Disclaimer: Alright, in my other story I was kinda wrong about who this belongs to. I guess it's technically Ed Bernero, not NBC. Sorry about that.

Author's Note: Okay, I know I'm being a bad writer by having two unfinished stories up at once, but I just couldn't wait. This is my third story and it involves Bosco's fictional life, which involves a daughter, Sam, and a dead wife, Sarah. In this story, Sam is 5 years old. On with the story!

At Her Bedside

"Daddy? Are you takin' me to school today?"

"You bet I am." It was Monday morning and Bosco hadn't had to work the day before, so he was full of energy. He hoisted his 5 year old daughter Samantha high into the air and she giggled as he twirled her around in the air. He absolutely loved being able to spend this time with his daughter in the morning. He just couldn't get enough of it. Sam was the absolute center of his life. He had no one else, because his wife, Sarah, had been killed two years earlier.

Scratch that. He had his partner, Faith Yokas, who rode in 55-David with him at the 55th precinct. They work the third watch, which is 2:00-11:00pm, which means Bosco rarely gets to see his daughter. When he's home, she's at school. When she's home, he's at work. He liked to make up for lost time as much as possible.
Sam knew that mornings like this were few and far between, so she lived it up as well. When Bosco put her down, she ran over and grabbed her Care Bears backpack. Bosco noticed that she didn't run with quite as much energy as usual. When she turned back to him, he saw the color in her face.
"Come here a minute, Sam," Bosco said, kneeling on the ground. She walked over to him and now that she was closer, she could see she was very pale, almost white.
"Are you feelin' alright, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Uh-huh!" she said, almost convincingly.
"You know," he said, "you can stay home today if your not."
"No way Daddy! Danny's bringing his pet hamster an' he said me an' Emily could hold it!" she said excitedly.
"Alright," Bosco said, unsure. "But if you start feelin' bad, like your tummy gets all upset or somethin' you tell your teacher right away, alright?"
"Alright."
"Pinky swear?"
"Pinky pinky PINKY swear!" They shook pinkies on it and Sam ran out the door, Bosco following closely behind. At the top of the stairs, Sam briefly stopped to give a large cough, but then had resumed her brisk pace before Bosco even reached her. Bosco developed a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"…and he wanted to do it on the porch while the kids were sleepin'! Can you believe it?" Bosco's partner, Faith, said in driver's seat of their patrol car.
"Mmhm," mumbled Bosco distractedly as he looked out the window.
Faith eyed him wearily.

"What's the matter with you today Boz? Usually you can't stand my 'Fred and me gettin' it on' stories."
"When you saw Sam at school today when we were dropping the kids off, did you notice anything unusual about her?"
"Now that you mention it, she didn't seem to have quite the same vigor. And she was a little pale…" Faith didn't get to finish her statement, as they were distracted by the squawk of the radio.

"55-David, respond to disturbance at 103 9th and King."
"55-David responding, 103 9th and King," Bosco said into his radio. They didn't get to further their conversation because it was drowned out by the sirens of their car. The knot in Bosco's stomach steadily grew.

The disturbance they responded to was not unusual. Someone found someone cheating on someone else and fists and furniture flew. It was so tough to break the two men and the woman fighting that they had to call in 55-Charlie, Sully and Ty, to help them detain the two men. The woman was sitting on the couch, bleeding from an injury caused, no doubt, by a flying table lamp. Sully and Ty were in the bedroom, slapping the handcuffs on the two men and Bosco and Faith were with the woman in the living room.
"Bosco, we'd better call a bus for her. That's a pretty bad cut on her face," said Faith.
"Nah, we'll just take her ourselves. It'll take them too long to get here and it's not that serious. Besides, we need to keep an eye on her, just in case she decides to stir up some more trouble. Isn't that right, ma'am?" Bosco addressed the woman in a snide tone. She gave him the dirtiest look she could muster, but in her current state, she couldn't move her face much.
"Sully," called Faith. "You got them?"
"Yeah go ahead to Mercy."
"Alright." She turned to the woman. "C'mon gorgeous. We're gettin' you cleaned up and put into the cell where you belong." She pulled the woman to her feet and they proceeded to their car.

