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 interest that people showed in this story has died. Making it harder to write. Finding the will to write is becoming harder If this chapter seems to be spacey, forgive me. I've been sick. So my muse is spacey.
Taking a deep breath Kennedy recognized immediately that neither, Det. Faith Yokas nor her father looked very happy. She turned to Bosco for a moment, frowning. She really felt bad for dragging him into this mess.
"Bosco, go get dressed. I need to speak to my daughter…alone," her father said still watching Bosco, his eyes locked on him.
Kennedy swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat down. It was never a good sign when her father said that. Had she still been10 years old, she so would have been grounded.
"Um…yes sir." Realizing he was busted, Bosco hurried towards the locker room and Faith trailed behind him.
Picking up the phone, Lt. Swersky said, "Call your mother NOW."
She nodded. "Yes sir." Kennedy knew that now wasn't a good time to remind her father that she was a grown adult. He could only see the six year-old girl, she once was. Kennedy took the phone from his hand and dialed the number. Her father turned and busied himself with some paperwork, while she listened to her mother's lecture.
"Yea I'll be home tonight Mom, yes. Okay see you then." She hung up the phone and glanced at her father.
"Go get changed," was all he would say to her.
Kennedy stormed off to the locker room. Angry that she was being treated like a child. When she arrived, Bosco was the only one getting dressed. "What exactly did you say to my mother Bosco?"
"That we rented some movies, and you fell asleep while watching them."
"Well some how out of all of that, she seems to think you an' I slept together."
Bosco stopped what he was doing, that would explain Swersky's look. He was beyond busted, he was dead. "Well didja you tell her the truth, that we didn't?"
"No Bosco I tol' her we screwed each other brains out." She shook her head. "Of course I told her we didn't sleep together. You think I wanna die?"
"You wouldn't be the one dying. Your father would kill me..." he said just as the door flung open, and Swersky walked in.
Kennedy looked up, seeing her father. "I want to know what happened between you two?" He bellowed.
"Boss-" Bosco paused. "Nothin' we jus' watched movies."
"Dad I don' know how Mom got the idea Bosco an' I slept together. Because we didn't. Nothin' like that happened. One he's Bosco," she turned and faced Bosco. "No offence or anythin', but two he's got a girlfriend, three I'm not like that Dad."
Bosco looked at Kennedy. "Uhm no offence taken-" he wasn't sure if she was making fun of him or not.
"Dad, you gotta." she was trying not to cry. She really didn't want to break down in front of Bosco, but she hated being put on the spot like this. "Daddy, really," her small voice pleaded with her father. "nothin' happened."
Swersky could see in his daughters eyes that she wasn't lying. She may have been omitting a few things here and there, but she definitely wasn't lying about not sleep with Bosco.
"It's just, if word got around that you were sleeping with your training officer-" he sighed. "It could really ruin your career, both of yours."
Kennedy sat down, defeated. "I know Dad, but nothin' like that happened, he slept on the couch, an he made me go sleep in his bed."
Swersky nodded, smiling to himself, glad that Bosco took care of his baby girl.
"You two get dressed, I'll see you in roll."
Kennedy nodded. "Okay Dad."
Bosco looked up at him. "Yes boss."
Kennedy turned to Bosco after her father left. "I'm sorry that I dragged you in to that."
Bosco shook his head. "No, don' be. It's as much my fault as it is yours. Don't be sorry. You didn't do anythin'."
"My Mom, man. She's so mad. She's really -really- mad Bosco. I'm kinda scared to go home tonight."
Bosco offered Kennedy a reassuring smile. "I'd offer to let you stay at my place, but it might only piss her off more."
"Thanks, but I haveta face the music. Otherwise she'll only get worse." She laughed as she put on her duty belt. "Ya know I much rather have my dad mad at me, then my Mom. Him I can deal with, he doesn't stay mad long. I turn on those sad puppy dog eyes and he's mine. But my Mom, she can see right through me."
Bosco laughed. "Puppy dog eyes, might haveta tell him ya secret."
Kennedy looked at him. "Dude Bosco, you wouldn't?"
"I don't know. I'll haveta think 'bout." He looked at her quickly smiling.
