A/N This is it, last chapter. Tried to find the fine line between T and M in the strip club, don't think I crossed it though ;)

Greg walked into the strip club, he almost took his badge and gun with him out of habit but thought to leave them in the car just in time. He looked around; it was exactly what he thought, even though he had never actually been in a strip club while it was open. Colored lights and a lot of horny guys watching the girls eagerly. He hoped Zoë would be on soon, he didn't want to stay here long. Just long enough to see her for the first time in two weeks and give her a message.

He took a place near the stage, but not front row. He didn't need other girls, just Zoë. He wasn't going to deny they were attractive, but he knew Zoë would kick his ass if he even gave them a dollar.

Someone put a drink in front of him when he sat down, he was about to turn around to say he didn't order it but just smiled when he heard her voice.

"Diët coke, I'm up in 10 minutes." She whispered. "Better have some bills with you." She ran hand inside his shirt over his chest.

"I do."

"Hope it's enough to get yourself into the VIP room." She touched his shoulder before walking off.

The VIP room, Greg had no idea what kind of money would get him in there. He checked his wallet, he had over 200 dollars but he wasn't planning on spending it all.

...

He groaned when he laid his eyes on her for the first time, stripper cop, of course. She did a routine on stage, bills were thrown her way. Someone handed her 50 bucks for a lap dance, Greg didn't like it at all, especially since the guy was touching here. The doorman had told him he was not allowed to touch the girls.

"Keep your hands to yourself or I will get Jeff." He could hear Zoë tell the man, the man let his hands drop immediately. She finished the dance before coming over to Greg.

"VIP room 2, red curtain, give a hundred bucks to the big guy." She whispered in his ear as he put a couple of bucks into the waistband of her thong.

...

There was just a chair and a pole, that was all there was in the room. Greg shrugged and sat down in the chair. It wasn't long before some music started playing and Zoë walked in wearing a different costume. She went to gave him a lap dance so they could talk.

"First a cop, now a schoolgirl, really?"

"You say you don't like it? Because I can feel you do." She gave him an evil smile.

"You can?" He felt her grind against him and he groaned at the feeling. "Unfair. How did you know I'd have a hundred bucks?"

"It's a strip club, people are loaded with money. I'm guessing you are here for a reason?"

"Yeah." He was trying to concentrate but it was beginning to become very hard.

"Well?" She smiled at his struggle to concentrate.

"I wanted to make sure the guys were, uuhm behaving themselves." He put his hands on her hips.

"They are, doesn't mean I am." She kissed him.

"Owyeah, and it's going to go down next Thursday around 20.00" He knew the song was coming to an end.

"Giving me 24 hour time, huh."

She gave him a lingering kiss as she got up from his lap. She smiled at him and walked out. He took a few breaths before getting up and exiting the club.

...

"Hey stranger, you're not 21." Dean looked around surprised.

"Zoë.. Hey, I was just.."

"At a strip club with your under aged buddies drinking beer and watching girls?"

"Pretty much." She took their half full glasses and put them on her tray.

"Get out of here now, Dean. Trust me; you don't want to be here in the next 5 minutes."

"Hey, Dean, how much do you have to pay for her to give you some time?" One of his friends asked him, waving a 10 dollar bill.

"I'm guessing your entire allowance, kid. Dean, you don't want to be here." She stressed her point again.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I want to be here. The next act is a group act and it's on in a couple."

"I know, I'm in it. Dean, go." He shook his head. "If you're not gone by the time the act is finished I will have you kicked out." She walked backstage to get ready for the show.

...

They were just starting their routine on stage when she heard a loud bang.

"Police SRU!"

"Police! Stay where you are!"

"Police SRU, hands up!"

They walked through the club, ordering the Johns to one side of the club, and employees to the other.

"Dean?" Greg said surprised.

"Hi, dad."

"Go stand over there, I'll deal with you later. Go stand and shut up."

They cuffed everybody, Greg looked around.

"Anyone seen Zoë?"

"I put her with the employees." Spike said.

"Okay."

"ZOË!" It was Dean, Greg turned around to see a man with a gun to her head walk her up the stairs.

"Jeff, it wasn't me." Zoë was staring into the wrong side of his barrel, they were standing face to face in his office, the gun was lowered.

"Then how did they know, you've been here the shortest and I don't know you as Zoë."

