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.

Kennedy put the empty shot glass down. "Gimmie 'nother." She grinned and turned to Bosco still grinning. "More please." She started laughing. "You aren't the bar tender." She turned as the bar tender poured her another shot of whiskey. Kennedy pointed and started laughing you're the bar tender." She picked the shot glass up. "Cheers!" She swallowed the liquor.

"Kennedy." Bosco said. He had been watching her for a few hours, go from on alcoholic beverage to another. "Kennedy, you've had enough."

She pointed to the shot glass with her finger. "Fill her up." She turned to Bosco. "Don' tell me when I had enough Maurice Boscorelli! I'm fine, you don' know me."

Bosco sighed. Last thing he wanted to do was pick a fight with his partner, who also happened to be the Lieutenants daughter. "Kennedy," his voice softened. "you're right I don' know you. But I think I know you well enough to know. This isn't you."

"Two years Bosco." She held up four fingers. "Almost three. I dated him. I loved him so much. We had so much in common." She downed the shot quickly ordering a beer. "He was the one, he was Bosco. We planned on gettin' married. But the whole time he was doin' hookers. Behind my back. That's what I get for bein' ugly."

Bosco sighed listening to her story, he wanted to go back to lockup and break the other side of Rick's jaw, because he knew he could. "It's not because you're ugly." He said softly. "You aren't. He's a jag-off. I'm sure your father would agree with me, when I say you can do better an' you deserve better."

The bar tender slid her a bottle of beer. She took it bringing the rim of it up to her lips, Kennedy took a large swig. "I loved him so much Bosco. I loved him to death. This is how he treats me." She felt a tear fall down her cheek as she turned away taking another sip.

"C'mon," he took the beer bottle from her hand, "let's go to my place, you can sleep this off there." He noticed the tear falling down her cheek and he suddenly felt awkward he wasn't sure if he should wipe it off, or ignore it. Taking a napkin he handed it to her. Now she could wipe it off, he'd look like cared. Which he didn't but it wouldn't look like he wanted to get into her pants or anything.

She took one more sip after Bosco had put the bottle down, she pulled out her money just leaving some on the bar. She climbed off of stool stumbling.

Bosco quickly reached out catching her.

"Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down." Kennedy laughed as Bosco escorted her out of the bar.

"This one almost did." Bosco mumbled to himself. Once outside he found a cab and helped Kennedy in. He told the cabbie his address and they were off.

"I never did nothin' to him."

"Anything." Bosco said trying to correct her.

"Thank you Webster's Dictionary." She retorted. "I'd died for him."

"Don' think your father would have liked that much."

She sniffled a little. "Bosco I never loved someone so much, well someone I wasn't related too." She turned to him. "What did I do? Where did I go wrong? What's wrong with me?"

Bosco sighed, an emotional female, who was also drunk. This really wasn't his strong suit. "It's not you, you didn't do anything."

"Then why turn to a hooker?"

"He's a jag-off Kennedy, that's why. There's better guys out there. Way better. Guys your old man would actually like. Guys that aren't Rick."

"Guys who don' want me." She said. "They don' want girls like me." She mused.

"Then they're stupid. Any guy would be lucky to have you." He couldn't believe he was giving Swersky daughter advice on guys. Him, of all people. But he figured she needed to hear it, she needed to know there are guys out there. Who weren't jag-off's who would treat her like she deserved to be treated.

"Apparently the only one who's stupid here is me. I'm stupid to think Rick was only with me. Stupid to not know he was off fuckin' some whores behind my back."

Bosco sighed. "You aren't stupid, you didn't know."

She gazed at him saying nothing, as her eyes watched out of the cab window.

The cab stopped outside of Bosco's apartment. He paid him, then helped Kennedy out. "Don' mind the mess, I was expecting any company." He steadied her up the stairs, pulling his keys out to unlock the door as he did. "You take my bed, I'll take the couch." Unlocking the door he lead her inside.

Kennedy's eyes wandered around. "I like whatcha did with the place." She lets a hiccup escape and started laughing again.

"Like I said it's not much, but it's home." He turned a light on.

Kennedy turned to him. "Definitely a bachelor pad." She watched him disappear into his room, cleaning his bed off and fixing it up for her. She then watched as he moved over to his dresser drawer, pulling out some sweats he handed them to her.

"They might be a little big on you, but the bottoms, they have a draw string so you can tighten them. If you want to take a shower, there's clean towels in the hall closet."

Her eyes were still fixed on him. "Right." she said softly. "Okay thanks." She shrugged out of her coat, as Bosco took it from her and hung it up.

"You'll be okay Kennedy, you'll see. Before you know it you'll find someone ten times better then Rick."

