A/N: Ok, so this is probably a bad idea, but I'm gonna do it anyway. So, here goes. This story is Eric x Natalia and Ryan x Calleigh. But the story isn't' centered around them. It's centered on the lives of their children.

A/N 2: Ok, so I wasn't originally going to put this, but my friend (who I had read over this) kept asking who it was. Whenever it says Liv, it is pronounced like the "liv' in Olivia. The only reason I say this is because she kept asking who Live was.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI's or the other lab people. I do own the people you don't recognize.

Eric Delko walked into his house. He put his stuff by the door and walked in farther, expecting to smell some sort of take out. He didn't.

"Natalia?" He called out, uneasily.

"In here." He heard his wife call from the bathroom. She walked out, holding something in her hand.

"What's that?" Eric asked curiously. She held it out to him and he took it. "What the hell's the blue mean?" He asked, recognizing it as a pregnancy test.

"Blue means yes." Natalia said softly. She smiled.

"We're having a baby." Eric said, almost in disbelief.

"Yeah, we're having a baby." Natalia smiled and Eric wrapped his arms around her.

Natalia and Eric managed to tell everyone at the lab that she was pregnant. They received congratulations from everyone, especially Calleigh.

"That is so great. They're going to grow up together." A 4-months pregnant Calleigh had said. Ryan shook his head as he looked at the two women.

"Good luck, man." Ryan said to Eric.

"Thanks. You're really making me look forward to the next 9 months."

5 months later, on February 9, Calleigh had given birth to a boy. He weighed 8 lbs. and 7 oz. when he was born and Natalia and Eric were named godparents.

A little less than 4 months later, on June 4, Natalia gave birth to a daughter. She was 7 lbs. and 9 oz. when she was born and Natalia and Eric named Ryan and Calleigh godparents to her.

And so the friendship began.

Almost 16 years later……

"C'mon Jus, don't do that." The 15-year-old girl said from her place on the ground. She was sitting with her back to a brick wall in an abandoned alley near an old, unused pizza place. She was drawing in a sketch book that was on her lap. She was the spitting image of her mother, except for her hair, which was dark brown, like her father's.

The person she was talking to was spray painting the brick wall just opposite of her with blue paint.

"What's wrong, Liv? Who's gonna catch me?" Justin Timothy Wolfe cocked his head to the side and looked at his best friend. He had inherited his father's brown hair and his mother's blue eyes. He was pretty tall, easily about 8 inches taller than his best friend, who was only about 5'3.

Olivia Marisol Delko shivered. She smiled at her best friend, while flipping her sketch book closed. "Oh, I don't know. Other than the cops, we are the children of 4 CSI's. We're already past curfew. Our moms have probably already called each other with worry and have called the cops."

"You mean Dad and Dad." Justin pointed out as he took off his sweatshirt and handed it to her. She gratefully pulled it over her head. "But, you're right. Let's get going." He held out his hand to help her stand. She took it and pulled herself up. She dusted off her jean skirt and put her sketch book inside her purse.

The two teenagers began to walk away from the alley. Justin put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close to him.

"What did you write on that wall anyway?" Olivia asked.

Justin shrugged. "What the fu…?" He was cut off by Olivia pressing her hand to his mouth.

"I thought we decided we were going to stop the swearing given to you by your Irish father." Olivia said. She began to walk ahead of him and turned around, beginning to walk backwards.

Justin shrugged again. "Can't help myself. It's in my blood."

Olivia giggled and turned around, only to stop dead in her tracks and have Justin bump into her. "Shit."

"I thought we were going to stop that swearing habit that your Spanish father gave you." Justin teased.

"Will you shut up?" Olivia said, pointing to a car, while biting her bottom lip.

Getting out of the Hummer's passenger seat was Ryan Wolfe. A very angry looking Eric Delko stepped out of the driver's seat.

"Hi daddy." Olivia spoke softly, like she was in a library or a sleeping child's room.

"Hi Liv. Hey Justin." Eric looked at the two teenagers. Justin nodded while Olivia bit her lip harder.

"So, why are you guys here? Did you get a dead body or something?" Olivia asked, feigning innocence.

Ryan held up a blue spray paint can. "Are you two having fun?"

Cocking his head to the side, Justin spoke. "That depends. Which answer will get me into the least trouble?"

Eric looked at him. "The answer that explains why you spray painted the wall, why you're still here, why you're still with my daughter, and why she is wearing your sweatshirt."