"Jeff, I swear." She had her hands raised. "Maybe it was the bouncer or a barman, I don't know. It wasn't me."

Behind Jeff she saw the door swing open, Ed and Sam walked in.

"Police SRU!" Jack was startled and grabbed Zoë, pointing the gun to her head again.

"Jeff, it wasn't me, I swear."

"It wasn't you? Then why the fuck are they here, are you a cop Jackie, or Zoë or whatever the hell your name is?"

"I don't know Jeff, but I swear it wasn't me. I'm not a cop."

"Is your name Jackie or Zoë?"

"Both, my work name is Jackie. I'm not giving anyone my real name in this world."

Zoë tried her best to sound panicked and even managed to squeeze out a tear. A stripper wouldn't be cool when she got a gun pointed at her head.

"Jeff, put the gun down." It was Greg, he was standing behind Sam and Ed.

"Well, as long as I've got a gun pointed at her you can't shoot me." Zoë sighed, this could be a long night.

"Jeff, please let me go." He tightened his arm around her waist and pushed the gun into her temple harder. She closed her eyes and took a breath.

"You want her alive?" Jeff asked Greg.

"I want everyone out alive, Jeff."

"Why, she's just a whore, right?" Zoë noticed how Greg's jaw tightened. "A filthy whore, she's good though. Brings in more money than most."

His hand moved up over her body to grab one of her breasts roughly. She was dressed in a lace bra and the bottom half of a dirty nurses outfit, a stethoscope around her neck.. Greg could see Zoë's blood was boiling, she wasn't as good at keeping her temper in line as he was.

"What do you want Jeff?"

"I want a way out of here, and I'm taking this snitch with me."

"It wasn't me." Zoë repeated, a little less panicked and more pissed off than before.

"I've been to your house.. It's too cleaned up for a whore."

"I'm not a whore." She mumbled.

"What's that?"

"I said I'm not a whore."

"Well I remember it differently, we had a fun night, you and me." He tried to draw Greg out. "You're a cop, and you're dating one of them. Right? Which one is it?" He couldn't seem to make up his mind if she was a cop or not. He kept switching between cop and whore.

"I'm not a cop."

"You really had me fooled; you are really sexy for a cop. A quick learner too, those lap dances of yours can make a gay man hard." He turned his attention back to the guys. "So me and Jackie here.." He looked at her. "I mean Zoë.. Are going to walk out backwards. You even try to stop me, I'll shoot her."

"You don't want to do that, Jeff, you don't need murder added to the charges."

"I'll be going to jail for a very long time, you think I care about another 5 years?" He walked backwards, pulling Zoë with him.

Zoë knew she would be able to get out of his grasp but that would force Ed to shoot him, so she wanted to give them a little while longer to get her out. They exited through the backdoor and walked down the stairs backwards. Zoë almost tripped once, and she couldn't risk running away anymore, there were too many people in the room now. They walked backwards passed Dean and towards the front entrance. The guys were following them. All officers raised their guns when they saw Jeff holding a gun.

"Weapons down!" Greg told them.

"Zoë.." Dean mumbled, Zoë threw him a look that could kill.

"So, it's really Zoë? See, you are the snitch."

"He's drunk. "

"Doesn't look that drunk to me." They continued walking, they now reached the exit and Jeff opened the door. Jules, Spike and Wordy were waiting outside for them.

They got into one of the SRU cars, the keys were still in the contact. Zoë quickly flipped the switch that turned on the car's internal microphone, knowing Winnie would pick it up and stream it to the guys. She glanced to the dashboard, she knew this being the car Ed usually took there should be a gun inside the glove box. Luckily for Zoë, Jeff didn't know how to drive a stick. She looked outside to see the team and paramedics standing there.

"Where are you taking me, Jeff?" He wasn't able to drive the car and he was starting to get on edge.

"Somewhere I can kill you and get away quickly. Is this car bullet proof?" She believed he was going to kill her, and judging by the changes in Greg's face so did he.

"How should I know?"

She checked the door, it was still unlocked. It was now or never. She grabbed the gun out of the glove compartment with her left, while turning her face towards him and opening the passenger side door with her right. She jumped out and raised the gun at him. He did the same and they both fired a shot. The team darted forward. Zoë lowered the gun and Ed took it from her hands.

"Zoë's hit, get a medic." Zoë looked at her left arm.

