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.

Bosco drove his eyes on the road, he looked over at Kennedy as they slowed down, coming to a stop at a red light. "So you hungry?" he asked. He was doing his best to make small talk.

Kennedy looked at her watch. "Bosco it's 4:30, we jus' basically started our shift."

"I know but I'm hungry, I didn't eat lunch." A small frown came on his face.

"Who's fault is that?" She asked Bosco.

"Mine, but I hadda good reason. Hadda take my Ma to a doctors appointment." He looked over at her again. Under all that dirty blonde hair she had, she looked just like her father.

She smiled. "That's so sweet." She said still smiling. "That you take care of your mother like that."

"Not like anyone else is gunna do it," He replied with a shrug. "'Sides it's my mother. Kinda my job. So are you?" Bosco asked changing the subject.

"Am I what?" Kennedy questioned Bosco.

"Hungry?"

"Not really, but if you are. I guess we could stop somewhere." She shrugged.

"Good, sounds good." He said nervously. Maybe if they tried to stay off the streets, trouble wouldn't find them. They'd have to find it. Then he knew nothing would happen to Kennedy. Bosco didn't want to be the one who got Swersky daughter shot. "So you have any brothers or sisters?'

"Nope, only child." She replied scratching behind her ear.

Not just his daughter, but his only child.. He could hear Swersky chewing his head off now. Yeah they were definitely hiding.

"That's good. Don' haveta share none'a toys with anyone." Bosco told her.

"True, but I didn't have no one to play with when I was younger. I had to rely on my imagination."

"You didn't have any friends?"

"Oh sure I did, but they couldn't -always- play. They had parents who had their own set of rules." She looked over at him.

"Right. So How old are you?" He asked.

"23 I'll be 24 in a few months." Kennedy replied. "I went to college before the academy."

"Oh really?" Bosco smiled turning to her. "Where'd you go?"

"NYU." She replied. "I studied Sociology."

"That's good, so what made you wanna be a cop an' see all this shit, everyday?" He made a left hand turn driving down King.

"Watchin' my father. I don't know. I kinda always wanted to be one. Since I was a kid. I'd dress up in my Dads uniform shirt walk around the house, like I was a cop. Dressed up for one on Halloween five years in a row."

Bosco nodded, stopping in front of a restaurant. "That's good, least you knew what you were goin' to do with your life." He said turning the car off, and getting out.

Kennedy followed him into the restaurant. "Yeah, it helps."

"Your old man have a fit when he found out?" Bosco held the door open for her.

"No, my Mom did though. She nearly had a heart attack. I thought she was going to kill me, then my Dad."

"Well if I had a daughter an' she tol' me she wanted to be in blue. I'd prob'ly kick her ass."

"Why?" Kennedy slid into a booth.

"'Cause it's dangerous, I wouldn't want her seein' this shit." Bosco pulled out a menu reading through it.

"No more dangerous then walkin' down the street." She looked at him. "Can't shelter people all their lives."

"No you can't, but ya know?" He shrugged.

"So then you have no kids?" She asked.

"Not that I know of." Bosco smirked.

"Are you sayin' you're a manwhore?"

Bosco stared at her, he never thought he would ever have this conversation with the boss's daughter. Thought it really shouldn't surprise him. He had slept with the captains daughter. "A manwhore?"

"A man who freely sleeps around with females." She smiled softly.

"Yea I know what it is. No I'm not a manwhore. No I don't have any kids."

"Not that you know of. Least that's what you said." She smiled at him seeing the frustration in his face.

"I know what I said. I'm sure I don't have any kids. In fact I'm positive."

"Oh so you always use protection?" She asked.

"Aren't we gettin' a little personal for the first day?" Bosco looked at her.

Kennedy smiled at the waitress as she placed a glass of water in front of her, she turned to Bosco and shrugged. "What can I say, I -love- juicy gossip."

"Well leave my sex life outta it." He said rather harshly. "Gimmie a double cheeseburger an' fries, with a coke." He handed the waitress his menu.

"I guess I'll have a turkey sandwich, with Swiss cheese and some fries," Kennedy handed the waitress her menu as well.

"Okay your order will be up shortly." She smiled sweetly before leaving.

"Little touchy huh Bosco?" Kennedy questioned.

"No, I jus' don' think my sex life is any of your business."

Kennedy put her hands up. "Sorry forget I brought it up."

"All ready done." He replied.

