch characters belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells. Laurie and Michael belong to John Carpenter. All others belong to me.
Rating: R for violence, language, and sexual content. This one is *not* for the kiddies, folks.
Spoilers: Up through and including everything in the third season of "Third Watch" except the finale, "Blackout." Also, spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection.
Summary: Evil has come to New York City, hellbent on killing one of the officers at the 55th precinct. Will the rest of the Third Watch crew be able to stop the killer in time? Or will they become victims themselves?
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: The idea for this fic came after watching Halloween Resurrection the day it came out in theatres. Sorry to anyone who *liked* the movie. I personally thought it was awful and I felt the need to try and fix it. And what better way to fix something than by throwing the Third Watch characters in the mix? ;) I've never attempted a horror fic before, and I realize the idea of a Halloween/Third Watch crossover is a bit...bizarre, but I decided to take the challenge. So if you like it, or hate it, please let me know.
Dedication: This one is for CCA, my fellow scary movie viewer. :)
Special thanks to Dem and Bree for encouraging me to go through with this story.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Conclusion
Blood Ties (Part Five)
Angel of Mercy parking lot, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
7:46 p.m.
"What are you saying? You're gonna use yourself as bait?" Bosco asked, staring at her with wide eyes.
"If that's what it takes to make sure no more innocent people are killed," Faith answered softly.
"Yeah, and what about you?"
"What about me?"
"You're just as innocent as Kim and Taylor. You didn't ask to be this psycho's sister. It's not like it's your fault, Faith," he pointed out, shaking his head.
"Maybe not. But I'm the one he's after. I can't stand by or go run and hide while he's slaughtering innocent people because he's looking for me." She turned and headed for the squad car.
"No way. Forget it. We're *not* doing this."
She paused in her steps. "You're right. *We're* not."
Bosco stared at her. "What the hell does that mean?"
She turned to face him. "Just what I said. I'm not asking you for your permission or your help. This is my problem. I'll handle it myself." She headed for the car again.
He followed her. "That's not what I meant."
"This is something I have to take care of, all right?"
"But you don't have to do it alone." He reached out and caught her arm.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again and looked at him. "Michael is dangerous, Bosco," she said, her voice soft, pain reflecting in her eyes. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I won't ask you for your help."
Bosco's hand lingered on her arm. "You don't have to ask," he responded quietly. They gazed at each other for a moment. "We've been in a lot of dangerous situations before, Faith."
She shook her head. "Not like this."
"Maybe not, but we're partners." When she started to protest, he cut her off. "And more than that, we're friends." Bosco gazed at her. "We are still friends, right?" he asked hopefully.
She met his eyes and nodded slowly, a small smile on her face. "Yeah. We're still friends."
He managed a small smile of his own, still feeling hurt that friendship was all she wanted from him, but at the same time, feeling relieved that they were still friends at all. "And friends help each other."
"Bosco..." Faith shook her head and looked away.
"Faith, look at me and tell me that if our situations were reversed, you wouldn't try to help me," he challenged.
She looked at him but remained silent.
"Then let me help you. Let me be there for you." He stared at her, waiting. It's not like she really had a choice. He wasn't about to back down.
She finally nodded her agreement.
"All right. So what do we do first?"
"Call someone else in to take Mr. Brown to the station."
"Right." Bosco radioed Central and requested another squad to come and escort their prisoner back to the House. Then he glanced at his watch and grimaced. "We have to go meet Christopher for your command discipline."
She rolled her eyes. "Great. This must be my lucky day." She slid into the driver's seat of 55-David.
"Yours and mine both," he muttered.
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"How is she?" Kim asked anxiously as Dr. Thomas walked over to where she, Doc, Carlos and Jimmy, along with several others from the firehouse sat in the waiting room of the e.r.
"She made it through surgery. She's in recovery now."
"Is she gonna be all right?"
He hesitated. "Right now she's in stable but critical condition. But she's lost a lot of blood. The next few hours are crucial."
Doc rested his hand on Kim's back as tears filled her eyes.
"I'll let you know if there's any change in her condition," Dr. Thomas promised before he turned and walked away.
"She's going to be fine."
