Title: For Mogans Sake Chapter 2
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.

Morgan was quiet for a while, she didn't speak a single word, and I couldn't even begin to think of what was going through her mind at the time. Here she is sitting in the back of the RMP, probably feeling like some prisoner. Her mother jus' died an' out of nowhere I come. Yes she know I'm her father but I'm sure she still isn't too sure 'bout me. On top of it all her creep of a stepfather molested her. I'm sure it was more then once.

I look at her through my rearview mirror a million thoughts run through my mind. Of what I should do if somethin' bad were to happen to her. I don' know too much 'bout this whole "father" thing, ya bein' a parent an' all, I know there is one person I could call that might be able to help me out, but we ain't on the best of terms right now. I really screwed things up with Faith I mean I really did. I'd maybe ask Monroe, for help. Ask her what to do, but I don' want her thinkin' I'm not able to be a father to this girl. "You hungry?" I asked her still watchin' her.

She shakes her head. "No, I'm fine thank you."

Sasha looks over at me I guess she can sense my overall nervousness, as her eyes go to the rearview mirror and she watches Morgan for a few. "So Morgan what school do you go to?"

"Queen of Peace." She said staring out the window.

Sasha smiled. "Do you like your teachers?"

"They're okay I guess." She says with a quick shrug. "I'm not lookin' to make friends with them or anything, next year I'll have new teachers and, then same of the year after that. It's an endless cycle."

That's all she's said so far, nothin' more, nothin' less. As we had back to the precinct I contemplate what I'm goin' to tell my mother, maybe even Mikey. They have no idea 'bout her. She shares her middle name with my ma, yet she knows nothin' of my daughter. I know I haveta tell her, that's for sure. It would be wrong of me to hide her from my ma, an' I don' think it would make Morgan feel wanted if I did.

I want that fore her, I want her to feel that as my daughter I want her in my life. That just 'cause I missed the first 13 years of her life, doesn't mean I don't love her, jus' means there's a lot of catching up to do. I also want her to know from now until the day I take my last breath, I'm her father and I will always be here for her.

I remember the time when my ma an' I got trapped in that fire. She ended up in the hospital. Well she was mad at me, like -really- mad 'cause I had went gone back into the store. To try an' help save some mother an' her son. She thought I was goin' to die. That thought never crossed my mind.

She inhaled a lot of some an' ended up with a hospital stay. I came to visit her, but she wouldn't talk to me for a while. She was mad 'cause I risked my life the way I did. She tried to explain to me a parents love for a child an' how they would do anythin' for their child.

Kinda funny too, a few weeks before that Faith tol' me the same thin'. How you'd do anythin' for your child, no matter what it was. That you'd even die for your child. Now as I sit here drivin' along. I understand what they both meant. Knowing what the creep did to my daughter how he hurt her, I'm goin' to do whatever I can to keep him from doin' to her again. Even it means losin' my life. She's my daughter an' she's my baby. I haveta be the one to protect her. There is no one else.

I wonder what Morgan's thinkin' 'bout right now. Mostly her mother I would imagine. She was ripped away from her arms jus' like that. One second she was there, next thing she knew, she had no mother. They did nothin' to the drunk S.O.B, yet he walked away with on a few bruises. Meanwhile my daughter has a broken arm an' no mother. How is that fair? It isn't.

She's scared. I can see it, she's scared she's goin' to end up alone or back with that ass hole of a stepfather. But I won't let that happen. I'll do -whatever- it takes to see that doesn't happen. That she is protected from that ass hole, an' most of all that she is alone. That she has me, an' when she needs to she can come to me. I want her to feel like that. I don' want her feeling like she's a burden to me either. 'Cause she's far from that, she's my daughter an' well I'm her father. This is my job. No matter what, no matter how hard it is. I'm doin' my job.

After what seems like hours we finally get to the precinct. I stop the car an' look back at her. "We're here." She doesn't say anythin' jus' stares blankly out the window. Poor kid, I feel so bad for her. I don' know what to say that will make it any better.