Bosco and Faith walked into the busy ER of New York's own Angel of Mercy Hospital, pulling along the woman between them.
"Hey Mary," said Bosco to the nurse at the admitting desk. "Got a clean up job for ya," he said with a smirk.
"Gee, thanks. And we've been saying you guys never give us anything. Put her in chairs. We'll get to her eventually." Bosco brought her over to a waiting chair and handcuffed her to the chair.
"Is this absolutely necessary, officer?" she asked.
"You bet," he responded. He walked over to the desk to begin filling out paperwork for her. When he was finished, he handed it to Mary.
"Alright," she sighed. "Bring her this way."
"You get to go this time, Boz," said Faith. "Last time I had to go, the guy puked all over me. You owe me big time for that one."
"Alright, alrigh, I'm goin'. Sheesh," he said, unlocking the handcuffs from around the chair. "C'mon, let's go. Move it. I got better things to do than to baby-sit you," he said to the woman. Faith just stood there and laughed.
Minutes later, Sully and Ty walked through the door with one of the guys from the fight.
"Well, long time no see guys."
"Yeah, don't remind us," remarked Ty. "This guy says he needs his asthma medicine or somethin' like that. Sit," he ordered the guy when they made it to the chairs the woman had been occupying only moments ago. Ty handcuffed him to the chair as Sully made his way over to desk.
Then, Faith heard the sound of the sirens of an ambulance pulling up to the ER bay doors. Suddenly, she was scared. Very scared. She watched as her friend, Kim Zambrano, jumped, leaped actually, out of the driver's seat of the ambulance. She could see the urgency on her face. Dr. Moralis and a few nurses ran past Faith, Sully, and Ty to the ambulance bay. Kim disappeared behind the ambulance and reappeared moments later with her partner, Bobby Caffey, a gurney with someone on it, and Moralis and nurses, in tow. Faith couldn't really tell, but it looked like someone small. She could see the worried look on Bobby's face as well. Faith felt pure terror in the pit of her stomach. Time seemed to go in slow motion as the gurney was rolled in past her. On it was her partners daughter, Sam Boscorelli.
"Oh my God," said Sully. Faith couldn't say anything. She couldn't move. She just stared as they rolled Sam's gurney through the automatic doors and into the trauma room. Kim started to go in, but, seeing Bobby had control of the situation, stopped at Faith.
"Faith, where's Bosco? We need him right now," she said. Kim was just as worried as Faith was. "Sam is very, very sick. She collapsed at school. Look at me, Faith. Where's Bosco?" Faith just stood there, with tears forming in her eyes.
"Faith!" Faith snapped out of it.
"Oh God, I've gotta get Boz." She ran off into the back, leaving Kim, Sully, and Ty behind.

Faith ran with more determination than she had ever had in her life towards the examining rooms in the back of the ER. Searching for Bosco's face in every one of the rooms, she finally came across him and the prisoner in the very last room. Mary was stitching up the woman's head as Bosco leaned against the wall, a bored look on his face, staring at the opposite wall. When Faith rushed into the room, however, with tears in her eyes, Bosco hurriedly pushed himself off the wall.

"Faith, what's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh God, Bosco. It's Sam. They brought her in. She collapsed at school. She doesn't look good," she said, shakily. Before she could finish her thoughts, Bosco had run past her towards the trauma room. She followed closely behind.

For Bosco, it was the longest 50 feet of his life from the exam room to the trauma room. He ran past Ty, Sully, Kim, and Bobby at the admitting desk and through the automatic trauma doors. He felt his stomach drop to his toes as his heart pounded in his chest. There was his precious baby girl, lying very still, almost too still, on a gurney. There was a flurry of activity from the doctors and nurses as they worked on her. He felt Faith's presence beside him, but didn't react. Couldn't react. All he could do was watch as Dr. Moralis and the nurses in the room spit medical jargon back and forth and stuck various tubes and IV's into Sam's body. He still had no idea what had happened, until he suddenly remembered how sick Sam looked that morning.

"Oh God," he said, finally breathing. "Moralis, tell me, what's goin' on?" he asked. "What happened?"

"Bosco, all I can tell you is that she is a very, very sick little girl," she said as she moved around Sam's body. "She has a fever of almost 105, she's very dehydrated, and barely breathing on her own. Has she been sick?"

"She looked sick this morning, but she told me she felt fine. I shouldn't have believed her! Is she gonna be alright?" he asked, feeling hysterical. He needed to know.

"I don't know Bosco. We won't know until we get blood work back from the lab. For now, I'm most concerned about her tempurature and her-." She was cut off by the sudden vigorous motions of Sam's body.

"She's having a febrile seizure. Bosco, Faith, I need you guys to clear out so we have some room to move," Moralis yelled at the two partners standing by the doorway.

"NO!" shouted Bosco. "You have to help her. Please! Don't let her die!" Tears began coursing their way down his cheeks as he felt the strong arms of an orderly shoving him and Faith out the doors. He stood outside the glass and pressed his face to it, his tears staining the window. He felt Faith's arm slink around his shoulders and was grateful for the support. He watched as Sam's convulsions slowly stopped and Moralis once again shouting orders. He heard Sully and Kim come up behind him and Faith and listened to the conversation between them and Faith.

"Me an' Davis will go back to the station and tell Lieu what's going on, then come back and see how you're all doing," said Sully. Faith just nodded her head. Bosco didn't even acknowledge he was there. "She's young, she strong." With that, him and Ty slowly turned around and walked away. Kim took that opportunity to walk up to them.

"If you need anything just let me or Bobby or anyone else at the firehouse know and we'll help you out in anyway possible," she said quietly. She was quite shaken up as well. She was concerned for Sam as she was quite close to her, but also, she couldn't help but think of her own three year old son, Joey. She thought about what she would do if it had been him in Sam's situation.She was glad that it wasn't her son, and for that she felt guilty."We'll come by a little later."

"You can count on it," said Bobby, coming up behind her. "She's a fighter, don't forget it." Then, the two of them turned around and left. Throughout the entire conversation, Bosco never took his eyes off Sam. He then saw Dr. Moralis coming through the doors with a grim look in her eyes.