A/N: I love the idea of a Barson baby being an argumentative know-it-all/lawyer in the making. It's just so fitting for both of them :D

Liv adjusted herself in the small yellow chair she found herself sitting in.

It was uncomfortable and meant for a kindergartner, but this was a last-minute meeting with her daughter's teacher and the woman was still teaching. She sighed for the eighth time, scrolling her e-mails as a message notification popped up from her husband.

He was also stuck in a meeting and the DA was as long winded as could be. She felt sorry for him whenever he was roped into those meetings, knowing he would be there for a solid three hours and pretending to be interested in whatever the man was talking about. Luckily, he could send her a few quick messages between topic changes, but couldn't leave to join her.

A bit of dread settled in the bottom of her stomach because she wasn't sure why she was here to begin with. Daniela's teacher assured her daughter wasn't in trouble and was the perfect little angel. Liv wanted to snap on the woman, having been in the middle of an intense interrogation when she got the phone call and she still wanted to snap on her now.

Pulling her in for a meeting for seemingly no reason? She ought to give the woman a piece of her mind. Although, it was a nice change of pace to see her little girl during the day. These past couple of weeks had been hectic for her and she usually ended up arriving home just minutes past Dani's bed time. Even if she only got a minute for some hugs and kisses, she would take it. Before she left the precinct, her and the detectives figured they'd all be pulling a late shift.

Liv locked her phone and shoved it back into her purse, tapping the floor with one of her heels, getting more and more impatient by the second. Fortunately, a few seconds later the door to the classroom swung open and a gaggle of kids excitedly formed a line down the hall, lead by a young woman who she recognized as a student teacher.

"Mommy!"

Daniela broke out of the line and bee lined it for her, jumping into her mother's arms and asking her what she was doing there. Liv gave her a big kiss and hug before setting her down, fixing her shirt.

"I'm here to speak with your teacher, sweetheart," she said, giving her another kiss on the forehead.

"Captain," Mrs. Richardson greeted her, following the last student out of the room and smiled at the two, "Thank you for coming."

"Its no problem," Liv said easily, lying through her teeth, "Baby go get in line."

"Can you come with me, mommy?"

Liv avoided the puppy dog eyes, knowing just how good the little girl was at pulling both her parents in. Liv was smart enough to not look at her when she did it, but her husband was a sucker for those big blue eyes. He didn't even have to be in the same room as her and they worked.

"I can't honey. Mommy has to go back to work but I'll try and be home for dinner, ok? We can have pancakes," she explained, twirling a strand of her long brown hair. Daniela was saddened for a moment but excited at the prospect of her favorite food for dinner. She gave her mom a parting hug before catching up with the rest of the line, adorably hugging one of her friends before they made their way down the hall.

Liv smiled as she watched her go before she directed her attention towards the teacher waving her in to the classroom.

"So what is this meeting about? You mentioned she wasn't in any trouble," Liv states, sitting in the adult sized chair and setting her purse on the floor. Mrs. Richardson walked around her desk and nodded, sitting down and pulling in her chair. She was quiet for a moment, lacing her fingers together.

"Daniela is a wonderful, smart girl. She's well behaved and very helpful with no discipline problems whatsoever," the red-head reassured. Liv nodded, happy to hear such praise from the woman but still confused about why she was there.

"Is there any problem?"

"Well," the woman began, "There is one thing I would like to ask you."

Liv crossed her legs and waited patiently for the woman to ask her question, noting the hesitance and slight nervous twitch of the woman's fingers fiddling with a pencil.

"Do you and your husband…argue a lot at home?"

That was not a question she was expecting at all to hear. Not at all. It was so far out of left-field she simply sat there like a speechless idiot for a moment. Of all the things that could have come out of the teacher's mouth, it was a question about the state of her marriage?

That urge to snap on the woman was growing by leaps and bounds, now.

"I'm sorry?"

"Daniela likes…to argue quite a bit with me. She also tends to correct me, too."

Liv nodded slowly, her hand curling into a fist on her knee. Who the hell did this woman think she was, asking such a question? And what did her daughter have anything to do with it? Liv breathed in deeply, willing her growing rage to quell.

"And?"

Mrs. Richardson noticed the barely concealed anger the woman in front of her was displaying and tried to placate the woman as much as she could.

"It just seems like she's been exposed to some level of parental argument. Most children who display those behaviors in the classroom have seen those interactions at home."

Liv didn't move, too angry to even say anything as she looked straight into the teacher's eyes.

"Now you seem very level-headed and in control. However…," the red head trailed. Liv was still not moving or saying anything but her fist was twitching and her other hand was dangerously close to the weapon attached to her hip still. Mrs. Richardson said the next few words with caution.

"…does your husband yell at your children a lot?"

"Ok," Liv said loudly, standing up and grabbing her purse, "We're done here."

Liv stomped her way over to the door, ignoring the pleas for the woman to stay and hear her out, but she was having none of it. The audacity of this woman to even suggest her husband, the biggest doormat for his kid's ever, was a bad influence on her daughter was unbelievable.

"If my daughter is arguing with you, then it's for a good reason. You might want to check up on what you're teaching them, too. If a six-year-old is correcting you, you might want to go back to school for an extra two years. Good day, Mrs. Richardson."

Liv closed the door on her way out, leaving the woman looking wide-eyed a bit nervous, like she knew she overstepped and wanted to backtrack. It may have not been the smartest way to handle things, but no one was going to make her husband out to be the bad guy.

It was a quick trip back to work and a few hours later, her husband showed up with fresh coffee and the requested warrant she texted him about a while ago.

"Hey," he entered the office after a quick discussion with Amanda and Fin and gave her a quick kiss before handing her the latte, "How did that meeting with Daniela's teacher go?"

Liv just rolled her eyes and leaned back, "Well, Dani likes to argue with her and correct her in front of the class. So in case there was any doubt before, we now know for sure she's your little girl."

Rafael had to laugh out loud, glad that that was the only reason his wife was called in. Although, judging from the not so pleased look on his wife's face, it wasn't all fun and games.

"I'm guessing you two didn't quite get along," he said, taking a seat on the couch and getting comfortable. Liv joined him, placing her hand on his knee as she sipped her coffee.

"Not at all. But look at this way…she knows not to talk about my man like that ever again."

Rafael looked at her confusedly and questioned what he had to do with it. Liv just shook her head, "Don't worry your pretty little head over it. Oh, and instead of medical school, we should probably start saving up for law school instead."

Rafael quirked a smile and threw his arm around his wife's shoulders, pulling her into his side.

"That's my girl."