They all turned to look at Carlos.
He looked at Kim. "She's a fighter. You know Taylor."
She managed to give him a small smile through her tears, grateful for his words.
"Carlos is right," Doc agreed quietly. "She's going to be okay. We just have to keep the faith."
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Parking Lot at King and Durbin, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
8:11 p.m.
"You're late," Christopher snapped at Faith and Bosco as he stood leaning against the squad car that his driver still sat inside.
"We had to take a prisoner to the hospital," Bosco replied cooly, his eyes narrowed.
"I don't care. I said be here at 8:00. It's 8:11," the sergeant replied, glancing at his watch, irritated. He turned and reached into the squad car through the open passenger window and pulled out a clipboard. "And for being late, I'm writing you up twice," he informed Faith with a smirk on his face.
"You son of a--"
Faith grabbed Bosco's arm without even looking over at him. "Let it go," she said, her voice quiet, her eyes on Christopher. "Do whatever you want." Not like it matters, she added silently. I probably won't be alive to face the consequences after tonight anyway.
Sergeant Christopher raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "I always do. That's why I'm the sergeant." He handed her the clipboard and a pen.
She didn't even bother to read over the paperwork; she simply signed her signature on the bottom and handed it back to him. "Are we done here?" she asked tensely.
He smirked again. "You have a hot date?"
Bosco glared at him.
"No. Unlike some people, I have a job to do," she replied calmly, folding her arms across her chest.
Christopher scowled. "Watch it, *Officer* Yokas. Or you'll have a lot more to worry about than a command discipline for being late."
"I already do, but thanks for the warning." Without another word, Faith turned and walked back toward her and Bosco's squad car.
"Park your unit on Division and finish your shift on foot patrol," he called after her.
Bosco gave him another dirty look and then followed his partner back to their car.
Christopher watched them drive away and turned to look into the car at his driver, Officer Watson. "I just love needling those two," he said with a grin.
Watson forced a smile, then his gaze shifted past Christopher and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth to speak, to call out a warning, but no sound came out as the sergeant was suddenly slammed up against the side of the car from behind him.
Sergeant Christopher cried out as the blade tore through his abdomen, the point of it protruding through his stomach as it entered his back. He felt himself being lifted into the air and his last sight was of Watson, climbing out of the driver's side with his gun drawn. Then his attacker dropped him to the ground and everything grew dark.
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921 East Division Street, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
9:22 p.m.
Faith shivered against the cool autumn wind as it swept a flurry of dead leaves by her as she walked next to Bosco. She glanced around, looking behind her frequently, just in case.
"So how are we going to find him?"
"What?"
Bosco frowned and looked at her. "What's the plan? How do we track him down?"
She hesitated. "I don't know."
They walked along in silence for awhile, listening to the sounds of children yelling 'trick or treat' as they ran between apartment buildings.
"You know, I just realized...we both have brothers named Michael," Bosco said suddenly.
She chuckled. "Yeah. Yours is a drug dealer and mine's a psychopathic serial killer," she said, making an attempt at humor that fell flat even for her. Tears suddenly rushed to her eyes and she fell silent again.
He reached out, put a hand on her arm, and stopped her from walking. "Hey."
Faith couldn't look at him.
"Faith..." Bosco reached up and touched her face gently, tilting her chin up so she was forced to look at him. "Listen to me. This is not your fault, all right?"
"In my mind, I know that. I do. But...I can't help feeling how I feel. Taylor might not make it because of *my* brother. He's killed so many people, Bosco...so many innocent people." She shook her head as a tear rolled down her cheek and she looked away.
"If Mikey went out and killed some guy for drug money, would you blame me?"
"What?"
"If my brother shot someone for drugs and the guy died, would that be my fault?"
"Of course not."
"Exactly."
She turned her head to look at him again. Their gazes locked and they stared at each other for a long moment.
Bosco's eyes dropped to her lips and he moved toward her, his hand rising to her face again as he cupped her cheek.
Faith's eyes drifted shut as his lips brushed againsts her very lightly. His other arm slid around her as he pulled her closer to deepen the kiss.
The shrill ringing of her cellular phone caused both of them to jump, and they quickly jerked apart.
