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.

A/N-2: Thanks for everyone's help, Stella, Seattlegirl, everyone. This fic is slowly coming along. Sadly though I just can't seem to keep my mind focused on it. Seems the general intrest that people showed in this story has died. Making it harder to write. Finding the will to write is becoming harder. This is a shorter chapter then the rest of them. But my muse was being a beotch and not giving me much to work with. Hopefully there will be a chapter seven. Depends on the response from the readers.

Also sorry it took so long for chapter six, I was out of town for a while.

Hearing the bathroom door open, Bosco watched as Kennedy walked out,
her wet blonde hair hanging past her shoulders. "Your mother called."

Kennedy looked up at him. "What? She called your house?"

Bosco shook his head. "No she called your cell phone, I uhm -- I answered it."

"You did what? Are you on dope Bosco?"

"I didn't know who it was. She wants you to call her back."

Kennedy stared at him. "My mother called my cell phone, an' you answered it?"

Bosco nodded.

"Damn it Bosco! What didja tell her? You didn't tell her I hadda hang
over. Did you?"

Bosco shook his head. "No. I tol' her you came over afta work, that we
watched movies, an' you fell asleep here."

Kennedy ran a hand through her hair. "Shit."

"You should call her."

"You shouldn't answer cell phones that aren't yours Bosco." Kennedy said harshly.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Yeah of course your sorry. Bosco she's gunna kill me. If she tells
my Dad, he's gunna kill you."

Bosco was aware of that, but was trying not to think about. "I know."

"Then if you know, why didja -" she threw her hands up. "Damn it!"

"Uhm you goin' to call her."

"No I'm not goin' to call her. Least not yet anyways." She replied.

Bosco looked at her. He wasn't sure what he could say.

"So this breakfast you made. Is it edible?"

"Of course, I ate it. I'm not dead."

"No offense Bosco, but right now I'm not sure if I should be happy
about that. Or mad."

He laughed a bit. "If your hungry I can fix you some. I held off on
yours so it'd be fresh. How do you like your eggs?"

"Sunny side up."

"You want some toast?" Bosco asked pulling two eggs out of the refrigerator.

"Wheat?" she asked.

"I have a few slices left. I don't eat wheat, but my - uhm, my girlfriend does."

"Awe Bosco's gotta a girlfriend."

Blush filled his cheeks. "So uhm wheat toast then?"

She nodded. "So what's her name?"

"Who?" Bosco asked. "My girlfriend?"

"No the slice of bread Bosco." She rolled her eyes. "Yes your girl
friend. Does she have a name?"

"Oh yeah, of course she does." Bosco replied.

"So then...?" she waited.

"Then?"

"What the hell is her name Bosco?" Kennedy smirked, sitting down.

"Why?"

She shrugged. "I tol' you I loved juicy gossip."

"Well don' worry 'bout it. Okay? She's really nice, she's smart, she's good lookin', she likes me for me. That's all that should matter."

"Wow she sounds uhm -- she sounds like uhm -- your mother."

Bosco threw a towel at her. "Shut up."

"She much be pretty special if you get all bright eyed like that when
you talk to her."

Bosco cracked two eggs into a frying pan. "I don' get bright eyed."

"Liar." Kennedy quickly replied. "You're blushin' right now."

He smiled. "Yea she's pretty special. How 'bout you. I mean besides
Rick, didja date anyone else?"

"Not really. They'd find out my Dad had a gun, then well -- they ran."

Bosco laughed. "Don' blame them."

"What's that suppose to mean?" Kennedy asked.

"Your dad, he can be pretty scary. I know I wouldn't want to come to
your door to ask you out and have your dad answer it."

"He's not that bad."

Bosco looked at her. "Apparently you haven't pissed him off."

She laughed. "Not like you have." she joked. "He's jus' - I don'
know. Maybe over protective I guess."

"You think?" He smirked placing some eggs on her plate, with a few
pieces of toast.

"Amazing! I think I might jus' be able to eat this without dying."

"Oh you're really funny Kennedy."

Swersky looked up as Faith walked in.

"Hey boss, how are you?" She asked.

He looked at her, then back down at his paperwork. "I've seen better
days. You heard from Boscorelli at all today?"

"Bosco? No why? What did he do now?"

Swersky put his pen down. "It's always something with Boscorelli."

"Lieu what's goin' on?"

He looked at her. "My wife called Kennedy's phone this morning. Bosco
answered, seems she stayed the night there."

Faith stared at him. "Kennedy that's your daughter? Right?"

He nodded. "Bosco told her that Kennedy came over, they watched
movies and Kennedy fell asleep." He sighed. "She had a rough shift last
night. She arrested her boyfriend that she had been seeing for the past two years,
over there on hooker row."

"That's tough. You're not thinking Bosco and Kennedy..."

"Slept together? I don't know." He didn't want to even think about Bosco sleeping with his daughter.

Faith sighed. "Lieu, I would think Bosco would have a lot more respect for your daughter, then that."

"I jus' hope what Bosco said was the truth" He told her. "Look I got paperwork I got
to finish up, if you hear from Bosco, or see him let me know."

"I will, no problem." Faith said. Turning, she saw Kennedy walking through the
door with Bosco.