Eve sits at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, sipping her tea. She moves her fingers nimbly as she scrolls through the news on her phone.

Rusty breezes through, having been followed by Kate most of the day, "Where you been all day, preggo?"

"Not even funny." She scowls.

"Oh, come on. It's a little funny." He nods, folding his arms.

"So is Donald Trump's hair, but you don't see me paying much mind to it because he's mostly just a sad, senile old man."

Rusty smirks, "Why do I feel like I'm happier about this than you are?"

"Because you probably are." Eve moves her head to lean on the countertop, softly pounding it against the cool marble surface, "What am I going to do, Rusty?"

"What?"

"Do I tell Julio now or do I wait to tell him in person? Do I tell him at all? I mean, we're going to be here for a while. There's supposed to be more snow tomorrow. Only way to get anywhere is by car and that's a ten hour drive back to LA with good weather. Double it for this shit." She motions toward the window and the piling snow.

"Take this from someone who didn't know who his father was until a few years ago and then learned that it wasn't worth it in the first place-"

"That doesn't exactly make it sound like you're the best person to give me advice on this."

"Wait." Rusty puts his hand up, leaning on the counter across from her, "I sometimes think that if my biological father would have known about me sooner, like from birth or not too far from it, that maybe we could have had a relationship. Maybe he wouldn't have been an asshole towards me or punched me in the face-"

"I don't think that-"

"I'm saying, that you should tell him as soon as possible. I brought my laptop. You could do a video conference."

Eve tucks a stray hair behind her ear, "You'd let me touch your laptop?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Rusty raises an eyebrow.

She shrugs, "Never did before."

"Eve, you're using it to video conference the father of your child to tell him that you're expecting. It's a big moment. I can set it to record if you'd like."

"You can do that?"

"I can do lots of things."

Eve giggles softly, biting her lip with a nod, "You better be right about this, Rusty Flynn."

"I'm usually right about a lot of things." Rusty grins.

"Is that going to be the saying of the season?"

"Have a problem with it?"

"I could never have a problem with you, little brother." Eve smiles to him, hearing the kitchen door open, she turns, seeing her other brother, "Rusty, could you give us a few minutes?"

"I'll get that set up for you. I'll call Provenza and make sure he can get Julio in front of a screen there."

"Thanks." She nods to him, then looks to the other man, "Chaddy."

Chad runs a hand through his hair, "Seems like we each had a secret this year."

"Yeah, but you were a little obvious with yours." Eve spins slowly to face him on the barstool, folding her arms, "You haven't come for the past three years and then all of a sudden-"

"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!"

"I remember Tricia from the Policemen's Ball, she's a little anxious about everything."

"She's afraid everyone hates her here." Chad shakes his head.

"No one knows her. I blame that on you though. We don't bite...much." Eve tilts her head to the side with a smirk.

He glances to her, nodding, "Much is right." He chuckles a little, "Do I know this guy who knocked you up?"

"Straight to the hard hitting questions, Chaddy?"

"I just want to know if I need to kick his ass." Chad folds his arms, watching her.

"He works with Mom and Andy." Eve nods, "You've met him, but you don't need to know details right now."

"I don't need to-" He shakes his head, walking closer, "I couldn't save you before. Do you get that? The only thing I'm supposed to do as your brother is to protect you. That's the only job I have and I couldn't even do that because I was drinking."

"Chad-"

"No, let me finish. I've cleaned up since then." He nods, "I've found the girl of my dreams and I've...I've completely neglected you. We haven't spoken in-"

"It's okay."

"It isn't." Chad shakes his head, looking away from her, "Dad would have been-"

"Dad was a lot worse than you were. You aren't Dad." Eve stands, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his large, muscular torso, "You don't have to take his place. You have a place, Chad. You're my little brother."

He bites his lip, wrapping his arms around her in return, "I'm never going to let you down again, Evey."

"You never let me down before." She looks up to him, "I couldn't be more proud of you. However, you need to come back to everyone. Kate barely knows you and-"

"And since I'm going to be an Uncle-"

"Since you're more than likely going to be an uncle, you have to come back." Eve grins, "Plus, I want to get to know your wife. Find out what her skin care routine is."

"Right? She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"It's not even fair." She shakes her head, smirking as she moves away from him and behind the counter, "Anyway, you hungry? I was about to make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich."

"Are we five?"

"Would being five be such a bad thing?" Eve smirks, glancing behind her brother, noticing the little girl standing there, watching them, "Katie?"

"P-butter Jelly?" Kate tilts her head to the side.

Chad glances back, "How long have you been standing there?"

The girl smiles more, "P-butter Jelly."

"I'll make you one. Come and sit." Eve shakes her head, chuckling, "Whatever Katie wants..."

