Title: Daddy's Little Girl
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. Thanks to the seven of you who were kind enough to take a few moments to review my last chapter. You're the only reason I wrote chapter eight. Also thank you so much for being kind enough to read the fic. I hope you keep on reading it and reviewing. I'll keep writing, and I'll be sure to return the favor on your next fic you write. :-)
Bosco frowned as Kennedy finished her story. He handed her a piece of Kleenex. "Here."
Kennedy took it from him. "Thanks, if you don' want me to stay here, I can stay at a hotel."
"No way in hell, not unless you have a 150 a night, anythin' under that I won't let you stay at. Stay here, jus' until, ya know? You figure somethin' else out. You can have the couch." Bosco patted the seat cushion. "But you should call your father, let him you're okay. I'm sure he's worried."
"Thanks Bosco." She replied, smiling softly. She looked up at him. "I don' know Bosco, I jus' he'll make me come home."
"You don' know that," he said, "jus' talk to him, you don' haveta tell him you're here. Jus' talk to him." He handed her the phone, the placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Right just talk to him." She replied looking down at the phone. Too bad it was easier said then done. She watched him go to his room and frowned as she dialed her dad's number.
"Swersky."
"Daddy." Her voice broke.
"Kennedy?" He quickly responded. "Kennedy are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine Daddy." She was trying not to cry. The little girl in her just wanted to run into her father's arms and have him hold her. She just wanted one of his bear hugs, she was so use to.
"Where you at?" He asked his daughter.
Kennedy looked around Bosco's apartment. "Uhm -- a friends house."
"You should come home." he said.
Kennedy could tell by the tone of his voice, he was the one who really wanted him, that he wanted his little girl. Safe and sound under his roof. "I can't do that, least not tonight."
"Your mother didn't mean what she said."
"It still hurt, it hurt a lot. I'm not a slut Dad, I didn't sleep with Bosco. " She bit back the tears that threatened her eyes.
There was silence at his end for a short few moments. "You're an adult I can't make you do what you don't to do." He started. "You have money, in case you need it?"
"I'll be home daddy, but not tonight, and probably not tomorrow. But I will be home. Yea, I have money, if not an' I'm in a pinch I'm sure my friend will loan me some."
"I'll give you some at work tomorrow. But don't tell your mother. She'd kill me." He said with a small laugh.
"Thanks Dad, but really you don't haveta."
"But I want too," he told her, "it's late sweetheart, get some sleep and I'll see you at work tomorrow."
She really wanted a hug from her Dad now. "Okay, daddy I will. You sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite."
"You either. I love you."
A smile crossed her lips. "I love you too Daddy. Night." She said hanging up Bosco's phone. She leaned back against the couch letting a few tears fall.
Bosco walked out a few minuets later. he could see she was crying, but he wasn't going to let Kennedy know, that he knew. "Uhm everythin' okay with your Dad?"
Kennedy only nodded in reply.
"Good. I figured you would need some blankets and pillows, so uhm here." He handed her a thick goose feather blanket and two pillows.
"Thanks Bosco."
"No problem. You need sweats or something to sleep in?"
Kennedy shook her head, fixing up her bed. "No I'm good. Thanks for asking though. I' brought some sweats."
Bosco nodded. "You need anythin' else? Water, juice, soda, anythin'?"
She smiled. "No really, Bosco I'm good. I'm jus' gunna change an' get some sleep."
"Okay, I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay, goodnight Bosco." She called out to him as he returned to his room. "Oh, an' thanks!"
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The sun shine broke through the curtains, waking Kennedy. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she slowly sat up.
"Mornin' sleepy head." Bosco smiled sipping at his coffee.
"What time is it?" Kennedy asked, her eyes slowly adjusting.
"8:30." Bosco replied.
"Why the hell are you up at 8:30 in the morning? More importantly, why the hell am I?"
Bosco shrugged. "I couldn't sleep anymore." He answered.
"Good reason." She sat up putting her hair up into a pony-tail.