She watched Bosco stand in the doorway. "Yea, I'm sure I will." Her head was spinning, she knew she was going to feel this in the morning. She took a few steps closer to Bosco. "Yea, I guess you're right." Taking a deep breath, she closed in on Bosco, her eyes closed she let her lips find his.

"Whoa!" Bosco was definitely caught off guard by this. He pushed her lips off of his. "Kennedy no."

"What." She tried leaning in for a second kiss, only to be rejected. "What's wrong Bosco? You don' want me? Am I not sexy?"

"Kennedy, not it's not that. We jus' -- we'd both regret it in the mornin'."

Kennedy shook her head. "I wouldn't, I want this. I've been watchin' you Bosco, you know what I mean?" She tried one more time to kiss him.

"Kennedy. No. We can't, jus' stop. Go get some sleep okay." He nodded his head a few times. His partner was coming on to him. Not just any partner, one who was the boss's daughter.

She trailed a finger down his chest, to his groin area. She grabbed his package. Maybe that would work. A smile crossed her face.

Bosco jumped, taking a few steps back he hit the wall. "Kennedy, look. This -- we can't do this. Okay. Stop." Her father would kill him.

"You said I wasn't ugly." She tried her best to reason with him.

"An' you aren't." Bosco said. "We're partners we can't. It would mess a lotta things up. Believe me I know."

"Oh you talkin' 'bout Cruz?" A flirtatious smile crossed her lips as she took a few more steps closer.

He nodded. "Yea, I guess I am."

"I'm not her. I'm not crooked, I'm not dirty. I'm not-" She paused. "Loose."

Bosco clenched his fists tightly, he couldn't do this. There was no way. He watched as she began stripping her clothes off. He had a half naked woman standing in front of him. But he still couldn't do it. He had way too much respect for her, to do it. Any other woman, he would have. He didn't have respect for them, they were just quick fucks. A lay. He was just getting his dick wet. Kennedy was his partner, the boss's daughter and she definitely wasn't Cruz. "Kennedy jus' get some sleep. Please." He begged her.

Kennedy sighed. "Fine, but I'm not askin' again." She said heading to his room, pulling his sweat shirt over her head. "You wanted me didn't you."

"Goodnight Kennedy."

She nodded smiling from ear to ear. "Yup you wanted me."

Bosco watched her climb under the sheets, once he knew she was in bed. he turned the bedroom lights off. "See you in the mornin' Kennedy."

Smelling food Kennedy slowly opened her eyes, then quickly grabbed her head. "Holy hell." She looked around the room and quickly sat up. Where was she? This wasn't her room. Who did she go home with? Who did she meet? What had she done?

She quickly got up going to the door she opened it. Her eyes went to the kitchen seeing Bosco. Crap. No way. They didn't. Had they? Her father was going to kill her. "Why am I here?" She asked walking into the kitchen.

"How's the head?" He handed her a class of orange juice and two aspirin. "You had a little too much to drink last night." He said pouring some pancake batter into the skillet.

"Did we?" she swallowed the aspirin.

Bosco looked at her. "Did we what?" he asked.

"Don' be stupid Bosco. Damn it, did we or didn't we?"

"Have sex?"

"Ding ding ding we have a winner." She hissed.

"No." Bosco replied scrambling some eggs. "We didn't." He turned to her, debating weather or not he should tell her about the kiss. He figured it was best if he didn't. "You hungry?'

"Kinda, but I'm gunna take a shower first." She told him.

"Okay, there's clean towels in the hall closet, an' a new bar of soap under the skin. I know how women are weird about usin' soap men use on their body."

She smiled. "Thanks." She finished her orange juice and headed to the bathroom.

Bosco finished making the pancakes, when her heard music coming from the table by the door. Walking to it he saw Kennedy's cell phone. He picked up answering it for her.

"Hello." A female voice came.

"Hello." Bosco replied.

"Who's this?" She asked.

"Bosco, who's this?"

"Bosco, "there was a pause. "Bosco where's my daughter?"

Oh shit! "Uhm she's in the shower." He replied. He was fucked.

"Is she at your place?" Mrs. Swersky asked.

Bosco paused he wasn't sure if he should answer that. "Yea."

"You know she never came home last night?" Mrs. Swersky said in an angry motherly voice.

Bosco had to admit, he was scared of her. He was more scared of what was going to happen when Kennedy's Dad found out. "Yea I know, she came over." He thought for a moment. "We watched a movie, she ended up fallin' asleep. I didn't want to wake her."

Mrs. Swersky had her doubts. "I don't believe you. You tell my daughter to call me as soon as she gets out of the shower."

"Yes ma'am." He said as she hung up. He ended the call on Kennedy's end of the line. Great.