Title: Raising Morgan
Author: Fyre
Email: Fandom: Third Watch
Category:Some fluff, some angst, some…you get the picture.
Rating: Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with some violence, minor coarse language, and minor suggestive adult themes.
Characters/Pairing: Bosco/Faith. Some Mikey, some Rose. Eventually Ty and Sully. One Original and others.
Spoilers: Eh, none really.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these character, but how I wish I did.
Summary: Bosco struggles with raising his 16-year-old daughter.
A/N 1: This fic is a sequel to "For Morgan's Sake" Check my user info to read. Thank you Stella, Leigh and Mona for all your help. Love you guys much!

Walking through the door Bosco dropped his keys on the table, and put his duffle bag on the floor. Eight months after his daughter Morgan came and moved in with him he found a bigger apartment, both of them needed extra space. Ever since then, it was what they called home. He looked over at the couch Mikey sat watching TV. Morgan was sound to sleep her head resting in his lap.

Mikey had been clean for more then a year now. During the time, he lived with their father. Bosco wasn't stupid. If Mikey was going to stay clean, it wasn't going to work while living with their father.

So, he made Mikey a deal. If he stayed clean, got a job, helped him with Morgan and the rent; he could live there. It was working, and pretty well, much to Bosco's surprise. Both Mikey and Morgan got along great and Bosco was making up for lost time with his younger brother.

"What time did she fall asleep?" Bosco grabbed himself a can of soda from the refrigerator and sat down. He felt weird keeping beer around with a 16-year-old daughter.

Mikey looked down at Morgan then at the VCR clock which read 11:45pm. "About 10 O'clock." He replied, resting his arm on the back of the couch. "She did her homework and everythin'."

"On a Friday night?" Bosco asked.

"Well she's hopin' you'll let her go out to see a movie with her friends' tomorrow night." Mikey told his brother.

"No! No way in hell is she goin'! Over my dead body!" Bosco protested.

"It's a movie Mo, what harm can it do?" Mikey deadpanned.

"Plenty. I'm her father and if I don't want her goin' she won't go." Bosco looked at his brother.

"What are you so scared of?" Mikey adjusted himself, making sure he didn't wake Morgan.

"She's 16-years-old Mike, you know what I'm scared of. Sixteen-year-old boys. I was once 16 and I know what their intensions are."

Mikey rolled his eyes. "She was goin' to go with her friend Jennifer." Mikey informed his brother.

"Ten to one Jennifer knows 16-year-old boys and they will be there." Bosco downed the last of his soda and put the empty can on the table in front of him.

"What? Is it the money? If it's money I can give her some." Mikey ran a hand through his hair.

"No, it's not the money. I can support my own daughter, Mikey." Bosco stared at him. "I jus' don't trust people out there, Mikey, ya know? If somethin' were to happen to her…I just feel safer knowing she's at home."

"So you're gonna let her live life like a complete shut in her whole life, 'cause you're scared? You let her go to school." Mikey pointed out.

"She won't be a shut in, she'll be safe." Bosco glared at his brother. "That's different she -needs- to go to school. A movie, she doesn't need."

"Way to let your daughter have a social life Mo." Mikey stood up.

"When you have kids you'll understand." Bosco retorted watching as Morgan stirred.

"I'll definitely learn from your mistakes." Mikey said under his breath, dragging himself to the bathroom.

Morgan rubbed her eyes and sat up. "You're home?' She looked over at the clock. "It's almost midnight of course you're home." She leaned against the couch. "Shoot any bad guys today, like maybe in the head?" Her eyes lit up.

Bosco nodded. "Walked in the door 'bout ten minutes ago." Taking the remote he changed the channel stopping on animal planet. "No, not today."

"Damn it." Morgan retorted.

"Sorry I'm such a let down." Bosco smirked. "I'll try harder next time." He rolled his eyes at his daughter's morbid thoughts.

"Good, keep up the good work then." She yet out a yawn. "Think I can go see a movie with Jennifer tomorrow night?"

He was all ready to say no. "What movie?"

"Sin City?" She looked over at him yawning again.

"Isn't that rated R?" Bosco questioned her, watching some cheetah chase a zebra.

"Yeah, your point is?" Morgan looked at the TV and made a face.

