Author's Note: Sorry it's been awhile. I usually write at work and since I was not working for a bit there my writing tapered off. I'm back at work finally so more chapters. Yay! Thanks for all the kind words I have gotten so far everyone! Truly it is an honor that anybody is even reading this.

This chapter is short and mainly just some good fluff. I do not expect this story to go on very long, you'll notice kinda of noticeable time leaps and such. The Fic is probably looking at 8-12 chapters depending, maybe longer, we will see how it goes.

Anyways enjoy! -MyaB

*Also super forgive me if I'm mixing up names left and right. It is hard to keep track especially for Delphine because of her "undercover name" so work with me and point it out if you would kindly, so I can go back and fix it.

Chapter 3: Give Me a Little More

Recap: Delphine helped Alison pack the shipping containers. Rachel and Sarah are sleeping together again.

-Alleyway outside the Tea House; November 25th, 8:31 AM—

"You do realize that your being undercover really fucks things up for me," the voice on the other end of the phone sounded into Delphine's ear. "Since Beth is also undercover that literally leaves me one of the few competent detectives in this department to pick up your guy's slack."

Delphine snorted and asked, "Angela, has anyone ever told you that you complain to much?"

Delphine could almost hear the eye roll through the phone, "har har Cormier, you know how many times I've heard that one? But seriously, I would never admit it but I kinda miss you guys."

"We miss you too Angie," Delphine smiled. "But okay I called to tell you to tell Art that Alison has finally contacted me once more and she wants a meeting. Sarah, Rachel, and her. I think this could be a pretty important meeting. It seems everything went well on Paul and Siobhan's side of things."

"Yeah or they could've made you and are now gonna murder you, either or works," Angela said nonchalantly.

"Oh now who is the jokester, you, non?" Delphine frowned. But actually what Angela had brought up was a real concern of hers. She could be made at any time and it did not matter if she took every step possible to avoid it. Undercover work was extremely unpredictable and was why she really disliked working undercover.

Angela's voice softened, "hey, come on Frenchie, you know that none of us here in the department would let that happen."

"Merci, that was surprisingly comforting."

"I mean, the guys would be sad to see the hottest woman be gone from the department and well Beth and I would be sad because we can't just shove all of our unwanted cases onto the rookie," Angie stated reverting back to hard, uncaring attitude.

"For a second I thought you were a half decent person Angela," Delphine chuckled. "But okay, I must go now my friend, I have a uh work meeting." Delphine rolled her eyes as soon as the lie came out of her mouth.

"Oh really? 'work meeting', solid lie dumbass. Cormier I really do not know how you're doing so well undercover. It truly shocks me. Everybody knows you're dating some hippy dippy dread haired girl."

"What how?" Delphine asked Angela.

"Dude come on, you really think we do not keep tabs on you?" Angela asked. "We have had too many undercover cops go rouge so now it is like completely normal for the department to keep tabs on their undercover agents."

"That is kind of shitty," Delphine murmured into the phone. "But besides, she is not a 'hippy dippy' as you so put it. She's very sweet and intelligent and I want to see more of her."

Angela scoffed, "okay heart eyes, go enjoy your date. I'll let Art know, have a good day mon amie." Angela said in an attempt to mock Delphine.

Delphine rolled her eyes and hung up her phone. Angela could be a handful sometimes but she nonetheless had a soft spot for the smartass. The blonde cracked her neck before slipping her phone back into her pocket and walking back towards the entrance of the Tea House. Cosima was currently waiting for her as Delphine had to leave her to answer Angela's call.

Entering the Tea House she looked around the dimly lit building which housed a very modern décor. Everything was black and gray which was offset by a light green that was splashed her and there. The tables were nice and square and low to the ground with bean bags as the primary source of chairs. It was all a very free-spirited vibe place and Delphine actually did not mind in the least. It was charming and Cosima liked it so Delphine also found herself liking it.

Delphine found the table that she had been seated at earlier and took her seat across from Cosima again, getting situated criss-cross applesauce in the beanbag chair. "Sorry about that it was one of my stupid best friends, she was having boy trouble," the lie just floated out of her mouth. It was becoming increasingly more frequent and that was concerning for Delphine.

"Oh no worries," Cosima flashed her fangy grin, "I get it. And truly, it is admirable that you care enough about your friends to put down your personal life for them."

That grin Delphine could fall in love with. It was incredibly cute and Delphine found that the brunette sitting across from her could turn her whole day around just by flashing her that smile. Their hang outs and been becoming more and more frequent and Delphine wanted to ask the smaller woman on a date. Today, the blonde had planned to ask Cosima today. "Has anybody told you that your smile is irresistibly adorable?"

