Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except for Sam Boscorelli and Gordon Sharp. Everything else belongs to NBC, so please don't kill me.
Author's Note: This is really my first attempt at writing any kind of fan fiction, so please don't be too harsh. Criticism is good, but too much can be a bad thing. This is just the beginning of the story, and I'm not quite sure how this is going to work, but at least I have some idea, so we'll see.
Safeguarding Sam
"Bye Dad," 9 year old Samantha Boscorelli said as she pulled herself out of her dad's prized Mustang.
"See ya when I get home, Sammi," said her father, Maurice Boscorelli, or just Bosco. He watched her meet her friends Rachel and Melissa at the bottom of the concrete steps of St. Joseph's Elementary School, then sped off home to get ready for work.
"Hey Bosco," he heard his partner, Faith Yokas, say to him as he walked into the locker room of the 55th precinct.
"Yo," was all he replied, earning a slightly peeved look from Faith.
"Oh, hey, Boz, Emily wants to have a play date with Sam sometime this week."
"Yeah, sure," he replied, finally managing to open his stubborn locker. "How about Thursday?"
"Fine by me."
Bosco and Faith were the last ones to the room right behind Ty and Sully. No sooner had they taken their seats when they heard the gruff voice of Lieutenet Swersky.
"Yokas, Boscorelli, see me right after roll." He had a look on his face that suddenly made Bosco uneasy. They sat through roll and the usual blabbing of Swersky.
"Now let's be careful out there," Swersky finished. No sooner had he finished his statement, when Bosco popped out of his chair and walked over to where Swersky was standing. Faith followed.
"What's up, Lieu?" he asked eagerly.
"This isn't going to be easy to hear, for either of you," he said, making eye contact with them both. "I just got word from the State Prison that Gordon Sharp has been released 6 months early for good behavior. He's out on the street again. Worse yet, I've been informed that when he left, he was headed for New York City." He saw the looks on their faces. "It's a big city he may not come anywhere near here."
Bosco had abruptly stopped listening to Swersky.
"Is there anything we can do to keep him away from here, sir?'
"I'm afraid not, Bosco."
With that, Bosco stalked away, muttering that he'd get the radios. Faith took an apologizing glance at Swersky before following Bosco.
"Boz," said Faith, quickly following Bosco. "Bosco, talk to me." He suddenly stopped and turned around and Faith nearly ran him over.
"I know what's gonna happen Faith. I know he's gonna come back to finish the job. I just….I don't know how to keep Sam safe this time."
"That was six years ago, Bosco. He's probably over it by now. He's probably coming here to catch a flight out to Costa Rica or something to get away from the states."
"Yeah, right, sure. He could go anywhere else to catch a flight, but he just happens to be on his way here. You may be right. Maybe he is catching a flight to Costa Rica. But not before he stops by to see me. I gotta do something Faith," he said in desperation.
"What can you do Bosco? He was let out for good behavior. They're not gonna be keeping tabs on him or anything."
"I don't know, Faith. I honestly don't know. But that psycho killed my wife. There's no way in hell I'm letting him get near my daughter."