The Final Months


Faith and Bosco drove around endlessly, searching the dark streets as Bosco's request, trying to catch a glimpse of Maia and Lilly.

"This is hopeless Bosco, we should go back to the house, we don't even know if she's in the city. She took out over $400 from the ATM near your apartment, she could be anywhere."

"I know that Faith!" He snapped at her. Her face dropped and she turned her head to the window silently. "I'm sorry all right, but I just can't sit around at the house okay. I feel like I'm doing nothing," he shook his head, changing hands on the wheel and looking out his window. "I've never not been able to do anything. I can't not do anything."

"I know Bosco, its okay. Well find them." Just then Bosco's cell phone rang in his pocket.


"Bosco?" The chief's voice sounded distant on the line.

"Yeah boss what's up?"

"Someone matching Maia's description was spotted in the emergency ward at the hospital thought you'd want to know."

"Thanks boss."

"And we finally identified the suspect. Those security tapes were hard to recover."

"Who is he?"

"Graham Walsh, 32, white, 5"11, blond no discernible scars, tattoos or piercings."

"Son of a bitch," Bosco hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. "Thanks again boss," he hung up the phone.

"What's up?" Faith looked back over at him as he sped up.

"She might be at the hospital," he was not cutting through the traffic, passing very agitated drivers.

"Boz, watch where you're going," Faith held on tightly as Bosco almost hit a blue minivan. As Bosco drove recklessly, Faith called in for backup. The car came to a screeching halt 15 minutes later, Bosco practically jumping out before he even put the car into park.

"You!" He shouted at two other officers who had been waiting, signaling for them to go through the side doors and for two other officers to go around the back. Quickly and quietly, Bosco went through the emergency door with Faith close behind. Both had guns drawn and badges showing. As they entered, a few people gasped, while others ducked down or grabbed their loved ones.

Walking through the main entrance they found Maia in a separate waiting room.

"Maia!" She screamed and jumped, when he called her name, shielding herself with her arms. "Maia, it's me, it's Maurice," he put his gun away and held her close to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she breathed into him, "I'll never leave you again, I swear, I'm sorry."

"What were you thinking? Why did you leave? Where did you go?" He held on to her even tighter.

"I'm sorry, I just thought, I mean I wasn't thinking, I just thought I wanted to get away from it. I'm so sorry," she sobbed shaking.

"Are you okay? What happened?" He looked her in the eyes, taking her head in his hands.

"It's my fault, I didn't wrap her enough or maybe I didn't wash her bottle properly or…"

"What? What are you talking about, what happened? What's wrong with Lilly?"

"Bosco, it's clear," one of the other officers informed him. Bosco waved him off, not even looking in the officer's direction. Maia hesitated before speaking, looking at everything else in the room but Bosco.


"She's sick Maurice," she snuffled quietly. "They said she has some sort of lung infection that premature babies get sick more easily in their first year, or something. It's all my fault," she looked down at the ground. Bosco shook his head running his hands through his hair.

"Well what are they doing, where is she?"

"They're giving her some kind of antibiotic, they hope it'll work." Bosco's head shot around. Cops passed back and forth around them, nurses and doctors weaving in and out of the doors.

"Hope? They hope it'll work? What if it doesn't?" He stood still waiting for an answer. Maia looked as if she was going to start sobbing again. "What if it doesn't work Maia, what's going to happen?"

"If the antibiotics don't work," she finally looked up, "they're going to have to operate." Bosco's face dropped into his hands. "Maurice, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for any of this to happen, I swear, I just wanted to get away from it, just for a second. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." The tears started down her face again as she bowed her head in place. He wanted to be mad at her but he couldn't. He opened his arms to her and held her tightly.

"It's going to be okay baby, don't worry about it." Bosco rubbed her back as she shook in his arms. He led her over to the chairs on the other side of the room. Just as they were about to sit down, Faith entered the room.

"Maia, where have you been, are you all right?" She walked over to them.

"She's fine, it's okay," Bosco nodded.

"Where's Lilly?" She looked around at the doctors, nurses and patients zigzagging through the uniformed officers standing around the room.

"The doctors are with her, she has some sort of lung infection, and they're working on it." Faith nodded, not knowing what else to do or say after that. "Well it seems as if the coast is clear, no one's seen him here."

"Who?" Maia looked up.

"We found him baby," Bosco kissed her head. "We found the jag off who did this to us." An image of his face appeared in her mind and all the emotions came back with it.

"Did you catch him?"

"No, we're still looking, but we know who he is. It took us this long to recover the security footage, we're going to nail this guy," Faith smiled. "I'm going to go check in with Lieu. I'll be back." Faith put a comforting hand on Maia's shoulder. "I'm glad you're okay," she smiled again before leaving. Just as she stepped through the door, the doctor came in. Maia's stomach flipped at the sight of him, fearing the worst.

"Miss Danforth?" Maia just nodded. The doctor looked at Bosco. "Officer Boscorelli, I didn't know…"

"How is she? Is she going to be okay?"

"You're daughter is taking to the antibiotics well, she should be just fine." Both Maia and Bosco let out a sigh of relief.

"When can we see her?"

"You can see her now, she's down in room 163, just down the hall on the right." The doctor nodded and shook Bosco's hand.

"Thanks again doc." Bosco squeezed Maia's hand in his.

"I'll see you both later," the doctor turned around and left.

"Every thing's gonna be fine baby," he hugged her tightly. Taking her hand again, he led her down the hall to where their daughter was. When they walked in the room, a nurse was just checking her over. Seeing the parents, she finished quietly, excused herself and left. Maia walked over and put her hand in the crib, pulling the sheets up closer to her chin.

"She looks just like you, you know," Maia put her finger to the baby's tiny palm.

"Maia, I'm sorry…"

"No Maurice, I'm sorry, for not listening to you, for putting you through all of this. I just wasn't thinking things through, I didn't take into consideration all of the tings I was doing, I didn't even think, I just did." She didn't take her eyes off of Lilly sleeping peacefully in the crib.


"No, Mo, I, I'm sorry." She looked over at the corner in his direction. "I just hope you can forgive me for taking your daughter away from you and putting her in so much danger." She finally looked up at him. He walked over to her at the bed.

"Maia, this whole thing was my fault, I never would have thought that you would have to pay for my actions, I never wanted for that to happen. I'm the one that should be asking for forgiveness, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Maia turned to face him, "so long as we're all all right, you know, so long as we're still a family." Bosco held her as tightly as he could, resting his chin on her head.

"I love you baby, you know that right?" He closed his eyes, happy to have her back in his arms.

"I love you too," she looked up at him and kissed him. "I promise, from now on, anything you say, goes." Bosco smiled and kissed her again.

"Good," he smiled again when she chuckled.

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