Updated: 09-30-03. Did I really let it go that long? My god. I feel awful that I allowed that to happen. I guess I really haven't been able to write a whole lot of FanFic like I use to. Well, the last review I got woke up my muse some how, so thank you;) owe it to you! But its time I finish this story once in for ALL! So thank you to all those who been patiently awaiting, even you probably don't even care anymore, I wouldn't blame you.

I will say this, this story was not looked at by a beta reader, so if there bad grammar I am REALLY SORRY. I tried my best to find them all, so if you have to, lol, ignore it!

Boscogirl THANK YOU ;) you're the best gal!

I can tell you this much, if you read this. Its probably not what your expecting in a chapter, and its probably not going to live up to your expectations, and probably was rushed so I'm sorry but I guess its to have something then nothing at all. Thanks again guys, and here you go.

Chapter 11 – Just Another Day In NYC

Lightening streaked across the sky leaving a rip in the sky as though God himself was taking his fingernail and opening the sky for everybody to look into heaven. As the rain began to fall, the citizens of New York City quickly took to shelter. Storms now frightening the once proud and stubborn people, then again, who could blame them? They weren't the same after the Tornado had hit them, they knew now that Mother Nature if chosen to be, could be a deadly adversary to mess with.

Before, people would be walking with umbrellas smashing into others and they just deal with the rain, just like with everything else they had to deal with, rude people, crimes, noise, but as the new thunderstorm rolled in, the city became unusually quiet.

Kim was sitting up in bed, her eyes would wonder over to the window and back to the notes on her bed, she couldn't sleep, not with the storm going on outside, which she involuntarily shivered. Another hour would go by and she soon find her eyelids were getting heavier and harder to keep open, till a soft knock came to her door. She looked to it and saw Joey standing there, almost in a frantic state, his eyes were wide, hair shooting every other way, and he looked almost like he had been sweating. Bad dream came to her mind almost immediately after taking in his experience.

"Joey..." But before she could even ask what was wrong, her child did a running leap and was up on the bed and into her arms and burying his chest into her hair as she held on to him.

After convincing him everything was okay, that he was safe and sound she was able to peal him away so she could look at him face to face.

"Nightmare?"

He just nodded his head and was trying to grab onto her again to presume the same position that he was coaxed out of, but she kept him in place, knowing it was better he told her then to let it be bottled up inside of him.

"What was the dream about honey?"

At first he looked like he was going to be reluctant to tell her but as his eyes cast down as though he himself was embarrassed he mumbled softly under his breath. "The storm ate Daddy." Breathing in deeply he also added onto that, "I tried hard to keep hold, but the eyes, it just looked at me and then he was gone."

As a mother you don't want your child to experience being terrified, being scared of losing a parent. But all children fear of being abandoned and maybe some where inside Joey's mind that he didn't know subconsciously existed that he was terrified that he wasn't with his parents when the twister had hit New York and he had come close to loosing one of them.

"Joey, it was just a bad dream, and no nasty storm is going to make us let go of you."

Looking into Joey's eyes, she could tell that her words took immediate effect for his eyes seem to smile at that thought, that his parents would take on the world for him if they needed to. He ended up convincing her to let him sleep in her room for the night, and as mother and son fell asleep the storm tried to rage on but in the Zambrano house all was quiet and peaceful.

Fred Yokas was sitting on the coach watching ESPN, on the latest college football scores, booing if a team he didn't like some how won or doing a slight 'yeah" to himself if a team he wanted to win, had. While he watched, Charlie had his head practical stuck in a book, and Emily was sitting doing her homework.

That is the scene Faith came home to, walking in. She said hello, kissing Fred then walking over and doing the same to Charlie and Emily. Late hours had been bestowed upon Faith after what had happen, the city was trying to get back on its feet but with power out to some area's and buildings not operational that gave the cops a lot of work to do, thus making her late, once again. She came to stand over Charlie looking down at his book, resting her chin as she asked him what he was reading.

