AN: I had a sweet idea for a new story so almost rounded this one up so that I could start it. However, after taking a few days I've decided that I'm quite attached to this incarnation of Olivia and Rafael (with younger Noah and Georgie) so rather than start a new story this one is going to be extended to include a new story arc. They're about to start an unexpected adventure!

"Lucy's tooth is still really painful and it's the only appointment available with a dentist before the weekend. I have to be at Rikers with Fin by 2 pm, so is there any chance that you could…?" Olivia began to ask tentatively.

"Absolutely," Barba assured. "I have a couple of hours of work to do before the weekend. If Lucy was planning to drop him with you do you think it would be possible for her to bring him here instead? That would save a lot of time."

Olivia sighed with relief, "Yes. Yes, I'm sure that would be no problem. I'll feel so much better leaving him with you and I know he'll be very happy…are you sure?"

He laughed softly, "Liv, my day just vastly improved. I was looking into an afternoon of paperwork, now I get to do that while hanging out with one of my two favourite people."

She smiled, "Rafa, thank you. He'll take at least a two-hour nap and you know he'll sleep anywhere."

"That will be plenty of time," he assured. "What do you want to do about change over?"

"I don't," Olivia replied simply. "Can you bring him to mine? We could get takeout and watch the third movie? You could…I mean I'm happy to wait until tomorrow, but you could still sleepover. I'd really like that."

"I'd really like that too," he replied after a moment. "I'd like to fall asleep with my arms wrapped around you…" his voice dropped to a low rumble, "my nose buried into your beautiful hair, my lips against your neck…"

"Rafa…" Olivia breathed out and glanced up at the window into the outer office, "…I'm at work."

"Have you ever thought about that?" He suggested quietly. "Late at night in your office? Working hard on a case together…then..."

Olivia swallowed, "Jesus, Rafa…"

"…I bend you over the desk, grip your hips…" He continued, his own breathing now a little shallow, " - take you...hard, urgent..."

"You thread your fingers through my hair and pull a little…" Olivia continued, her eyes closed. "You felt amazing in my hand, Rafa, and in my mouth...I want to feel you inside me..." She opened her eyes again and glanced toward the office nervously.

Barba moaned, "God, Livia…"

"How am I meant to sleep in the same bed as you tonight?" She smiled with something close to a post-orgasmic glow, even though it had been almost 12hrs since he had made her cum in his arms.

"I need to taste you," he replied, "…I will taste you."

"Tonight," she breathed.

"Tonight," he repeated.

"Last night was perfect, Rafa..." she glanced up into the office again. "I need to go…I have some work to do before we leave." There was a pause and then she added, "I'm looking forward to seeing you later though."

"Mmm..." Barba hummed. "I'll need a long glass of water and a few minutes to collect myself before I get back to any work."

Olivia laughed lightly, "I'm glad that you suggested we wait, but I'm even happier the wait is almost over."

Olivia heard him shift in his chair. "Me too," he paused and then added, "I love you, Lieutenant Benson."

She smiled, "I love you too, ADA Barba."

Lucy arrived while Carmen was on her lunch break. She dropped the elated little boy off quickly, ensuring that Barba knew where everything was before thanking him profusely and leaving for her appointment.

Barba put the bag down near his desk, then walked around to sit in his chair. He perched at the front and sat Noah on top of his paperwork, holding him safely in place with two hands.

"So how is my favorite little man?" Barba asked with a broad smile.

"Uncle Rafa!" Noah replied happily and laughed.

"You're going to stay with me for a few hours and then we're both going to go home and see mommy. Is that okay?" Barba asked.

Noah smiled, "Uncle Rafa work here wiv mommy?"

"I work here. Sometimes I visit mommy and sometimes mommy visits me," he replied.

Noah looked around, abstractly thinking that his mommy could probably fit into this room as well...that would save lots of visits, grownups were very complicated.

"Would you like a tour?" Barba asked when he saw Noah staring around the room.

"Toor?" Noah asked.

"I'll show you around..." Barba explained as he picked him up.

The lawyer had rolled up his shirt sleeves and long discarded his tie, so Noah happily held onto one of his suspender belts as he was walked around the edge of the office.

He sat happily listening to his beloved Uncle Rafa talk...looking at the slightly confusing, yet interestingly shiny, things that he was being shown.

"….And lots more books," he showed Noah with a smile as they arrived back at the bookcase behind his desk, "…all about work and not even half as fun as your books at home."

The little boy giggled.

"A clock…" Barba continued along the shelf.

"Very shiny…" Noah observed solemnly.

"Yes," Barba smiled, "…an especially shiny clock...and equally shiny vase."

Noah reached out to grab the vase.

"No!" Barba told him a little sharply.

Noah's bottom lip popped out and for one horrifying moment, Barba thought he was going to cry.

"Nene, that vase is made of crystal, like glass, if it breaks it is very sharp…" he explained quickly, "…you could hurt yourself." He turned and walked Noah toward the window, hugging him and swaying gently. "I'd never want you to hurt yourself, mijo. I didn't mean to sound angry."

Noah smiled and reached out to touch his Uncle Rafa's face, stroking his short beard. "We love Uncle Rafa," the little boy replied and leaned his head onto the man's shoulder, "…I sorwy."