She blinked rapidly as she reached down onto her gun belt where her phone was hooked. It rang once more before she picked it up and pressed it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Faith?"
"Yeah?" She glanced at Bosco, a slight frown on her face.
"It's Laurie."
"Are you okay?"
"The picture on your mantel...the one of the boy and the girl...who are they?"
She could hear the urgency in her sister's voice and instantly the photo flashed into her mind. The picture of her kids, the one that had been taken two years ago at Christmas time that had been the first thing she'd unpacked when she'd moved into her new apartment and set on the mantel for everyone to see. "My kids...why?"
"Make sure they're safe!"
"What?" Fear clutched at Faith's heart. "Why wouldn't they be? Do you think he'd go after them?"
"Yes, he would, if he knew you had kids."
Her gaze locked on Bosco's face, her mouth open in horror. She hung up the phone and immediately dialed Fred's phone number.
"Faith, what's wrong?" Bosco asked worriedly.
She didn't answer him as she waited for the call to go through. The tone buzzed. "Damn it! The line's busy!" Her eyes filled with tears again and she hung up the phone. "Take the car and go to Fred's!"
"What?"
"Bosco, please. I need you to go make sure my kids are safe," Faith said urgently.
"What about you?"
"If I go with you, he might follow. Just go, please. I'll be okay."
Bosco stared at her. "Faith..."
"Bosco, please, just go! Make sure my kids are okay!"
"Okay, okay. I'll go. I'll call you when I get there," he promised.
"Thank you."
He nodded and turned around, running toward the squad car.
Faith stared after him as he took off. She stood in the middle of the empty sidewalk alone, praying to God that her kids were okay. Then she looked around the dark street, but saw nothing but buildings and shadows. "All right, brother. Now's your chance. Here I am," she whispered.
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Parking Lot at King and Durbin, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
9:25 p.m.
"First Taylor and now this. Who the hell would do something like this?" Carlos demanded as he stood beside his partner after announcing to the officers on the scene that Sergeant Christopher and Officer Watson were both dead.
Doc shook his head, but remained silent.
Davis looked at them both, then at Sully. "Do you think it's the same guy?" he asked, his voice quiet.
"Looks that way to me," Sully replied, feeling sick as he glanced over the scene where the detectives milled around and investigated.
"So what you're saying is that there's some doped up serial killer on the loose attacking city workers?" Carlos asked nervously, looking around.
Sully looked at him but didn't respond.
"Son of a bitch," the young paramedic muttered, shaking his head.
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Laurie hid in the alley across the street from the parking lot where her brother's latest victims lay dead. She stifled a sob, covering her mouth with one hand, feeling the icy tendrils of despair threatening to claim her. She remembered everything about that first night so clearly...remembered the way Annie's head had been tilted to one side, her eyes wide open and staring blankly up at the ceiling of the Wallace's bedroom as she laid dead on the bed.
She closed her eyes against the image, but more replaced it. Her fiancee' Will's body dropping to the floor of her apartment after Michael had stabbed him, the fear in her son's eyes as he and his girlfriend tried to escape her brother...so many images of fear and death. She swallowed hard, then opened her eyes again, shoving away the despair and replacing it with determination. She would find him. She would find him and put an end to his reign of terror.
This was the last Halloween that Michael Myers would ever kill another human being.
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Apartment of Fred Yokas, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
9:45 p.m.
Bosco pounded on the door to Fred's apartment loudly, not caring if his neighbors had already gone to bed and were disturbed by the noise. The only thing that mattered to him was making sure that Emily and Charlie were safe, then getting back to Faith to make sure she *stayed* safe. When no one answered the door immediately, he pounded again, louder this time, feeling his heart start to pound a little harder in his chest.
A second later, the door opened, and Fred Yokas stood before him, a scowl on his face. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Bosco pushed past him and walked inside the apartment. "Where are the kids?" he demanded, glancing around.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Fred asked, glaring at him.
"God dammit, Fred, where the hell are Emily and Charlie?"
"Charlie's in bed, Emily's at a school Halloween party...what the hell is your problem?"