"You want some coffee? I made a fresh pot." Bosco said getting a mug for her.
"Sure. Cream and sugar. Lot's of sugar. You know what jus' make it black. I'll fix it."
Bosco nodded pouring some into a NYPD mug of his. "You sleep good?"
"Yeah, I guess." She walked into the kitchen and towards Bosco's refrigerator. She opened it, pulling out some milk. "You?"
"Like a baby actually." He replied.
"Good. Where do you keep your sugar?" Kennedy asked putting the milk away.
"The cabinet above you, in the can that has sugar written across it."
"Thanks." She opened it, pulled out the sugar and pour some, poured a lot into her coffee.
"Wow."
Kennedy turned to Bosco. "What?"
"I thought Jelly puta lotta sugar in his coffee. I think you have him beat."
She shrugged. "I like it that way." She said sipping at her coffee slowly.
"To each his own I guess. You hungry?" Bosco asked.
"You cookin'?" Kennedy questioned him.
"I could."
"Good 'cause I don't feel like it." She said with a small laugh.
"How 'bout bacon an' eggs and pancakes. Oh an' I bought some wheat bread afta work last night."
"Sounds good too me." Kennedy replied sitting down at his table. "You sure you don' mind that I'm stayin' here an' all?"
Bosco shook his head. "No not at all, better then havin' your father kill me 'cause I made you stay at some roach motel, where there are blood stains on the wall."
"Ew." Kennedy frowned. "That doesn't give me a fuzzy wuzzy warm feelin'."
"I Don't think it gives anyone that feeling. 'Cept for maybe the guy who caused it."
"You'd think they'd wash the damn wall off?"
Bosco chuckled a little. "I'm sure they do, I was jus' messin' with you. Either way, if you were my daughter I wouldn't want you stayin' in a hole like that."
"But I'm not your daughter Bosco."
"No, but your my partner an' I still wouldn't feel comfortable." He started mixing the pancake batter. "You want chocolate chips in your pancakes?"
Kennedy was smiling, people obviously had misjudged Bosco. He wasn't the asshole everyone said he was. "Uhm, yea that would be cool." She sipped some more coffee.
Getting up, she walked over to Bosco and watched him. "You mix it weird."
"Do not." He retorted.
"Do too."
Bosco flicked what flour was left on his hands at her. "Do not."
"Hey." She picked some flour out of the blow and flicked back at him. "Do too Maurice Boscorelli."
Bosco reached into the large bowl and pulled out some batter, throwing it at Kennedy. He smiled. "I do not Kennedy Marie Swersky."
She stood as batter ran down her face. "You little." she wiped some off of her face, throwing it at Bosco. "You used my middle name."
"Yes I did." He was amused. He looked at the blow, then at Kennedy, then back at the bowl. Pancakes could wait. A food fight was much better. He picked the bowl, and went to pour it over her head.
"Oh no you don't Bosco." Kennedy took off, retreating into what she though was the safety of his living room.
Bosco chased after her. "I can still get you in there."
"You wouldn't?" Kennedy begged. "Please Bosco."
"Oh I would." He chased her around the coffee table and then his sofa.
"Bosco come on." She hurried into the kitchen, looking for anything she could use to defend herself against Bosco. Finding an egg, she picked it up. Before she knew it she had thrown the egg, and it splattered against Bosco's shirt.
Bosco stared as the egg dripped down his shirt. "You didn't?"
"Oh I think I did." She smirked.
Bosco reached into the bowl, pulling out some batter he chucked it at her.
"Damn you Bosco." Kennedy laughed charging after him, she managed to get a hold of the bowl. Her fingers grasped around the bowl, she pulled it out of Bosco's hand, but lost her grip causing the bowl and batter to fly up and spill on them. Both she and Bosco were covered with chocolate chip pancake batter.
Kennedy started laughing. "You should see yourself Bosco."
"You don't look any better." He replied ripping his egg covered shirt off, revealing his bear chest.
Kennedy couldn't help but to stare for a few moments, before pulling some batter out of her hair and throwing it at Bosco.