The man grins, picking the tiny girl up and sitting her on the countertop in front of him, "Should have told us you were there. What if we were talking about Christmas presents?"

"Ask Tanta Claus." Katie shakes her head.

"What?" He raises an eyebrow.

"She said to ask Santa Claus. She can't do hard S sounds yet." Eve smirks, watching them as she makes sandwiches.

The girl reaches up, tracing the outlines of his face with her finger.

"Now what are you doing?" Chad furrows his brow.

"Paintin' face." Katie nods, pouting her lips as she concentrates.

He smirks, "It's freaky how much you look like Mom, you know that?"

"My Katie, not Mommy." The girl shakes her head at him, making a face.

Eve giggles, pushing plates towards them, "Eat your damn sandwiches."

Rusty waits on the computer, sending a text to Provenza to ask Tao or Buzz for help. He hears a ring coming from the laptop, pressing a button to answer the call, he grins when he sees the three men staring at the screen, "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Rusty. How is Salt Lake City?" Buzz smiles to him, rolling closer in his desk chair.

"Cold. So much snow that the closed the airport entirely and we can't even leave the house." He shakes his head, "I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy."

"And how is the family?" Tao stands, letting Provenza have his seat as he crouches next to the chair.

"Chad got married without telling anyone...to the girl from the Policemen's Ball, I don't know if you guys remember. Gorgeous girl." Rusty nods, "I have to ask you all something though, without going to get him, can you tell me if Detective Sanchez is there?"

"Julio? Yeah. He's in interrogation. Why?" Provenza turns his head slightly, listening to the young man on the screen more.

"It isn't really my..." He shakes his head, "Eve really needed to talk to him. Just let me know when he gets out."

"Eve? She okay?" The older man sits up more. He had a bond and affinity toward the young woman that even he couldn't describe, "I bet you're all going a little nutty being stuck in the house."

"Eve's fine. She just really needs to talk to him." Rusty swallows, smiling, "This house has fourteen bedrooms and that doesn't even begin to cover how gorgeous it is downstairs. We're the only family here this year. Captain has a bunch of other siblings, but they all went with their associated significant others this year. It's really nice actually. Quiet, if you can believe it."

"Fourteen bedrooms?" Buzz shakes his head, shocked.

"With a maid that comes every other day."

"You guys are lucky."

"If you think so." He giggles.

"Where the hell is Andy?" Provenza sits up, "The Captain and Katie as well."

"I'll take you downstairs another day. You're stuck with me and Eve when she gets here." Rusty shakes his head, hearing a knock at the door and picking his head up as it opens.

Sharon peeks her head in, "Hey. Have you seen Eve?"

"She's downstairs. Why?"

She glances to the laptop, walking in more and closing the door behind her when she notices who is on the screen, "Hey there guys."

"Hello, Captain." Tao smiles, waving a hand. He stands, "I'm getting another chair."

Sharon sits next to Rusty, "Eve talk to Detective Sanchez yet?"

"Not yet." Rusty glances to her.

"What the hell is the big secret between-" Provenza pauses, slowly realizing what issue could be so important that they would use a video conference.

The woman notices his face and the gears turning in his head and shakes her head, "Keep it to yourself, Lieutenant."

Rusty sighs, "She shouldn't be alone."

"She won't be. I'm staying here with her." Sharon nods, then looks back to the screen, "Guys, please don't tell him. This is her-"

"He hasn't been having a good day today." Louie shakes his head, "This could go either way."

"She was going to wait. I talked her into today." Rusty nods, "And once she gets her mind on something-"

"It's going to get done. I know." Provenza scowls at Sharon.

Sharon smirks, glancing to her son, "Go get Eve?"

"Buzz, go get Julio." The older man motions.

"Tell him to go to the Conference Room. I'll take the laptop in there. Give them some privacy." Tao nods, picking the machine up.

"You should too, I think." Rusty nods to Sharon.

"She shouldn't be-"

"I know. I'm taping it for her to remember." He smiles a little, "She'll be fine."

Sharon nods slowly, "Go get her." She says again, watching the boy get up and walk out, "Lieutenant Tao?"

Mike Tao picks the laptop up, looking at the woman, "Yes, Captain?"

"Is everything okay there? I can't ask Lieutenant Provenza because he'll say yes regardless of the actual situation." She offers a smile.

"Everything is great, Captain. Slow, actually. It should pick up on Christmas Eve, like it usually does."

"Let Homicide cover them. You guys need a break too."

"Yes, ma'am." Mike grins, placing the laptop on the table, "I'm going to go check on Julio's status." He walks away, then steps back into frame, "Oh, and Captain?"

"Yes?" She picks her head up.

"If we don't speak before then, have a Merry Christmas." He smiles, nodding before jogging from the room.

Sharon sighs, looking toward the door, praying this would all go okay for her daughter.