A/N: I totally winged this chapter so that I could start the next one hahah. Hope you like it though!!

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Kylie let out a giggle as Ryan leaned forward at the dinner table and gave her a wink. It'd been three days since Ryan and Calleigh figured out that a member of the Feds had actually stolen the money to place blame on the lab. And Rylie had just gotten out of the hospital two days ago. Kylie's mother had insisted they go out tonight so she could have alone time with her granddaughter, and Ryan and Kylie could have time to their selves.

"So," Ryan cleared his throat, recalling the fight he and Mark had gotten into about Kylie. "Delgado. What's up with him?"

Kylie's smile wiped off her face as she shook her head, her fingers running circles along the wine glass. "We dated during the police academy. Come to find out he was using me because my Dad's got connections high up. Friends with the Chief in Police at the time. He figured Dad could pull some strings once we were family," Kylie rolled her eyes. "So he proposed and he got pissed when I told him no. My Dad was pissed too, but whatever, he's a douche. I knew that. He'd get angry over the smallest things, and wonder why I didn't love him."

"Did he ever hit you?"

"No," Kylie shook her head. "He wasn't that stupid. He'd get angry if I didn't wanna go out with his friends, or sleep with him, and he'd scream, but he knew if he ever touched me he'd be done. I don't know, I wasn't with him long," she shrugged. "Every now and again we bump into each other. Because my Dad still talks to him, and every once and a while he tries to apologize and win me over. Almost never does though," she smiled, taking a sip of her wine.

Ryan nodded his head. "You seem to have a couple bad catches."

Kylie rolled her eyes. "Two," she said. "I'm not some poster board for low self esteem women. I had a thing for bad guys when I was younger," she shrugged. "Now I got a thing for CSIs," she winked.

"Really?" he grinned, sitting up straight. "I've got one for S.W.A.T. girls. You wouldn't happen to know any would you?"

"Oh wow. I do actually. I think you'd like her. She's got dark hair and blue eyes."

"Really? I bet she's really pretty."

"Oh she is, she is," Kylie nodded her head. "Tough little cookie too. She's got a cute little baby at home too. Brown hair like her Daddy. But everything else is her Mom."

"The baby sounds cuter than she does," he grinned.

"Could be," Kylie shrugged.

Ryan gave her a smile. "You ready to head home?" he asked, signing the check and setting it at the edge of the table.

"I guess," Kylie sighed. "My mom is getting on my nerves. She's too clingy."

"She loves you," Ryan said, standing up. "I'm glad she let us go out. That was very generous of her. Rylie is not the easiest baby to take care of," he sighed shaking his head. The past two nights he had woken up with the baby, and had just a bit of an idea of what Kylie had been dealing with the past six months.

"Well, now you know what I've been dealing with these past months."

"I know. Trust me, I'm gonna help out more, I promise." Ryan grabbed Kylie's hand, and wrapped his arm around her waist as they headed outside.

"How was dinner?" Mrs. Flack asked the couple as they walked through the living room.

"Great," Kylie smiled. "How was Rylie?"

"Good," Mrs. Flack promised. "I'll wake up with her if you'd like," she winked at Ryan.

"Gross, Mom!" Kylie shivered, hurrying up the stairs, Ryan following her. Ryan shut the door behind them, and undid the orange tie around his neck while Kylie kicked off her shoes.

Ryan approached her, and slowly unzipped the back of her dress, his hands connecting with her skin. Kylie turned around and gave Ryan a smile, and began to unbutton his shirt, her dress falling off, giving Ryan a full view of her in a purple bra and matching underwear. He grabbed her wrist, and pressed his lips to the palm of her hand as she sat on the bed. Ryan sat besides her, and pulled her feet into his lap, causing her to giggle. She rested her head on her pillow, and closed her eyes, a smile on her face while Ryan rubbed her feet.

"I can get used to this," she laughed.

"Yeah?" Ryan asked, his hands traveling up her left shin, and towards her thigh. He pressed his lips to her stomach, causing her to shiver. "What about that?" he smirked; pressing kisses all the way up her stomach, and between her chest.