"The language."

Morgan stared at her father. "Are you kiddin' me? I've heard you say worse. I say worse for cryin' out loud."

"Which you know I don't approve of." He watched the cheetah dig its teeth into the zebra's flesh, blood from the jugular squirting into the air.

"So? I still say it." She shrugged. "You don't seem to be in too much of a hurry to correct it. Please Dad?" She pouted her lips.

"How would you get there?"

"Jennifer's Mom. She'd pick me up here, take me to the Hollywood 24 movie theater and pick us up afterwards" She crossed her fingers.

"Did you do your homework?" He eyed her.

"Yup." She grinned.

"All of it?"

"Every last page. I only had English." She gave him a hopeful look.

"If you promise to do whatever Jennifer's Ma says, and go only to the movies you can go. You also haveta call me when you get home."

"Thank you Dad!" Morgan embraced him in a tight hug. "You're the best. Thank you so much!"

He laughed hugging her back, he placed a kiss on her cheek. "You're welcome, now get some sleep kiddo. A'ight."

"Okay dad. Love you." She said breaking the hug.

"Love you too." He said smiling.

"Night Uncle Mikey." She passed him on her way to her room.

"Night brat." He hugged her, then ushered her off to bed.

"I changed my mind, I'm lettin' her go see the movie, but if somethin' happens to her it's your fault."

"My fault?" Mikey sat down on the couch putting his feet up on the table. "Why is it my fault?"

"'Cause I'm only lettin' her go 'cause you made me feel guilty. Otherwise I wouldn't let her go." Bosco said with a sigh.

"Fine I'll take all the blame." Mikey rolled his eyes. "For everything." He mocked his brother. "Least the girl will have a life of some kind, and not end up as some shut in. Then 30 years from now, all the little kids will be callin' her the mean cat lady; throwing stones at her house."

Bosco stared at his brother, he had such a vivid imagination. "No one will throw stones at my daughters house, an' she's not gonna be the "mean cat lady" Mikey."

"You say that now Mo, but years from now-"

Bosco cut him off. "I'm goin' to bed Mike, you should do the same too I think. You really need sleep." Any other time Bosco would have accused his brother of being high, but for now, he was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. "G'night Mikey." Bosco said with a small laugh.

"Night Mo." Mikey replied grabbing the remote and putting on ESPN sports center.

Tears rolled down Bosco's cheeks, his body was shaking. "See Mikey," he sobbed. "Now you know why, you know why I didn't want her going out." He dried his tears but more fell.

"Mo I'm sorry I.."

Bosco cut him off. "You didn't think Mikey, you never do. You didn't listen to me, her father. God.." He held his head down tears falling to the floor. "You're so stupid Mikey. So stupid, I should have never trusted you. You're so fucking worthless."

"Mo…" Mikey could feel his own tears falling now.

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up Mikey, I'm done. I'm so fuckin' sick of hearin' your excuses. Every time you fuck up, you have another one. Only this time Mike, this time my daughters dead. You jus' had to let her go out. You couldn't jus' listen to me, could you Mike?"

Mikey lowered his head, still letting his own tears fall. His brother had lost his daughter and he had lost his niece. Maybe his brother was right it was his fault. Had he made her stay in like, his brother wanted. Maybe Morgan would still be alive; maybe his brother would hate him. In one day he had lost his niece and his brother.

"Officer Boscorelli." The Medical Examiner stepped out carrying a clipboard. He stood about 6'2" 250lbs. His salt and pepper hair was thinning, and you could see that all the years of the job were getting to him. He adjusted his glasses on his face.

Bosco solemnly stood up and nodded.

"It's time, if you would follow me." He started walking not waiting for Bosco's response. He had been through this so many times that her learned from experience. The sooner one gets it done, the better it is.

"You want me too-" Mikey started.

"I want you to get the fuck out of my life Mikey, go away. You and I are no longer brothers; you're dead to me."

"Mo…" Mikey's voice cracked.

"Fuck you Michael!" He yelled over his shoulder.

Mikey stood helplessly watching his brother walk away, knowing it would be the last time he ever saw his brother. There was no way he would for give him for this. Though Mikey was pretty sure had it been the other way around he would be doing the same thing. Hanging his head down, Mikey turned and left, heading for god knows where, and only god knew what would happen to him.