"It's just a graze, Ed." But she walked with the medic anyway, slightly smiling at Greg. Trying to say 'Don't worry I'm fine'.

The paramedic wrapped a blanket around her and put a bandage on her arm. It wasn't long before Greg walked over.

"She's fine?" The medic nodded.

"Where's Dean." Zoë asked, clearly annoyed with him.

"Car, why?"

"I told him to go home.. And then he goes and blows my cover! Jesus, Greg. He could've gotten me killed!"

"He just wasn't prepared to see a gun against your head."

"Like I was?! I told him to go home! I told him to trust me and leave."

"You could've said they would bust the place.." Greg turned around to see Dean standing there. Zoë got up and wanted to walk towards him but Greg stopped her.

"Yeah because that's a great idea! Announce to them I'm a cop, because that wouldn't ruin the entire operation at all!"

Greg gave Zoë his jacket, her blanket had fallen down and she was still partly dressed like a nurse. Greg beckoned for Jules to come get Dean.

"Thanks.. So, I guess I stained the car a lot." She sat back down when Dean was gone.

"Yeah, we won't be able to use it for a while. Where did you get the gun from?"

"It's mine." Ed walked up to check on Zoë. "You okay?" Zoë nodded.

"Just another day." A medic walked up to them. "Glad I knew you kept your gun there."

"We're taking her to the hospital now, she really needs stitches." Greg nodded.

"Ed, you mind going with her? I'll go home with Dean." Ed nodded and got into the ambulance with Zoë.

...

"He's just a kid." He said once the doors were closed.

"I know, I just got a little pissed off. I'm not good at keeping my temper in line when someone calls me a whore. Besides, Dean seriously endangered my life, he needed to hear it."

"Jeff grabbed you too."

"I don't even want to think about that." Zoë sighed. "You didn't see the look in Greg's eyes.."

...

"Thanks for picking us up Spike." Zoë smiled at him as she and Ed got into the car once they were done in the hospital.

"You are welcome, Zoë. Where do you want me to drop you off?"

"15th division, need to talk to SIU."

"Dressed as a.. like that?" Zoë smiled.

"There are clothes in my locker, besides I still have Greg´s jacket."

…

Zoë opened the front door to Greg's house, they had exchanged keys just before she went undercover.

"Greg?" He walked out of his bedroom.

"Hey, didn't expect to see you tonight." He noticed the sling. "It was that serious?"

"No, but when I took it off Ed threatened to shoot me. Where's Dean?"

"Bedroom, unplugging his TV and computer."

"You took them away, huh?"

"He went to a strip club and drank while he was still grounded. Yeah, I took them away."

"Is it okay if I go see Dean? I feel like I need to apologize."

"Sure, you know his room."

…

"So, both the computer and the TV?" Dean looked up and almost dropped the computer.

"Zoë, hey. I'm sorry about blowing your cover and almost getting you killed."

"That's okay, I overreacted a little. Had adrenaline rushing through me and everything. Just, next time I tell you to get out.. Get out."

"I promise."

"Good, now, I would offer to help you with the computer but I'm not allowed to lift anything."

"Hope you get better soon."

"You and me both. So, anymore trouble? Besides the obvious?"

"Grounded for another month and he called my mom again.. And I have to give him my phone when I get home.."

"Sounds rough. Good luck, I'm just going to say goodnight to your dad before going home."

"Goodnight."

"Night, Dean."

…

"I'm going home."

"You can stay here."

"I know, but I'm tired and if I stay here I won't be able to keep my hands to myself."

"That so?"

"Yeah, so Monday is my first day with SRU. Even though I just got shot so I can't actually do my physical."

"Can I see you in the weekend?"

"Sure." She kissed him before grabbing her coat. "So, you keeping his electronics for the full month?"

"Nah, two weeks."

"That'll be torture enough." She waved at him before walking out.

…

A few months had passed, Zoë has been back with SRU for a while, she was in team two. She had an offer to join Greg in team one, but she and Greg had decided it was probably best for their relationship if she joined team 2.

"So, when are you going to ask her to move in together?" Greg almost choked in his coffee.

"Uuhm.."

"That's what people do right? You and Zoë spend almost every night together, weither it's here or at her place. Don't you think it's time?"

"I was actually going to ask you if that was okay, Dean."

"Why wouldn't it be? I like Zoë, she's nice enough. Besides, she keep you in line while you're keeping me in line."