"Twisters." Faith didn't even catch the glare Emily was giving Charlie, as though how dare you answer mother's question.

"Really anything interesting?"

Charlie looked up at his mother cranking his neck in such a fashion Faith wondered how it was possible he didn't break his neck as he looked up at her.

"Yes, talks about lot of things, how the hot air and cold air rising, how they think tornado's are produced, what have been the worst storms,...did you know they call F-5's the finger of God?"

That comment got a snort from Emily, which made Charlie look at her, and Faith's attention to her daughter.

"You idiot that's not from the book, you got that from the movie Twister."

"Did not!" Charlie protested, not liking the fact his sister was challenging his knowledge about the unique storms.

"Please, want me to prove it?"

"Emily." Faith gave a warning in her voice, "We don't call people idiots, including your brother."

Fred who been listening to the conversation just tuned them out, knowing where it was going to run to, knowing how his daughter felt. Emily didn't think her parents were smart, but Fred knew enough that she blamed Faith again, for not being there when she should been home with them when the storm had hit. So until he had to come in and play the referee he was going to stay out of it.

"Well he is."

Charlie glared at his sister "Jerk."

"That is enough guys! I did not come home so you guys could give me a headache with your arguing."

"Well maybe you should of just stayed at work, that's what your good at."

Faith was taken back by this sudden comment by her daughter that was very much so very hot with fire right now. She really wasn't sure where it had come from, she hadn't felt the tension, or seen it coming from Emily but then again Emily was a teenager usually they never really did have an explanation.

"Charlie, can you go to your room so we can speak with Emily."

Emily rolled her eyes crossed her arms sat back in the chair and was taking interest in something that was on the wall, as her brother got up went into the other room and shut the door.

Fred muted the game, and sat the controller down on the coffee table and then got up and came to sit at the table with Faith who been standing the whole time was now sitting as well.

"So you going to explain yourself?"

Emily was still staring at the wall, refusing to look at her parents who where trying to force into explaining her actions, that she didn't want to talk about. But it was her own fault, she had made the comment and now she had tell them or face the consequences.

"You said, I'm better at staying at work, that's what I'm good at, "Faith taking in a relaxing breath she had to do this without yelling, or hopefully it wouldn't turn into that but then again with Emily it always did, a competition of who could scream the loudest. Faith for some reason was just not able to come up for why Emily was mad at her, again, and for what reason.

Emily finally was able to take her eyes off the wall and look at her mother.

"Because once again you couldn't be here with you're family! Protecting your family, instead, once again at work. Now can I be excused?" With the shake of Faith's head, Emily got up and then went into her room and shut the door not as gentle as she could have.

"We were like them at one time."

Faith had her face in her hand she brought it up, and stared at her husband.

"What?" Faith knew she could of said it a bit nicer, but the tone came out a little harsher then she intended but Emily was stressing her out, she felt like she was losing control of her daughter and pretty soon the rope that was dangling in front of her to grab a hold was going to be lost to her.

"Kids, we were kids just like them, talked like them, acted like them, and thought like them."

Faith just stared at her husband even as he got up kissed her on the forehead then went and sat back down on the coach and continued watching his sports.

As the days and months began to slowly roll into one another, things began to look the same for New York City. The once trail of the devastating twister began to be paved over, lights, buildings being rebuilt and made to look as though it never happened. That is what people are really good at, forgetting what had been done to them. Then again that's how some people healed, if they pretend it didn't happen they can get on with their lives and seeing the buildings as they once were, it was that much easier.

But for one New York City Police Officer forgetting the past was something he didn't want to do. Everyday he got up hoping he could remember something of who he was, or just something that could ease his aching heart. How do you go about doing your daily life and routine when you don't even know what you do in that day?

His mother would stop by practically everyday to the point he began not answering the door, or making up some excuse why he couldn't see her that day. After the few times he denied her, he could her mumbling 'even without his memory, acts like himself.'