Kennedy looked at him a minuet before shaking her head tracing her finger the rim of her glass. She brought it up to her lips and took a swig, putting the glass back down. Two points for her, wasn't even two hours into her first shift and she managed to piss her partner off. She didn't mean to she just liked gossip. "I'm really sorry Bosco." She looked up at him, her voice serious.

"Hey don' sweat it okay. Like I said I already forgot 'bout it."

"Thanks." She replied softly.

So far the shift had gone rather smoothly, nothing major. A speeding ticket, a domestic disturbance, stuff they could handle, stuff Bosco didn't have to worry about Kennedy getting hurt and Swersky killing him.

"So were you serious early?" Kennedy asked Bosco.

"When what?" Bosco had obviously forgotten what they talked about.

"When you said that if you had a daughter you wouldn't want her to be a cop?"

He nodded. "Jus' don' think she should see what I -- we see."

"But if every parent thought that there'd be no cops an' we would be much worse." She looked at him. "If you had a son would you think differently?"

"Maybe." Bosco replied.

"So then you think girls can't do this job as well as guys?"

"No, that's not at all what I think. My old partner was female an' she happens to be a detective now." Bosco said matter-of-factly, he was real proud of Faith.

"Faith Yokas right?" She asked. "Yea I know."

"Yea Yokas. I jus' don't want -my- daughter doin' this. If I had one."

"But what if she really wanted to do it, would you not let her?"

Bosco looked at her. "I'd haveta think 'bout it when the time came. You said your mother hadda fit when she found out you were goin' in the blue."

Kennedy nodded. "More then a fit, she stroked out I swear. But my Dad he knew what it meant to me an' reassured her that everythin' would be okay. That's why I'm at the 55 and not some other precinct."

"Why not ride with him, so he could keep an eye on you?" Bosco asked.

"Because he doesn't ride beat and two One P.P wouldn't allow it." She shrugged her shoulders. "Why you don' wanna ride with me?"

"No, it's not that." He replied.

"Then what exactly is it?"

He looked over at her, then looked back at the road. "Jus' why did he pick me? Why not someone like Sullivan, someone who's not me?"

"Sullivan's with Monroe." She matter-of-factly said.

"I could've ridden with Monroe an' your dad could have put you with Sullivan." He told her.

"Maybe my dad really likes you."

He let out a snort. "Obviously you don't know everything 'bout me then. I don't exactly have the best track record." Bosco told her.

"So, that doesn't mean anythin'. I don't except my dad to treat me any different then any other officer here at the 55. If he put me with you, made you my training officer he obviously has his reason and obviously has no problems with it. Unless you do? In which case you really should tell my dad."

"I don't have anythin' wrong with it. Jus' really surprised. That's all."

"Hey, think of it this way, least you know my dad trusts you enough as an officer, to make you my training officer."

He nodded. "Guess you have a point there."

"Relax Bosco, there's nothing to worry 'bout. I'm not goin' to rat on you to my dad if you do anythin' you shouldn't do. Unless it's really bad. I've learned a few things or two from my dad. Sometimes, ya gotta bend the rules to make the system work."

"Wow." he said, shock in his voice.

"What?"

He looked over at her. "For a rookie, you're really smart."

"Thanks, I guess. You aren't jus' sayin' that to win points with me an' hopefully my dad?"

"No, I'm sayin' it 'cause it's true. If all rookies had a head on their shoulders like you, I wouldn't hate them so much."

She shook her head. "Shouldn't hate rookies Bosco, you were one yourself once."

"That was different."

"Oh really how so, enlighten me?"

"I'm Maurice Boscorelli." He said a smirk on his lips.

She just started. "Is there a point to this?"

"I wasn't like most rookies that's all."

She laughed. "No you were jus' a little different, little special. But it's not really a bad thing."

He looked over at her. "Thanks -- I guess." Bosco replied just as the radio came to life.

"55 David, reports of shots fired 92nd and Cline."

"55 David responding 92nd and Cline." Kennedy said into the mic. "Now that's what I'm talkin' about. Finally some action." She rubbed her hands together.

"Shit." Bosco mused under his breath. Shots fired, it wouldn't be easy to protect Swersky's daughter, but he would do his best.

He skidded the RMP to a stop hearing shots being fired. He turned to Kennedy. "Get out, an' stay behind the door, don' do anythin' unless I say. Got it?"

She nodded. Opening the door she crouched behind the door pulling her gun out. Making sure she was ready for whatever happened.

Bosco spotted two Hispanic men firing at each other in an alley. He looked over at Kennedy. "Follow me."