Barba smiled, "Hey, it's okay. Shall we eat? I know that you have food in your bag from mommy and I have a sandwich."

"Mommy make you sandwich?" Noah asked.

He laughed softly, "The man in the sandwich shop made my sandwich, I'm not as lucky as you."

Barba put Noah on the floor in front of his office couch and the little boy watched as his Uncle Rafa sorted through his lunch, then he collected his own sandwich and finally came to join him on the floor to eat.

"Picnic!" Noah said happily and the two friends smiled at each other. He chewed into his cheese sandwich and apple pieces, watching his uncle eat and listening to him talk about fascinating things.

"You know my mommy is going to come and play with you tomorrow? I'm taking your mommy out," Barba said as he accepted a cheesy snack that Noah was offering and nodded gratefully.

"I come?" Noah asked.

"Not this time. You'll stay with my mommy. I'm going to take your mommy for food and dancing…" Barba explained.

"I dance," Noah pointed out.

"Well…" Barba pretended to ponder, "…you remember that mommy told you that I'll be staying for a sleepover tomorrow?"

Noah nodded and grinned when he remembered.

"So on Sunday, we could all dance?" Barba suggested hopefully.

"Uncle Rafa's mommy dance wiv me?" Noah asked.

"Sure," Barba smiled, "…I think my mommy would be very happy to dance with you."

"Dance now?" Noah suggested with a grin.

Barba looked at the time and smiled, "Okay, little man." He quickly tidied up, selected some upbeat music on his phone and then picked Noah up. He rested him on his hip and swayed as Noah started bouncing in his arms.

After a few moments, Barba stopped and turned toward the door when he heard slow clapping.

He found Rita Calhoun standing in the doorway and watched her jaw drop when she saw Noah in his arms. "Here was I quietly celebrating that the best prosecutor in the city seemed to have finally lost his mind, but it seems that I might be the one going a little crazy. Is in my imagination, counsellor, or do you have a child in your arms?"

"I've yet to see you quietly celebrate anything," Barba retorted dryly as he walked over to turn off the music, "...you're invariably unbearable."

"Objection. Evasion." Rita rejoined.

Barba rolled his eyes and looked down at Noah, "Noah, this is Uncle Rafa's friend Rita. Would you like to say hello?"

Noah smiled a little shyly, "Hello, Reeeeta."

Rita smiled at the boy and nodded, "Hello, Noah, it's very nice to meet you." Then she looked up at Barba, "I know we've been seeing a little less of each other lately, but…?"

Barba smirked and walked around to sit at his desk, placing Noah comfortably on his lap. "Noah is the son of a…" he looked down at Noah and completed with, …friend. I'm looking after him for a few hours."

"You have a friend who believes it's safe to leave their child in your care?" Rita joked as she sat. "I would suggest filing papers to have them mentally assessed."

Noah frowned and looked up at Barba, "What men-ally ass-ess?"

Barba arched an eyebrow at Rita, then looked at his little friend, "Rita thinks she's funny, Noah." He looked at the attorney firmly, "Counsellor, if you came to discuss your case we can have a child-friendly chat now, or this can wait until Monday - but one strike and you're out."

"Monday?" Rita asked, clearly surprised.

"I'm taking the weekend…" Barba explained cryptically.

"To do what exactly? You have no life," Rita replied dryly.

"Eat food, dance wiv mommy," Noah recalled helpfully, "…sleepover…Sunday we dance…pancakes?" He looked at Barba hopefully.

Barba smiled at Noah, then at the astonished look on Rita's face.

"So you're not just the babysitter?" Rita concluded with a broad smile. "Someone's playing daddy?"

"Playing Daddy?" Noah asked and looked at his Uncle Rafa with wide eyes.

"Rita!" Barba replied firmly, the humor was now gone from his voice but his tone was controlled so as not to worry Noah. However, his eyes said all he needed to say, What are you thinking, Rita? In front of the child?

Rita, who was not used to having to consider a child's feelings during one of her exchanges with her friend, blanched a little and shook her head apologetically. "Just a joke, Noah, I like to tease your Uncle Rafa a little…" She assured quickly.

"Uncle Rafa someone's daddy?" Noah asked.

Barba glared at Rita with a silent 'nice going asshole' grimace and then looked at Noah. "I'm no one's daddy, Noah, my friend is sometimes very silly and gets easily confused."

Noah nodded thoughtfully, then finally looked at the lady. "Mommy's friend too?" He assumed that everyone Uncle Rafa knew must know his mommy.

"I don't…" Rita looked at Barba and then back at Noah, "…I'm not sure."

"Don't know?" Noah asked - this lady was clearly very confused.

"I don't…" Rita smiled at Barba then looked at Noah, "…what is your mommy's name?"

Barba tensed. "Rita…" he warned.

Noah thought for a second and finally replied, "Mommy's name? Like Noah?"

Rita nodded and watched her friend squirm a little, she knew he had no good reason to cut her off without confusing Noah by telling him that he didn't want her to know who his mommy was.

"Mommy called Olivia," Noah informed her helpfully.

A smile spread across Rita's face, a smile so wide that it almost split her face in half. "Olivia? Reeeeally?"

TBC…