Both Sasha an' I get out of the RMP. I walk over to her door an' open it for her. I reach my hand out, to help her from the car. She hesitates at first but then takes it. You have no idea how good that made me feel inside. Given me a sense that she trusts me jus' a little.

"I gotta talk to my boss." I tell her. "Won't take long, Go with Sasha an' she'll getcha somethin' to eat out of the vendin' machine." I pull a couple bucks outta my wallet an' I hand it to Morgan, I then look over at my partner.. "If it costs more then that. I'll pay you back."

"Don't worry about it Bosco." Sasha tells me, as she places a comforting arm around my daughters shoulder. "She and I can get to know each other."

They can get to know each other. I like the sound of that, and then I know that Morgan has a female in her life she can trust.

Morgan she jus' stands there sayin' nothin' jus' lookin' down at the ground. I put each of my hands, on her shoulders, an' look into her eyes. God it's scary her eyes are -so- much like mine. "I promise you I won't be long." I tell her reassuringly as I kiss the top of her forehead. I walk off leavin' my daughter with Sasha. I really didn't wanna leave her, but I hadda talk to Swerksy.

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Sasha's POV

As we drive along I look over at Bosco. He drums his fingers on the steering wheel. I can see just how nervous he is about the whole thing. I don't blame him either, rising a kid isn't easy. I've learned that by trying to raise my sister's. I haven't known Bosco that long, but one things I have learned about him, is that he'll go to great lengths to see that the people he's passionate about are taking care of. So for now this girl is in good hands.

When I first saw her I couldn't believe how much she looked like him. Her eyes her face, even some of her mannerisms are a carbon copy of Bosco. She has that same nod as Bosco. That long-drawn-out-sure-right-whatever-you-say-nod, that says more then a 1,000 words, that nod. It's just like watching a smaller version of Bosco, a much smaller-less-testosterone-filled version of him. How can I put this in words that will make you understand, let's just say had Bosco been born with...boobs, he'd be just like her, or she would be just like him. You know what I mean. The comparisons, and similarities are eerie at best.

I feel bad for Morgan, I really do. She's at that age where a strong mother/daughter relationship is very important. But in a blink of an eye it was ripped away from her, leaving her all alone in a world she probably didn't know much of. With a man she knew little or nothing of.

It's amazing how one minuet in life, everything is perfect and nothing could go wrong. You have everything you want, and everything is going the way you want it to go. Then -bam-, just like that. At the drop of a hat it's all gone and you have to rebuild.

Like when you were a kid and you took those wooden alphabet blocks, you would start to stack them. One by one, you would keep going. It would keep growing, getting as tall a mini sky scarpers, and then all of the sudden it begins to sway and wobble around, back and fourth back and fourth. While you stand there out of instinct you put your hands out, to try and catch it, like it would help. Then suddenly it comes crashing down, the wooden blocks flying in every direction. It's like that not only for Morgan, but for Bosco as well. I'm sure Bosco will make a great father--when he's ready, I'm not so sure that he is ready yet. Though you never know, he could be hiding that side in him somewhere behind his "hot-headed" persona of his.

Bosco, he does that a lot. He'll hide his true emotion and cover them up with anger. I guess it makes him seem tough, God for bid he should show any kind of weakness, and it might be the end of the world. Only one person has ever seen his weak moments. He would most likely call her that is if they weren't on ends with each other. He could call Faith, he should call her, but he can't. Or so he thinks, maybe he really hasn't tried.

I look at him again; he's still drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, still nervous, he looks through the rearview mirror, watching his daughter like only a father would. Now I can see it, I can see it in his eyes. He really wants to be a father. I can see the methodical plotting he's doing in his head. How he's going to take care of her, what he wants for her. Most of all, I can see how he loves her. Maybe I was wrong maybe he is ready to be a father after all.