"So, you want her around so you don't get grounded too much?"

"Pretty much."

"You do know that it's because of Zoë you couldn't go to Sven's party last month?"

"Yeah, but that's okay, I mean cops rolled in and everything."

"How is it that when I say you can't go to a party, you're mad but when Zoë says you can't, it's okay?"

"Because for some reason any time Zoë won't let me go, the cops bust the party and my friends get drug charges."

"Must be those guns and gangs connections." Greg sighed.

"So, you're going to ask her to move in?"

"Yes, but she wants a new place. So we will have to go house shopping."

"So, you've talked about it?"

"Yes, Dean, we've talked about it."

…

"I like it." Zoë said as she and Greg walked through the fifth house that day. "Plenty of space for a nice TV, plenty rooms. Nice open kitchen, no carpets.."

"Funny how you put TV to the front of the line."

"Shot up, you love watching TV. Think Dean will like it?"

"I think so, it's modern and full of technology. He likes technology."

"We'll have to come back with him this weekend. I want him to feel involved." Greg smiled at her.

"You're amazing, you know that?"

"Shut up." He smiled again.

"You could work on your how-to-take-a-compliment-skill."

"Shut up."

…

They had moved into the house a few weeks ago, they were just getting settled. Zoë had gotten a call from Greg, she needed to come into work early. Something with more than 2 dozen arrest warrants. So she turned around during her evening run and walked inside. She froze when she saw Dean making out on the couch with some girl, she wasn't sure what to do. Amuse herself by clearing her throat was definitely a choice. She opted against it and walked back to the front door, she opened and closed the door extra loudly.

"Hey Dean, I need to get into work early.."

She walked to the living room, they were sitting on the couch now. Flushed, breathing hard and Dean was trying to button his shirt. It reminded her of when she first met Dean. She couldn't keep the smile from creeping on her face.

"I'm interrupting. No worries, I just need to grab my bag. Dinner's already in the oven. Enjoy it, I think your dad's gonna be home late. We have a big thing tonight." The girl was bright red and Dean was looking between them, not sure what to do.

"Uuhm, Zoë this is Julie, my girlfriend. Julie, this is Zoë. My dad's girlfriend." Julie smiled at her friendly.

"Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Julie. I don't have much time, I have to be at work in 15 minutes. So, enjoy dinner. Dean, your dad would want me to remind you that you have school tomorrow."

"Yeah, thanks." Dean got up and followed Zoë to the front door. "Can you.. not tell my dad?"

"He's a cop, I think he's got a feeling already. How long have you been dating her?"

"Three weeks." Zoë nodded, they wouldn't be having sex yet. Right?

"Okay so, you know she can't stay over without you asking your dad?" He nodded. "Okay. I'll think about not telling him."

…

"Why is there a box of condoms on my bed?"

Dean called from his bedroom in the afternoon, Greg and Zoë were sitting on the walked into the living room.

"I know it was one of you."

"It wasn't me." Zoë held her hands up in surrender.

"Me either." Greg said.

"Sure, the elves must've done it."

"Listen, Dean..You're dating.." Greg started.

"And you're probably not there yet.." Zoë continued.

"But when you are, we want you to be safe.."

"It's a big responsibility, and if you're going to do it.." Dean kept looking between them as they were finishing each other's sentences.

"We rather you do it here, inside your room than in some toilet or alley or something." Greg finished.

"Just so you know, it's creepy when you guys finish each other's sentences."

…

"So, you're going to propose tonight?" Dean asked as he was sitting on the couch. His dad was stressing around the house, making sure he got everything.

"Yeah."

"One year anniversary, romantic."

"Says the guy who's been dating his girlfriend for three months and has attempted to cook for her."

"Hey, it's a big thing for her." Greg patted his pockets.

"CRAP! The ring! Have you seen it? I have to pick up Zoë at SRU in 15 minutes!" Dean sighed and grabbed the little purple box from the table.

"Dad." He threw him the box.

"Thanks."

"So, are you going to stay away tonight?"

"Why?" Greg asked suspiciously.

"Well, I thought Julie could stay over?"

"Do you still have the condoms?" Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yes, we haven't yet.. so yes, I still have them."

"Sure, she can stay over. We'll be at the Grand, so if you need us."

"Great, thanks."

"Is that why you've been cleaning your room all day?"