Cosima blushed, "and has anybody ever told you that you're super cheesy?"

"Cheesy?" Delphine gave a light laugh and flashed a knowing smile to Cosima, "oui, they have told me I'm very gouda at complimenting others."

"Oh and there is the pun," Cosima giggled, "so predictable Miss Laurent. Also, so very insufferably cute. I can't believe I'm dating someone who thinks puns are an acceptable form of humor" The tiny woman stuck her tongue out at the blonde and then froze.

Delphine bit her lip, "dating, huh?"

Cosima started to back track, "well I mean yeah we go on dates. Like friend dates, we do date as friends. Totally friendly non-romantic dating dates…"

The blonde reached across the table and pulled Cosima's face close to hers like she was going to whisper a secret to the tinier woman. Then, slowly, she leaned into kiss the other woman very softly. When their lips touched Delphine knew this woman would be the end of her. Everything clicked, it felt just right. Like she was home. So she pressed her lips against the Brunette's harder, not caring that the edge of the table was digging harder and harder into the lower part of her belly.

Cosima responded in kind once she got over the shock of feeling the blonde's lips pressed against hers so suddenly. It was a kiss that struck a chord in Cosima that had never been struck before. A kiss that said that this was going to be way more than just a kiss, then just another woman that she dated for a couple months before breaking things off. She let her tongue dart out from between her lips and traced the French woman's top lip. This was total heaven.

Delphine pulled away at the feeling of Cosima's tongue. It brought her back to reality and she was not sure if what she did would be seen as okay with Cosima. I mean she assumed it would since Cosima had just traced her top lip with her tongue but she still was not completely sure. Plus, the table was really hurting her lower stomach.

"Was that okay," Delphine whispered. Her face was still really close to the other womans'. It was completely distracting for her.

"More than," Cosima smiled softly.

"I just did not want you to backtrack on what you said," Delphine responded, "I like you a lot Cosima. I have been meaning to ask you on a date you know? I just was not brave enough but I was going to suck it up today and do it."

"Really?" Cosima grinned at the blonde this time.

"Yes, you are amazing Cosima. So intelligent and so beautiful and so intriguing. I feel right at home with you, c'est vrai."

"I think it is incredibly sexy when you speak French," Cosima whispered and then bit her lip.

"Ouais? Je vais parler en français tout ce que vous voulez . Si cela signifie que vous irez sur un vrai rendez-vous avec moi"

"What did you say" Cosima asked the blonde across from her.

"I said that I would speak French all that you wanted if that meant you would go on a true date with me?" Delphine asked again with a sheepish smile.

"Of course," Cosima beamed at the woman of course from her and lurched forward to meet her lips with Delphine's once more. "A million times of course! Jacqueline I would love to go on an actual date with you."

Delphine's smiled quickly turned to a frown. Cosima saying her fake name really brought down her mood in the span of two seconds. She really liked the tiny woman that sat across from her and she did not wanting to be dating her under false pretenses. She hated that she was lying to the person who she was falling for at an alarming rate. Delphine wanted to tell Cosima the truth, she did not want to lie to the woman anymore. However, Delphine also knew that it was always the little things that got undercover officers caught. It did not matter if Cosima had zero ties to the mafia she was currently investigating, Delphine had to be extremely careful with the current secret she was harboring. She felt a thumb caress the top of her hand and she looked up at the cute brunette that sat across from her.

"Are you okay Jacqueline?" Cosima asked. "You're not like harboring a secret girlfriend or something right?" There was a nervous chuckled. Different from Cosima's laid back chuckle that Delphine had gotten used to.

The French woman quickly lightened her expression up so that she could ease Cosima's mind. "Oh no no no," Delphine laughed and began to tease her date, "much much worse. I have got a whole family actually. A wife and two kids all back in France."

The blonde's comment got Cosima to lighten up again and the dread-haired woman through her head back in laughter. "You're quite the jokester Miss Laurent."

"That's Mrs. Laurent to you," Delphine teased once more and winked.

Cosima reached across the table and gave Delphine's arm a little shove before quickly pulling her closer and kissing her once more. She could get used to this. She could get used to this forever. If only she could find some way to tell the blonde across from her that she was the head of the biggest criminal organization on the West Coast.

-Shared House; November 25th, 5:42 PM—

"So I should tell her right?" Cosima asked Sarah and Alison who sat on the couch adjacent to the couch she sat on.

"And tell her what Cos?" Sarah asked and then answered, "oye Frenchie, I'm the head of a criminal organization and at any given moment I could go to bloody federal prison so yeah, hi."

