AN: I actually did find a definition for 'hinky', but it means something like unrealiable or dishonest, so I'm going with the connotation I got from the Fugitive, which was 'weird' and 'strange'. I like it better.


Bobby had gotten the word "hinky" from his wife. She had probably used it to describe herself.

Most people who met her on the street probably wondered if Valerie Biggs realized that the seventies were out of style. She wore bell-bottomed jeans and dangly necklaces and earrings, and her color of choice was purple. She wore her hair in a long brown braid down her back, read the dictionary for fun, and cooked vegetarian, but she was, quite possibly, the nicest soul on earth. She worked as a trauma psychiatrist for kids, and there was no one better suited for the job. She also would pull members of the Team out of the group at the various social gatherings and, with just a few words, she'd have them spilling whatever was bothering them. It was a cathartic experience.

Nobody knew just what she had seen in Robert Biggs, but every single member of the Team loved her, sometimes joking that they only kept Bobby around so they could get Valerie.

When they learned she was expecting a Baby Biggs, there was nobody more excited than that group of new Aunts and Uncles.

"They're gonna spoil this kid," Bobby told her before her baby shower.

"No, you are," Valerie said.

"Sure they will –huh? I am?"

"She's going to be Daddy's little girl, after all," Valerie said placidly.

Biggs gave in to the inevitable. "Yeah, okay. I will."

"I was thinking about names," Valerie continued, in her slightly dreamy way. "What do you think about Prairie? Or Ermingarde?"

Yep, Biggs reflected, his wife was hinky.

But nobody ever said being hinky was a bad thing.