Bosco was looking out the window, hoping maybe internally that something would spark his memory something would trigger it and everything would come back to him, but it was becoming a depressing ritual because like always, nothing. It had started when the first time he had looked out and it felt like it was an old foggy dream, something seemed familiar to him but that was it, ever since nothing came to him.

So with a heavy sigh he grabbed his coat and headed out of his apartment, wanting to walk around the area. Like always the city was alive with activity even in the late evening that it was.

"Hey Maurice."

Bosco continued walking, still not use to the fact Maurice was his name, even if he didn't use it that much. He kept going until somebody ran from behind and got into his path.

"Man now you go ignoring me now?"

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Bosco asked. The man was about into his early 30's, 6'2 dark brown hair.

"You kidding me right? Its me Brian, you talk to me all the time before you go to work." ..The man had highly confusion written all over his face. He didn't know what had happened to Bosco, so the man was starting to think it was some kind of joke Bosco was playing on him.

"Oh..umm how you doing?" Bosco didn't really have to explain to him about his memory lost, so he gave in.

The man let out a laugh, "Your funny man. Not to bad, my shop got torn to bits but we are back into business, how's the job been going with the, well you know?"

Bosco scratched his head nervously, trying to sound like himself.

"Fast, you know how it always is, somebody got to rob something." Bosco looked around and then looked at his watch. "You know, I'm going to be late for a umm...," Bosco just ran out of thoughts and he didn't know what to tell the guy.

"Police thing?" Brian said, hoping he jog Bosco's memories, not realizing how close to that thought process he really was.

"Yeah," Bosco brightened up and pointed his finger "a Police thing, so take care." Bosco then scurried away fast, before Brian could come up with anything else to ask or question him about.

(Firehouse)

"Come on hurry, the man be walking up those stairs any minute." A hushed whispered said from near the food cabinet.

"Walking, don't you mean waddling?"

A soft smack could be heard as a hand smacked the head who said that. "Ow, that hurt Alex!"

"Both of you stop that."

"He's coming!" Walsh said running over to where Jimmy, Carlos, and Alex were doing something to one of DK's favorite cereals. They soon took their positions and began having conversations as DK walked up the stairs, or more or so slowly shuffled up them because of the nail that he had fallen on making him not have much mobility in the rear end area.

"DK your back!"

DK looked around to see if he could spot any pranks, for when a firefighter got hurt in a ridicules manner, it was just common curiosity to make an ass out of that firefighter.

Everybody did notice how DK wasn't really sitting down, but then again could you after you had a 10 inch Carpenter nail went through your body?

Lt. Johnson walked in from his office, nodding his head to DK always happy to see a return of one of their own and then in a voice only Lt. Johnson could muster, told them to go clean something, not just sit around and gab.

As they did, everybody couldn't help notice how DK was making his way to his favorite cereal. They made sure to stay in earshot, as he grabbed a bowl and then opened the box and poured.

The sound of metal hitting nice clean porcelain glass as nails hit and empted out into the bowl.

Before the man could even get single word Carlos poked his head in from upstairs. "Man, we really nailed you with that one, didn't we?"

"I'm going to kill you."

"Have fun time trying to catch me, nail butt!"

Truly everything was back to normal in the FDNY house of Camelot, when you can laugh and have fun, you know everything is going to be all right.

As Bosco was walking down the street he felt something in his jacket going off, and he reached his hand in the pocket to find his cell phone. He looked at it then put it to his ear

"Hello?"

"Bosco, this is Faith."

He couldn't help but wonder suddenly, what did she want? Did she want to bug him to the point of wanting to bash his head in repeatedly like his mother had done. Or start asking him questions, really stupid questions like did he have his memory back, did he recall anything. But he silenced those thoughts.

"Oh hey Faith, what are you doing?"

"Nothing, hey can I meet up with you, I'd like to get out of this place."