"Get Charlie up and get him dressed. We have to go pick up Emily right now," he commanded.
"What? What are you talking about? Did something happen to Faith?" Fred demanded, annoyed.
"Not yet. Get Charlie up and get him dressed, we have to go get Em," Bosco repeated.
Fred scowled. "You're going to tell me what this is about or I'm going to call the police and report you for trespassing!"
"They may be in danger!"
He stared at Bosco. "What?"
"Emily and Charlie may be in danger. Just go get Charlie and I'll explain on the way to Em's school."
"I'm warning you, Bosco, if this is your idea of some kind of sick revenge for what happened with me and Faith, I swear to God..."
"Shut the hell up and go get your son right now!"
Fred turned and retreated down the hallway, returning a few moments later with a groggy Charlie walking beside him, his eyes only half-open.
"Hi, Uncle B...what are you doing here?" Charlie asked in confusion, wiping the sleep out of his eyes.
"Hey, kiddo. We're gonna go get your big sister from her party and then you guys are going to take a little trip, okay?"
Charlie looked up at his dad, confused.
"What are you talking about now?" Fred demanded.
"I'll explain on the way. Come on, we have to go now." He headed for the door, his hand resting lightly on his gun holster.
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Rochester Avenue, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
10:02 p.m.
Laurie walked down the street, clutching her purse tightly to her body. She glanced over her shoulder, then faced foward and kept walking in the direction she was going. "Come on, where are you?" she whispered, her eyes narrowed and her jaw set.
As if he had some supernatural hearing ability, her brother stepped out of an alley a few yards ahead of her. He stopped and stared at her, his head tilting to one side.
She swallowed hard, fear instantly surging through her. She did her best to shove it away. This is it, she told herself. This ends right here, right now. She stared back at him, her heart racing in her chest. "Here I am, Michael," she said loudly, her voice wavering only slightly. "You want to kill me? Then come and get me!"
Author: X_tremeroswellian
Email: faithboscorelli1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: The Third Watch characters belong to Edward Allen Bernero and John Wells. Laurie and Michael belong to John Carpenter. All others belong to me.
Rating: R for violence, language, and sexual content. This one is *not* for the kiddies, folks.
Spoilers: Up through and including everything in the third season of "Third Watch" except the finale, "Blackout." Also, spoilers for the movies Halloween, Halloween II, Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection.
Summary: Evil has come to New York City, hellbent on killing one of the officers at the 55th precinct. Will the rest of the Third Watch crew be able to stop the killer in time? Or will they become victims themselves?
Distribution: My site Only Time, fanfiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
Category: Story
Subcategories: Horror, angst, romance
Feedback: Is really appreciated.
Author's Note: The idea for this fic came after watching Halloween Resurrection the day it came out in theatres. Sorry to anyone who *liked* the movie. I personally thought it was awful and I felt the need to try and fix it. And what better way to fix something than by throwing the Third Watch characters in the mix? ;) I've never attempted a horror fic before, and I realize the idea of a Halloween/Third Watch crossover is a bit...bizarre, but I decided to take the challenge. So if you like it, or hate it, please let me know.
Dedication: This one is for CCA, my fellow scary movie viewer. :)
Special thanks to Dem and Bree for encouraging me to go through with this story.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Conclusion
Blood Ties (Part Five)
Angel of Mercy parking lot, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
7:46 p.m.
"What are you saying? You're gonna use yourself as bait?" Bosco asked, staring at her with wide eyes.
"If that's what it takes to make sure no more innocent people are killed," Faith answered softly.
"Yeah, and what about you?"
"What about me?"
"You're just as innocent as Kim and Taylor. You didn't ask to be this psycho's sister. It's not like it's your fault, Faith," he pointed out, shaking his head.
"Maybe not. But I'm the one he's after. I can't stand by or go run and hide while he's slaughtering innocent people because he's looking for me." She turned and headed for the squad car.
"No way. Forget it. We're *not* doing this."
She paused in her steps. "You're right. *We're* not."
Bosco stared at her. "What the hell does that mean?"
She turned to face him. "Just what I said. I'm not asking you for your permission or your help. This is my problem. I'll handle it myself." She headed for the car again.
