Thank you once more to LoveSparkle-san and Alyssa Hill or Lyssa-san! Again, thank you! This chapter has some parent moments, you know with Mr. and Mrs. Garcia, before the next chapter for the family dinner but...there will be a little chaos with it! Yep, almost time for the usual craziness of Lab Rats to kick in! Again thank you and please enjoy this chapter! ^.^ Disclaimer: I DON'T own Lab Rats or Big Time Rush, just the idea of this slight AU (Bree, Adam and Chase are still bionic super humans, everything of the Lab Rats' universe is still the same!) crossover! Again, enjoy!

Sylvia watched with glowing eyes as her sons, both on their phones (Carlos' replacement finally came in!), laughed and talked non-stop for the past two hours; they had started on their homework seconds after they got home from school today and with each other's help finished only half an hour later. Now they were raking in the goods of free time to talk to Adam and Chase Davenport, the boys she will at last get to meet tomorrow night over dinner.

She had to admit, this is the first time she's seen her babies so love-struck.

When her sons both admitted to being more than "straight" a few years back (before Brooke's death), James being bisexual and Carlos pansexual, she was caught off guard. After all, Carlos, at the time, was her only son and she had watched James grow up from when both were in diapers; she knew them both well like the back of her hands, well she thought she did, so the big unveil had been a little of a surprise.

However, unlike some people these days, she accepted them both as they were and her love for them never shrunk, only grew; her, her husband and Brooke didn't disown them like the boys feared, didn't insult them or tried to force them to change. No child comes with a manual, and only true loving parents care for them no matter.

From there on she and Mr. Garcia have supported them, encouraged them to find that special someone but to not be dumb and let any guy or girl take advantage of them and break their hearts. They were wonderful, sweet and kind boys; she and her husband have done their best to raise them with values and a sense of responsibility, and so far they have grown into respectful, smart and caring young men with hopes and dreams.

Brooke would be so proud of James; the poor boy lost a lot through the death of his mother and he had been in such bad shape after nearly landing in foster care. To see him smiling, laughing and being care-free again made Mr. and Mrs. Garcia beam with pride.

And now, both her hijos had crushes…!

It was such an adorable sight!

"Aw amor, look at them; they are so excited for tomorrow." Mrs. Garcia cooed to her husband, both sipping some evening coffee at the kitchen counter.

Mr. Garcia sighed heavily to himself, out of his police uniform and in a pair of loose sweatpants and t-shirt. "Yeah, tomorrow will be a big day…"

"Is there something wrong, dear? Te veo muy extrano." At his wife's words Mr. Garcia's usually friendly eyes hardened.

"Solo que vamos a ver estos chicos, dulce. I'm not going to be all easy on them, these are my sons we're talking about; if I don't like what I see and hear, it's not going to work out." He answered, his mujer eying him oddly.

"Amor, you didn't seem so against the idea of Kendall and Logan having feelings for James and Carlos." That was true, a not-as-obvious reason why James and Carlos wanted to start over in a new state, new place wasn't just because of Mama Diamond's passing but also because Kendall Knight and Logan Mitchell, their best friends since like birth, had feelings for them.

It wasn't that they hated the blond and bright raven for it; on the contrary James and Carlos had fallen for them too at one point, but after Brooke died James closed himself off from Kendall, not wanting to talk to him or see him. Carlos and Logan had had a fight the night before he and his new adoptive older brother moved so things were strained between them, and sometimes still were. After a while the two called them all the way back in Minnesota and thank God their friendships survived that long time of no communication, but after that Carlos and James rarely showed interested in dating or romance; they flirted at times sure, but it was never really genuine.

Mr. Garcia seeing his little tykes, well not so little anymore, so caught up in these two Davenport boys, however, got him a little edgy.

"Well that's because we knew Kendall and Logan since they were babies too, dulce; the four grew up together, had sleepovers and family outings, I knew they came from good, law-abiding families and were overall very nice boys. These Davenports on the other hand, I have no clue about."

"Exactly, which is why it's good we're having them over for dinner tomorrow night; it will be the perfect opportunity for us to get to know them and their parents." Mrs. Garcia pointed out; her husband didn't look convinced though.

"I did some research on my own, the name Davenport sounded familiar and I found out something: their father is Donald Davenport, owner of Davenport Industries and billionaire genius inventor. His wife Tasha is a reporter for the local news; both have some exposure to the cameras." Mr. Garcia said.

"Hmm, well at least we know the kids have a good financial support system, sweetie; in these tough times, it's hard to bring money in."

"Yes but he's a world-famous billionaire, amor; what if he's stuck-up and his children are mini ego-maniacs? I don't want mi'ijos wasting their time being seen as charity cases to others when they can be with true, honest lovers." Mr. Garcia said, that just striking his wife as odd.

"Amor, I've actually talked to one of the boys over the phone, the one James is crushing hard on; his name is Chase and he sounded very sweet on the phone, respectful and polite. And from the way our boys are acting lately, I have a feeling that if these young men were bad, James and Carlos would tell us without a second thought. They seem to really like them, amor, trust them and…are you sure you're not just making these excuses because you don't want them to grow up so fast?" At this Sylvia's eyes softened as she reached out and took her husband's hand over the countertop.

The off the clock policeman sighed again, expression gentile. "Maybe…? I don't know I…I guess that they're our boys, me entiendes? Our little boys, we've had them with us since they were babies; they, other than you dulce, are the most important people in mi vida. I just don't want them to get hurt, what if that family has a big dark secret, huh? I don't want them to get involved, have a great months-track record of happiness then something happens and their hearts are broken; no father likes it when someone messes with his little tykes." He admits, smiling when his wife chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"I know, I know; it seems like only yesterday we were taking the boys out with Brooke and Jen and Joanna, all four dressed as superheroes, for trick-or-treating. Time goes by so fast, amor, but we need to let them grow and fly on their own at one point." She pointed out, getting a huff from Mr. Garcia.

"Let me make you a deal, amor; tomorrow is the dinner and if during and after you feel like the family and the boys are not in the clear, you and I talk to James and Carlos, together, in private as a familia. Our boys may be head-over-heels but if something's not right for us they will not hesitate to talk it over with us and see if we can reach an agreement. Just don't judge these boys before really getting to know them and their family, dear; you know I want to protect my bebes from anything and anyone that can hurt them, but if it's real what they want and how they feel, we also want them to be happy." Mrs. Garcia said, her husband giving her a sharp nod as an answer.

Okay, he'll go with his wife's idea for now; he'll see if the famous Chase and Adam Davenport boys were good enough for his sons.

But if something weird goes on, he's going all police on them. And there will be no good cop funny business.