Julio Sanchez knocks on the door to the Captain's newer townhouse. It was modern, but he couldn't imagine her and Flynn living in anything different. He checks on the bag, smiling as he sees a figure come to the door through the window.

Eve tilts her head to the side, offering him a smile, as she pulls open the door, "How'd you know I was off today?" She leans against the frame.

"You haven't worked most of the week." He shakes his head, "I guessed."

She smiles, stepping aside and watching as he walks past. Something between them was comfortable. He was a close friend, probably her closest. Eve watches as he walks to the kitchen, knowing he thinks of her as more than that, "Something smells good."

"I got us Chinese." Julio sets it on the counter, knowing where things are and the Captain's impeccable organizational methods, he pulls plates from the cabinet, "I'm starving. What about you..."

"Sure." Eve walks up behind him, putting her hand on his back and her face into his bicep, "I've missed you, Julio."

"You didn't tell me about your apartment."

She sighs, shrugging, "I didn't think it was important."

"We still have to get the baby's room ready and if you can't be there because it makes you sick...well..." He shrugs, "You could have come and stayed with me."

"I didn't want to."

"Why?"

Eve shakes her head, taking her plate after he puts food onto it, "I'm not comfortable with myself for what I did to you."

"It was mutual last I checked." Sanchez finally turns his body to face her and take in her entire form, "You've grown since I've seen you last."

"It's been three months, Julio. Of course a fetus is going to grow."

"I just wasn't expecting so much, I guess."

"You've..." Eve pauses, "An entire trimester, Julio."

"I know."

"You said you were going to be there."

"I know."

"So why aren't you?" She stares at him with her glassy, chocolate colored irises, "I want the truth, Julio. Don't tell me what you think I want to hear."

"I'm scared to death, Eve." He swallows, pausing and unable to look at her.

"Scared?" Eve's eyes widen as she slowly smirks, "You think I'm not? I'm the one who has to endure the cramps and contraction. I am the one who must suffer the pain of a birth and afterbirth. I'm the one who is going to be up all hours of the night breast feeding the kid." She shakes her head, "You want to talk about scared?"

"I know." Julio mumbles a response, "And I want to be there, but you've done everything in your power to keep me away."

"Oh? The telephone works both ways. You could have sent a text message even. It isn't hard." She folds her arms, rubbing her bicep with her thumb as she holds onto it. Eve slowly moves to the utensil drawer and takes out a pair of chopsticks, "You want a fork or sticks?"

"Fork." He swallows, "I've been working overtime. I wanted to buy a set for the baby's room at your apartment." Julio shakes his head, still not looking at her, "I want it to be one of the nice ones. Something to go with the rest of your place, you know? I didn't realize how much I was missing because of it."

"I had an appointment the other day." Eve says, almost absently. She easily uses her chopsticks to pick up pieces of her beef with mushroom. Then poking again to pick up some lo mein.

Julio takes a moment before plating his own food up and sitting next to her, "I would have gone...If I had known."

"Would you have?"

"Of course." His gaze falls upon her, "Is it why you haven't been at work? Is something wrong?"

She shakes her head slowly, "Everything is perfect. Baby is bigger than it's normal growth already." Eve smirks, "Something to do with the gestational diabetes."

"And that's okay too? Your sugars?"

"Your baby is fine, Julio, if that's your question."

"It isn't, actually." Sanchez shakes his head, reaching a hand over to place on top of hers, "I'm worried about you. I'm always worried about you."

Eve slowly looks over to his hand, pursing her lips slightly as she moves her eyes up to his face, "You've a funny way of showing it." Her voice just above a whisper, yet full of emotion. She doesn't move her hand from his, needing his touch.

"I didn't have a father growing up. I don't want my kid thinking his dad is some kind of failure because he can't take care of his mom." He squeezes her hand gently, "I want to take care of you all of the time, Eve. I want to be the one you ask for help. I want to be the one you roll over and wake up next to every morning-"

"I'm not marrying you, Julio."

"I'm not asking you to marry me."

"Okay, then what are you saying?"

"I want to live together. Not for some selfish or sexual reason, I want to help you with the baby as much as possible and the only way I'm going to be able to do that is if we're in the same apartment."

Eve nods slowly, "I can agree to that."

"I want to pay for things for the place...bills and things..."

"I work too, Julio. We can split costs."

Though it was against his beliefs of taking care of her fully, he knows if he doesn't agree to it, she won't continue with living together. "Fine."

"Since Mac moved here, you can take her room. The baby will obviously take my study."

Sanchez sighs, but nods in agreement, "You'll be okay at your place?"

She tilts her head to the side, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugs, "Andy said something about the smell...you were getting sick from it?"

"Oh." Eve offers him a smile, "I just...Eve was there for so long, it was weird for her not to be. Honestly, I didn't like coming home to an empty apartment. Since you're moving in, I'll be feeling much better."

Sanchez smirks, "You're something else."

"I know." She leans over, pecking him quickly on the lips with her own, "So, I figure, since I'm officially in my third trimester and the baby could technically be born now and survive, I think we should brainstorm some names."

"Juan Carlos or Guillermo something." Julio teases, then shakes his head when he receives a look from her, "I'm kidding. I'm leaving the name entirely up to you."

Eve smiles, then nods, "I'll make a deal with you."

"Let's hear it."

"If it's a boy, we'll give him my last name as a first name and he will get your last name."

"And if it's a girl?"

"I have no fucking idea, and we're screwed." She smirks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Does that mean we're having a boy?" He raises an eyebrow.

"No, it means we're having a girl and we're screwed." Eve grins.

"Yeah?"

She nods, picking up another piece of steak with her chopsticks, "I've known for a while, but figured I could withhold the information in some lame attempt for you to take notice."

"Playing on my love for you?" Sanchez looks over to her again.

"Obviously." Eve grins, "I'm glad my mother has saved Kate's clothes." She nods, "Gavin bought her so much stuff that there were some things she grew out of before she ever got into them. All designer. Gorgeous as hell."

"Good." Julio nods, "We'll buy for her as well though." He reaches a hand over, placing it on her belly, his face turning into one of awe.

She pauses, noticing him, "She's awake right now."

"I can tell." He grins widely, completely fascinated by her abdomen and the child growing in her womb, "That's crazy."

"I wanted you to feel when she first started...but I was holding that hostage too."

"I'm glad I'm here now, then." Sanchez nods, not wanting to move his hand as he takes another bite of his food.

"Me too." Eve smiles, his presence, to her, is that of friendship. A friend who would protect you at all cost and you have more of a relationship with than the boundaries of friendship, she loves his presence. However, to save herself headache, she won't tell him that. Leave him in the dark. It's better for everyone.