He followed her. "That's not what I meant."
"This is something I have to take care of, all right?"
"But you don't have to do it alone." He reached out and caught her arm.
She closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them again and looked at him. "Michael is dangerous, Bosco," she said, her voice soft, pain reflecting in her eyes. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I won't ask you for your help."
Bosco's hand lingered on her arm. "You don't have to ask," he responded quietly. They gazed at each other for a moment. "We've been in a lot of dangerous situations before, Faith."
She shook her head. "Not like this."
"Maybe not, but we're partners." When she started to protest, he cut her off. "And more than that, we're friends." Bosco gazed at her. "We are still friends, right?" he asked hopefully.
She met his eyes and nodded slowly, a small smile on her face. "Yeah. We're still friends."
He managed a small smile of his own, still feeling hurt that friendship was all she wanted from him, but at the same time, feeling relieved that they were still friends at all. "And friends help each other."
"Bosco..." Faith shook her head and looked away.
"Faith, look at me and tell me that if our situations were reversed, you wouldn't try to help me," he challenged.
She looked at him but remained silent.
"Then let me help you. Let me be there for you." He stared at her, waiting. It's not like she really had a choice. He wasn't about to back down.
She finally nodded her agreement.
"All right. So what do we do first?"
"Call someone else in to take Mr. Brown to the station."
"Right." Bosco radioed Central and requested another squad to come and escort their prisoner back to the House. Then he glanced at his watch and grimaced. "We have to go meet Christopher for your command discipline."
She rolled her eyes. "Great. This must be my lucky day." She slid into the driver's seat of 55-David.
"Yours and mine both," he muttered.
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"How is she?" Kim asked anxiously as Dr. Thomas walked over to where she, Doc, Carlos and Jimmy, along with several others from the firehouse sat in the waiting room of the e.r.
"She made it through surgery. She's in recovery now."
"Is she gonna be all right?"
He hesitated. "Right now she's in stable but critical condition. But she's lost a lot of blood. The next few hours are crucial."
Doc rested his hand on Kim's back as tears filled her eyes.
"I'll let you know if there's any change in her condition," Dr. Thomas promised before he turned and walked away.
"She's going to be fine."
They all turned to look at Carlos.
He looked at Kim. "She's a fighter. You know Taylor."
She managed to give him a small smile through her tears, grateful for his words.
"Carlos is right," Doc agreed quietly. "She's going to be okay. We just have to keep the faith."
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Parking Lot at King and Durbin, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
8:11 p.m.
"You're late," Christopher snapped at Faith and Bosco as he stood leaning against the squad car that his driver still sat inside.
"We had to take a prisoner to the hospital," Bosco replied cooly, his eyes narrowed.
"I don't care. I said be here at 8:00. It's 8:11," the sergeant replied, glancing at his watch, irritated. He turned and reached into the squad car through the open passenger window and pulled out a clipboard. "And for being late, I'm writing you up twice," he informed Faith with a smirk on his face.
"You son of a--"
Faith grabbed Bosco's arm without even looking over at him. "Let it go," she said, her voice quiet, her eyes on Christopher. "Do whatever you want." Not like it matters, she added silently. I probably won't be alive to face the consequences after tonight anyway.
Sergeant Christopher raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "I always do. That's why I'm the sergeant." He handed her the clipboard and a pen.
She didn't even bother to read over the paperwork; she simply signed her signature on the bottom and handed it back to him. "Are we done here?" she asked tensely.
He smirked again. "You have a hot date?"
Bosco glared at him.
"No. Unlike some people, I have a job to do," she replied calmly, folding her arms across her chest.
Christopher scowled. "Watch it, *Officer* Yokas. Or you'll have a lot more to worry about than a command discipline for being late."
"I already do, but thanks for the warning." Without another word, Faith turned and walked back toward her and Bosco's squad car.
"Park your unit on Division and finish your shift on foot patrol," he called after her.
Bosco gave him another dirty look and then followed his partner back to their car.
Christopher watched them drive away and turned to look into the car at his driver, Officer Watson. "I just love needling those two," he said with a grin.
