For Better or Worse

Summary: The truth behind Chris's messy divorce.

Pairings: Tracey/Chris, eventually Tracey/Kelly (of course)

Disclaimer: As with anything I write, I do not own the characters.

Author's Note: Yes, it's random, but that's me. Basically inspired when Chris said he had been divorced.

New York City

Seven Years Ago

"Honey, I'm home," Tracey Kibre-Ravell called as she tossed her keys onto the table inside the hallway. She had the small stack of mail in her left hand and the small bag of groceries in her right. She walked down the hallway and turned right into the kitchen where she found her husband, Detective Chris Ravell, cooking behind the stove. She smiled as she placed the mail and bag on the kitchen table and walked up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist. "You know, I love a man who can cook for me," she said seductively.

Chris smiled as he placed the spoon with which he had been using to stir spaghetti sauce down on the spoon rest. He turned around and pulled Tracey into a tight hug. "You took the test?" he asked with eager anticipation.

Tracey quickly turned the burners on the stove off. She nodded slightly. "I'm ovulating," she informed him with a wide smile on her face.

"Then screw the spaghetti," Chris said as he lifted Tracey into his arms. He frowned slightly. "Ok, don't really do that. Let's just go upstairs, have some hot, sweaty sex, and forget about dinner."

Tracey laughed. It was like they were dating all over again. "As thrilling as that idea sounds, I'm starving," she said as she gestured her head back at the ground.

Chris sighed as he lowered her back down. "Fine, but no dessert," he told her.

"Well, define dessert," Tracey said seductively as she began pouring the spaghetti through the colander.

Chris smiled as he kissed the top of her head. "I like the way you think, Kibre," he told her as he reached for some plates. "You are the best thing the D.A.'s office has to offer," he added. He then gasped and looked over at her. "If we do get pregnant, it won't be a problem, will it?"

Tracey shook her head. "I don't believe so. I met my partner today, so she should help ease the workload."

"Is she any good?" Chris asked as he started preparing drinks. "What's she like?"

"Her name's Kelly Gaffney," Tracey began. "I didn't get to spend a lot of time with her today, but she seems very professional. We could get along quite well, and she would definitely be nice to have around. As much as I love everyone, it is nice to have another female to work with."

Tracey finished scooping out some spaghetti onto the two plates. "Ready?" she asked as she tilted her head at the table.

Chris smiled as he walked over to the table with the drinks in his hands. "Ready," he confirmed as he sat down. He placed one glass of wine at Tracey's place and the other at his.

"Wine with spaghetti?" Tracey questioned as she sat down.

Chris shrugged. "Why not?" he asked. "Wine's nice 'cause it puts you in the nice, romantic mood, and the spaghetti's the only thing I know how to cook."

Tracey smiled as she shook her head slightly at her husband. She could not believe what she was hearing, but she loved him anyway. "So, how was work?" Tracey asked as she twirled the spaghetti around on her fork.

"Ok, I guess," Chris admitted through a mouthful of food. He swallowed before continuing. "Would have been better if I was investigating one of your cases," he added. "It makes me feel better knowing I'm helping you."

"I love you," Tracey said simply as she placed her fork-free right hand on top of Chris's. She popped another bit of spaghetti into her mouth, swallowed, then looked at Chris. "Want to skip dinner?" she asked.

Chris looked at her. "Are you serious?" he asked. "I know how hungry you were," he began.

Tracey nodded. "I'm sure," she told him. "Besides, we should save the food for when I'm eating for two." She stood up and pushed her empty chair underneath the table. "Are you ready?" she asked.

Chris smiled as he picked her up in his arms. He quickly kissed her forehead as he began carrying her up the stairs. On their way up, Tracey kicked off her high heels. Once they reached the bedroom, Chris placed her down on the bed.

Tracey walked over to her dresser, pulled something out of it, and walked to the bathroom. "I'll be right back," she assured him. "Then you're going to have the ride of your life."