Disclaimer: L&OCI is not mine and never will be!

Summary: TeddyMo gave me the idea of an Easter Egg Hunt for the Goren Triplets. You know Bobby, he has to plan. He has about a month to plan it. Chapter one's dilema, how to color eggs?

I must admit, being Armenian, I was faced with this problem myself when my boys were young. I couldn't figure out why the eggs didn't turn pretty colors. My husband said ... "Didn't you ever color eggs when you were a kid?"( Ah, yeah ... I said) "Then why did you buy brown eggs?" My Armenian friends will know why that doesn't matter!

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CHAPTER ONE: THE INTERNET IS DOWN!

Small Detectives In The making: an Easter Egg Hunt

Detective Eames has been back from maternity leave for approximately one month. Long enough to miss the triplets, but not long enough to miss the hunt … the hunt of chasing down clues and crossing the T's and dotting the I's on their latest case. That was Bobby's gig … Alex was a mother now and the kids were her life … she no longer lived for the job.

It was her day off, Bobby was without his Eames. Some say, she wasn't just his partner, his wife, but his muse. They were probably right, but don't tell Alex that … she'll kick your butt while feeding, changing and burping all three babies. She was happy to be at home with her nine month old triplets … Haley, Tracy and John … the runt of the Goren litter. This particular day, Haley was crawling and climbing. Tracy was sitting and "reading" a book and John Robert Goren was taking his first steps. As Bobby walks into his home, his first thought was that of a different type of hunt, an Easter Egg Hunt. The First Annual Goren Easter Egg Hunt Extravaganza. Since becoming a husband and father, he felt the need to name everything. The reason for the Easter Egg hunt idea … Tracy was "reading" Peter Rabbit, Haley was hopping up and down on the couch and John was hunting about looking for anything and everything to hold onto as he hopped from one piece of furniture to the next.

Alex was sitting in the center of the activity when Bobby came home.

"Hi babe, how was work."

"Sucks without you. I hate, "Eames day off." He imitates the other detectives. So Goren … no Eames today? Eames' day off? Who are you stuck with today? Or should we say … who's stuck with you?"

"Come on Bobby, can't be that bad!?"

"Why can't I stay home and see the peanut's first steps? Why don't you ride with Detective Peters and I'll stay home?"

Bobby disappears into the kitchen to see what's cookin.' Alex yells to him.

"I'm sure you'd love that, Bobby. Me riding with that cute hunk from for the 2-4."

Bobby pokes his head out of the kitchen.

"Ah … I don't ask … he don't tell." He retreats back into the kitchen to add the finishing touches to the roast chicken dinner.

"In other words, you wouldn't be jealous?"

He pokes his head back out … "Ah … no." Back into the kitchen he goes.

"Should I be jealous?"

He steps out of the kitchen and makes a gesture across his body. "Ah … yup."

She shakes her head, looks at her children and says … "He's your father."

"Dinner is ready."

Alex gathers up the Trips while Bobby runs upstairs to change out of his work clothes. He begins to formulate his master plan … coloring and hiding eggs. He sits at the computer to ask it a question.

How on earth do you color eggs?

"ALEX!?"

Alex startled at the sound of her husband's yell … was his left arm numb? Did he have chest pain … why was he yelling? She ran up the steps as fast as she could.

"Bobby? What's wrong? Are you okay? How can I help?"

"The internet's down. I need to know how to color eggs."

With her hands on her hips … actually one hip, she was looking for her gun. She had to say it.

"Why, did the Easter Bunny quit? Are you in charge of quality control?"

He rolls his eyes.

"You know how I was raised, Alex. We didn't color eggs. I thought an Easter Egg Hunt would be just the thing for our little future detectives."

"First of all, John is going to be the starting shortstop for the Yankees. Haley has a beautiful singing voice and Tracy, well, Lewis has already pegged her to become a mechanic. Our children are not going to be detectives."

"Oh really?" A beautiful singing voice?

He points at the top of the staircase. John climbed up the stairs to find his parents. Alex panicked when she saw him, ran to him and scooped him up. Bobby chuckled.

"This doesn't prove anything."

"He came looking and he found. That's my boy … a detective in the making. Now, about those eggs."

"You need the internet for that?"

"I was going to research, "how to color eggs."

"For such a smart guy you can be such a, a, a …"

"Egg head?"

"Yeah … egg head."

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Let me know if there is interest in an Easter Egg hunt featuring Bobby crawling around on the floor with his butt up in the air looking for eggs and such ... no pressure!