They started up the food/pancake batter fight again. The whole living room was covered with batter.
Kennedy was on one side of the sofa, and Bosco was on the other. "You're a dead man Bosco, you can't beat me now."
"Oh we'll see Ken-" his words were cut off as his apartment door opened he turned to see Faith walking in, a bag of bagels in hand.
"Bosco you.." She stopped looking around. Her eyes went from Kennedy then to Bosco. "Someone wanna tell me what the hell is goin' on here? An' why she's here?" Faith pointed to Kennedy.
"Faith." Bosco smiled widely. "Uhm we were havin' a food fight."
"I can see that Bosco. Why?"
He looked at Kennedy. "It was fun?" He said with a shrug. Bosco really didn't have a logical reason as to why they were having a food fight.
"Why is here?" Faith asked again.
"She needed a place to crash." Bosco replied walking to the back of the house, he got a few towel, handing one to Kennedy. He started wiping his self clean.
"My Mom an' I hadda fight last night. So I kinda jus' left. I ended up here." Kennedy looked down as she took the towel from Bosco.
"Do you make it a habit to sleep at your partners house?" Faith asked.
"No - I jus'. Look I didn't know where else to go." Kennedy said with a sigh.
Faith looked at Bosco, his hair covered with batter, and egg. The whole apartment was a mess. She shook her head. "Your worse then my kids sometimes Bosco." Faith took the towel from him and started cleaning the batter from his hair.
Bosco smiled softly. "It was fun though."
"But now you gotta clean it up." Faith replied.
"I got it." Kennedy said. She had already started cleaning everything up.
"Bosco." Faith said. "Go take a shower, wash that crap out of your hair. I'll help Kennedy. When your done Kennedy can take a shower, wash the same crap out of her hair. By then hopefully we have this all cleaned up and we can go get breakfast somewhere."
Bosco looked over at Kennedy, as she wiped the sofa off. "Okay, I'll be back shortly." he took the towel from Faith and smiled. "Oh an' I so kicked your ass Kennedy. I so kicked your ass."
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. Thanks to the seven of you who were kind enough to take a few moments to review my last chapter. You're the only reason I wrote chapter eight. Also thank you so much for being kind enough to read the fic. I hope you keep on reading it and reviewing. I'll keep writing, and I'll be sure to return the favor on your next fic you write. :-)
Bosco frowned as Kennedy finished her story. He handed her a piece of Kleenex. "Here."
Kennedy took it from him. "Thanks, if you don' want me to stay here, I can stay at a hotel."
"No way in hell, not unless you have a 150 a night, anythin' under that I won't let you stay at. Stay here, jus' until, ya know? You figure somethin' else out. You can have the couch." Bosco patted the seat cushion. "But you should call your father, let him you're okay. I'm sure he's worried."
"Thanks Bosco." She replied, smiling softly. She looked up at him. "I don' know Bosco, I jus' he'll make me come home."
"You don' know that," he said, "jus' talk to him, you don' haveta tell him you're here. Jus' talk to him." He handed her the phone, the placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Right just talk to him." She replied looking down at the phone. Too bad it was easier said then done. She watched him go to his room and frowned as she dialed her dad's number.
"Swersky."
"Daddy." Her voice broke.
"Kennedy?" He quickly responded. "Kennedy are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine Daddy." She was trying not to cry. The little girl in her just wanted to run into her father's arms and have him hold her. She just wanted one of his bear hugs, she was so use to.
"Where you at?" He asked his daughter.
Kennedy looked around Bosco's apartment. "Uhm -- a friends house."
"You should come home." he said.
Kennedy could tell by the tone of his voice, he was the one who really wanted him, that he wanted his little girl. Safe and sound under his roof. "I can't do that, least not tonight."
"Your mother didn't mean what she said."
"It still hurt, it hurt a lot. I'm not a slut Dad, I didn't sleep with Bosco. " She bit back the tears that threatened her eyes.
There was silence at his end for a short few moments. "You're an adult I can't make you do what you don't to do." He started. "You have money, in case you need it?"