Watson forced a smile, then his gaze shifted past Christopher and his eyes widened. He opened his mouth to speak, to call out a warning, but no sound came out as the sergeant was suddenly slammed up against the side of the car from behind him.
Sergeant Christopher cried out as the blade tore through his abdomen, the point of it protruding through his stomach as it entered his back. He felt himself being lifted into the air and his last sight was of Watson, climbing out of the driver's side with his gun drawn. Then his attacker dropped him to the ground and everything grew dark.
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921 East Division Street, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
9:22 p.m.
Faith shivered against the cool autumn wind as it swept a flurry of dead leaves by her as she walked next to Bosco. She glanced around, looking behind her frequently, just in case.
"So how are we going to find him?"
"What?"
Bosco frowned and looked at her. "What's the plan? How do we track him down?"
She hesitated. "I don't know."
They walked along in silence for awhile, listening to the sounds of children yelling 'trick or treat' as they ran between apartment buildings.
"You know, I just realized...we both have brothers named Michael," Bosco said suddenly.
She chuckled. "Yeah. Yours is a drug dealer and mine's a psychopathic serial killer," she said, making an attempt at humor that fell flat even for her. Tears suddenly rushed to her eyes and she fell silent again.
He reached out, put a hand on her arm, and stopped her from walking. "Hey."
Faith couldn't look at him.
"Faith..." Bosco reached up and touched her face gently, tilting her chin up so she was forced to look at him. "Listen to me. This is not your fault, all right?"
"In my mind, I know that. I do. But...I can't help feeling how I feel. Taylor might not make it because of *my* brother. He's killed so many people, Bosco...so many innocent people." She shook her head as a tear rolled down her cheek and she looked away.
"If Mikey went out and killed some guy for drug money, would you blame me?"
"What?"
"If my brother shot someone for drugs and the guy died, would that be my fault?"
"Of course not."
"Exactly."
She turned her head to look at him again. Their gazes locked and they stared at each other for a long moment.
Bosco's eyes dropped to her lips and he moved toward her, his hand rising to her face again as he cupped her cheek.
Faith's eyes drifted shut as his lips brushed againsts her very lightly. His other arm slid around her as he pulled her closer to deepen the kiss.
The shrill ringing of her cellular phone caused both of them to jump, and they quickly jerked apart.
She blinked rapidly as she reached down onto her gun belt where her phone was hooked. It rang once more before she picked it up and pressed it to her ear. "Hello?"
"Faith?"
"Yeah?" She glanced at Bosco, a slight frown on her face.
"It's Laurie."
"Are you okay?"
"The picture on your mantel...the one of the boy and the girl...who are they?"
She could hear the urgency in her sister's voice and instantly the photo flashed into her mind. The picture of her kids, the one that had been taken two years ago at Christmas time that had been the first thing she'd unpacked when she'd moved into her new apartment and set on the mantel for everyone to see. "My kids...why?"
"Make sure they're safe!"
"What?" Fear clutched at Faith's heart. "Why wouldn't they be? Do you think he'd go after them?"
"Yes, he would, if he knew you had kids."
Her gaze locked on Bosco's face, her mouth open in horror. She hung up the phone and immediately dialed Fred's phone number.
"Faith, what's wrong?" Bosco asked worriedly.
She didn't answer him as she waited for the call to go through. The tone buzzed. "Damn it! The line's busy!" Her eyes filled with tears again and she hung up the phone. "Take the car and go to Fred's!"
"What?"
"Bosco, please. I need you to go make sure my kids are safe," Faith said urgently.
"What about you?"
"If I go with you, he might follow. Just go, please. I'll be okay."
Bosco stared at her. "Faith..."
"Bosco, please, just go! Make sure my kids are okay!"
"Okay, okay. I'll go. I'll call you when I get there," he promised.
"Thank you."
He nodded and turned around, running toward the squad car.
Faith stared after him as he took off. She stood in the middle of the empty sidewalk alone, praying to God that her kids were okay. Then she looked around the dark street, but saw nothing but buildings and shadows. "All right, brother. Now's your chance. Here I am," she whispered.
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Parking Lot at King and Durbin, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
9:25 p.m.
