Two Weeks Later

Kerry slammed her office door shut, went to her desk, and sank down in the leather chair, head cradled in her hands.

"Goddamnit," she hissed under her breath. She couldn't believe it…she'd just saved Luka's ass, throwing herself under the bus in the process. She'd just lost her job. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…"

The shrill ringing of her cell phone cut off her train of thought. Grabbing hastily off her desk, she flipped it open, "Weaver." She snapped.

"Ker?" It was Kim, "are you alright?"

Kerry's mood softened, though she was still flooded with anger. "Oh, Kim…." She felt a knot rising from her stomach to her esophagus and hot tears forming in her eyes. "I…"

"What's wrong, babe?" Kim's voice was concerned. Kerry shook her head to herself and absentmindedly wiped away the salt water streaming from her eyes.

"I…I was fired…demoted. I…" a tiny, near-silent sob escaped Kerry's throat.

A wave of relieve washed over Kim; she'd thought, when she'd first heard Kerry, that something seriously bad had happened. But she guessed, at least to Kerry, her job being in gander was seriously bad. "What happened?"

Kerry went on to tell Kim the whole story of what had gone down in the conference. Kim was already familiar with the Clemente fiasco and Kerry had briefly told her about the meeting she'd had with Risk Management about the issue a few months back, but Kim never would have imagined that Kerry's own job would have been put on the line. She was proud, though, that Kerry had stood up for Luka. Still, it sucked.

When Kerry was done explaining and the line was silent for a moment, a thought popped into Kim's head, "Well, I guess, now that you wouldn't be my boss, I could have taken the job at County." She chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Kerry snorted a laugh, wiping the tears away. "I miss you."

Kim's smile turned downwards. "Me too…but I'll be back soon…three million suitcases and all."

Kerry chuckled, "Can you believe we're actually, well, U-Hauling? How stereotypical…"

Kim frowned even more, "Is this all going too fast, Ker? I need to know before I get back out there…I want this to work and if us moving in together is gon-"

"Kim," Kerry cut her rambling off, "I was kidding. I think it's going to be fine. Absolutely fine."

Kim felt yet another rush of relief. "Me too…." Kim sighed, "So, what are you going to do now? Take their offer…or…?"

Kerry pressed on her temple with her free hand, "I don't know…I don't think I know where else I could go…County's been my home for…" she thought back to when she was only a senior resident, "about twelve years. I don't know if I could bear to leave."

Kim understood, "How long do you have?"

"If I agree to go back as an attending, a week…if I leave all together, two weeks so they have adequate time to get my files in order." Kerry huffed.

"Well...I'll be there soon. Two days. Then we can…talk." Kim offered softly, knowing very well that, even though she and Kerry were going to soon be living together, this was Kerry's decision to make.

"I love you, Kim." The words fled Kerry's lips naturally.

Kim warmed. "I love you too, Ker."

Three Weeks Later

Kerry juggled a pizza box in her left hand, her bag which was slipping off her shoulder, and a box in between her hip and right arm as she navigated the front steps of her townhouse. Well, her and Kim's townhouse. She'd just gotten off her second shift as an attending at Mt. Sinai, where she'd done her internship and residency, and was exhausted, even for only an eight hour. Pushing through the front door, she headed for the kitchen.

"Mommy!" Henry bounded into the room just as Kerry dropped the box of pizza on the counter and the other, larger box on the floor nearby.

"Hey, sweetie," She knelt down, arms open to embrace her son, "Where's Kim?" She asked into his hair.

"I'm here, I'm here." Kim walked through the doorway, "How'd it go?"

Kerry set her bag on the counter as well and removed her light sweater, revealing her short sleeved, navy blue button down top. "Work? Or stopping by County?"

Kim smirked, "Well, I meant work. But how was everyone?"

"Work was fine…long, but good. And, let me tell you, Sinai makes County look like a war-zone." She said, flipping open the cardboard pizza box, "And County was fine. I got a chance to say bye to Abby, Ray, and a few others." Kerry moved to the countertop, grabbing three plates, "Abby insisted that a bunch of us go out for drinks tonight," she looked up at Kim, "but I told her I had other plans."

Kim smiled and grabbed a plate, "…we should have she and Luka and Joe over for dinner sometime…" she said, dropping a piece of pizza on her plate.

Kerry nodded, putting a piece of pizza on both plates, and handed one to Henry, "Sounds good to me."

The three of them retreated to the table and had dinner filled with sporadic, though cute, anecdotes from Henry. By the end of the less-than-healthy meal, Kerry and Kim had full, unabridged biographies of all of the kids in his pre-school class.

When their plates were empty, Kerry stood up from her chair and held her arms out to Henry. "You ready for your bath, mister?" She asked.

Henry began to nod, but stopped short and redirected his attention from his mother to Kim. "Can Kim do it?"

Kerry raised a questioning eyebrow then turned to Kim, silently asking her if she was game. Kim smiled, first at Kerry then towards Henry, and nodded, "Let's go, bud." She said, picking the toddler up from his chair.

The pair walked towards the stairs then headed up, leaving Kerry alone to clean up the kitchen. It felt weird, she decided as she cleared the table, to have another person taking part in the routine that she and Henry so religiously maintained. It felt even odder to have her son asking for someone else to take part in said routine. Not in a bad way, though. Kerry was glad Henry and Kim had gotten off to such a great start.

Upstairs, Kim allowed the tub to fill with warm water as she shed Henry of his clothes. Tossing a pair of khaki cargo shorts from Gap into a pile that already contained a striped tee shirt of the same brand, Kim shook her head with a smile, "Your mom sure likes you to look nice, doesn't she?" She asked with a chuckle. Henry only smiled and nodded in response. "Alright…" Kim started, "you ready?" She said, picking up the small boy and sitting him down in the full bathtub.

An hour and a half later, Kerry walked out of Henry's room and into her and Kim's to find Kim sitting in bed with an apologetic expression on her face. "I didn't even think to have him tilt his head back before I rinsed his hair…" she said.

Kerry smiled and sat down next to Kim and placed her hand on Kim's, "It's okay, Kim. He's three. Getting a little bit of shampoo in his eyes may seem like the end of the world, but he's already over it."

Kim looked up into Kerry's eyes, "Have you made him cry like that before? Jesus, I thought he was getting sucked down the drain or something." She was speaking of Henry's boisterous wailing.

Kerry chuckled, cupping Kim's face in her hands, "At least twice a week…" she kissed Kim's forehead, "it's a part of the job." Climbing back off the bed, she headed for their dresser and pulled out a pair of pajamas. Walking back by the bed, Kerry was heading towards the bathroom when Kim reached out and grabbed Kerry's wrist, pulling her onto the bed and into her lap. Kim wrapped her hands around Kerry's back and held her tight while she caught her lips in a chain of powerful caresses. Pulling away from the woman who's lap she was sitting upon, Kerry smiled, "This is part of the job, too, eh?"

Kim took Kerry's face in her hands, locking her lips with her own again.

Kerry pulled away again, though only for a brief moment, "I'll take that as a yes." She chuckled as Kim pulled her down and rolled over so she was extended over the 5'4" form.

A/N: Wooh! I honestly never thought I'd get another chapter up…but I'm not totally over K/K so I'm back to working on it!