She nodded just as one of the bullets shattered the window above her.

"This is 55 David." Bosco yelled into his radio. "We have shot fired at our location 92nd and Cline. We need backup." He looked at Kennedy. "You okay?"

She nodded her hand wrapped tightly around her gun. "Yea."

"Follow me, stay right behind me. But watch where you are goin'."

She nodded.

"On my count. 1-2-3..." He started moving to a wall, looking behind him he could see Kennedy he knew she was near by. He aimed his gun in front of him. "Drop your weapons." Bosco hissed at him, his finger on the trigger.

Kennedy was right behind him, not a hint of fear. "I suggest you do as he says." Her gun also aimed out in front of him as she backed up her partner. Her shot wasn't something she was worried about. She spent many hours bonding with her father at the gun range. One of the things they both really enjoyed. Years of that definitely paid off.

The shorter, stocky man looked at them and slowly went to put his gun down, put quickly brought it back up firing at both of them, Bosco fired back hitting the guy in the arm causing the gun to fall out of his hand. He let a few curse words follow under his breath as the other guy took off.

"I got him." Kennedy said darting off after him.

"Damn it!" Bosco said calling for a bus, he ran over to the man he had just shot and cuffed his good arm to a stop sign, before chasing after Kennedy and the other gunman. He wasn't about to let Kennedy out of his sight. By the time Bosco had caught up with her, she was busy wrestling the gunman to the ground, when he reached up, punching Kennedy in the eye. "Oh you little jag-off." Bosco hissed, helping Kennedy get the cuffs on him. "Assault on a police officer, they D.A definitely won't like that."

He watched Kennedy pulled the perp up to his feet. "You okay?" He asked her looking at her eye. Her father wasn't going to be happy with that. Or him for that matter.

"Fine." she replied. "It stings but I'm fine."

"You should have the medic look at it." He said walking back with her, one arm firmly on the gunman's right arm.

"Bosco, really I'm fine. I'll have a black eye, big deal." Kennedy shook her head.

"You could have some kinda nerve damage or somethin'. Your ocular nerve. Yeah." He nodded.

"Been watching ER huh?" she looked at him as they approached the RMP. "Do you even know what ocular means Bosco?"

"It has somethin' to do with the eye." He replied to her.

She shook her head. "Better watch some more ER Bosco." she shoved the gunman into the back of the RMP just as FDNY pulled up with a few squad cars behind, her father getting out of one of them. he ran towards her. "Damn it." she mused.

"What the hell happened here?" Swersky asked.

"Two idiots thought shootin' at each other was fun. They didn't hit anyone. Bosco shot that one." she nodded towards the medics. "In the arm, I chased after the other one, he's in the back of the RMP right now, we were gunna bring him in."

"He hit her in the eye, boss. She's gunna have a nice shiner." Bosco said.

Kennedy shot Bosco a look.

Swersky took his daughters chin in his hand looking at her eye. "You okay?" He turned her face to him, gently touching her swelling eye.

"I'm fine Dad. It's jus' a black eye." Kennedy whined.

"I tol' her she should let the medics look at it." Bosco spoke up.

"I think he's right." Swersky retorted.

"Dad--" Kennedy begged. "C'mon, I've had dozen of black eyes before."

"Kennedy Marie." Swersky said in his fatherly like voice. "Let them look at it, so your mother doesn't kill me tonight."

She kicked a stone. "Fine - fine whatever." She was going to kill Bosco for opening up his mouth, she shot him another look.

Bosco quickly looked away, he knew he had become a marked man.

Swersky looked towards the RMP. "How'd that happen?"

"The short one shot it out." Kennedy replied.

"Okay, put him in the back of 55 Frank, they can transport. Get your eye looked at, if they tell you to go to Mercy you go." Swersky pointed his finger at her. "Bosco you make sure she does whatever the medics say."

"Yes boss." he gave him a firm nod.

"Once everything is cleared you two return to the house and start on your paperwork." Swersky told them.

Kennedy nodded. "Okay." She watched him walk away and turned to Bosco. "Ya hadda open your big mouth didn't you, and tell him 'bout my eye?"

"What else was I suppose to do? If he found out afttawards, he'd chew my ass out." Bosco replied to her.

"I was gunna deal with that, really I was. Now I gotta go inconvenience the medics, and all." she shook her head. "Thank you Bosco, really."

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"Now you do." she replied walking over to the medics.

Bosco took a moment before following. It was going to be a very long few weeks.