Bosco began looking around, all ready forgetting where he had walked, and where he was. He just let his feet do the walking, and when you do that, you kind of tend to loose track of what street your on, since after awhile every street begins to look the same.

With the slight hesitation from her partner not telling where she could meet up with him, Faith smiled, on the other end.

"You don't remember where you are, do you?"

Sometimes Bosco really got creeped out by how she could read his mind, read his body language but what Bosco didn't know was he could do the same its just Bosco wasn't himself.

"Look Bosco, there a subway station near your apartment, I'm sure by the time you find it I'll be there, see you then." Before Bosco could really reply, she had hung up. He shrugged his shoulders and decided to turn back around.

Sure enough by the time he had relocated his place, and then started looking for the stairs for the subway station he found Faith standing there.

"Sorry to call you, just I needed to get out."

"No problem,..." Bosco then looked left then right and then back to Faith "so what is the problem?"

They began walking as they conversed. Faith begin to explain about Emily, how she was reacting to the whole situation, how Charlie was really into twisters and how he thought they were cool and on the other hand Emily being totally disgusted by them. By the time they reached the subway stairs again, everything was off Faith's chest and she felt much better about it. Bosco was going to try his best to give advice but he realized it probably not work out and so did Faith, and ended up just stopping that conversation.

"Thanks Bosco, I need that."

As Faith was thanking Bosco a man from behind had been following a elderly woman and was carefully planning when he would attack. The moment came when she shifted her purse and he leapt like a tiger would do, and ripped the purse from her, causing her feet to fall out from under her as she let out a cry. He made his way right towards Faith and Bosco heading for them, going for the flight of steps but Bosco's pure cop instincts took a hold. Before he knew what he was doing he stepped in front of the guy to block his path of direction. What he didn't intend was the guy not to stop and to Faith's horror her partner and the purse crook was going down in a heap with bone crunching sounds as they hit the cement steps, rolling and finally collapsing at the end of them with people who just gotten clear of them were staring at them not sure what to do.

Faith was sure she didn't even take the steps that she just had jumped all of them to get down to her partner and get that man off of him. The purse-snatcher was unconscious, which then she ordered for somebody to call the cops, she then checked her partner. He had a few cuts and bruises and some bloods in some area's but other then that he looked fine.

"Bosco?"

The immediate response surprised her, as he fluttered his eyelids and looked around with kind of a bewildered look on his face, almost trying to figure out how he gotten there.

His partner was having a tough time trying to read his facial expressions and began to get worried, so she asked the only question that came to her mind first.

"Bosco, are you okay?"

"No," as Bosco sat up rubbing his head he looked up at the stairs then at the man, looking down at his clothes then at Faith. "so I take it we got out of the basement?"

Faith just sat there. She couldn't register what Bosco had just said. If he just asked about the basement, that meant he remembered. Tears began to uncontrollably welled up into her eyes.

"Your back, oh my God your back." She then hugged him. People where still staring at them, not sure what these people were talking about, and they figured the man had hit his head a bit harder then they thought.

Bosco patted Faith's back and then she separated from him as he smiled. He himself was a bit confused how he gotten there, what was happening. The whole thing was a blur and he didn't realize the whole back story behind it so he just went along with it for now until somebody could tell him later.

"I take it you missed me?"

"You have no idea."

The cops ended up showing up and Bosco would have to make another trip to the hospital for the nice knock on his head. But thankful for that knock, it had jolted the memories that seemed to be always out of reach for Bosco. Faith would end up telling most of what happened over the course of a few weeks and month. Then Bosco's mother, Rose was there only 30 minutes later, crying like a mother would do, so happy to have her baby boy back to normal, or as normal as Bosco could get.

Families that had been so ripped apart by the Twister, had slowly but surely mended and one of the last ones that needed so desperately to be sewed back together had been. The firehouse and the precinct had their own families ripped apart, but like always the heroes of the city triumph and for the city of New York City, it was just another day in the Big Apple.

The End.