Okay guys, second and final chapter. Again, thanks to delga and remotecontrolprincess for their awesomeness and beta jobs. I can't believe this is the last chapter. Okay, there's only been two, but I got so attached to little Calista -- I had to write more. Watch out for cameos in future fics!

Ooh, before I go, y'all should understand that this was written while I was ill with a nasty virus, and between texts to Miss Becs about Stella's ice cream preferences. Only you, darlin'. Only you would let me ask you what you reckon she'd prefer and not even question the randomness. Love you, dude xxx

ii. breaks

"My daddy's a policeman." The young girl informed her canine companion, pronouncing each word slowly and precisely. At three years old, little Calista Taylor was fluent in both English and Greek, thanks to her mother, though there were often problems distinguishing between the two. "He's big and strong and he puts bad people in prison."

Calista had her mother's facial structure and curly brown hair, with her father's mischievous green eyes and sheepish grin. She was quite clearly her parents' daughter. Almost three feet tall, she was a little over twelve inches taller than Neon the chocolate Labrador, and the pair were inseparable.

Calista stood in the corner of her bedroom at the head of her bed. She climbed up onto the small table to see out of the window, before jumping down and informing Neon of her plan.

"We're going to play policeman. Only, I'll be a police… woman. 'Cos I'm not a man. You can be… umm… you can be the bad man! And I put you in prison."

They were so engrossed in their game, Calista clipping a leash to Neon and leading him back and forth across her room and shoving him into her closet, they didn't hear Mac and Stella return and the nanny leave. They didn't even notice when Mac and Stella stood in the doorway watching, or when Mac's arm made its way around his wife's waist and he leant down to kiss her.

"Neon, I'm a… a…" Calista looked up and saw her parents in the doorway, smiling.

"Arresting, honey." Stella smiled, resting her head on Mac's shoulder.

"I'm arresting you!"

Mac left Stella and walked into the room, scooping up his daughter and balancing her on his hip. "What do you say, we go get some ice cream?

Calista looked towards her mother.

"If daddy buys me some Rocky Road…"

"Not Pistachio, then?" Mac smirked as he shifted Calista to his other hip and walked out of the room with Stella, his hand unconsciously resting on the small of her back.