Hi y'all!

So this is hopefully a longer story that I will be writing. It has lots of strong Quintis in it. It is rated T, although I seriously bet that most parents would allow their eight year old to read it. This is the basic storyline:

After an intense case, Happy discovers that a helpful onlooker was shot in the crossfire, leaving behind her baby daughter. Happy, on a whim, adopts the baby, not wanting it to enter foster care. Her and Toby end ip growing together because of the baby.

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I watch from the corner of my eyes as Happy sighs. She rubs her temples in an uncharacteristic motion. I know that this day has been particularly stressful for her.

"Hey." I said, approaching her from behind and giving her a wide girth.

"I need to go contact the family of that woman." She said, pointedly ignoring me. I sighed and went back to the van to finish paperwork. I filled it out, piece by piece, bored to death by the work. After five minutes of work, and finishing it, and followed Happy.

It didn't take long to find her.

Happy stood in front of the counter at the Mexican Grocery. She talked to the cashier in rapid Spanish, her hands flying all over the place. She looked distressed and upset. Where did she learn Spanish?

The cashier signed dejectedly, and I could see her shoulders slump. She opened the swinging counter door, which created a loud squeaking door, and Happy followed the lady behind the counter. I did too. It really wasn't safe to let her go alone.

The sight that I saw broke my not so fragile heart.

Laying in the floor was a pile of dirty blankets. And laying on top of all the dirty blankets was a baby. It wailed and kicked in only a diaper. I turned to gauge Happy's reaction.

Her face looked sad and depressed. Her teeth bit her lip unintentionally and her fist clenched at her sides. The woman said something and Happy looked ready to cry. Happy NEVER cried.

Happy swooped down and swaddled the baby to her chest. Small, unexpected tears dripped down her face. She held the baby to her tightly, dropping a small kiss on it's head. My heart melted at the feminine look of Happy and a baby. It was partially ruined by Happy in her leather jacket, but it made Happy look hot and sweet at the same time.

She said something to the lady, and the lady said something back. She looked like she wanted to cry again, but no more tears escaped form the tear ducts of her eyes.

The lady opened the cabinet above the bed and pulled out a pitiful bag of ripped plastic. Falling out of it was two things, a thin red blanket and a beat up camouflage folder. The lady babbled and Happy looked relieved. She grabbed the plastic bag. What was she doing? She grabbed the red blanket and slightly wrinkled her nose before putting it back in the bag. She slung the bag on her shoulder and readjusted the baby on her hip. She said something in a sentimental voice to the lady before partially hugging her and turning to leave. Then she saw me. She gave me a scowl and pushed past me, unhappily slamming the door. I sighed and opened it, following her.

"What are you doing?" I asked her. She stopped to look at me. She couldn't punch me because her hands were full with the baby, but she looked ready to kick me.

"This baby needs a home, and it isn't going into the system." Her eyes narrowed and she gave me that look that told me that she was po'ed.

"Ok." I said. She rolled her eyes and sneered at me be sore navigating her way over to Paige. I could see her explaining the situation to Paige. Paige smiled, smiled sadly, perked up, and then looked dejected. The conversation ended with Paige gesturing to me. I could see Happy tense, then her shoulders slump. Admitting defeat.

I pulled out my phone, pretending to be occupied with it when Happy approached me. I looked up when I felt her stop in front of me.

"Doc, I need help." She looked me in the eye, and she did look apprehensive at admitting this, but she also looked relieved to be able to ask for help. I raised my eyebrow cockily.

"I decided to adopt Consuela. I need help picking out bottles and cribs and all that stuff. And I can't take her home on my motorcycle." Happy struggled to maintain eye contact, but managed to do that.

"Ok. I'd love to help." I told her. She turned her attention to the baby to avoid me.

"Let's go. I already did my paperwork." I told her. She nodded and followed me to the parking lot.

"So tell my this baby's story." She rolled her eyes.

"Her name is Consuela. Her mother ran away from an abusive husband in Oaxaca. The baby was born here, she is an American citizen. Her mother is here, was here, on a visitor pass. No family. The folder has her birth certificate and social security, and all that in it." Happy walked around to the passenger side of the truck. She opened her door carefully and slowly, balancing the baby on her hip. I watched her, secretly touched inside by the tough girl showing a calm exterior.

I started the truck and watched as Happy coddled the baby to her chest, whispering in calm Spanish. As soon as the baby closed her eyes and relaxed against Happy's chest, I popped the question.

"Where did you learn Spanish?"

"One of my foster families spoke it. They taught me some. When I moved I decided to take Spanish in high school and I took I through out college, I minored in it in fact." She smirked at my face. Yes, I was shocked.

"Where did you go to college?" I asked. It seemed that she loved to remind me now little I knew of her past.

"Wouldn't you like to know. So, what are we going to get?" She switched the subject, but I let it go. No big deal. I'd remember to ask later.

"Well, how old is she?" I asked.

"Three months." Happy replied.

"So we need formula, bottles, bibs, a crib or bassinet, clothes, wipes, diaper changing table, toys, car seat, high chair, and a lawyer." I listed the things off slowly.

"Ok. So are we going to do all the shopping today?" Happy asked incredulously.

"Just the basics. We can do more tomorrow, it is Friday." I told her. She nodded in agreement.

"I also have a friend from Harvard who specializes in this sort of thing. He owes me a favor, I'm sure he'll help you out." I tell her. She nods.

"Ok. So, let's head to a baby store downtown that I know about. I'm sure they'll have almost everything we need." She nods in agreement.

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"I'm so overwhelmed." Happy tells me as we step into the store. Consuela is wrapped in a t-shirt that I had in the back of the truck. I'm holding her to my chest tightly because Happy said that her arms were going to fall off otherwise. Happy's eyes are wide as she stares at the huge selection of everything.

"Car seat first." I tell her. She nodded.

In the next two hours we had picked out a car seat, bassinet, formula, diapers and an assortment of bibs and passifires. Happy looked exhausted.

"I'm gonna go pick out some clothes, you go sit in the car." I told her. She nodded, surprisingly submitting to the command. Happy didn't like being told what to do. She walked out of the store, and I could see her climb into the truck and close her eyes. She must be exhausted.

I turned towards the clothes, and quickly picked out an assortment of onesies, shoes, socks, and other things. I couldn't resist the little fedora that I spotted, even though I knew that Happy would protest. Finally, I bought a pink onesie that said, "Daddy' s Girl". Happy would kill me, but it was adorable.

I spotted a baby Bjorn, a thing that would strap the baby to our chest. Our chest. I liked that idea. That we were raising this baby together, as ours.

Ok, maybe I was getting a little ahead of myself, but I grabbed the baby Bjorn and headed to the checkout. It was a huge amount. I hope Happy knew financially what she was taking in. Of course, if she and any trouble I would help her out. As the baby's father of course...

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So, what did y'all think?

I will only be continuing this if I see three follows/reviews/favorites saying they would like me to continue.