"Mhm," she sighed, a moan escaping her mouth when he kissed the hollow of her neck. She flipped him on his back, and straddled his waist, her hands running along his stomach before unzipping his dress pants, and eagerly pulling them off. She pressed her lips to the top of his boxer line, and ran her tongue from one hipbone to the other, before tracing his left side with her tongue.

"Shit," Ryan mumbled, his hands running down her back, and in her underwear. "You're really gettin' me hot," he informed her, when her teeth met with the crook of his neck.

"Good," she whispered in his ear, her hand tugging at his boxers. She felt his leg muscles tighten beneath her as her hands made their way back up to his chin. She thanked the glasses of wine in her, when her teeth clashed with his.

Ryan rolled her over onto her back, already knowing that they'd be fighting for the dominant position the whole night, as he bit at her lip, and undid the clasp on her bra. He pulled his mouth away from hers, and kissed her chest again, causing Kylie to relax a bit as her eyes rolled in the back of her head, her hands instinctively running through Ryan's hair as he rubbed one breast with his hand, and sucked the other one.

"Oh, cac," Kylie screamed at the feel of Ryan's fingers entering her. "A Thiarna," she said, gripping his back. He gave her a weird look, unsure of what she was saying, but assumed it was good, as she pushed her body closer to his. "Ryan," she suddenly whispered, her eyes opening when he pulled away from her.

"Kylie," he whispered back, giving her a kiss.

"We need a condom," she blushed. "I don't want another baby."

Ryan let out a laugh, and leaned over her to grab a condom from his nightstand drawer. "Trust me babe, I learned from last time."

XXXXXXXXXXX

Kylie kissed the top of Rylie's head as she sat in her high chair, and sat at the table where her mother had cooked breakfast. "Looks good, Ma," she said, taking a bite of her eggs.

"Your welcome baby," Mrs. Flack nodded her head. "I figured you could use a few extra hours of sleep. All the screaming you were doing last night must have exhausted you."

Kylie blushed a bit, and looked down at her plate embarrassed that her mother had heard her late night activities. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," Mrs. Flack continued when she saw Kylie's cheeks flush.

"Where's Ryan?"

"He got called into work," Kylie informed her mother. "He should be home soon. Unless they get a break through."

"I never understood you," Mrs. Flack whispered, shaking her head. "All of you. Puck. Donald. You three just don't care about your lives when others are in danger. I never understood. Doesn't it scare you that Ryan may not come home one day?"

"That's why you and Dad always fought," Kylie nodded her head.

"I didn't want you to become like him," she informed her daughter. "You or Donnie. Your father was enough for me to worry about. Don't you understand me now?"

"Ryan is a good cop. Just like Daddy was. No doubt there's gonna be some close calls. With both me and Ryan. But we're good cops Mom. We're stubborn people, and I'll be damned if I ever leave Rylie without any parents."

"Now that you're in S.W.A.T. though, Kylie. Your job is so dangerous. And you're so far away."

"Ma," Kylie sighed. "I'm going to be fine. I've got two great guys covering my back. I've had a lot of scary things almost happen. And because of Duff and Frank, I'm still here. Someone's gotta put the bad guys away, Mom. And I'm one of those people. Dad was one of them. Donnie is. Niki. Ryan."

"I know. But you're my baby, Kylie."

Kylie bit her lip when she noticed her mom was crying. She always knew that she got her emotional side from her mother, while she got her looks from her father. "Don't cry, Mom. You're worrying for nothing."

"I'm sorry," Mrs. Flack shook her head. "What happens if you and Ryan… where's Rylie gonna go?"

"We haven't talked about that," Kylie whispered.

"Things happen, Kylie! And you need to be prepared for them!" Mrs. Flack yelled as Ryan entered the kitchen.

"Nothing is going to happen, Mom!" Kylie yelled back.

"What's going on?" Ryan asked, picking Rylie up from her high chair when she began to cry.

