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: I love all the reviews. Seriously you guys thank you so much. Please keep them up it -really- really helps me write more. Also if you have any ideas feel free to share because I'm kind of running out of ideas. So speak up. Other then hooking Bosco up with Kennedy. No.

"It's not too bad, so if you just keep ice on it. That should keep the swelling down." Carlos said handing Kennedy an ice pack.

"Thanks." she said holding it up to her eye. She winced. It was a lot colder then she thought it would be. She brought it back down. So it would be black and blue, better then frostbitten.

"No problem." Carlos replied climbing in the back of the bus. He shut the door and started treating the other gunman.

Kennedy turned to Bosco. "We should get back to the precinct, start on our paperwork." She walked passed him not even waiting for an answer as she walked to the RMP, she slid in waiting for Bosco.

Bosco followed her getting in on the drivers side. He turned to her. "Not gunna use the ice pack?"

"No I'm not." Kennedy tossed it to the floor. "Why didja tell my dad huh?"

"He needed to know." Bosco replied driving off.

"No he didn't. I don't need him babying me anytime some little thing happens on the job. The other officers, they won't take me seriously. I don' need you gettin' all worried 'bout somethin' as stupid as a black eye, and then ratting me out to my dad. I don't want people thinking I can't do the job an' that I'm only here because of my last name. Bosco I can handle my own. When I can't you'll be the first to know. But for now.... remember gotta learn from the streets."

"Sorry I didn't know it was such a huge civil issues." Bosco stared ahead at the road. "I was just concerned, that's all."

"Why 'cause I'm a female or 'cause I'm the boss's daughter?"

"'Cause you're my partner."

Kennedy sat silent for moment. "I know -- I know you are. It's just. Bosco my last name is Swersky an' a lotta people at the 55 are going to be thinkin' that I'm going to get a way with whatever or be treated differently just because of that. I don't want that. I want to be treated just like everyone else here. Like my last name was something other then Swersky, so unless I'm dying, don't tell my Dad. I can tell him."

He turned to her for a moment. "Okay unless you're bleedin' an' dayin' I won't say nothin' to the old man."

"Promise?" a small smile crossed her lips.

"Only if you put the ice pack back on your eye."

She shook her head. "No can do, way to cold. Gave me a headache. It's friggin' cold. And I figured a black eye is better then frostbite.

"C'mon it can't be that cold."

Kennedy picked it up and just pressed it against Bosco's cheek.

"Okay so it can be," he said shivering a bit. "Damn."

"Now you know why it's on the floor and not my face."

"That should come with a warning label."

"It does. Do not eat. Harmful or fatal if swallowed, for external use only." She read it off.

"No way, you mean people have actually tried to eat that crap?"

"Obviously that's why the warning is there. Lighter fluid has a warning not to drink."

Bosco laughed. "I never thought I'd ever say this. But can people be that stupid?"

"Is a curling iron has a warning label not to insert into any body orifices, while on. Then yes, yes they can. Yet it says nothing about doing it while turned off."

"I don't want to know who tried that." Bosco shook his head.

"Someone -really- stupid."

Bosco smirked. "Apparently."

Kennedy was already changed into her street clothes, standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair out.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" Bosco asked her standing at the door.

"Yup, I'll be here."

He smiled softly. "Good, see you then. Night."

"Night Bosco."

Bosco walked out of the locker room and headed out for the night. 'Night boss." he said passing the desk.

"Night Bosco, thanks for watching over my little girl."

Bosco nodded. "No problem, I liked workin' with her. She's gotta real good head on her shoulders, definitely got it from you."

Swersky laughed softly. "No need to kiss my ass Bosco."

"I -- I wasn't." he nervously stammered.

"See you tomorrow, and Bosco. Try and be here on time."

Bosco laughed. "No problem." he made his way out of the precinct.

A few minuets later Kennedy walked out of the locker room, and over to the desk.

Swersky looked up. "Almost done here, need to sign off on a few 61's and we can go home. How's the eye."

She shrugged. "Doesn't even hurt." she walked behind the desk sitting down; she dropped her bag at her side.

"Be sure to tell your mother that when she tells me I have to sleep on the couch." He signed a few papers, and then read over a few more.

"Dad relax, I'll tell mom I walked into a door, or something."

"Your mother won't buy it. We've been married 25 years now and not once as she bought any story like that."

"Because you tell them, Dad you aren't the best lair in the world. Least not when you're lying to mom. I'll tell her an' if she doesn't believe me. Oh well, you can have my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

He laughed putting a few papers in a folder, then putting it away. "You hungry, I was thinking maybe we go to Tommy's. Get a burger, maybe a shake. Like old times? The rest of the Yankee's Red Sox game is on. I'm sure it will be playing there."

"Why not, better call mom and tell her. So she doesn't think we're dead and freak out."

"I'm going to go change." he handed her the keys to the car. "Then call your mother. I'll meet you outside." he leaned in and went to kiss her cheek but stopped. "Oh yeah no kisses at the precinct."

"Okay." she took the keys. "See you in a few." she took a few steps back. "Exactly, no kisses at work period."

Kennedy dipped one of her fries into a puddle of ketchup, and then stuffed it into her mouth.

"So how was working with Bosco?" Swersky asked his daughter.

She chewed then swallowed. "Good, I liked it. He's an interesting person."

Swersky laughed. Bosco was definitely interesting. "So don't mind working with him for the remainder of your training weeks."

"No, unless you don't want me too?" Kennedy took a swig of her strawberry shake.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know. Bosco didn't know why you picked him over, someone like Sullivan as my training officer."

Swersky looked at his daughter. "Truthfully, there's no other officer in this precinct I couldn't trust more with my daughter then Bosco. Sure Boscorelli has a temper, but I know that if you needed it he would have your back. No matter what."

"Bosco is a good guy, I just think he's misunderstood."

Swersky looked at his daughter. "Misunderstood. I understand Boscorelli. Just don't date him or anything."

"Dad he's too old for me. Besides I'm with Rick, I don't think he'd like me dating Bosco."

"Never thought I'd be thankful for you dating Rick." he rested back in the booth, watching his daughter. "I'm proud of you sweetheart."

She smiled softly stuffing another French fry into her mouth. "Thanks Dad."

"I have a feeling you're going to be a great cop. Kinda like your old man."

Kennedy rolled her eyes at his comment. "Thanks."

"I will say I was a little scared when I heard Bosco on the radio, saying he had shots fired."

"Yea well to tell you the truth dad I was a little scared myself, it was crazy. For a moment it was like everything I learned in the academy was gone, but then suddenly it came back an' I knew I had a job to do."

He leaned in a little. "It's okay to be scared every now and then, don't think it isn't."

"I know Dad."

"And if you're ever unsure about anything-"

She cut him off. "I can come to you, I know."

"Good. So you ready to go home. Explain to your mother about the black eye."

"Yea 'cause I'm really looking forward to doin' that. She better not make me quit."

"She won't make you quit." He took some money for his wallet, to pay the bill. "It's just going to make her worry more."

"Great just what I need." Kennedy finished the last of her milkshake quickly.

"She's your mother, she loves you and she worries. She worries about me too. But after 25 years of marriage, I've learned when to tune it out." she smiled softly putting his arm around his daughter he kissed her on her temple. "Let's go pay for this and go home."