He actually asks Hannah out, and another bombshell! (Apologies for the double time-jumps, but hopefully its worth the read!).


The passing week saw the team scouring databases, phone records, basically anything that would be of aid in capturing their elusive hit-woman. As was surmised, the hair at the crime scene did in fact belong to Amelia Parsons. Only issue being, their team was good, but she was better. This was the first time in awhile Chris' little probie wasn't by his side.

She would be spending the better part of 2 weeks in Washington with Percy. It was established since her birth that the two arrange a reasonable co-parenting plan. Although this had some kinks initially when trying to find what worked best. It seemed this arrangement suited Clara, 2 weeks with each parent.

"You're missing her aren't you?"

Gregorio smiled, turning in Chris' direction. He gives a low chuckle.

"'Course I do. The attitude towards bedtime? Not so much"

She laughs and pats Chris lightly on the shoulder.

"Hang in there. She'll be back before ya know it"

He smiles, watching as the agent made her way towards the main doors. Sighing he then takes a seat at his desk, once again scanning the same files he had days prior. He still hadn't mustered the backbone to ask Hannah. However, it seemed opportunity was going to present itself. Whilst still immersed with what laid before him. He hadn't even noticed Hannah was standing in front of his desk until she spoke.

"Figured you could use this"

She said warmly, handing the young father a mug of coffee. The hair-trigger moment nearly causing him to jump from his seat. He hears her chuckle softly.

"Didn't mean to startle you"

She spoke. Almost sounding a bit penitent. He waves her off and flashes his charming crooked smile.

"No harm done... actually, I was wonderin'. You have any plans tonight?" Her brow shoots up, it was almost as if she was dubious to answer.

"Well, aside from trying to pinpoint and apprehend a high-level, former CIA assassin. Nothing that I can think of"

He notices the corner of her mouth pull into a cute little smirk. He shuts his eyes for a millisecond before taking the plunge. Inhaling deeply.

"I was wonderin' if maybe you were up for somethin' stronger than coffee?" Her expression didn't change. Chris took this as a good sign. She brushes her dark brown hair behind her ear and softly gives a chuckle.

"I'd like that"


The couple had chosen a nice little bar in the French Quarter. Relishing in the live jazz and buzzing atmosphere. Chris simply settled for a pale lager, whilst Hannah's choice was a bit more avant-garde, a French 75. What made the bar all the more convenient was it being close to his place, they could practically walk back if they so desired. But one step at a time.

"So, got word Pride will be coming back sometime early next month"

Hannah causally spoke before taking another sip from her champagne flute. It was almost difficult to make out what she was saying over the noise. But it didn't require a repeat.

"Yeah, I'm sure King's been itchin' to get back to work. Can't blame him, honestly"

Their night transpired rather pleasantly. As engrossing conversation continued to flow, so was the alcohol. He wasn't entirely plastered, however, not quite stone-cold sober either. This could be said for them both. He flashes her a small smile and slides his mug towards the folded napkin upon the bar-front. To say what happened next was a shock to him was a bit of an understatement. He finds her hands lightly cusp the sides of his face and soft, full lips pressed into his. Was this the booze talking or something else?

"Chris, I am so sorry. That was incredibly unprofessional"

Her words came tumbling out, feeling like a fool with no self control. He lays a hand over hers in an auspicious effort to ease the unnecessary shame she felt. His charming, crooked smile returning.

"Nothin' to be sorry for. Had a great time..'an it doesn't necessarily mean it has 'tah end" He gives a rather cheeky grin whilst holding up and jingling his house keys. Never before had he been so bold. He was rather concerned his actions came off as going too overboard. But keeping in step with the entirety of their night, this worked in his favor.

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Work relations between the two had gone on surprisingly well and consistent, despite the booze-fueled, spontaneous aftermath nearly a month later. Chris had his Clara Bear back and all was right in the world. Except, this wasn't entirely accurate. For the past week or so he had been bogged down by a rather nasty touch of the stomach flu. He'd hoped this would clear up soon, as Pride was expected back at any moment.

Like someone flipped a switch, it dawned on him. This "flu" was almost reminiscent to when he was pregnant with his daughter. His mind nosediving into panic mode. Just as he was mentally trying to sort things out does he hear the mirthful shout of Sebastian.

"Pride's back!"

"Great, just what the poor guy needs on his first day back is me hurlin' on him" Chris groans. He spots the senior agent entering the squad room. That warm, fatherly expression ever present.

"Chris!"

Pride calls out eagerly once eyes fell upon the young man. He managed a rather nervous smile as he approached Pride. How was he going to break it to him that he was not only possibly pregnant again. But that is was Hannah's?! However, when making his way towards Dwayne did he notice something quite peculiar. This, momentarily, made Chris forget what he was fretting about. Either he was imagining things or there was something different concerning Pride's midsection. But, figured the best course of action was to keep mum of his suspicions.

"Good 'tah have ya back, King. (Patting the senior agent on the back)..I promise we'll try to keep the excitement to a minimal"

He jests in relation to Pride's shooting some 4 months prior. The corners of the man's eyes wrinkle as he lets out a bark of laughter.

"Well, lets hope. I think I have about all the excitement I can handle at the moment"

Chris watches as Pride's eyes wander down upon his stomach. That warm smile unwavering as a hand brushes over it. Chris cocks a brow inquisitively. Face breaking into a silly grin.

"What? You hit the lotto while outta commission?"

He continues to study Pride's face as his eyes basically did not waver from his stomach. That warm smile still steadfast, he gives a light chuckle before uttering a response that completely knocked the wind from Chris' sails.

"Somethin' like that..let's just say Laurel's gonna have to relinquish her "Only Child" title"