This story is about my OC and Esposito. There are not nearly enough stories out there for Esposito and Ryan. It's a real shame. I love Caskett, don't get me wrong, but Esposito and Ryan deserve some love as well. This is AU. I tried to keep everyone in character.

This story couldn't have been completed without the amazingly helpful A.K Hunter. She's very talented and I highly recommend you check out her story, "In My Veins." Also would like to thank wayouttamyleague, she inspired me to write my first Esposito fic. Check out her stories as well :)

Disclaimer: The only thing I own are my OC's.

Hope you enjoy and feel compelled to review :)

"When do you get off work, sweetheart?" Rough fingers grazed my hand, causing me to move my hand back. I could almost laugh at him, but I was too tired for that. He was just the latest of the men who tried to hit on me. Although I hated being hit on by guys in their 40's, I thoroughly enjoyed crushing their dirty little fantasies. I figured they deserved the humiliation that they received.

"Ten o' clock. You gonna come get me?" I put on my best sexy voice.

"Oh, I think that can be arranged." He winked.

"Good." I smiled and leaned forward. "My Dad would love to meet you." His smile faded. "He's always interested in meeting the men who try to pick up his 17-year-old daughter." My face went deadpan as he stood up and paid his bill.

"What? No tip?" I called after. His face was bright red as he walked out of the diner.

"Quit scaring away the customers," Dana, my manager ordered coming out of the kitchen.

"Stop allowing assholes into your diner." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Watch your mouth!" I heard my dad call out from behind me.

"That's not possible." I turned around to find my Dad smirking with a man next to him.

"So another asshole?" He asked.

"Yes. I took care of him, but I think Dana here would like for me to sweeten them up."

"You can let them down without embarrassing them. Destroy a man's ego, you destroy his appetite." She smiled before heading back into the kitchen.

"Yeah and apparently his tipping abilities as well." I turned back to Dad. "So? What can I do for you?"

"Two coffees." He smiled.

"What about your friend? Take his the same way?" I asked my eyes flickering to the other man then back to my Dad.

"The names Javier Esposito. I work with your Dad." He introduced himself, holding out his hand.

"You're a detective?"

He nodded dropping his hand back to his side. I wasn't a hand shaker.

"So you look after my Dad?"

"From time to time." He smirked.

"Well you better not let anything happen to him." I crossed my arms in an attempt to show him how serious I was.

"Brianna," My dad said with a firm voice.

"What? I'm just making sure you're being taken care of." I defended myself. I locked eyes with Detective Esposito, "So don't drop your guard when you are with him. Deal?"

"In order for it to be a deal, you'd have to offer me something in return," The Detective said.

Internally, I thought of many things I could offer him, but I was 17 and my Dad was right there.

"Okay, let me put it this way. If you let anything happen to my Dad, I'll make your life a living hell."

Dad shook his head. "Honey, no threatening Detectives."

"Not threatening." I shot the Detective a look. He quickly shifted his eyes from mine. "So, two coffees, black?"

They nodded.

"For here or to go?"

"Here." Dad answered.

"Coming right up."

They walked towards a table, but I could still hear them.

"So does your daughter threaten many detectives?" The Detective asked my dad.

"Only the ones she knows watch my back." Dad replied. I knew from his voice that he was smiling. I brought two cups over.

"Now remember, you don't pay or leave a tip. I mean it!" I wagged my finger at Dad. I turned to my right. "You, however, can feel more than free to leave whatever tip you want." I smiled before turning and walking back behind the counter.

"She's a charmer, Sam." He noted.

"Yeah, she's just like her Dad." I felt eyes on me. Not my Dad's, but the man sitting next to him. I looked up, connecting my eyes to his.

For the first time since meeting him, I realized they were just like mine. I thought dark eyes were boring, until I saw his. They looked anything but boring.

He noticed my glance and stared back down at the table. I would have called him out for being a creeper, but I didn't think that was his intention.

The front door swung open and I noticed that it was the same prick I had just ran out of the diner. What was he coming back for? I grabbed the coffee pot and walked over to my Dad's table. The asshole and I made eye contact.

"The guy who just walked in, is the prick who was hitting on me before you showed up." I said under my breath.

They both picked up on it as I pretended to refill their cups. I turned away and walked back behind the counter. I was kind of wanted the prick to say something or try something, maybe he'd get the hint if dad said something to him.

"What can I get you?" I asked walking closer.

"You can get me an hour of your time, preferably in the backseat of my car." I smiled knowing both men heard what he had just said.

"Didn't I tell you I was 17?"

"Maybe I don't believe you. I mean, what kind of 17-year-old works at diner in the middle of the day?"

"This one does," I sighed. "So please stop trying to jump my bones and leave."

"Or?"

'Thank you, God!'

"Or my friends will make you leave." I glanced over to the table. Both men had smug looks on their faces.