"Maybe. Don't you have to go?" Greg glanced at the time.

"Yes, thanks you for the ring. I'll call you if it doesn't work out."

"I'm sure it will."

...

He was kneeling in front of her, they were in the restaurant. Everyone was looking at them and Zoë had her hands clasped in front of her mouth.

"Zoë, I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you be my wife?"

"Yes, of course I will!" She kissed him after he had slid the ring around her finger.

...

"Are you alright?" He walked up behind her, she was looking out the window of their suite.

"I don't know." She said honestly.

"You still want to marry me, right?"

"God, yes. It has nothing to do with that. I just had a rough day."

"How rough?"

"I had to kill a nine year old kid, nine years Greg.. Since when do nine year olds walk through school with a gun, when did that happen?" He wrapped his arms around her middle and pulled her back to him.

"Hmm, sounds like rough is an understatement."

"Yeah, you should've seen the family.."

"Guess I picked the wrong day to propose."

"Nah, I needed something to get my mind off of it anyway. Dean doesn't mind us getting married?"

"He helped me pick out the ring, he thinks it's great."

"Good, so I'm guessing there's a fat party at our house right now?"

"Nah, Julie is staying over. He cooked for her." He kissed her neck gently.

"Dean doesn't cook.." Zoë said surprised, remembering he burned eggs just last week.

"I may have helped him after he burned everything, but he tried to cook."

"You're such a softie, so you said it was okay if she stayed over?"

"Yeah, figured he would do it anyway. I did check he still had condoms." Zoë laughed at him.

"Of course you did."

"You're the one who bought them for him."

"I figured you wanted to become a dad again before becoming a grandfather." He stopped nuzzling her neck and looked at her.

"Are you.."

"No! No, relax." He let out a breath. "You know I want to get married first, honey."

"So we better get married fast, what about next Sunday?" She turned around in his arms and looked up at him.

"That may be just a little too fast."

"Do you want a big wedding?"

"No, just closest friends and family. I do want a big honeymoon though, just get away from work for a couple of weeks and relax."

"Yeah, I could use a break myself."

...

Greg has sent Dean a text when they left the hotel the next day, he and Zoë didn't want to walk into anything.

"Dean?" They called out when they walked in. They dropped the overnight bags Greg had brought with him and hung up their coats.

"Yeah, coming." They walked into the living room, it was an absolute mess. It looked like they dropped a bowl of popcorn, there was a broken vase and dvd's all over the table.

"We were gone for just one day, right?" Zoë asked Greg, he just nodded while looking over the room. He glanced over to the kitchen, it looked even worse. Dean walked in, wearing shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hey, we didn't expect you home so soon." Zoë looked around again.

"Clearly.. I'm assuming you were actually planning on cleaning it up."

"Yes, of course I was. I just didn't expect you home until 5 or something."

Then Julie walked in, wearing a pair of Dean's sweats and a shirt of his. Zoë saw a pair of jeans laying behind the couch and a shirt under the table.

"Hey, Julie." Zoë and Greg smiled at her.

"We texted you we were coming back, Dean." Greg said, pointing to Dean's phone on the couch.

"Ow, uh yeah.."

"So, we're going to eat lunch at a diner. How about you get dressed and clean up the popcorn and glass. We'll bring you guys a burger?" Julie and Dean nodded sheepishly.

"Okay, we'll be back in an hour or so." Greg and Zoë shared a look before going out again.

"God Dean.. That's the second time." Julie said once she heard the door close. She then went to pick up her jeans and shirt.

"I thought they were coming home later."

"Think they noticed my clothes lying here?"

"My dad, probably. Zoë, Owyeah.."

...

"You'd think we were gone a month.." Greg said when he took a bite from his burger.

"I can't believe he broke that vase.." She sighed. "I loved that vase, you gave it to me."

"Yeah, I know." He smiled at her. "It's just glass though."

"I know, I'm not mad or anything.. I just loved that vase.. So how about we order those burgers for them and get going?"

"Sounds like a plan."

...

"GREG!" Ed yelled before running towards him. "Officer down!" He yelled through his radio. Ed pulled of Greg's vest and saw the blood coming through his shirt. "Officer shot, get an ambulance right now!"

"Ed,"

"Don't talk buddy, just keep breathing. You're getting married in a week and a half. Zoë's got her dress all picked out."