"Bosco, you're my partner. What happen to havin' my back an' all?" she asked seriously.
"I'm kiddin' you girl, would you relax?" He started laughing.
"You damn well better be, 'cause I swear to god Bosco."
He laughed again. "I had you, you should have seen the look on your face."
"That was seriously not funny."
The corner of Bosco lip curled up, as she smiled with amusement. "Yes it was."
"No it wasn't."
"Yes it was." Bosco retorted. "No you know what? You're right it wasn't funny."
"Thank you."
"It was hilarious."
She made a face. "Jus' wait Bosco, your time will come. I'll get you my pretty...."
Kennedy walked into her house, she really didn't want to go home, and especially after the shift she just worked, it was the shift from hell. She swore that got every; and any drug crazed lunatic in the city. As soon as she walked in her mother walked out of the kitchen.
"I see you've finally come home, not sleeping with your partner tonight?"
Kennedy sighed. "Mom?"
"Don't Mom me, I know what you did last night. You and that - that Boscorelli boy, you did..." she paused. "I'm so disgusted I can't even say it."
"Yea well I don' know why. Because nothing happened mom, we didn't have sex."
"Kennedy Marie Swersky you're lying to me."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever Mom, believe what you want. But you know what? I was the one there. Not you. Me. If I say we didn't sleep together, then Bosco and I didn't sleep together. Make up all the stupid stories you want Mom, but I know the truth."
"I don't need to make anything up Kennedy Marie."
"Mom, whatever. Okay, I'm tired and I'm gunna go to bed. I had a real long day at work." she started up the stairs to her room.
"See he kept you up all night. You little slut."
Kennedy stopped and turned around, she had only made it up to the fourth stair. "Excuse me?"
Her mother stared at her, it was too late to take back what she had just said. She could already see the hurt, and pain in her daughters eyes.
"Didja jus' call me a slut?"
"Kennedy.." her voice was softer now, she took a few steps towards her daughter. Reaching out. But Kennedy backed away, putting her hands up.
"You just...." she shook her head, trying not to cry as she started up the stairs.
"Kennedy, I'm sorry."
"It's too late for I'm sorry Mom. That hurt, you've said some pretty mean stuff to me before, sure some of which I deserved, but this. Mom, it's hurts."
"Please baby." she begged her daughter.
"No -- no jus' don't." she stormed up the rest of the stairs and into her room slamming the door.
She started shoving as much stuff as she could into the green, army bag. She once bought at a thrift store for a dollar. When she figured she had stuffed it as full as she could, she threw it over she shoulder grabbed a few more things, and stormed back down the stairs.
Her mother sat on the couch, sobbing softly. She looked up. "Kennedy? Where are you going?"
"Don't worry about it Mom. I'll be back for the rest of my stuff, this weekend. Okay? Tell dad I love him an not to worry. That I'll see him at work tomorrow."
"Kennedy please." she choked. "Don't. I love you."
"Should have thought of that before you called me a slut Mom." she didn't even wait for an answer, before slamming the front door behind her. She shoved everything into her car speeding off.
Tears rolled down her cheek as she drove. Where had she and her mother gone wrong? When did they start drifting apart? What happened to the loving relationship she once had with her mother? What was she going to tell her father, most importantly?
Stopping her car, she leaned back in the seat a few more tears falling, before she dried some of them. Not that she could hide. The mascara streaks that stained her cheeks where more then enough evidence that she had been crying.
Pulling out her duffel bag, she turned the alarm on her car and headed up the stairs, and into the apartment building. Taking her time up the long, wooden staircase. Stopping she hesitated before finally knocking on the door. She waited and knocked once more.
A disheveled Bosco answered the door. It was obviously had been sleeping. "Kennedy." he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
She did her best not to cry. "Bosco - c-can I come in?"
"Uhm - uh sure, yeah why not." He held the door open letting her in. "What happened? You okay?"
She shook her head, looking up at him as tears fell. "I need a place to crash for the night, can I barrow your couch?"
Bosco looked at her, sitting down on the couch, watching her. "Yeah sure..." he paused. "You wanna tell me what happened?"
She sat down next to him, shaking her head, then quickly nodding. "My Mom and I, we had a fight....."
