Poor hormonal Chris XD


Pride shakes his head and laughs lightly. Chris may have thought he one-upped him. However, he didn't factor in the senior agent was not only older, but wiser.

"Whatever you say, Chris (steepling his hands together) I mean, you'll have plenty of time for peanut butter rinds.. at your desk"

The young man's eyes went wide. Damn, he was good. He could see a smirk start to form as it was just now starting to sink in. He sighs a bit and hands him the vest.

"Okay, okay, you win… as usual"


Where the time went was anyone's guess. Now Chris was looking at the tail end of his second trimester at 27 weeks. At this point, there was certainly no way you could mistake it for anything other than a baby.

At least at 4 months his pants still fit, sans belt. There wasn't a chance in Hell he'd be getting into them now. He stands in front of the full length mirror of his home. Huffing and cursing in the midst of slipping on his last pair of pre-baby jeans in vain. He peers down at the fairly rounded mound of what used to be his stomach and gives a crooked smile.

"Y'know this' all your momma's fault, right baby girl?"

He shows up at the field office sporting a pair of charcoal colored sweatpants, a major contrast against his usual attire. He just didn't care, Gregorio was the first to take notice and quips.

"Hey Rocky, what's with the getup?"

He can't help but chuckle at this.

"Too fat 'ta fit into anything else" he bemoans. Now it was her turn to laugh.

"LaSalle, you're pregnant, not "fat". Usually comes with the territory"

No sooner was he about to respond when Dwayne enters the squad room. He takes one look at Chris's pants and appears almost inquisitive.

"Didn't know it was casual Friday already"

Chris rolls his eyes, but could see the smile start to pull at the corners of Pride's lips. Gregorio couldn't help but express her amusement once more at this.

"Aw c'mon boss, cut Prego some slack"

Tammy supplies. Trying to keep the blown out hysterics at bay and hooks a thumb towards Chris.

"Yeah, she's right, King. I deserve some kinda prego pass"

"Don't push your luck, Christopher..no time for it, anyway. We've gotta 'nother body. Looks like Miss Gordo's handiwork"


The murder led them to Louis Armstrong park. Victim was facedown. Lying near the stone bordering of the pond. Kneeling down, hands gloved, Loretta solemnly turns him over. Trademark single stab wound to the chest.

"Well this does indeed look like her doing"

She announces, her voice falling flat. Since they now had Chris take over photography duties as part of his restricted field work. Gregorio shared part in witness statements. Sebastian, of course, gathering the necessary forensic evidence. There was one thing to be said about Lisa Gordo. Other than a heartless serial killer, woman knew how to get the job done. Still eluding the team, despite a print match and a BOLO set out. She still somehow found the time to slash and dash.

"And this wasn't random..(Loretta began) victim is 30 year old Naval ensign, Taylor Holt. Ryan's brother, discoloration and relative rigidity suggests he's only been dead for over an hour"

Pride shook his head. Such a shame. Two siblings taken before their time by a proverbial black widow. No motives, solid whereabouts, nothing. This was especially shocking considering the era of cameras watching your every move. Gordo was a damn ghost.

Chris gets to work, crouching down to photograph the wound and blood trace. This was no easy feat, of course. Putting extra strain on his back and he was fairly certain it would be a struggle trying to regain standing upright.

He grunts a bit, trying to shift his weight and work around his cumbersome middle. Just as he was about to photograph a suspect cut on the victim's arm. Did he feel, for the first time, his daughter kick. This wasn't his usual dealings of overlooked soft flutters or gas. This felt solid. He couldn't help but let out an almost silent "whoa!" as he was taken by complete surprise. Even though his reaction was barely audible, still didn't keep Pride from taking notice.

"You okay, Chris?"

The young agent nods and, despite Loretta's insistence to help, actually managed to get to his feet unassisted. He grins. Adjusting the strap of the camera so it rested at his side versus draped over his belly.

"She kicked, King"

That warm, fatherly smile returns to Pride's face. What an exciting moment in the midst of such darkness. He makes his way over towards the young agent.

"Well dear, if you're good I'll be on my way. Although, I expect to see you back for your 28th week appointment, next week"

Loretta informs him as she leans in for a brief hug. The two exchange heartfelt smiles as the coroner gathers her things and leaves the scene. Just as Pride was closing in on him, did he happen to notice in his peripheral, a dog walker.

This all would've been just fine, however, if it weren't for those pesky hormones transforming Chris from Dr. Jekyll to Mr. Hyde at the snap of a finger. What was this poor man's offense? Not picking up after his pooch. Well, he was gonna learn that day not to leave your lawn brownie for others to take care of. Chris's eyes narrow at him.

"Hey Beyoncé, why don'tcha pick up your dog shit?!"

The poor older man stops immediately in his tracks. Silently pointing to himself. Looking utterly baffled. Pride finally steps in and momentarily lays a hand on Chris's shoulder.

"Chris, settle down. No need to get worked up over dog crap"

This just went in one ear and out the other. Dwayne just regretted not having the peanut butter rinds to pacify him this time.

"Nah king. Just ain't right, actin' all highfalutin"

Pride smiles rather awkwardly at the man. Waving off his agent's outburst.

"I'm really sorry about that (he yells) he's pregnant!"