"Tell Zoë I love her."

"Tell her yourself buddy. I'm sure she'll be there when you wake up."

Ed was still trying to stop the bleeding but blood was seeping through his hands. Greg started coughing up blood when the ambulance arrived and took him in.

...

"Zoë." She picked up her phone, they just finished a drill outside at SRU in full gear.

"Zoë, it's Ed. You need to come to St Pat's."

"Is everything okay?"

"Greg's in surgery, he got shot."

"I'll be there in five, ER?"

"Yes, Zoë drive carefully, those five minutes don't matter." Zoë hung up the phone and ran towards Donna, team 2's sergeant.

"Greg got shot, I got to go. Can I take one of the SRU cars?"

"Yes, Zoë, of course. Let me know if he's okay?" Zoë nodded before running off.

...

She had turned the sirens on and they parted for her. she parked the car at the ER and ran inside. It wasn't long before she saw the guys.

"What happened?"

"A bullet went through his vest, they took him to surgery the second he got here."

"What did the bullet hit?"

"I don't know." Ed answered.

"Stomach, heart?"

"I think his lungs, but Zoë, I'm not sure."

"Did you ask the nurse?"

"We did, she wouldn't tell us anything because we weren't family." Zoë looked around for a second.

"Give me your ring."

"My what?" Ed looked at her surprised.

"My engagement ring is still in my locker since the necklace broke yesterday, give me your wedding ring."

Ed did as told, Zoë slid it around her finger. It was a little big on her, but good enough for now. She then walked towards a nurse.

"Greg Parker, I need to know how he's doing."

"Officer, like I told your colleague's, I can only give that information to family."

"Zoë Parker-Washburn, I'm his wife." She showed her the hand with Ed's ring. The nurse eyed her slightly suspicious.

"I'll call the doctor, please take a seat."

"Thank you." She walked back to team one and sat down. "He'll be fine." She told herself.

"Found something out?"

"She's calling the doctor."

...

A couple hours had passed, he was still in surgery when Dean walked through the emergency room doors.

"Dean." Ed called him over.

"How is he?" Dean turned to Zoë.

"Still in surgery. That's a good thing, he'll make it."

She didn't know if she was telling Dean or herself. Dean sat down next to her, the entire team was still there and Donna had called Ed more than once to check how everything was going.

...

"Zoë Parker?" A doctor walked towards her.

"Yes." She got up and ignored Dean's confused look.

"He's in room 2085, I can walk you there?" They all got up. "I'm sorry, just family for now." She nodded and looked at Dean.

"Dean, come on. That's you too."

...

She sat next to his bed and held his hand. Dean sat in a corner, he was shaken. The doctor had told them that he was going to be fine but that there was a lot of damage which is why it took so long. Zoë watched as he started to blink.

"Hey, honey. Welcome back." He turned his head to look at her and lifted his right arm so he could stroke her cheek.

"It's great to see you." He croaked.

"Dean," Zoë got his attention and got up so he could say hi.

...

Greg had to stay the night, he would be discharged the next day but they wanted to keep an eye on him. Ed had left to take Dean home a couple of minutes ago. Zoë still needed to go to SRU to drop the car off again and change.

"I thought you were going to die." A tear sneaked down her cheek.

"Hey, I'm fine. Where's this coming from? You and Dean have been here for hours."

"I was so scared Greg."

"Ed said you were doing fine while I was in surgery."

"Dean was there." Greg smiled at her, of course she tried to act tough in front of Dean. "Didn't want to scare him?" She nodded.

"You were gone for so many hours."

"It's fine, I'll be out of here tomorrow and we'll get married next week." He took her hand. "Don't remember giving you that ring." Zoë looked down at her hand.

"Crap, it's Ed's. I knew they would only let family see you, so if someone asks, we're married." Greg smiled at her. "I better drop by his house, give it back to him. Sophie might kill him if she sees it's missing."

...

"Zoë, hey." Sophie smiled at her as she opened the door. "I'm glad Greg is fine."

"Makes two of us. Is Ed around?"

"Yeah, of course. Come in."

"Thanks." Zoë smiled at Sophie as she stepped in. She walked into the living room and saw Ed on the couch. "Hey." He looked up.

"Hey, what are you doing here? I dropped Dean off at your place."

"I know." She removed the ring from her hand. "You forgot something." She handed it to him.