"Who are they?" The prick asked.

"Well, the one on the right is an NYPD detective and so is the other one, but he is also my dad," I smiled.

The prick looked over and Detective Esposito threw a wave his way, while flashing his badge. 'Nice touch.' I thought. Upon seeing the badge, the prick stood up and quickly left, avoiding eye contact with everyone. It was sad to see men like that. I mean, he could be married. He could have kids. I shook my head.

"Thanks guys," I called over.

"For what? We didn't have to get rough with him."

"You sound disappointed." I observed.

"Maybe a little," He smirked. "Get a little uneasy when I don't get to take down guys, especially the ones who hit on minors." He joked.

"Sorry, I was hoping you could too." I said before turning to Dad, who was looking down at his phone. I heard a sigh escape.

"What is it?" I asked placing my hand on his shoulder.

"Katie got sick at school."

"She did?" I was surprised. "She's never sick."

He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair. "You mind staying here while I go outside and call my sister?" He asked the Detective.

"No problem man."

I kind of felt like I should be doing something. Like maybe I could leave work and then bring Katie here, she could do homework here, right? Or maybe I could stay home with her. Dana wouldn't want Katie possibly infecting costumers. My eyes darted to the man staring at me and I noticed him squinting. Almost like he was trying hard to read my thoughts.

"Hey, Dad. I can watch her."

"Bri, you're working."

"Yeah, but I don't think Dana will mind, if you go use your charm on her." I raised my eyebrows. Dana had a soft spot for my Dad and almost everyone knew it.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded immediately. "I think aunt Carmen is working anyways."

"Alright, thanks kid." He patted my shoulder and smiled as he walked past me to find Dana.

"Did your mother ever tell you it's not nice to stare at people?" I asked, turning to him.

"Sorry. I just don't think I've ever ran across someone like you. Are you sure you aren't older?"

I laughed. Why did everyone ask me that? "Nope. I'm just a 17-year-old. That's it. Nothing special I assure you."

He stared at me in amusement. "I don't know about that."

"What part?" I questioned.

"The special part."

Before I could reply, Dad came back out. "Alright kiddo, you're riding with us."

"Let me go lock my things up in the back first, okay?"

He nodded, while he and the detective got up.

Katie looked like she was going the throw up when we got to her school. Her cheeks were so pale and her eyes were red from where she had been crying.

I felt her head when we got back into Dad's cruiser. "Damn sis. You're burning up. Been kissing any sick guys I need to go talk to?" I tried a joke, but it didn't work on her. She must be really sick.

"I feel like I am going to die."

"Yeah, well you're not, so don't worry." I placed my hand on hers. "Remember last summer when I caught the flu and was held up for two weeks?" She nodded. "I thought I was never going to feel better again, but look at me now. I know this sucks, but soon you'll feel better. We all get sick."

"Not me."

She had me there. Katie never got sick, well, she did, but not very often.

"I know, maybe this is just a 24-hour bug and it's just working its way through your system. I'm sure you'll be better by tomorrow, and if you aren't, I'll take care of you." I squeezed her hand while she laid her head on my shoulder.

"Really? You'll make me soup and put a cool wash cloth on my forehead?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not Mrs. Brady, but I will make sure you don't die."

"Thanks." She replied dryly.

"Don't mention it." I smiled. I caught the Detective's eyes on me as we stopped at a light.

When we pulled up the house, Dad shot out of the car and rushed over to get Katie. He was really protective when we were sick. It didn't matter what our age was. I unbuckled her while Dad threw her book bag over his shoulder and walked her up to the house. I shook my head. She was 14, not 6.

"It was nice meeting you, Brianna."

"Same here, Detective."

"Call me Javi."

"Okay." I nodded. "Remember, don't let anything happen to my Dad." I narrowed my eyes and noticed him swallow.

He turned around in his seat. "I promise."

I believed him. "Good, cause you seem like a cool guy and I'd really hate to have to kill you Javi." I said before getting out of the car.

Javi's POV

She threatened me. Actually threatened me. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. Of course I knew why she did it, but not too many people had threatened me. Especially petite 17 year old girls. I sat there for about 10 minutes, before Sam returned. As soon as he got in the car, I couldn't help it, I had to say something.

"Your daughter is something else. She threatened my life."

A small smile covered Sam's face. "That's my girl."

"Brianna looks a lot like you, but where in the hell did the red hair come from?"

"Her mother."

I didn't say anything more, because well, even I knew Sam's wife was a sore subject and I wasn't about to make him mad.

I didn't know much about what happened. Just that his wife left when the girls were pretty young, leaving Sam to raise them. He didn't talk about his wife all that much, not that I could blame him, he probably wanted to try his best to just forget her.

I had known Sam for awhile now and I had a hard time believing someone would just leave him. Who could leave their family like that?

"We should get back to the precinct." Sam said checking his watch.

I simply nodded.