A/N: I wrote this without Mila, as a filler because I forgot it earlier. It's short, but necessary and I like it. Tell me if you think it's too out of character.
As Nick and Greg rode to the crime scene, the car was mostly silent but for the radio turned on low. Greg was missing Leah Emily even though he knew she was safe with people who loved her. He just had a bad feeling about the night.
Finally Nick broke the silence, having been deep in thought about something. "Hey Greg," he said softly. "What was her name?"
Greg looked up. "What?"
"Leah Emily's mom. What happened to her?" he asked, drumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel.
Greg sighed. "Her name was Caily Parker. She was gorgeous and a great girl, but in the long run it just didn't work out. She left me after two months. I didn't even know she was pregnant. About a year later, I got a visit from Child Services. Caily died of pneumonia and my name was on Leah Emily's birth certificate. So I have a two-month-old daughter."
"I'm sorry man," Nick said quietly, hardly being able to imagine that happening to him.
"Don't be." Greg shrugged. "After she left, we didn't have any contact. And, as bad as it sounds, if she was still alive, I wouldn't have my baby." He shook his head. "That sounds terrible."
"No it doesn't," Nick assured him. "You love Leah Emily. We all do. Don't feel bad about that."
"I've always thought," Greg admitted, "Of what it would have been like to have seen her birth, held her for the first time. But I'm just grateful for every day I have. I bring her into the lab because of how worried I always am of something happening to her." He chuckled. "I sound so sappy."
"You're little girl has just got you wrapped around her little finger. She's just turned you into a big softie." He smiled. "But you love her."
Greg nodded. "More than anything."
"I've seen you with her for the past sixteen month, and, while your being a big softie, I'm gonna go that way too." He sighed. "Greg, I've been thinking about adoption. I mean, the job isn't great for a baby, I see that, but I've always wanted kids. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I'm getting old."
Greg smiled. "Go for it man. I've seen you with Leah Emily. You'd make a great dad. Go get a baby girl to wrap herself around your little finger."
Nick put the SUV in park as Greg finished this thought, having finally arrived at the crime scene. "What we just said, stays in this car, right?"
"Definitely. This way our masculinity stays intact." Greg held out his fist. "Just between us."
Nick tapped his fist with Greg's. "All right, let's go process."
A/N: So, should Nick get his own baby girl? Tell me and me and Mila will think and write and the story shall unfold! Just you wait; the plot is about to thicken. A lot.