"Well I mean yeah but like nicer?" Cosima sighed, "is there any way to break that news easy?"

Alison chimed in, "don't listen to this bozo sitting next to me Cosima. I say you do not have to tell her at all. Who knows how long she is going to stick around and it is just bad for business. Just keep her out of it."

"That's the thing though I like want to tell her the truth. This isn't because I feel like I have to, I genuinely want to tell her. I really like her guys and I want her to know the true me."

"Okay Cosima, honey, that is all well and good but it is not just you that you put at risk. It is all of us. If she reacts badly you are not the only one going down," Alison explained calmly, "I have Donnie and Donnie and I are thinking about adopting children, this is not a good time to be stirring up stuff that does not need to be stirred up."

"Fine fine fine," Cosima relented, "it's just hard lying to someone you really like, you know?"

Sarah snorted, "Alison doesn't know. She has been sleeping with that Beth chick for a long while now and she still hasn't fessed up to Donnie that she's bloody gay."

"I'm not gay," Alison whipped her head towards Sarah and glared at the other woman.

"There's nothing wrong with being gay Alison," Cosima sighed and gave her best friend a raised eyebrow.

Alison defended, "what I'm really not gay guys. I just like Beth a lot but she's the exception not the rule. That's like calling Sarah gay, she's bisexual and yet you both respect that. I like men but I'm just really into Beth."

"Okay," Sarah relented, "I'm sorry. You're right Soccer Mom, I'm sorry. But you should seriously consider telling Donnie. It isn't right to him ya know."

"Oh and when did the infamous Sarah Manning gain a conscious?" Alison asked sarcastically.

"What can I say? Rachel's made me a bloody better woman."

This caused Cosima to start laughing hysterically. She could not help it, the idea that Rachel Duncan made anybody a better woman was too much for Cosima. Alison soon joined her and even Sarah snorted and chuckled a bit.

"That's a crazy idea yeah?" Sarah laughed a bit, "but it's true guys. Be happy for me."

Cosima and Alison's laughter slowly tapered off but they both shook their heads as an okay. They did want to support Sarah and as much as Rachel could be bitchy, she was still theirs and they would support one of their own no matter what.

"Okay, we are happy for you I promise," Cosima smiled at Sarah reassuringly.

"Thank you dorks," Sarah teased.

Cosima reached over to grab the pillow to chuck it at Sarah's head for calling her a dork when at the same time Alison grabbed a pillow and smacked Sarah on the side of the face with her pillow.

"Oye what the hell!?" Sarah yelled as she grabbed a pillow and promptly smashed it across the back of Alison's head. Dodging the second pillow Cosima chucked her way, Sarah lunged across the living room and jumped on the American. She started whacking Cosima with a pillow repeatedly before she received a giant whack in the back of her head from Cosima's partner in crime, Alison.

Falling to the floor Sarah put her hands up in surrender while giggling, "I give, I give. You both win I promise."

Cosima and Alison dropped on either side of her and they all lay staring at the ceiling. A million thoughts were running through Cosima's mind. How lucky she was to have made this make shift family, how she would love to be pillow fighting with Jacqueline, and if they got caught what would happen to everyone.

"Do you guys ever think we are doing the wrong thing?" Cosima asked quietly.

There was a moment of silence before Alison answered softly, "all the time."

Sarah turned her body so she was facing Cosima, "Cos I really want you to know that you saved my life. Without you and Rachel and Alison, Felix and I would still be stuck prostituting ourselves just to get by. We do a lot a wrong, I'm aware. But you guys also do some good too. In a really twisted and fucked way you're giving people who never had a chance in life a chance to get out of bad situations and get back on their feet. So I don't think we are completely the bad guys here. Not everything is black and white, there are a bunch of shades in between too. It would do good for you to remember that."

Cosima gave a half smile at the British woman, she leaned over and gave Sarah a quick kiss on the cheek before wrapping her hand up in the other woman's. "Thanks you dork."

"You're welcome, you geek monkey," Sarah smiled and reciprocated Cosima's kiss by planting a peck on the tiny woman's forehead.

The three of them laid in silence again, enjoying the warmth that only came from that of another human being's body. They were a family through and through and nobody was ever going to take that from them and at the end of the day Cosima was not evil. She was not a controlling leader, she gave people the chance to work with them but if they wanted to walk then she allowed that too. Cosima was not one to use scare tactics unless her family was threatened because she would go to any length to protect the people that she loved and valued. And at the end of the day, to Cosima, that could never be wrong.

"Sooooooo," Alison's voice came from the other side of Sarah, "movie night?"