AN: Managed to find the rest of this story hidden in my computer, so I figured I'd post it for those of you who want to see where it goes.

All usual disclaimers apply.

The rain that was pouring down didn't stop Rock and Kurt from being parked feet away from the parking lot of the warehouse by the pier. Kurt was trying to keep himself warm with his usual coat while Rock was wearing black jeans and a tight black long sleeve shirt that seemed to fit perfectly well with his well built body. Even if it was dark because it was getting late, he was still wearing his shades and also a black cap on. Kurt had teased him about it, but Rock had, naturally, only responded with a glare that had managed to make Kurt shut up. Kurt, after a long while of listening to the rain fall on the roof of the car, turned to Rock. "When are you going out?"

Rock turned to him and shrugged slightly. "In a few."

"You've got the microphone on and everything, right?"

Rolling his eyes, Rock nodded and turned his cell phone to silent mode before putting it in his pocket. "If you see something break out, get your ass out of here, understood?"

Kurt frowned. "Wait, what about you?"

"I'll find a way out of here. Besides, nothing can happen to me."

"Right. And when you end up shot tomorrow, is that what I'm supposed to say to your daughter?"

At that, Rock snapped his head to him and quickly grabbed him by his shirt tightly. "Don't you dare to say that, you asshole. Don't you even mention my daughter, you got that? You leave her out of this." When he saw Kurt's surprised expression at that, he shoved him away before getting out of the car and started walking along the pier as he put on his leather jacket. When he got as far from the warehouse but as close as he could from it, he turned to look at the ocean ahead of him; trying to block out the coldness of the night in the city of New York. The piercing silence was almost deafening, but it seemed easier for him to hear the clicking of high heel shoes walking towards him through the fog; not even needing to turn around in order to see the person that was already coming. "I told you not to come, Nancy."

Nancy stopped for a moment when she heard that, surprised that he had known who it was without even taking a glance back. As she made her way out of the fog, she could finally be completely seen; wearing black leather pants, a sweater and a coat while her long blond hair was tied in a pony tail so it wouldn't fly around when the breeze came about. Smiling slightly, she shook her head and stood next to him; putting her hands in her pockets. "Hey, Rocky…"

"What are you doing here? It's dangerous. Besides, won't they miss you…?" Nancy had been the one that had given him the papers, mainly because she worked for the man that Rock and Kurt were looking for. "Look, thanks for what you've done, but you-"

Not letting him continue, Nancy put her index finger on top of his lips. "Hush… If I helped you, it was because I want to get out of there. And you know it, because-"

Now it was Rock's turn to put his index finger on top of her lips. "Shh. That's a secret that no one needs to know. Did you get me more information?" When he saw her eyes turn to the black Mercedes hidden in the shadows where Kurt was, he shook his head. "He won't notice. For all he knows, you're that date I had a few days ago."

Laughing lightly, Nancy shook her head and kissed his cheek. "I was…"

Rock smiled slightly and avoided the hint. Nancy would have thought that he had just gone out with her for the information, but he hadn't. He had really been attracted to her once upon a time. But, now… It seemed like every relationship he had was bound to be broken the next day, or that no one was really meant for him. It was getting to a point that he was just going out for the hell of it, not really for what he felt. "Nancy, I…"

"Don't… Look, we'll talk later, ok?"

Rock frowned, not noticing the fact that Nancy was looking past him; at someone that was walking up to them from behind him. "Why? I thought it was ok for you to be out here…"

"Here. Here's the information you need, now get out of here."

Rock took the folder and frowned deeper. "But, what…" As Nancy tried to push him so he could leave, he finally followed her gaze and saw a tall man walking closer to them; dressed in all black and glaring at Nancy. Rock, smirking, put the papers in the pocket of his jacket and started for the guy. "Hey, man. What are you doing out so—" Before Rock could say anything else, the man brushed past him and had already taken hold of Nancy, which made him shove the guy away. "Hey, you bastard, let go of her."

Richard, the man that had come out, glared at him even more and shoved him too. Rock, lip twitching in anger, pushed the guy before punching him. Richard, though, started punching back, which caused five other guys to come out to help. Nancy, seeing this, tried to block all of them, but she only managed to get shoved out of the way. Frowning, she quickly started helping Rock fight off the men, but the odds were against him.

Rock kept fighting against all of them as best as he could, but a loud gun shot made all of the men turn around. Rock had just been hit in the stomach; knocking the air out of him. When he heard the gunshot he too looked up; surprised and trying to stop himself from coughing as he tried to breathe again.

Kurt stood in the shadows; his arm raised as he showed the gun in his hand as he glared at all of them. When Richard saw this, though, he took out his knife and turned to Rock; glaring at him. Rock quickly took out his gun and put it on Richard's forehead; furious beyond belief for the fact that he was sore, cold, and now pissed off at Kurt for not following the instructions he had given him. "Get the fuck out of here. Get out of here now."