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 interest that people showed in this story has died. Making it harder to write. Finding the will to write is becoming harder If this chapter seems to be spacey, forgive me. I've been sick. So my muse is spacey.
Taking a deep breath Kennedy recognized immediately that neither, Det. Faith Yokas nor her father looked very happy. She turned to Bosco for a moment, frowning. She really felt bad for dragging him into this mess.
"Bosco, go get dressed. I need to speak to my daughter…alone," her father said still watching Bosco, his eyes locked on him.
Kennedy swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat down. It was never a good sign when her father said that. Had she still been10 years old, she so would have been grounded.
"Um…yes sir." Realizing he was busted, Bosco hurried towards the locker room and Faith trailed behind him.
Picking up the phone, Lt. Swersky said, "Call your mother NOW."
She nodded. "Yes sir." Kennedy knew that now wasn't a good time to remind her father that she was a grown adult. He could only see the six year-old girl, she once was. Kennedy took the phone from his hand and dialed the number. Her father turned and busied himself with some paperwork, while she listened to her mother's lecture.
"Yea I'll be home tonight Mom, yes. Okay see you then." She hung up the phone and glanced at her father.
"Go get changed," was all he would say to her.
Kennedy stormed off to the locker room. Angry that she was being treated like a child. When she arrived, Bosco was the only one getting dressed. "What exactly did you say to my mother Bosco?"
"That we rented some movies, and you fell asleep while watching them."
"Well some how out of all of that, she seems to think you an' I slept together."
Bosco stopped what he was doing, that would explain Swersky's look. He was beyond busted, he was dead. "Well didja you tell her the truth, that we didn't?"
"No Bosco I tol' her we screwed each other brains out." She shook her head. "Of course I told her we didn't sleep together. You think I wanna die?"
"You wouldn't be the one dying. Your father would kill me..." he said just as the door flung open, and Swersky walked in.
Kennedy looked up, seeing her father. "I want to know what happened between you two?" He bellowed.
"Boss-" Bosco paused. "Nothin' we jus' watched movies."
"Dad I don' know how Mom got the idea Bosco an' I slept together. Because we didn't. Nothin' like that happened. One he's Bosco," she turned and faced Bosco. "No offence or anythin', but two he's got a girlfriend, three I'm not like that Dad."
Bosco looked at Kennedy. "Uhm no offence taken-" he wasn't sure if she was making fun of him or not.
"Dad, you gotta." she was trying not to cry. She really didn't want to break down in front of Bosco, but she hated being put on the spot like this. "Daddy, really," her small voice pleaded with her father. "nothin' happened."
Swersky could see in his daughters eyes that she wasn't lying. She may have been omitting a few things here and there, but she definitely wasn't lying about not sleep with Bosco.
"It's just, if word got around that you were sleeping with your training officer-" he sighed. "It could really ruin your career, both of yours."
Kennedy sat down, defeated. "I know Dad, but nothin' like that happened, he slept on the couch, an he made me go sleep in his bed."
Swersky nodded, smiling to himself, glad that Bosco took care of his baby girl.
"You two get dressed, I'll see you in roll."
Kennedy nodded. "Okay Dad."
Bosco looked up at him. "Yes boss."
Kennedy turned to Bosco after her father left. "I'm sorry that I dragged you in to that."
Bosco shook his head. "No, don' be. It's as much my fault as it is yours. Don't be sorry. You didn't do anythin'."
"My Mom, man. She's so mad. She's really -really- mad Bosco. I'm kinda scared to go home tonight."
Bosco offered Kennedy a reassuring smile. "I'd offer to let you stay at my place, but it might only piss her off more."
"Thanks, but I haveta face the music. Otherwise she'll only get worse." She laughed as she put on her duty belt. "Ya know I much rather have my dad mad at me, then my Mom. Him I can deal with, he doesn't stay mad long. I turn on those sad puppy dog eyes and he's mine. But my Mom, she can see right through me."
Bosco laughed. "Puppy dog eyes, might haveta tell him ya secret."
Kennedy looked at him. "Dude Bosco, you wouldn't?"
"I don't know. I'll haveta think 'bout." He looked at her quickly smiling.