Bosco stood looking ahead, the Curtin was still closed, all he had to do was knock on the window, and the M.E would then open it. His pulse was racing, tears were falling from his face, and his hands were rolled into a tightly clenched fist. It was all up to him now, question was. Could he do it?

He had to do it, as much as he didn't want too. He wasn't given a choice, there was no other option he had to face it. His little girl was gone. Dead, ripped away from him and there was nothing he could to stop it. He couldn't protect her and keep her safe like her promised her, like Bosco had promised himself. He would be living the rest of his life knowing he failed himself and his daughter Morgan.

Taking a deep breath Bosco reached out and knocked on the window, from there everything moved in slow motion, it was like time was almost standing still. Slowly the drapes opened, and on the table lay his daughter. Her once beautiful blond hair was now matted and dingy. Her face bruised and beaten, her eyes were closed, her hands lay at her side. Bringing a hand up to his mouth tears fell down Bosco's cheek. "God Morgan baby, I'm sorry. Daddy's sorry. I'm -so- sorry I let you down."

He stepped closer to the window placing both hands on it, he looked in unable to stop his tears. He would give anything, anything at all to be able to go back in time. To go back and keep the monster who hurt her from hurting her. "I love you baby, I'll always love you." He sobbed openly. "You'll always be my little girl." He didn't bother drying his tears, it was pointless. No sooner would he dry them that they would fall again. "I love you Mor-" He looked at her body, her blonde hair was turning brown, her face was changing into someone that wasn't his daughter, someone much older.

Bosco sprang up in his bed sweat pour down his face. His heart raced a mile a minute; he was on the verge of a panic attack as parts of the dream flashed through his mind. He tossed the blankets off and climbed out of his bed.

He soon found himself standing outside of Morgan's bedroom. Looking directly at the large NYPD sticker affixed to her door, his hand shook uncontrollably as he opened her door, peering inside. Seeing her sleeping soundly and safe Bosco closed the door breathing a huge sigh of relief. She was okay it was only a dream. Morgan wasn't dead, but there was no way she was going to that movie.

Morgan skipped into the living room still in her pajamas. "Morning, Dad. Morning, Uncle Mikey." She stopped to greet each one with a hug and a kiss.

Bosco was dead tired, after the dream he had; he was unable to fall asleep. "Good morning." He kissed her back, he didn't want to mention the dream and scare her.

"Morning, kiddo." Mikey replied hugging her back. "So didja sleep good?" Mikey watched as she poured some Coco Puff's into a bowl, drowning them in half and half.

"Yup, I had a dream that Johnny Depp and I got married." She grinned from ear to ear.

Better then the dream Bosco had. "Really, well then." He smirked. "But isn't he a little old for you, he's like 60."

"No he's not Dad." Morgan replied taking her bowl of cereal and sitting down at the table. "It was just a dream. God, really Dad lighten up." She shoveled some of the food into her mouth. "So Jennifer an' I are goin' to wear our matchin' shirts to the movie, with our capris and converse all-stars. She had a mouth full of food.

Bosco swallowed hard. "About that." He started. "Look I don't think you should go, it's suppose to storm real bad tonight." He had to think of something.

Morgan stared at him. "Dude Dad, you can't be serious. I jus' talked to her. I tol' her I was goin'. We have it all planned out." Morgan begged.

"Well call her and tell her you can't go. I don't want you to go and that's final." Bosco said it and it came out as harsh, but the nightmare was still fresh for him.

"Dad, please." Morgan looked at him.

"God damn it Morgan why do you have to make this so hard. I said no. You can't go. I'm your father, for once jus' listen to me. Stop questioning me damnit."

She looked right at him. "I hate you." Storming off, she left her cereal and went to her room slamming the door shut.

"What was that all 'bout?" Mikey sat with a shocked face. "Why didja change your mind Mo?"

"'Cause I'm her father that's why." Bosco deadpanned, he really didn't want to argue about this.

"It's jus' a movie Mo, what harm is there in letting her see a movie?" Mikey still couldn't understand what was wrong with it. Hell they were getting into R rated movies when they were 12.

