A/N: I decided I'd write a little more of this cause I find it funny. And "Emily's" pony vs. cell phone comercial made me think of Bosco's cluelessness. (If you don't know the girl in the commercial who gets the pony that's eating the dog house, used to play Faith's daughter on ThirdWatch.) Mostly a CJ chapter!

"You're joking." Jordan Hoyt leaned over the table and grabbed the bottle, carefully balancing the phone between her shoulders and the baby in the crook of her elbow.

"No... I'm not.. I'm serious." The man on the other side of the phone said embarrassed.

"You got her a pony." She grimaced before shooting a smile at the newborn, plugging her mouth with the nipple.

"Yeah.."

"She's like 14 right?"

"In June."

"Who the hell told you to get her a-?"

"My partner." The detective told her defensively. "I asked him what little girls like for Christmas, like their dream presents you know?"

"For a six year old!" Jordan started laughing."What did she say?"

"She was surprised!" He yelled. "Said something about not being able to text message with it. I- awe hell! I'm gonna kill him."

"Him?"

"My partner.." He groaned. "Cocky bastard. Look I'm just asking if you guys want a stupid shetland pony."

"A pony?"

"Mya's scared to death of the damn thing. You live on a farm don't you?"

"I guess technically we-."

"Jor?" Her husbands voice boomed though the house.

"Woody's home." She cupped her hand over the phone. "In here!"

"Who's on the-?"

"Bosco." She said pointedly.

"Is everything okay?" Woody looked worriedly at her before kissing the baby on the head.

"He saw them." She told him, waiting for the wince she knew would come.

"He has to stop doing that." Woody winced.

"Tell him that's easy for him to say." Bosco countered.

"He knows that." She whispered, not sure which man she was talking to.

"They okay?" Hoyt settled next to her at the table.

"Looked like it." She bit her lip.

"How are the kids?"

"He got Emily a pony for Christmas."

"Isn't she like 16?"

"13!" Bosco yelled loudly. "God damn I'm so stupid."

"He want's to know if we want a pony for Garrett." Woody cast a glance at his daughter before shrugging, she turned back to the phone. "Send us the pony."

"Garrett's doing okay?" Bosco asked softly.

"Yeah, she's great. Sleeping through the night and stuff."

"Great." Bosco sighed deeply.

"Can you even have a pony in New York?"

"They don't live in New York anymore." Jordan finished.

"Hey, I'm gonna let you go." Bosco whispered to her. "I gotta find out how to mail a pony from New Orleans to Wisconsin."

"Sure." Jordan knew that voice. It was the why did you two get to live happily ever after voice. "Keep in touch Bosco okay?"

"Absolutely." He muttered before the phone clicked shut.

"He has to stop doing that." Woody breathed.

"Could you?"

"How does he keep finding-?" Jordan looked away guiltily, Woody's head bobbed to the floor.

"Tell me you and Nigel have nothing to do with this." He pleaded. Jordan pressed her lips together. "I'm taking away your computer. They're hidingfor a reason, Jor! You know that."

"He misses her! Her kids miss her!"

"And I'm sure Nigel misses Kate, but it's not safe for him or the kids! Or them for that matter."

"I know." She said softly as she pulled the now empty bottle away from the baby's mouth. Woody lifted her to his shoulder and started patting her back. Jordan grabbed a burp cloth, tucking it beneath the baby's chin. "Every time I talk to him I just can't stop thinking about-."

"It's not our fault."

"You found that body! I pushed Kate into study it further. I pushed Garrett to report what we found! Hell Woody we're the one who forced Bosco to be involved.."

"He was already involved." He put his hand in her hair, stroking the side of her face with his thumb. "If we didn't figure this mess out Faith would be dead. Or worse! And Mya? What about Mya?"

"They loose everything and we get to live happily ever after with our baby."

"It's not your fault." He said again, kissing her forehead.

"Feels like it sometimes."