"First Taylor and now this. Who the hell would do something like this?" Carlos demanded as he stood beside his partner after announcing to the officers on the scene that Sergeant Christopher and Officer Watson were both dead.
Doc shook his head, but remained silent.
Davis looked at them both, then at Sully. "Do you think it's the same guy?" he asked, his voice quiet.
"Looks that way to me," Sully replied, feeling sick as he glanced over the scene where the detectives milled around and investigated.
"So what you're saying is that there's some doped up serial killer on the loose attacking city workers?" Carlos asked nervously, looking around.
Sully looked at him but didn't respond.
"Son of a bitch," the young paramedic muttered, shaking his head.
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Laurie hid in the alley across the street from the parking lot where her brother's latest victims lay dead. She stifled a sob, covering her mouth with one hand, feeling the icy tendrils of despair threatening to claim her. She remembered everything about that first night so clearly...remembered the way Annie's head had been tilted to one side, her eyes wide open and staring blankly up at the ceiling of the Wallace's bedroom as she laid dead on the bed.
She closed her eyes against the image, but more replaced it. Her fiancee' Will's body dropping to the floor of her apartment after Michael had stabbed him, the fear in her son's eyes as he and his girlfriend tried to escape her brother...so many images of fear and death. She swallowed hard, then opened her eyes again, shoving away the despair and replacing it with determination. She would find him. She would find him and put an end to his reign of terror.
This was the last Halloween that Michael Myers would ever kill another human being.
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Apartment of Fred Yokas, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
9:45 p.m.
Bosco pounded on the door to Fred's apartment loudly, not caring if his neighbors had already gone to bed and were disturbed by the noise. The only thing that mattered to him was making sure that Emily and Charlie were safe, then getting back to Faith to make sure she *stayed* safe. When no one answered the door immediately, he pounded again, louder this time, feeling his heart start to pound a little harder in his chest.
A second later, the door opened, and Fred Yokas stood before him, a scowl on his face. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Bosco pushed past him and walked inside the apartment. "Where are the kids?" he demanded, glancing around.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Fred asked, glaring at him.
"God dammit, Fred, where the hell are Emily and Charlie?"
"Charlie's in bed, Emily's at a school Halloween party...what the hell is your problem?"
"Get Charlie up and get him dressed. We have to go pick up Emily right now," he commanded.
"What? What are you talking about? Did something happen to Faith?" Fred demanded, annoyed.
"Not yet. Get Charlie up and get him dressed, we have to go get Em," Bosco repeated.
Fred scowled. "You're going to tell me what this is about or I'm going to call the police and report you for trespassing!"
"They may be in danger!"
He stared at Bosco. "What?"
"Emily and Charlie may be in danger. Just go get Charlie and I'll explain on the way to Em's school."
"I'm warning you, Bosco, if this is your idea of some kind of sick revenge for what happened with me and Faith, I swear to God..."
"Shut the hell up and go get your son right now!"
Fred turned and retreated down the hallway, returning a few moments later with a groggy Charlie walking beside him, his eyes only half-open.
"Hi, Uncle B...what are you doing here?" Charlie asked in confusion, wiping the sleep out of his eyes.
"Hey, kiddo. We're gonna go get your big sister from her party and then you guys are going to take a little trip, okay?"
Charlie looked up at his dad, confused.
"What are you talking about now?" Fred demanded.
"I'll explain on the way. Come on, we have to go now." He headed for the door, his hand resting lightly on his gun holster.
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Rochester Avenue, New York City
October 31st, 2004--Halloween
10:02 p.m.
Laurie walked down the street, clutching her purse tightly to her body. She glanced over her shoulder, then faced foward and kept walking in the direction she was going. "Come on, where are you?" she whispered, her eyes narrowed and her jaw set.
As if he had some supernatural hearing ability, her brother stepped out of an alley a few yards ahead of her. He stopped and stared at her, his head tilting to one side.
She swallowed hard, fear instantly surging through her. She did her best to shove it away. This is it, she told herself. This ends right here, right now. She stared back at him, her heart racing in her chest. "Here I am, Michael," she said loudly, her voice wavering only slightly. "You want to kill me? Then come and get me!"