Bosco threw a glass against the wall it shattered into a million pieces. "What is it with you people. She's my daughter Mikey, mine. Not yours, not anyone else's. If I don't want her goin' to see a movie, she won't go." Bosco hissed.

He again saw parts of the dream flashing through his mind, closing his eyes he shook his head as if he was trying to shake marbles or something else out; that had gotten in there.

"Mo.." Mikey said with worry in his voice.

"She's not goin' to that fuckin' movie Mike! So drop it. I don' want her leavin' this apartment alone at all today. Got it? So if she tries to ask you to let her go; the answer is no." This vision of her cold lifeless body, lying on the steel exam table beaten bruised still haunting him he couldn't get them out of his mind.

"God Mike, she's my little girl, ya know? It's bad enough her sick bastard of a step-father molested her; I don't want anyone else hurting her. I want her safe I want her okay. There are some serious sick bastards out there, who pry afta girl jus' like her. If somethin' were to happen to her." He was on the verge of tears. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

Mikey silently nodded he didn't have any kids of his own, but if he did; he was sure he would feel the same way.

"I hate always havin' to be the bad guy, ya know? I don' have a choice, I don' want too…to find her dead in an alley one day."

"She's a smart girl Mo, she knows who to stay away from."

"It's not her I'm worried 'bout; it's the freaks out there I'm worried 'bout. One's who only want her; that's all." Bosco ran his hands down his face letting out a deep breath. He bent down and started picking up the pieces of glass that fell to the floor.

"I'll get it Mo." Mikey spoke kneeling down. "Go talk to her okay." He looked at his brother, stopping him from picking more glass. "Go," he nodded towards Morgan's bedroom.

Bosco looked at Mikey. "Yeah, uhm…be careful don' cut yourself." Bosco said standing up. He watched his brother for a few seconds then headed to Morgan's room.

"Morgan sweetie…" He knocked on her door. "Can I come in?"

"No." Her reply was cold and harsh. "Go away."

"Please." Bosco begged.

"Go away Dad, in fact go away forever."

"Morgan…" Bosco bit down on his lip, pleading with his daughter. He hates when she's mad at him He hates not being able to let her go see the movie with her friend, but his gut tells him it's not a good idea. "Please."

"I said leave me alone!" She blurted out. "Go away, so I can call Jennifer an' tell her how much you suck and how much my life sucks. God I hate livin' here. I wish my mother would have never had me."

Bosco's heart broke with her words. He knew that Morgan absolutely no idea how much he loved her, and how he would do anything in the world for her to keep her safe. "Morgan please, I have my reasons."

"You -always- have your reasons dad. To tell you the truth I'm sick of your reasons." She yelled through the closed door. "Now would you go so I can call Jennifer back?"

Bosco sighed. "I love you." He said in a soft voice.

"Sure you do." She said with a laugh.

Bosco rested his head against the RMP window, struggling to stay awake, which wasn't that easy.

"You look beat." Faith commented coming to a stop at a red light.

"Didn't get much sleep last night." Bosco covered his mouth yawning.

"Oh really?" Faith smirked. "Here I thought I was the only one who could keep you awake."

Bosco shot her a cold stare. "I had this nightmare." He leaned his head back against the window. "Morgan she.." even saying it made him sick. "I had to identify her body."

Faith was sorry she asked. "Damn Bosco."

"She wanted to go see this movie with her friend, but afta that dream, I couldn't let her go. I was too scared." Bosco yawned again. "Now she hates me."

"I don't think Morgan hates you."

"You didn't hear her Faith, she said she hated me." Bosco replied. "I'm jus' tryin' to keep her safe, ya know?"

Faith took her foot off of the break as the light turned green. "She's 16-years-old Bosco, she doesn't understand. She only thinks about herself at that age. They think nothin' can happen to them. Emily is the same way." She explained. It probably wouldn't help much, but if anyone could related to what Bosco was going through, she could.

"I went to give her a hug an' kiss goodbye, like I always do before I go to work; she wouldn't even open her door." I had no idea that raising a 16-year-old was this hard. I'm going to be bald before I'm 35."

"Now that would be a funny sight." She let out a chuckle. "It's not worth worrying 'bout it Bosco. By the time you get home, she will have forgotten all about it, and will have somethin' else to worry 'bout."