I wonder what's going through this girl's head. She really hasn't spoken much, the whole ride back to the precinct. For a 13-year-old she's quiet. For an offspring of Bosco, she's-awfully- quiet. When I was 13 years old I know I wasn't that quiet. When my sister was 13 years old she wasn't that quiet, then again our mother wasn't killed right in front of us. We still have our mother.

Every so often I look from Bosco, to Morgan, back to Bosco. Neither of them has said much of anythin' both of them is quiet as mouse. One's probably wondering what the other one is thinking. Bosco he still seems nervous, but not as much as when we first got into the RMP. He's seemed to lighten up, just a little. There's not so much drumming on the steering wheel, like there was earlier.

The silence was killing me, as was the ride back to the precinct. It seemed like an eternity, when only it was maybe fifteen minuets at the most. Bosco stops the car and looks back at Morgan, as do I. "We're here." He tells her. For a brief second Morgan makes eye contact, through the rearview mirror, with Bosco. Quickly she goes back to looking out the window. I try and give Bosco a reassuring smile, to the best of my ability as we both get out of the RMP. Bosco walks over to Morgan's side of the car. He opens the door for her, and reaches out a fatherly hand. She not to sure at first and hesitates, but then as if someone had whispered in her ear, it was alright. She takes it. It made me smile. A step in the right direction for both of them.

Still holding her hand, Bosco closes the door behind Morgan. "I gotta talk to my boss." He told her, a stern but reassuring voice.. "Won't take long, Go with Sasha an' she'll getcha somethin' to eat out of the vendin' machine." Bosco gives her some money, then looks at me. "If it costs more then that. I'll pay you back."

I smiled at him as I looked down at his scared daughter. "Don't worry about it Bosco." I replied to him, placing my arm on Morgan's shoulder. "She and I can get to know each other." Which would be good, for both of us. I guess I've been taking care of my nephew to long, because my motherly instincts are kicking in.

Morgan is standing there looking uneasily at the asphalt. Bosco gently places one of his hands on each of Morgan's shoulders and looks into her eyes. Like only a father would. "I promise you I won't be long." He told her, doing the best he could to reassure her. What he did next showed me that he was ready to be this girls father. As if on cue, he gently kissed the top of her forehead, before leaving her with me.

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Morgan's POV

My Mom died. All we were doin' was goin' to the mall. A day we had planned for weeks. She finally got a few days off since we moved here to New York City. I wanted some new school clothes and she promised me that as soon as she had a few days off she would take me to the mall and we would go clothes shopping, maybe even catch a movie.

We came to a stop at a red light, and when it turned green we went, like we were suppose too. Then out of nowhere comes this car and it plows right in to us okay. Just out of nowhere. I never did anything to him and now here I am with out my mother, because he killed her. He killed my mother!

When he walked through the door to my hospital room. I knew it was him, I had -seen- the pictures my mother gave me and I knew it was him. Still a part of me wasn't sure. I knew little of this man. Other then the fact a week before we moved to New York City that my mom sat me down, showed me a picture and told me what happened. I maybe only 13 but I ain't stupid I can see he's my father. Our eyes are the same color and we have the same chin. In a way I was really glad too see him, glad someone knew and someone called. Now I wouldn't haveta be alone in this concrete jungle. Then I was scared, I had visions of what my stepfather did to me, and for a while I was scared that's how he was going to be. Then I remembered what my mom told me a few weeks after we moved here that if she wasn't around and I needed help, he was the man to go to. Not only was he my father but also he was a police officer. You always can trust a police officer right? Well sometimes you can. Today though I was going to give the man the benefit of the doubt and she what would happen.

He started askin' questions. Why we came to New York, when did we come here? Questions I hated, questions that scared me, made me feel sick, made me think of him. They made me think of my step dad. So many times I told him to stop, I cried and I told him he was hurting me, but that only made him do it more, it only made it hurt more.

