Title: Daddy's Little Girl (subject to change)
Rating: PG-13
Players: Bosco, Faith, Swersky, others. One original
Category: fluff/comedy
Summary: There's a new rookie at the 55. Bosco is her training officer
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: Okay this kinda came to me as a dream, but before then I kind of thought of it as a roleplay character. But the idea for the plot of the story is a dream. This is just a short preview to see if anyone is intrested in actually reading it.

She pushed her curly blonde hair behind her ears; taking a deep breath she pushed the door to the locker room open. It was really strange, in all the years her father had worked here she had never once stepped foot into the precinct. He didn't think it was a wise idea. Little did he know that she was old enough that she would follow in his footsteps and become a cop herself.

She made her way to a empty locker at the end, away from everyone. Away from the whispers that started as soon as she had walked in. She was surprised, she figured it would happen. She was a rookie, fresh meat, someone they hadn't seen before.

She had dressed at home, not wanting to be late on the first day, wanting to be on time. It definitely wouldn't look good if she was late. Not at all. She put her few belongings, she had brought into her locker. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, body spray. She may have been a cop, but she was still a woman. She still liked her "girly girl stuff." Stuff she couldn't live with out.

She stacked them neatly on the top shelf, then put up a mirror on her locker door. Pulling her brush out of her purse, she quickly ran it through her long hair, fixing it back into a tight ponytail. When she was sure she was ready she locked up her locker and headed for roll call.

She found a seat two rows back and sat down, putting her cap on her large navy blue binder. With the NYPD seal on it. It was filled with rules and regulations. Everything she had learned in the academy and then some. She thought going to NYU and majoring in sociology was a pain in the ass. There were summonses for everything. Even feeding pigeons in the park. Feeding pigeons in the park, and a person could get a ticket. Stupid city, trying to make an few extra dollars on people feeding birds. She snapped out of the daze she was in when the door opened and Swersky walked in.

He had a meeting so he knew he had to make roll quick. There would be no time for chit chat. He went over the usual, any information for the 7am-3pm shift that they might need to know.

"I'd like to welcome are newest graduate from the academy." He paused pointing to her. "Officer Kennedy Swersky." he smiled at her.

Suddenly the room grew silent, before erupting in whispers.

"Swersky's gotta a daughter." Bosco mumbled to himself. "Never knew."

"Boscorelli." Swersky spoke.

"Yes sir?" he asked sitting up. "Whatever it is. I didn't do it."

"You'll be Kennedy's training officer." he said firmly.

"Me?" he asked. "You want me to do it?"

"No the other Boscorelli." he replied. "Yes you, and you'll be riding in 55-David."

Now that Faith was a detective he had been bouncing between partners left and right. He had been through more partners in the past few months then most people had been through underwear.

"Take good care of her, make sure nothing happens to her. Eyes and ears open out there folks." he said before gathering up his papers and leaving roll.

Great so now I'm baby-sitting the boss's daughter. "Yes sir." He replied nervously standing up, placing his cap on to his head. He walked over to her, extending his hand. "Maurice Boscorelli, but everyone calls me Bosco."

She smiled softly, shaking his hand. "Yea, I know who you are. I've heard many stories 'bout you."

Bosco smiled back at her. "Really, well I'm flattered."

"Don't be. So you ready to get out there?" she asked picking up her large binder.

"Yeah." he took her binder from her. "What's this?"

"They gave it to us in the academy. It has all the rules and regulations and a bunch of other stuff." She said walking with him.

"Oh yeah?" he threw it into the garbage. "Well you won't be needin' it." he stood in line waiting for their radios.

"But?" she looked back at the trashcan, then too Bosco. Extremely confused.

"Look you can't learn this job from some three ring binder. Ya gotta learn it by doin' the job itself." The line moved up a little. "It's all 'bout how you play the game."

"But don' you need rules to play the game?" she questioned.

"Not this game. Take the rules, an' forget 'bout them. 'Cause the people in this pit of a city, they don' follow the rules either."

"That makes no sense Bosco." she replied.

"It will." he took a radio signed for it, and moved over so she could do the same.

She nodded her head in reply. "I really hope so." she replied matter-of-factly.

"Jus' trust me on this." he told her heading out of the precinct and to the RMP. "You'll see, by the end of the day. You'll see what I mean."