"Nothing," Mrs. Flack hurried off.

"Kylie," Ryan spoke, giving her a skeptical look.

"She's pissed because she thinks we should have a plan for Rylie. If we…"

"We do," Ryan scrunched his eyebrows.

"I wasn't going to tell her I asked Don and Niki to take care of her," Kylie mumbled. "She'd be heartbroken."

"Then why don't we ask her?"

"I love my parents. But…I just trust Donnie and Niki. I don't wanna think about this."

"Fine," Ryan said, handing Rylie over. "She just pooped."

"Rylie say Daddy," Kylie said, holding Rylie out. "Dadda."

"Now you want her first word to be Dad," Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Oh, Rylie," Kylie sighed, plugging her nose. "Nasty little girl."

"Like Mommy, like daughter."

"Yeah, yeah. Where's my Mom when I need her?"

Ryan sat across from Kylie. "You really wanna help?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Yes," she smiled, her eyes twinkling. "Ryan. I was born to be a CSI. If you're short today, I wanna help."

Ryan nodded his head. "Alright," he smiled. "Calleigh is getting you a kit."

"Awesome," Kylie smiled. "Instead of finding the deceased, I get to figure it out!" she said, clapping her hands together.

"Well. You're in a good mood," he said, giving her a wink. "Does it have anything to do with last night?"

Kylie rolled her eyes and blushed a bit. "I'm in a good mood because I get to investigate," she said, standing up from the glass table. "So. What's the case? Guy eaten by shark? Nanny found dead in the pool?"

"12 year old," Ryan cleared his throat, causing the smile from Kylie's face to disappear.

"Well," Kylie whispered. "Good thing I'm a good CSI." She gave him a wink, and grabbed his hand to tug him from his chair. "Come on. The quicker we finish this the quicker we can get home to Rylie. My mom is only good to handle for a few hours."

"I was thinking the quicker we could sleep. But Rylie sounds good too," Ryan joked, causing Kylie to smack him in the chest. "I'm kidding. She's my baby girl," he laughed.

"Better be," Kylie warned, smiling as Calleigh came into the lab.

"Hey Kylie," Calleigh smiled. "I brought you one of our back up kits. Don't worry. I've stocked it fresh for you. The guys seem to forget how to do that."

"Oh yeah. I can believe that," Kylie laughed. "Thanks Calleigh."

"No problem. I'm excited to work with you again."

"Yeah I'm excited to be working CSI," Kylie smiled.

"Really? You should come back. I'm sure Horatio would love to have you on the team."

"No," Kylie shook her head. "S.W.A.T. is guaranteed weekends off save for the occasional threat. Rylie's gotta have at least one parent with a schedule. Besides if I worked with that lunatic plus lived with him. I'd kill him." She nodded her head towards Ryan.

"I heard that!" Ryan called ahead of him as the two girls giggled.

"So you guys getting married any time soon?" Calleigh asked her, setting her kit in the back of the Hummer.

"Nope," Kylie shook her head at the same time Ryan had said no.

"Oh. Okay?" Calleigh asked.

"Ryan's to\o cheap to propose right," Kylie rolled her eyes.

"I am not," Ryan rolled his eyes. "I already told you I'm not gonna do it when you're expecting it."

"Whatever," Kylie rolled her eyes, climbing into the Hummer. "Excuses, excuses, excuses, Wolfe." She giggled, closing the door behind her. Ryan sat in the backseat and leaned forward to blow in Kylie's ear, causing her to flinch in response.

"Julian Morgan," Frank Trip started as Kylie, Ryan, and Calleigh ducked under the crime scene tape. "12 years old. Mother found him when she came home from the grocery store."

"Poor baby," Kylie whispered, kneeling besides the body. "What were you doing home alone?"

"Hey! You taking my job Mrs. Ryan Wolfe?" Alexx Woods asked approaching the body as well.

"Oh no," Kylie shook her head. "I'm just thinking aloud, Alexx." Kylie stood up, and glanced around the yard. "Basketball." She nodded towards the ball sitting in the middle of the grass.