For a long time I didn't tell my mom, 'cause he said if I none would believe me and I would be locked away in a home and I would never again see my mother. -Never-. So from the time I was 8 until I moved here. I never told my mom, I never said a word. Until one night she found us. He had forgot to lock the door to my bedroom and my mom she came in. My step dad, he was like a deer caught in the headlights. He froze making up a ton of excuses, stuttering all over his words, but there was nothin' he could do. He was caught.

He got mad and started to hit my mom. He kept hittin' her and kept hittin' her. I yelled and I screamed for him to stop, so then he came after me 'cause I couldn't keep my mouth shut, and he hurt me. Mrs. Lansing, our neighbor she heard, she heard me cryin' and she called the police. They came and they took him away.

I wanted to tell them how bad he had really hurt me, what he had done, to me. My mom told me not too, she said he didn't mean to that he would get help and it would stop. That he wouldn't hurt my mom or me anymore. She was my mom so I believed her. I believed everything she said. What daughter wouldn't?

After he got out of jail, he was nice to my mom and me for a few weeks. He didn't hurt me and he didn't hit my mom. I was really likin' it too, really gettin' use to it. Until it started up all over again, my mom she went a way on some business trip for the weekend, and I was left alone with him. Guess she trusted him too, other wise she would've never done that. So while I was sleeping one night, he came into my room and woke me up...he, that's when he started hurting me again. He said if I told my mom, or anyone for that matter that he would make me watch him kill her and then he would kill me.

He started hitting my mom and me again, a -lot-. He didn't wanna seem to stop either and it got worse and worse, and his secret trips to my bedroom got worse. They happened more often, any chance he could get he would. One time he signed me out of school took me home, while my mom was at work. He made me do all kinds of things to him, and he did so many things to me that hurt. It hurt so badly. I cried so hard, but there was nothin' I could do. I didn't want him to kill my mother.

Finally one night after he had hit my mom yet -again- she had enough. Next thing I knew she was telling me about a job offer she got in New York City and we were leaving as soon as we could, that she was taking it. She said we would be safe there, that he wouldn't hurt me. Then she told me about my dad.

I was uber mad at her for a while, 'cause she didn't tell me sooner. For a long time I was calling Greg dad when he wasn't dad. Greg was just a mean man who likes to hurt me, who made me have sex with him. He wasn't my dad he was an ass hole!

We moved to New York, she filed for divorce. He didn't like that, and he was going to do whatever he could to take me away from my mother. He was serious too, and I was so scared 'cause I didn't wanna be with him. I knew what would happen if I was with him.

I don't know why I told him, but I did. When he asked me about what my step dad did. I just came out. When he asked if Greg hurt my mom or me, I said yes, and then when he asked if he hit me I said yea, 'cause after all he did. I told him everything. Then when he asked what else he did, I was scared to tell him at first, more ashamed of myself for letting someone do that to me. But then I remembered what my mom said, that if she wasn't around that he was the one I should go to. That no matter what he would protect me. So I told him, and actually it wasn't that bad, I don't know how he took it. It was really hard to tell.

He said he was sorry, and he hugged me. Which at first was a little weird, some stranger...or some guy who is suppose to be my dad, but still a stranger to me hugged me. Then after realizing he wasn't going to hurt me I let him do it. After all he is my -real- dad. So after I told him I begged him not to send me back with Greg, I was almost about to cry, but I couldn't. My eyes were so dry from cryin' when I found out my ma died that there weren't any tears left for me to cry. Out of nowhere I called him Dad, just like that. It was as if I had been around him all my life, or somethin' Maybe it was 'cause I was scared and Missouri was the last place I wanted to go back to, or maybe it was 'cause I knew he would keep me safe. Whatever it was I called him dad.

Some how a few tears managed to fall, I don't know how but they did and there was this strange man, I call dad comforting me, making me feel safe. And I did. For the first time in a long time I did feel safe.

