Title: For Mogans Sake
Author: Fyre
Category: Drama/Angst
Email: Boscosbabe55@bellsouth.net
AIM: ToriBoscorelli
Spoilers: Bosco has a daughter
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of John Wells and Edward Allen Bernero and NBC. Those lucky bastards. I'm only renting them for a while, I plan to be kind a rewind
when I return them.
A/N: I wrote this fic out of boredom the other night. My internet wasn't letting me on so while I waited I started this fic, I really have no set plot for it.

Nov 2003

Everyone has secrets in their life right? Of course, it's how we survive it's what makes who we are. The secret I've kept hidden from everyone, including Faith, was my daughter. No one knew 'cept for me an' her mother.

That was 13 years ago. I offered to help. I wanted to help. I wanted to try an' be a good father, I really did. But I was scared shitless I was goin' to be like my old man. I didn't want to put my daughter through that. I still offered. I told Heather, my daughter's mother I'd send money, help out anyway I could, I didn't care. My daughter was as much a part of me as it was a part of her. After all it does take two to tango.

But Heather wanted to do it all on her own, she didn't want any help, or money or anything. She took Morgan with her an' moved to a small town in Missouri. It was where Heather, herself was born.

I only saw Morgan once. On the day she was born. I know all Fathers say their daughters are the most beautiful girls there are; well those girls didn't have shit on my daughter.

Morgan had sapphire blue eyes, a head full of thick brownish-blonde hair, across between her mothers and mine. The cutest little nose you had ever seen, rosy little cheeks. I had to be the proudest father that day.

The thing was Heather an' I weren't goin' to get married, so she didn't want me around as Morgan's father. She figured when the time came she would tell Morgan about me. Until then it would haveta wait. So I left the hospital that day, then only reminder my daughter had of me was a small brown an' white teddy bear that I had given her an' simply named Coco bear. Don't know if she kept the name or not. But I also left hopin' even though she didn't know me, that she knew I loved her with all my heart.

Ever since then her mother has sent me her school pictures and letters claiming her various achievements in school. Seems she pretty smart, musta gotten that from her father. She's really turned into a beautiful teenager; she has a little bit of me in her looks. I mean I don't need a DNA test to tell she's mine. All I haveta do is look at the picture an' it's as plain as the nose on her face. Only thing is she still doesn't know I'm her father.

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April 2004

'Nother day at the 55 as I walked into the precinct an' for once I was on time. I was actually in a rather good mood as well, don' know why either, but I wasn't goin' to complain.

Walkin' into the locker room, my partner for the day Sasha Monroe greeted me with a warm smile. Any other day I'd probably say somethin' negative to her but not today. Today was a good day.

Sasha looked at me an' smiled. "So Bosco you seem to be in a great mood today."

I turned an' smiled. "Yup! The weather is great, it's not to warm, not to cold. The sun is shinin' an' I actually made it here on time for once. So Christopher won't be breathin' down my back." I was still smiling.

"Well good for you Bosco." She said sweetly, her warm smile crossing her face.

Everything was flying by, before I knew it roll call was already over and I made my way to the RMP, but not before I stopped an' got our radios for the day. Walkin' down the stairs an' out of the precinct I was whistling some random tune. Really had no beat or anythin'. I was jus' whistling to hear myself. I let Monroe drive, so I could jus' sit back an' take in the sights of the city. Somethin' I really never did. I was usually mad at the city, at the world. Not today, like I said it was a good day.

It was 'bout four hours into our shift an' nothin' much had happened, a few MVA's. Nothin' serious, kids shoplifting some candy...those types of calls. The radio in our RMP came alive again. "55 David report to Angel of Mercy hospital, regarding a personal matter."

Taking a deep breath I reached over to the radio. "10-4." I replied keepin' my cool. It probably was nothin' right. Nothin' was goin' to ruin my day.

"I wonder what that's about?" Sasha asked.

"I betcha there's some nurse who wants my digits, 'cause she digs my J.O." I said winkin' at Sasha.

"Oh yes every female's heart skips a beat for Maurice Boscorelli."

