Title: In which all could be lost.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: If I owned anything worth owning I wouldn't have time to fantasize.

A/N: I have not forgotten my other stories; I've had a major case of writer's block. This is dedicated to a special person out there. I wrote this around Valentine's Day and wanted to perfect it to make it as brilliant as possible.

Greg walked through the door knowing what he would find. He'd see his precious fifteen year old with her eyes glued to cold case files.

The sight that actually welcomed him was something no one could have prepared him for in his entire life. His precious daughter was no where in sight. Instead, the back of her boyfriend was all that was visible. Greg became his enraged fathering self and grabbed Logan off the couch. He looked sternly from his daughter to her boyfriend.

"What in the world is going on here?" he fumed.

"It's not what it looked like daddy." She responded slowly, still in her reclined position on the couch.

"Well, you care to explain to me what this looks like to you. Because to me it looked like this situation was about to go somewhere neither one of you is ready to handle."

He looked at the boy next to him. He was 5'6" and had his mother's eyes, his dad's smile, and the combination of their skin tone and brains.

"Logan, I think it's time for you to leave. I need some alone time with my daughter."

"But, sir-" Logan began.

"Please, Logan. Just go for now. I'll talk to you later." The voice from the couch said breaking her silence.

Logan sighed and hung his head in defeat.

"Sir, just don't be too hard on her."

Logan left on that note. As the door closed, Greg turned once more and faced his daughter. He sat on the floor staring at her.

"Dad-" She began but was interrupted by her father.

"Elise, go to your room and get ready to leave. You have to be at school in a little while."

Sara walked in and saw the look on her husbands face. She let out a heavy sigh. She slowly walked up and began massaging his shoulders.

"Sara, Elise was on that couch and Logan was over her and-" He could not bring himself to finish.

"Greg, look at me."

He slowly turned to face her.

"She's fifteen. These things are going to happen."

"Not at fifteen. She's too young for such behavior."

Sara just smiled at him and pulled him close to her.

"We'll loose her eventually."

"Not until she graduates college."

Sara muffled her laugh. She knew that their daughter was so much like her parents. She was not looking forward to this new transition because it was going to be very hard trying to keep her husband calm.

TBC………