We left the hospital, my backpack slung over my shoulder. Everything, that was important to me in there. My diary, I had to have that. My cell phone, my sketchpad, which I never go anywhere with out. A few pens and pencils, some colored pencils as well. But most of all, my most prized possession of all, my teddy bear. The one my -real- dad gave me, or so my mom says. His name is Co-Co bear. -Anywhere- I go, the bear goes, I wonder if my dad even knows I still have it.

I sit in the back of his police car. I always wondered what it would be like to ride in the back of a police car....well it really ain't all that. I got a few strange looks from cars passing by. They must think I'm under arrest. If my dad weren't in the car, I'd flip them the bird. People really can be nosey and ignorant. This city seems to have tons of -those- nosey and ignorant people.

I didn't ask why we had to go back to the police station. Maybe he had to return the car, which I understand but he could have dropped me off at his place first then again maybe not. Whatever the reason is I just want to get there. I just want to get to the friggin' station and go back home...I mean to my dad's place. It's really not home. Home is the little two-bedroom apartment in the SoHo part of the city. That's the place my mom and me have called home fore almost two months. That's the home I know. Guess I'll never be going back there; it's not my home, not anymore. My Mom died. I have no home....I have no mom.

I want this day to end -so- bad. I wish I wish that I could go to sleep and never wake up. I wish I would have died, and then I could still have my mom. Then I wouldn't have to hurt inside, I wouldn't haveta be in pain anymore. I wouldn't haveta be scared of him....of Greg. I wouldn't haveta.

So I'm 13 years old and I wanna die. Big fucking deal. If you lived my life, you'd feel the same way. If some man made you have sex with him and hurt you for five years. You would too. If you just lost, the single most important person in your life. The person who was there for you no matter what, through thick and through thin? Then you would wanna die to. They say death is a permanent cure for a temporary situation. Well whoever said that, -never- lived the shitty life I have.

I look up front at the man, that's my dad. He seems awfully nervous. I feel even worse now. I bet everything in his life was working for him just fine. It was how he planned it, then all of the sudden his long lost 13-year-old daughter comes along, and everything falls apart. Could be a little worse. I could be 13-months-old, and he'd haveta change my shit an' pissed filled diapers all day.

I'm not too worried about him though. From what my mom said, he was one of the best people she had ever known. She really loved him, she said. She also said she was stupid for leaving him, for taking me away from him. For not giving him a chance to be a good father, well now is his chance. Here I am, in the flesh Morgan Rose, I guess Rose is my dad's mom's name. My grandma. But here I am Morgan Rose Boscorelli, and for my dad. It's now or never.

The police car finally comes to a stop, I look out. Looks like we're there. My dad and his partner, She seems so nice, suck we had to meet on these terms. So my dad and her get out. I sit in the back for a few. Collectin' my thoughts and what not. Also I can't open the damn door from the inside. Gotta wait for my dad to do it. Finally he does. He reaches his hand out. To help me out of the car, I hesitate, but take it anyways. as he closes the door behind me.

"I gotta talk to my boss.," he says to me. "Won't take long, Go with Sasha an' she'll getcha somethin' to eat out of the vendin' machine." he hands me a few dollars then looks it his partner. "If it costs more then that. I'll pay you back."

Oh great so now I'm a charity case.

"Don't worry about it Bosco." Sasha replies to him, placing her arm around me. "She and I can get to know each other."

Lucky me, now Oprah over here is going to put me on her show. Don't get me wrong, Sasha seems nice, but Jesus fucking Christ lady, my mother just died, and my long lost father now has custody of me, for the time being. You really think I wanna get to know -you-? No I need to get to know him, my father, that's who I need to get to know.

My dad places each of his hands on each of my shoulders. "I promise you I won't be long." he says all fatherly like and shit, before kissing the top of my head.

He walks off and I follow Sasha, not really wanting to. I rather be throwing myself in front of the 4:45 express train, but that jus' ain't happenin' right now is it?"

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