"Who plays ball in the grass?" Calleigh Duquesne asked, she and Ryan walking towards the ball.

"Good eye," Horatio Cain spoke, approaching Kylie.

"I try," Kylie grinned. "Frank. Did Mrs. Morgan say where Julian was supposed to be?"

"His friend Billy's. Across the street."

"Where is Billy?" Horatio asked.

"I'll go find out," Kylie offered, grabbing her kit. "I'll come," Ryan offered.

"I got it, Ryan," Kylie rolled her eyes, heading under the crime scene tape.

"I know. But if Billy has something," Ryan started, hurrying behind her.

Kylie stepped onto the porch, and lightly knocked three times before waiting patiently for a woman with long dark hair and big brown eyes to answer the door. "Hi, I'm Detective Flack, this is CSI Wolfe," Kylie started nodding her head to Ryan. "Your son's friend, Julian was killed today, ma'am. Mrs. Morgan said Julian was supposed to be here while she went out?"

"Si," the woman slowly nodded her head. "I'm just the housekeeper," she whispered, her Cuban accent thick. "I go get Miss Anne."

"Okay," Kylie smiled, nodding her head watching the woman hurry away. "She knows something," Kylie told Ryan.

"How do you know?" Ryan asked her.

"She was picking her nails," Kylie informed him, smiling when a woman hurried towards the door.

"What's going on?" The blonde asked, glancing from Kylie to Ryan. She rolled her eyes at Kylie but gave Ryan a smile.

"We're here about the murder of your son's friend," Kylie spoke sternly. "The one that was supposed to be here today."

"Julian's dead?"

"Yes. Do you mind if we ask Billy some questions? Maybe he saw something?"

"Go ahead," the woman nodded her head, stepping aside so Kylie and Ryan could walk in. "He is upstairs."

Kylie hurried up the steps, Ryan on her toes. "Single Mom thinks your hot," she whispered.

"What?" Ryan asked.

"She was undressing you with his eyes," Kylie informed him. Glancing around to see Billy sitting on his bed, his door wide open, and a football in his hands. "Billy?" she asked, stepping into the room.

The young boy turned his head, a frightened look on his face as Kylie gave him a soft smile. "Julian's dead. Isn't he?" the boy asked.

"Yeah," Kylie nodded her head. "I'm Detective Flack. Were you playing basketball with Julian?"

"Yeah," Billy nodded his head. "Julian wanted to, and my Mom said we had to get out of the house for a bit so Mercedes could clean the house. I heard it, and I ran. It's my fault. I should have stayed."

"It isn't your fault," Kylie shook her head, sitting on the bed. "Accidents happen, Billy. That's why Mr. Wolfe and I are here. To figure out just who did this. We need your help though."

"Okay," Billy whispered. He slowly stood up and walked towards his drawer. "I had to change," he told Kylie. Ryan stood, resting on the threshold of the boy's bedroom while Kylie talked to Billy.

Billy pulled out a purple bath towel and set it on his bed, causing Kylie to stand up. She opened her kit up and grabbed a pair of latex gloves. "There was a lot of blood."

Unsure of how that was possible, seeing as Julian hadn't any blood anywhere in the front yard, she watched the boy open the towel, revealing a very bloody Florida Gators football jersey. "There was someone else there. Playing basketball wasn't there, Billy?" Kylie asked.

"Yeah," Billy whispered. "Cyndi. She goes to our school. Is she dead too?"

"I don't know, Billy," Kylie whispered. "I'm gonna find out, okay? Can you tell me what scared you?"

"There was a gun shot," Billy said. "I just ran."

"Okay," Kylie nodded her head, glancing at Ryan. "That's alright. You did a good job. Thanks Billy. But I need one more thing from yah, is that okay?"

"Sure," Billy shrugged. "I need to take the shoes you were wearing."

"Kay," Billy nodded his head, kicking his shoes off. Kylie took a picture, and then picked them up, Ryan leaning over her shoulder.

"Blood," he whispered in her ear.