"I hope you're right." Bosco said through a yawn. "I don' know if I could last long with my own daughter hatin' me." Bosco stared at Faith. "That's not even funny."

"Just relax Bosco, really. With 16-year-olds, everyday is a new chapter of drama. Before one has time to end, there's a new one starting."

Bosco closed his eyes, rubbing them. "I'm jus' tryin' to keep her safe, but neither her nor my brother understands it; so I come out the bad guy." Bosco said opening his eyes.

"Could be worse, she could be wanting to date some guy with piercing, tattoos and a mohawk."

"Over my dead body!" Bosco matter-of-factly replied. "If anyone -ever- comes to the door that looks like that, I'll jus' shoot 'im. I won't even ask for a name." Bosco said in a serious tone. "Morgan damn well better know never to brin' someone 'round who looks like that."

"It could happen." Faith retorted.

"Then I'm makin' a new rule, Morgan isn't allowed to date until she's married." Bosco crossed his arms over his chest.

"Let's see how long that lasts." Faith smirked.

"Oh it'll last, you'll see."

"Dating is a part of life, especially when you're a teenager." Faith said in her I'm-a-mother-I-should-know voice.

"Not in my house it's not, not with tattooed freaks." Bosco deadpanned.

"What was wrong with that Sean guy she was seeing?" Faith asked. "What happened to that?"

"He was a sissy, you should have seen the way he dresses." Bosco replied. "He shops at the Gap."

"So I shop at the Gap." Faith looked at him.

"You're allowed too, you're a girl. Sean was a guy; guys don't need to be shoppin' at the Gap, dressin' like some fruity queer."

"Nothing bigoted about you at all Bosco." Faith shook her head. "Nope they were completely wrong."

Bosco looked Faith over. "What's that suppose to mean?"

"Nothing." Faith shook her head. "Listen Bosco you just go to give this time. When you go home tonight, if she still doesn't want to talk to you, then don't pressure her. Just let her come to you, okay." Faith said softly. "Before you know it, she'll be more worried 'bout what jeans to wear."

Bosco rubbed the back of his neck, hoping Faith was right, and it would all blow over soon; at least for his sake anyways. The ringing of his cell phone broke Bosco out of a daze, reaching into his pocket he pulled it out.

He looked at the caller ID and answered. "Mikey what's up?"

"It's Morgan, I don't know where she is." His voice was filled with panic. He knew his brother was going to kill him.

"What? What the hell do you mean Mikey? You don't know where she is?" He could feel his heart beginning to race.

"I went to get the pizza, from that place down the street. You know that one she likes so much? I was gone ten minutes at the most I came back an' she's not here. She's not in her room, or downstairs, or doin' laundry. She's not here."

"Fuck!" Bosco hissed. "Why didn't you bring her with?"

"Do I ever bring her when I go there? Do you?"

Mikey did have a point; she usually just stayed back at the house watching TV or something. "Didja check every place she would go?"

"Yes, everywhere Mo, I can't find her." Mikey felt like he was going to cry.

"How 'bout her cell phone, didja call that?"

"Yes, four times already an' it goes right to her voicemail." Mikey replied.

"Means she turned it off." Or so Bosco hoped.

"What should I do Mo, should I go look for her?"

Faith had been over hearing the phone conversation; she gave Bosco a concerned look before looking back at the street.

"No - no. Just stay there, in case she comes back. I'm gonna see if I find her. If she comes home, call me right away and make sure she doesn't go anywhere. Also call Ma, maybe she went there; but make sure you don't tell Ma what's wrong. If she asks make somethin' up jus' don' tell her a'ight Mike?"

"Right, okay Mo. If you find her you'll call me?" Mikey asked.

"I won't have to call you, you'll know trust me." He said. "I'll talk to you Mikey." He said hanging up. "Morgan is missin'. Mike went to get them pizza for dinner an' he came back; she wasn't there."

"I'm sure she's okay Bosco." Faith tried to keep him calm, from losing it. "Let's go drive around, maybe she's just out walking somewhere."

"I hope, even though she knows I don't want her leavin' the house today; alone that is." He ran a hand through his hair. "This whole single father thing isn't all it's cracked up to be."