Richard, smirking, waved his hand at the other men, making them go back inside, but he smirked up at Rock, putting his knife away. "We'll get you. And we'll get your little girlfriend there. And that cop-"

"Just get out of here, asshole. Now."

Richard glared at him before going back to the warehouse; running. Soon after three black cars sped out of there as Kurt ran towards Rock. Rock, though, fell to a knee as he tried to stand up straight; feeling as if the world was spinning. One of the men had hit him on the back of the head something…. As Nancy kept trying to help him up, he only saw a big blur when Kurt walked up to him. "What the hell was that about, Rock? You let them go!" As he talked, he had helped Rock up, but he was surprised when Rock pushed him away; stumbling back away from him.

Rock, even if he was dizzy and his head was hurting, glared at Kurt and shoved him back. "And you? What the hell was that all about? I specifically told you to stay in the damn car, didn't I? I said to stay there and get away if something broke out, and-"

Kurt, hurt and extremely upset, glared back at him. "Oh, yeah, and let my partner get killed while I get blamed for it because I could have helped you? Bullshit! I wasn't going to be the one telling your daughter that you can't be found because-"

Rock, furious, punched him as hard as he could; sending Kurt back and making him fall on his back and ignoring the look of shock that Nancy had because she had just found out he had a daughter. "I told you not to bring my daughter into this. I told you." Rock made him get up from the floor, grabbing onto the neck of his coat tightly to bring him closer as he sneered; not loud enough for anyone else to hear. "If something happens to my daughter-anything-because of what you said… I'll kill you. You heard me?"

Frowning in confusion, Kurt tried to make him let go; which only got Rock more furious. "Why would anything happen to her?"

"Look around! Look around you, Kurt. Notice the damn place where we are. They know now we're cops and we were here spying on them, you know what they probably want to do now? Hurt us where it hurts the most. They had no idea I had a daughter, and now… If they do anything to her… I swear, I will hurt you so badly that you will regret the day you even answered the phone when you found out I had a daughter."

When Rock pushed him away, Kurt frowned slightly. "Rock, they won't find out… No one heard me."

Rock turned around from him, shaking his head. "Did you see that woman that was here? And did you notice how surprised she was? She works for them."

Kurt then realized his fear and looked around; trying to see where the woman had gone to: but the woman was long gone…

Sore from the fighting from the night before, Rock didn't go to work that night; he just went to his parents house to get his daughter and had taken her with him back to their apartment that, even if they enough money for a bigger one or even a house, this one was perfect for just the two of them to live in. He had tucked in his baby girl and, after watching her sleep, had gone to bed to only lay there in the middle of the darkness; deep in thought. A bit past midnight, however, he snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the door of his room open and tiny footsteps were heard walking to his bed. Smiling, he turned to his daughter and picked her up, hugging her to him and kissing her forehead as they both layed down. "What are you doing up, Rochelle…? You should be asleep, you know…"

Rochelle looked up at her father with her big brown eyes that were identical to his and smiled at him a grin that she knew he wouldn't be able to resist. Her very dark brown hair was as curly as his as well, as well as how her skin was just like his. There was absolutely no doubt that she was Daddy's baby girl either… "I can't sleep, Daddy…"

"You can't?" Rock kissed her cheek and let her get under the covers; knowing already that she probably wanted to sleep there instead of being alone in her room: something she always did when they were alone. "Well, sweetheart, you can stay with me, ok?" When he saw her nod, grins at her and brings her closer to him; kissing her forehead and hugging her close.

Rochelle, in response, grinned at him and kissed his cheek. "Daddy? Will you sing to me…?"

Rock chuckled and nodded slightly; the version of 'The Rock' that everyone saw at work melting away for her. Rochelle meant everything to him, and nothing and no one in the world could replace her. It had been hard raising her on his own with a little bit of money, but nothing and no one could make him give her up. Now, that she was not exactly a small baby anymore, he was glad that he had picked to raise her instead of letting her "mother" keep her: he would never go back and change the past. His life was just for her… She was the only girl in his life; and the most important one. Softly, he started singing an old lullaby that his grandfather would sing to him when he was a child. He didn't remember many parts from it, but he tried to sing it; making it more difficult for the fact that it was in Samoan.

Rochelle, though, grinned up at her father and kissed his cheek sweetly before singing softly along with him, surprising Rock that she knew it but smiling as they both sang along. It wasn't long after, though, that Rochelle fell asleep in his arms; wrapping her arms as best as she could in a loose hug. Rock, smiling as he watched her sleep, brushed her hair away from her face before kissing her forehead; praying that nothing would ever happen to her because of his damn fault…