"See even you know." I said laughin' jus' a little.

"See I'm jealous though. I've had a crush on you. I'm secretly in love with you Bosco."

I knew she was lyin' but I went along with it anyways. It's a huge ego boost. "Oh it's no secret. I always knew, I could tell by the way you looked at me. But don't worry Ms. Monroe, I'll keep it a secret."

She laughed. "Thank you Bosco, I wouldn't want anyone knowing of my undying love for you."

I nod. "That's totally understandable, wouldn't want females tryin' to beat ya up to get to. The Maurice Boscorelli." I said running my hands down my chest.

"You are one crazy man." She told me.

We finally arrive at Mercy an' right away Proctor spots me. I'm nervous now as she motions me to come over. Swallowing I walk over to her. "Is it my ma?"

She shakes her head. "No it's not your mother Bosco."

Okay now I'm really wonderin' what's goin' on. "Mikey...my brother? Somethin' happened to him?"

"Follow me." She says with a stern nod.

I follow her to a small exam room an' I look in. My heart stops. Morgan... "What's wrong with her Mary? What happened?"

"So you know her then?"

"Yes! Yes she's my--my daughter." I said the words stallin' as they come out of my mouth.

"She's okay, just a broken arm. She and her mother were hit by a drunk driver."

I start looking around franticly for Heather. "Heather where is she?" I asked panic stricken. I looked at Mary and right away I knew. "No..."

"I'm sorry, but she didn't make it." Mary said softly, her eyes filling with remorse.

My heart sank. Heather an' I we weren't together anymore, but that didn't mean I didn't care for her. Then there was the fact; the little girl in there had lost her mother.

"Bosco before she died, she signed a piece of paper saying she wanted you to take care of her, her ex husband had been originally listed, but she said there was no way Morgan was going to go with her ex-husband. I'm guessing they had a bitter break up, so for now she wants her." She nodded towards Morgan. "With you."

I closed my eyes nodding my head slowly. Opening them I looked over at Morgan. She looked so scared, so lost, my heart sank even more. "Is it alright if I go an' see her? Talk to her?"

Mary smiled. "Sure, Dr. Wright will be around to sign her out shortly."

I only nodded in reply as I quietly walked into her room. Her eyes were red with tears, her little arm in a pink cast as she held it close to her body. Clutching a blue backpack in her other arm. She looked up at me as I walked in. For a minuet I was totally caught off guard, she still looked alot like me. No matter how many times I saw her pictures, her mother had sent to me. I still could never get over the fact how much she an' I looked alike. She was definitely Daddies little girl. "M-Morgan." My voice was a bit shaky, as I approached her. "Hey hunny. H-how ya feelin'?"

She looked at me. Her sapphire blue eyes, red with tears as she looked at me. "You're--you're him..." She said hesitantly.

"I'm who?" I asked, slightly confused.

"My dad. My -real- Dad. My Mom told me 'bout you, when we moved here. She really wanted me to meet you, just wasn't to sure how to do it." She said timidly.

"How did you know it was me?"

"She told me you were a police officer for the city of New York, and showed me an old picture."

I smiled jus' a bit. Thankful she finally knew who I was, making this meeting slightly less awkward. "When did you guys move here? An' why?" I asked slightly reachin' my hand out for hers, really not to sure of what else to do. I had watched Faith with Emily a few times, an' she always let out a comforting hand. Though Emily had -always- know her mother. Morgan, she knew of me...but didn't -know- me.

"A little over a month ago. We moved here to get away from my step dad. She finally realized what a -real- jerk he was."

I was mad now at the whole real jerk part. "Did he hurt you an' your Mom?" I asked, as she slightly touched my hand, still uneasy about the whole thing.

She nodded. "Yea."

Okay now I was real mad. Some man had hurt my daughter, an' I knew nothin' of the sorts. I knew Heather was married. Some guy she met in Missouri, he owned his own business or somethin'. She never let on to the fact that he was hurting her an' Morgan. "How did he hurt you? Did he hit you?'

She only nodded.

"Did he hit your mom?" I asked.

Morgan nodded again.