"I'll be home daddy, but not tonight, and probably not tomorrow. But I will be home. Yea, I have money, if not an' I'm in a pinch I'm sure my friend will loan me some."
"I'll give you some at work tomorrow. But don't tell your mother. She'd kill me." He said with a small laugh.
"Thanks Dad, but really you don't haveta."
"But I want too," he told her, "it's late sweetheart, get some sleep and I'll see you at work tomorrow."
She really wanted a hug from her Dad now. "Okay, daddy I will. You sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite."
"You either. I love you."
A smile crossed her lips. "I love you too Daddy. Night." She said hanging up Bosco's phone. She leaned back against the couch letting a few tears fall.
Bosco walked out a few minuets later. he could see she was crying, but he wasn't going to let Kennedy know, that he knew. "Uhm everythin' okay with your Dad?"
Kennedy only nodded in reply.
"Good. I figured you would need some blankets and pillows, so uhm here." He handed her a thick goose feather blanket and two pillows.
"Thanks Bosco."
"No problem. You need sweats or something to sleep in?"
Kennedy shook her head, fixing up her bed. "No I'm good. Thanks for asking though. I' brought some sweats."
Bosco nodded. "You need anythin' else? Water, juice, soda, anythin'?"
She smiled. "No really, Bosco I'm good. I'm jus' gunna change an' get some sleep."
"Okay, I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay, goodnight Bosco." She called out to him as he returned to his room. "Oh, an' thanks!"
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The sun shine broke through the curtains, waking Kennedy. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she slowly sat up.
"Mornin' sleepy head." Bosco smiled sipping at his coffee.
"What time is it?" Kennedy asked, her eyes slowly adjusting.
"8:30." Bosco replied.
"Why the hell are you up at 8:30 in the morning? More importantly, why the hell am I?"
Bosco shrugged. "I couldn't sleep anymore." He answered.
"Good reason." She sat up putting her hair up into a pony-tail.
"You want some coffee? I made a fresh pot." Bosco said getting a mug for her.
"Sure. Cream and sugar. Lot's of sugar. You know what jus' make it black. I'll fix it."
Bosco nodded pouring some into a NYPD mug of his. "You sleep good?"
"Yeah, I guess." She walked into the kitchen and towards Bosco's refrigerator. She opened it, pulling out some milk. "You?"
"Like a baby actually." He replied.
"Good. Where do you keep your sugar?" Kennedy asked putting the milk away.
"The cabinet above you, in the can that has sugar written across it."
"Thanks." She opened it, pulled out the sugar and pour some, poured a lot into her coffee.
"Wow."
Kennedy turned to Bosco. "What?"
"I thought Jelly puta lotta sugar in his coffee. I think you have him beat."
She shrugged. "I like it that way." She said sipping at her coffee slowly.
"To each his own I guess. You hungry?" Bosco asked.
"You cookin'?" Kennedy questioned him.
"I could."
"Good 'cause I don't feel like it." She said with a small laugh.
"How 'bout bacon an' eggs and pancakes. Oh an' I bought some wheat bread afta work last night."
"Sounds good too me." Kennedy replied sitting down at his table. "You sure you don' mind that I'm stayin' here an' all?"
Bosco shook his head. "No not at all, better then havin' your father kill me 'cause I made you stay at some roach motel, where there are blood stains on the wall."
"Ew." Kennedy frowned. "That doesn't give me a fuzzy wuzzy warm feelin'."
"I Don't think it gives anyone that feeling. 'Cept for maybe the guy who caused it."
"You'd think they'd wash the damn wall off?"
Bosco chuckled a little. "I'm sure they do, I was jus' messin' with you. Either way, if you were my daughter I wouldn't want you stayin' in a hole like that."
"But I'm not your daughter Bosco."
"No, but your my partner an' I still wouldn't feel comfortable." He started mixing the pancake batter. "You want chocolate chips in your pancakes?"
Kennedy was smiling, people obviously had misjudged Bosco. He wasn't the asshole everyone said he was. "Uhm, yea that would be cool." She sipped some more coffee.