"I told you this was a bad idea." Justin said.

"My idea?" Olivia asked.

"Stop it. You guys can't keep doing this. I'm on call. I can't rush over to pick you two up wherever you get into trouble. I shouldn't have to. You shouldn't get into trouble. She called me to find you guys." Eric said. He started to talk to Olivia. "Your mother is worried sick. She's at home, thinking a serial killer or a rapist got you."

"Well, I guess that I better go talk to her about that. Bye." Olivia started to jog away, towards the subway station.

"I'll go with her." Justin said as he began to walk away, but was stopped by Eric.

"If there is one thing wrong with her, don't think I won't hesitate to kill you. Just because I'm your godfather, doesn't mean I won't kill you." Eric glared at him. "Now, go follow her. Make sure she doesn't get into any trouble. Go home with her. Your mom's there with Natalia right now." Justin started to run away from his father and godfather.

With a sigh, Eric and Ryan climbed back into the Hummer and drove back to the lab.

Olivia looked up from her position on the couch as soon as she heard the door open. Upon seeing it was her father, she placed her head back on her knees, which were pulled up to her chest.

Eric walked right past her to the kitchen where Natalia handed him a cup of coffee.

"I know you might want to yell and scream and tell her she's never allowed out again. But just remember a couple things. Number1, she's genuinely sorry for what she did. Number 2, she didn't touch the spray paint. Number 3, she's your daughter, not a criminal serial killer. Number 4, that is our living room, not an interrogation room. Number 5, talk to her as her father, not a cop." Natalia sat down across from him and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"I like Justin. It's not that I don't. But if he wasn't do god damn stubborn on showing Ryan that he doesn't want to be a cop…" Eric broke off.

"She's miserable right now."

"I know. She knows she's in trouble. That's good. But she's gotta learn not to cover from him all the time." Eric said. "I'm gonna go talk to her." Natalia nodded and Eric walked into the living room. He sat down on the edge of the coffee table. Olivia looked up at him and it struck Eric just how much she looked like Natalia.

"What's my sentence?" She asked quietly.

"I don't know yet. I'll let you know when we're done talking. Now, whose idea?

"Justin's"

"Spray paint?"

"Justin."

"Sweatshirt?"

"I was cold and he gave it to me."

"What were you doing?"

"Talking."

"About?"

Olivia rolled her eyes, again, reminding Eric of Natalia. "I told him that he needed to straighten his act up before next year starts. He promised that he would. Then he found the paint and I started to draw." Eric nodded.

"What's my sentence?"

"2 weeks."

"Can I go now?" Eric nodded and Olivia kissed his cheek.

"G'night Daddy." She went into her bedroom.

"I'm going to bed. You coming?" Natalia asked him.

Eric nodded and followed her into their bedroom.

Calleigh watched the shouting match that was happening in her living room between her son and her husband. They had long finished arguing about tonight. Justin had received his punishment and had accepted it. Then, Ryan had brought up something Justin had done in the past and Justin just blew up.

Calleigh literally threw herself in between them. Both Wolfe men caught her before she hit the floor.

"Okay, that's enough out of both of you. Ryan, you shouldn't have brought that up. What's in the past is in the past. And Justin, you shouldn't have exploded when you father said that. You've seen the people that end up in jail. He's just worried and doesn't want you to become one of them."

"I know Mom." Justin began. "I know. I promised Liv that I'd stop."

Calleigh smiled as she left the room and went into her bedroom to take a shower and leave the men to talk.

"So, you promised Olivia?" Ryan asked.

"Don't do that." Justin said.

"Do what?" Ryan asked.

"Turn it into something it's not."

"I'm not doing anything."

"Yes you are. You're saying that just because I promised Olivia something, that it means I'm in love with her. I got news for you. I'm pretty sure I'm not."

"I heard about the dance." Ryan let out a small chuckle on the look of disbelief on his son's face. "Mom doesn't keep secrets. From me, at least."

Justin shook his head." It's ok. I knew she would tell you sooner or later." He paused. "I have to ask Eric first though, Mom says."

Ryan shook his head. "Good luck with that one. Wish I could help, but with Delko, you never know what you're going to get and I could make it worse."

Justin nodded. "I'm going to bed. Night Dad."

"Night Justin." Calleigh and Ryan called at the same time.

"Love you Mom." Justin shut his door and climbed into bed moments later.

A/N 3: Soooooooo, what do we think? Remember, reviews are love.