"What else did he do Morgan, Hun?"

She shook her head.

I knew there was more an' she was scared to tell me.

"You can tell me. He won't hurt you anymore. Okay I promise."

She lifted her head lookin' at me. Her cheeks lined with tears. "He--he."

"He what?" I asked her as soft an' calmly as possible.

"He made me...he made me have sex with him." She said in a whisper, her voice cracking.

I felt the world crashin' in around me. Some man had done the unthinkable to my daughter. He had hurt her in the worst possible way. "Oh Hun, I'm so sorry." I say pulling her into a slight hug, but breakin' it quickly. Not wanting to smoother her. "Morgan sweetie? Did your Mom know 'bout what he was doin' to you?"

"Yea." She nodded. "That's why we moved here, so she could get me away from him. Only thing is he knows we came here an' he's tryin' to take me back to Missouri." Her eyes pleaded with me. "Don't make me go with him. Please...D-Dad."

Hearing the word dad come out of her mouth like that sent chills down my spine. "Hey don' worry. He won't come anywhere near you, he won't hurt you. Not as long as I'm around. Okay. I promise you." I watched as tears fell down her face, gently I wiped the off with my thumb. "I'm goin' to take you back to my place for tonight okay. You have everythin' you'll need or do we haveta stop at your house?'

"No I have what I need in this bag. I always carry it with me. I can go tomorrow or somethin' to get some more stuff." her voice cracked.

I nodded, rustling her hair back a little. "I'm goin' to go find my partner let her know what's goin' on an' then I'm sure we can get out of here."

She nodded in reply.

"I'll be back in a few minuets." I told her exiting the room. I found Sasha standing at the nurse's desk. She stopped her conversation and approached me.

"Is it true Bosco? Mary said-"

"Yea, she's in exam 5." I said sadly. "We'll take her back to my place, I'm probably goin' to haveta take the rest of the shift off I don't wanna leave her alone all day. Ya know. Sure she's 13 years old, but her mother jus' died."

She gave me a small comforting smile. "I understand Bosco, you should stay with her. She needs you right now." She pulled out her cell phone. "I'll call Swerksy, let him know what's going on and you go be with your daughter. I'll come get you in a few minuets okay."

"Thanks Sasha." I said nodding heading back to where Morgan was, not wanting to keep her waiting longer then I already had. Walking into the room her doctor was just singing her out. He wrote her a prescription for the pain before letting her go. "Thanks for takin' care of her doc." I said to him as he left the room. "You ready kiddio."

"Yea." She said nodding. "I gotta use the bathroom first." She said softly, jumping off the bed, swinging her backpack of her shoulder.

"Okay no problem." I led her out of the room and down the hall to where the bathroom was; looking up as she went in I saw Sasha.

"She okay and everything?" She asked.

"Yea, jus' a broken arm, an' probably a broken heart."

"She's beautiful Bosco, looks just like you."

"Thanks." I replied as she put her hand on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry Bosco, that this happened like this."

I nodded as I lowered my head. "Me too." Looking up I heard the bathroom door open and saw Morgan coming out; she slowly walked up to me. "Morgan, this is my partner Sasha Monroe."

"Hi." She said not looking up from the floor.

"Nice to meet you Morgan." Sasha said trying to do her best to comfort Morgan. "You look just like your dad."

Morgan smiled politely at her. "Thanks ma'am."

I looked at Sasha and saw her smiling with a small laugh. "Call me Sasha."

Morgan only nodded in reply.

I wrapped my arm around Morgan's shoulder an' was more then surprised when she didn't pull away. "C'mon hun, let's go get you settled in at my place, I'm takin' the rest of the day off so you won't haveta be alone."

"You really don't have to do that." She said holding her backpack tightly.

"I want to. You've been through enough today, so don' argue with me young lady!" I said in a fatherly voice. If people ever doubted me, I was about to prove them wrong. I was goin' to stand up and become a man. I was goin' to be the best father I could be. I didn't care what anyone thought otherwise, she was my daughter, I was her father, an' no matter what there was no way in hell I was sending her back to her step-father.