Getting up, she walked over to Bosco and watched him. "You mix it weird."
"Do not." He retorted.
"Do too."
Bosco flicked what flour was left on his hands at her. "Do not."
"Hey." She picked some flour out of the blow and flicked back at him. "Do too Maurice Boscorelli."
Bosco reached into the large bowl and pulled out some batter, throwing it at Kennedy. He smiled. "I do not Kennedy Marie Swersky."
She stood as batter ran down her face. "You little." she wiped some off of her face, throwing it at Bosco. "You used my middle name."
"Yes I did." He was amused. He looked at the blow, then at Kennedy, then back at the bowl. Pancakes could wait. A food fight was much better. He picked the bowl, and went to pour it over her head.
"Oh no you don't Bosco." Kennedy took off, retreating into what she though was the safety of his living room.
Bosco chased after her. "I can still get you in there."
"You wouldn't?" Kennedy begged. "Please Bosco."
"Oh I would." He chased her around the coffee table and then his sofa.
"Bosco come on." She hurried into the kitchen, looking for anything she could use to defend herself against Bosco. Finding an egg, she picked it up. Before she knew it she had thrown the egg, and it splattered against Bosco's shirt.
Bosco stared as the egg dripped down his shirt. "You didn't?"
"Oh I think I did." She smirked.
Bosco reached into the bowl, pulling out some batter he chucked it at her.
"Damn you Bosco." Kennedy laughed charging after him, she managed to get a hold of the bowl. Her fingers grasped around the bowl, she pulled it out of Bosco's hand, but lost her grip causing the bowl and batter to fly up and spill on them. Both she and Bosco were covered with chocolate chip pancake batter.
Kennedy started laughing. "You should see yourself Bosco."
"You don't look any better." He replied ripping his egg covered shirt off, revealing his bear chest.
Kennedy couldn't help but to stare for a few moments, before pulling some batter out of her hair and throwing it at Bosco.
They started up the food/pancake batter fight again. The whole living room was covered with batter.
Kennedy was on one side of the sofa, and Bosco was on the other. "You're a dead man Bosco, you can't beat me now."
"Oh we'll see Ken-" his words were cut off as his apartment door opened he turned to see Faith walking in, a bag of bagels in hand.
"Bosco you.." She stopped looking around. Her eyes went from Kennedy then to Bosco. "Someone wanna tell me what the hell is goin' on here? An' why she's here?" Faith pointed to Kennedy.
"Faith." Bosco smiled widely. "Uhm we were havin' a food fight."
"I can see that Bosco. Why?"
He looked at Kennedy. "It was fun?" He said with a shrug. Bosco really didn't have a logical reason as to why they were having a food fight.
"Why is here?" Faith asked again.
"She needed a place to crash." Bosco replied walking to the back of the house, he got a few towel, handing one to Kennedy. He started wiping his self clean.
"My Mom an' I hadda fight last night. So I kinda jus' left. I ended up here." Kennedy looked down as she took the towel from Bosco.
"Do you make it a habit to sleep at your partners house?" Faith asked.
"No - I jus'. Look I didn't know where else to go." Kennedy said with a sigh.
Faith looked at Bosco, his hair covered with batter, and egg. The whole apartment was a mess. She shook her head. "Your worse then my kids sometimes Bosco." Faith took the towel from him and started cleaning the batter from his hair.
Bosco smiled softly. "It was fun though."
"But now you gotta clean it up." Faith replied.
"I got it." Kennedy said. She had already started cleaning everything up.
"Bosco." Faith said. "Go take a shower, wash that crap out of your hair. I'll help Kennedy. When your done Kennedy can take a shower, wash the same crap out of her hair. By then hopefully we have this all cleaned up and we can go get breakfast somewhere."
Bosco looked over at Kennedy, as she wiped the sofa off. "Okay, I'll be back shortly." he took the towel from Faith and smiled. "Oh an' I so kicked your ass Kennedy. I so kicked your ass."