"Ah, thanks. Sophie thought I lost it and was mad, until I told her you had it."

"She knows how it feels, to date a reckless cop."

"I'm not reckless." She raised her eyebrows. "Most of the time. Greg is never reckless, you know that." She nodded.

"At least he'll have the time off until the wedding." She smiled at him. "Better get going, Dean likes to make huge messes when we're not around."

He smiled at her and got up to walk her out

"Good luck with that."

"Thanks."

...

"So, Mr Parker."

"So, Mrs Parker." She smiled at him, he didn't think she would change her name but she told him she couldn't wait to do so.

"How does it feel to be married for the very last time?"

"Damn good, what about you, how do you feel?"

"Pretty much the same as this morning, only without the nerves." He smiled at her and kissed her deeply. "So, you gave Dean a list of the rules before we left, right?"

"Yes, he can have one party while we're gone, but no booze and he has to clean everything up. He's not allowed to set the house on fire.. and Julie can stay over as long he's safe, he rolled his eyes at me when I told him that, again."

"He doesn't like to talk about sex with you."

"Clearly."

"We'll see what a mess he made in two weeks."

"Yes we will, so, how about a walk on our private beach?"

"Sounds good."

...

"Ed, tell me that time is wrong."

"No, it's four, why?"

"Turn around!"

"What?"

"Turn on the sirens and turn around. St Patricks hospital." Greg turned his radio back on. "Guys, Ed needs to drop me off at St. Pat's, you go to HQ, we'll debrief when I get back." Ed made an illegal U-turn at the next intersection.

"Why? Is something wrong?" Jules asked.

"No, Zoë has her sonogram at 10 past 4, right?" Spike asked.

"Yes Spike, thank you for reminding me 10 minutes ago when we actually passed the hospital."

...

"You better be on your way.." Greg smiled at his wife.

"I'm in the parkinglot, where are you?"

"Sonogram waiting room."

...

"Oh, you got to be kidding me.." Zoë mumbled when Greg walked into the waiting room wearing his uniform and weapon. Everyone in the waiting room looked up worried at him. "You couldn't have changed first?" That seemed to clear up most worried looks.

"I thought you preferred me actually getting here on time."

"You forgot, didn't you?"

"No.." Zoë held up a SRU radio. "Really, you stole a radio?"

"Borrowed. I had a bet with Spike, I said you wouldn't dare to forget, again, he said you would."

"Last time was different."

"Sure it was."

"Parker?" A nurse called out. Zoë and Greg got up.

...

The doctor walked in and looked Greg over.

"Did he forget again?"

"Yes."

"Most men do, so last scheduled sonogram before delivery. Are you excited?" They both nodded.

"Okay, let's see." She put the gel on and looked at the screen. "Looks like they're still both healthy."

"Can you check gender again? Last time you couldn't see them very clear." Greg asked.

"Sure, give me a second.. We've got a boy, and another boy."

"Geez, those are gonna be a handful." Zoë sighed while Greg kissed her forehead.

...

Greg and Zoë had dropped both one year olds off at daycare before going to work. It would only be for a week or so, Zoë was joining team one again and Greg retired to be a stay at home dad. Sam was taking his place as sergeant and Zoë would take Sam's place. Zoë had been at home until now, she wanted to get back in and Greg was more than happy to stay at home with the boys. Dean was starting his second year at college, criminology, he also wanted to join law enforcement, only without getting shot at every day.

"Sergeant Parker, Constable Parker." Ed acknowledged them both as they walked into the briefing room. "How does it feel to work together?"

"Great." They said in unison.

"How was it to leave your kids?" He asked Zoë, as Greg had been working normally for the last 10 months.

"Hard, but I'm sure I'll get used to it when daddy stays at home with them."

...

Zoë and Greg had just finished cleaning out his locker and were on their way home when they noticed Sam sitting in the briefing room. They walked in.

"Have fun with that paperwork, Sam-tastic." Greg smiled at him.

"That's Sergeant Braddock now." Sam smiled back at him. "Have fun with the diapers and being the worried husband." They exchanged another smile before Greg and Zoë turned around and left.

"First day of the rest of our lives?"

"First day of the rest of our lives." Greg confirmed.

A/N This REALLY is the end :P Really, I swear, no matter how hard you beg fireandice1986! And no, I didn't write the wedding or honeymoon cause the last one I did was hard enough!