Well hello there! It's been quite a while, hasn't it? I'm terribly sorry. I just got caught up in school (exams are this week) and then it was season finale time for all my other shows and I needed at least a week to recover from the Fringe finale (OHMYGOD) and well... I was procrastinating. A lot.

But now I'm back and (hopefully) going to update on a semi-regular basis.

Anyways this one is for Samantha, who requested another fic with Owen in it.

Here you go, darling. I hope you like it. :)

"Mommy! Can I sit in your chair?" Owen Spencer tugged on the side of his mothers skirt.

Juliet sighed, leaning down to pick him up. She pressed a kiss to his forehead and then nodded her head. "But stay there, Owen. No moving around, okay? Mommy needs to work, and you need to color the rest of your picture." She placed him on the chair, and then reached down and grabbed a small backpack. "Everything you need is in here, okay? If you get hungry, I put a snack in your lunch bag." She leaned over once more and kissed the top of his head. "Now just stay here."

Owen nodded quickly. He'd been to Mommys work before. But that was when he was sick, and she'd just let him sleep in that special room where all the beds were. Today he felt perfectly fine.

Daddy called it a vacation day. But that didn't make any sense. Vacation was when they went to visit Grandma and Grandpa in Florida. Vacation wasn't sitting around at Mommys work all day.

Owen reached into his backpack and pulled out a box of crayons. Mommy hadn't let him use markers since that time Uncle Gus fell asleep and he and Daddy drew all over his face.

Mommy hadn't let Daddy use markers since then either.

Owen poured all the crayons out on the desk and began shuffling through them. A few spilled off the edge of the desk and started rolling across the floor. Owen frowned and stared after them. He watched as the yellow crayon rolled underneath the desk across from Mommys, and the blue bumped against a few pairs of very shiny black shoes before hitting a metal pole.

Owen didn't know what to do. Mommy had told him to stay here, but she had also told him to finish coloring. And he couldn't do that without his crayons, especially not his yellow. What other color was he supposed to make the pineapple? Purple? Mommy had to understand that.

So he pushed back from the desk and hopped down onto the floor. By now there were only a few people standing around (earlier there had been way more, and Mommy had to pick him up and carry him to her desk so he wouldn't get lost. Owen got lost a lot.), and so Owen was able to get across the floor without running into anybody. He knelt down and grabbed the blue crayon from underneath the desk, then stood back up and headed for the yellow one. He saw the pole that it had run into a few feet away. He took a few steps towards it, and then stopped.

The pole was attached to something. And not just any something. It was attached to a white board. A white board with at least five different colored markers laying next to it.

Owen really liked white boards. He had a chalkboard at home, but he didn't like the way it made his hands all white or how the chalk sounded when he pressed too hard against the board. But white boards were perfect. They had one at school, and Owen loved it when the teacher would let him draw on it. This board didn't look too different from the one at school, which meant that it was probably okay for him to draw on it. He grabbed a green marker off the table next to him and smiled widely.

Juliet was having a very rough day. First she had been told that it was absolutely necessary for her to come in to work today for some completely ridiculous reason, then Shawns dad had bailed on babysitting Owen to go on a fishing trip, which both Shawn and Gus had been forced to go on. Juliet then saw that she had no other option but to haul Owen into work with her.

After seating him at her desk and making sure he wasn't going to go anywhere, she had been following Lassiter around the station for hours, trying to offer as much help as she could with their case. It was several hours before she actually had the opportunity to go back upstairs and check on Owen to make sure he wasn't getting into any trouble. And she was several hours too late.

Juliet froze as soon as she got to the top of the steps. The board that almost everyone in the station used to write down information was covered with drawings of people and dogs and all kinds of fruit. There were a few guys standing in front of it laughing and admiring the particularly large drawing of a bird with pink spots on its wings. The laughing stopped as soon as they saw Juliet.

Once he noticed it was quiet, Owen spun around and his face lit up. "Mommy!" He yelled. "Come draw with me!"

The cluster of rookies still standing around snickered softly. Juliet sent them all death glares and slowly shook her head. "Owen, what did I tell you about playing with markers?"

"But I didn't draw on anybody this time!" The six-year-old protested.

"Owen." Juliet took a deep breath, reaching down and taking the markers out of his hands. "No more drawing."

"But, Mommy-"

"I said no, Owen." Juliet picked up the eraser. "Now go get your stuff, we're going home." With that she started to try and wipe off some of the pictures on the board. It didn't work.

She rubbed the eraser harder over the board but the drawings still stayed.

"Owen, what kind of markers did you use?"

The boy thought for a moment before answering. "Well the ones by the board kept coming off when I would hit them so I used the ones on your desk."

Juliet glanced down at what she thought were dry erase markers in her hands. They were Sharpies. "Owen, I can't-"

"O'Hara, what exactly is going on here?"

Juliet quickly turned around and found herself face to face with Chief Karen Vick.

"I drew you a picture!" Owen yelled, bounding over to his mother and the chief.

"I can see that." She smiled softly down at the young boy, then looked back up at Juliet. "O'Hara-"

"I'll buy a new one." She said, placing the markers back on the table.

"Good." The Chief smiled again at Owen, then went back into her office.

The laughter followed the two of them all the way to the parking lot.

Well. I'm not totally sure if I like how that turned out, but you guys tell me what you think. Please?

Also, to anyone who watches Castle, did the end scene remind any of you guys of An Evening With Mr. Yang? Just the 'Beckett going to tell him how she feels but he's going to the Hamptons with Gina' thing. My mind immediately went to Shawn&Jules at the end of that episode.

Maybe I just watch too much Psych.

Reviews would be awesome sauce.