"Thanks Billy. I gotta go, okay?" Kylie smiled, handing him a card. "That's my number. You call me if you remember anything else."

Billy nodded his head as Kylie processed his shirt and the towel, and then handed the evidence bags to Ryan. "You were good with him," Ryan started heading down the steps, Kylie behind him. "Very patient, and understanding."

"Well. He's scared," Kylie shrugged. "I think someone shot Cyndi, and Julian tried to save her. He gets hit in the back of the head with the gun, and the killer takes off."

"That's a good theory. I guess we'll have to wait and see."

Kylie nodded her head as they crossed the street to head back to the original scene. "We've got a missing girl," Kylie said, clearly effected by this crime. "This could be her blood we've got on Billy's shirt, or it could be the killer's."

"Good job Miss Flack," Horatio nodded his head.

"Fingerprints on the basketball should confirm they were playing with someone else then," Calleigh nodded her head.

"Should," Kylie nodded her head. "Hey, Alexx," Kylie said kneeling besides the body.

"Yeah baby?" Alexx asked.

"Hearing aid," Kylie said.

"How did you spot that tiny little thing?" Alexx asked, pulling a very small clear circular device from Julian's ear.

"My nephew is partially deaf," Kylie explained. "These things record sound. My brother caught my nephew's teacher selling drugs to the students with it. It's a long shot, I know."

"But we may just have a recording of this boy's death," Horatio said, setting his sunglasses on his eyes.

"Wow, babe," Ryan grinned. "Two big break throughs in fifteen minutes. You're making me look bad."

Kylie blushed a bit, but stood up, ignoring Ryan's comment. "I'll call the company who makes these, and get a warrant for the recording."

"Great," Calleigh nodded her head. "I'll do fingerprints and Ryan you can do DNA."

"So," Kylie started. "Basketball. Alexx. Air pump?"

"That could be just what hit baby boy here in the head," Alexx nodded her head. "Better watch out, honey. Your girl is about to steal your job."

"So where do you hide an air pump?" Calleigh asked.

"Sewer?" Ryan asked.

"Read my mind," Kylie whispered, patting Ryan on the back, stepping off the lawn.

"You killed two 12 year old children, Bill," Kylie started, folding her arms across her chest. "And you want me to give you a deal? No way. Scum like you deserve to rot behind those metal bars."

"It was an accident. The gun went off! And Julian started beating me!" Billy Jenson Sr. swore. "Anne and I didn't want Billy hanging around Cyndi. Her parents are into drugs. We just wanted to scare her away. But then Julian came at me. And Billy. He was so scared."

"You killed your son's best friends in front of him. You should have protected him from yourself," she growled, standing up, pressing her knuckles against the glass. "Cyndi and Julian fought, didn't they? Julian held onto your neck and he choked you while Cyndi clawed your hands for the gun. It went off, and her guts went all over Billy's shirt. And he ran while Julian tried to fight you."

"It was an accident."

"It doesn't matter!" Kylie snapped. "Keep telling yourself that it was an accident. You still put two little kids in the ground. Their parents are never going to get to see their babies grow up. And neither are you. Because if you don't get the death sentence, it won't matter. You're gonna be in jail for life. Get him out," Kylie nodded towards a uniformed cop.

"You okay?" Ryan asked her when she sat back down.

"I don't get how you can kill a kid," she shook her head. "Let alone two right in front of your own son. His two best friends."

"This is the first tough case I've had since Rylie's been born," Ryan agreed. "They get to you. Especially now that we've got our own little girl."

"Speaking of," Kylie nodded her head, patting Ryan's knee. "Can we go home? I miss her."

"Yes," Ryan nodded his head standing up. "Let's go before H finds you and offers you my job."

"Don't be pissed because I'm a better CSI," she kidded, holding onto his hand.

"Seriously though. You had that thing solved before we even left the scene."

Kylie shrugged. "Don't worry. I'm not gonna take your job babe. I'm fine with S.W.A.T."

"Good," he laughed as he clocked out.