"Bosco, you're my partner. What happen to havin' my back an' all?" she asked seriously.
"I'm kiddin' you girl, would you relax?" He started laughing.
"You damn well better be, 'cause I swear to god Bosco."
He laughed again. "I had you, you should have seen the look on your face."
"That was seriously not funny."
The corner of Bosco lip curled up, as she smiled with amusement. "Yes it was."
"No it wasn't."
"Yes it was." Bosco retorted. "No you know what? You're right it wasn't funny."
"Thank you."
"It was hilarious."
She made a face. "Jus' wait Bosco, your time will come. I'll get you my pretty...."
Kennedy walked into her house, she really didn't want to go home, and especially after the shift she just worked, it was the shift from hell. She swore that got every; and any drug crazed lunatic in the city. As soon as she walked in her mother walked out of the kitchen.
"I see you've finally come home, not sleeping with your partner tonight?"
Kennedy sighed. "Mom?"
"Don't Mom me, I know what you did last night. You and that - that Boscorelli boy, you did..." she paused. "I'm so disgusted I can't even say it."
"Yea well I don' know why. Because nothing happened mom, we didn't have sex."
"Kennedy Marie Swersky you're lying to me."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever Mom, believe what you want. But you know what? I was the one there. Not you. Me. If I say we didn't sleep together, then Bosco and I didn't sleep together. Make up all the stupid stories you want Mom, but I know the truth."
"I don't need to make anything up Kennedy Marie."
"Mom, whatever. Okay, I'm tired and I'm gunna go to bed. I had a real long day at work." she started up the stairs to her room.
"See he kept you up all night. You little slut."
Kennedy stopped and turned around, she had only made it up to the fourth stair. "Excuse me?"
Her mother stared at her, it was too late to take back what she had just said. She could already see the hurt, and pain in her daughters eyes.
"Didja jus' call me a slut?"
"Kennedy.." her voice was softer now, she took a few steps towards her daughter. Reaching out. But Kennedy backed away, putting her hands up.
"You just...." she shook her head, trying not to cry as she started up the stairs.
"Kennedy, I'm sorry."
"It's too late for I'm sorry Mom. That hurt, you've said some pretty mean stuff to me before, sure some of which I deserved, but this. Mom, it's hurts."
"Please baby." she begged her daughter.
"No -- no jus' don't." she stormed up the rest of the stairs and into her room slamming the door.
She started shoving as much stuff as she could into the green, army bag. She once bought at a thrift store for a dollar. When she figured she had stuffed it as full as she could, she threw it over she shoulder grabbed a few more things, and stormed back down the stairs.
Her mother sat on the couch, sobbing softly. She looked up. "Kennedy? Where are you going?"
"Don't worry about it Mom. I'll be back for the rest of my stuff, this weekend. Okay? Tell dad I love him an not to worry. That I'll see him at work tomorrow."
"Kennedy please." she choked. "Don't. I love you."
"Should have thought of that before you called me a slut Mom." she didn't even wait for an answer, before slamming the front door behind her. She shoved everything into her car speeding off.
Tears rolled down her cheek as she drove. Where had she and her mother gone wrong? When did they start drifting apart? What happened to the loving relationship she once had with her mother? What was she going to tell her father, most importantly?
Stopping her car, she leaned back in the seat a few more tears falling, before she dried some of them. Not that she could hide. The mascara streaks that stained her cheeks where more then enough evidence that she had been crying.
Pulling out her duffel bag, she turned the alarm on her car and headed up the stairs, and into the apartment building. Taking her time up the long, wooden staircase. Stopping she hesitated before finally knocking on the door. She waited and knocked once more.
A disheveled Bosco answered the door. It was obviously had been sleeping. "Kennedy." he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.
She did her best not to cry. "Bosco - c-can I come in?"
"Uhm - uh sure, yeah why not." He held the door open letting her in. "What happened? You okay?"
She shook her head, looking up at him as tears fell. "I need a place to crash for the night, can I barrow your couch?"
Bosco looked at her, sitting down on the couch, watching her. "Yeah sure..." he paused. "You wanna tell me what happened?"
She sat down next to him, shaking her head, then quickly nodding. "My Mom and I, we had a fight....."