A/N: This is for Moonie who cracked me up. Shaw's lines in the first scene are inspired by SWWoman (you know why #greasefire).

Thanks for putting up with me and my never beta'd writing. Credit to DreadWomen for the chapter title (still collecting M words).

As always, enjoy x

Three weeks later, Thursday 13th October, 1.43pm, Finch's Townhouse, Carnegie Hill, New York

While Finch and Shaw were tracking a shipment of illegal 72% proof hooch, The Machine interrupted them with an announcement in the form of an hCG quantitative test from The Nurture Medical Center & Research Facility in Chelsea belonging to Morgan, Zoe C. and confirming her pregnancy by a certain Dutch doppelganger. Finch dropped and broke his china teacup in shock. "No, Ms Shaw; we can't do bodily harm to Ms Morgan." She mocked him with a sneer. "Look where that got us."

"Oh my!"

"That's all you can say? She would've been out the hospital making a full recovery by now but no, you just had to let her live out some rejected storyline from Sex in the City."

Finch blinked nervously; various scenarios ran through his head – none of them good because they all started with telling his favourite Detective something she didn't want to hear. "Well, although it's quite peculiar one has to admire Ms Morgan for her perseverance."

"Don't you mean pu-"

"Please Ms Shaw; I don't need any more imagery."

1.50pm, Harlow Residence, Dumbo, Brooklyn, New York

Fusco thought it was probably better for everyone that John was (mis)using Detective Stills' badge again on the canvas with him while Carter took her mom out for a birthday lunch. The news that Legs was preggers made him choke on his energy drink, almost spilling neon green down his shirt. What was even more surprising was John's cavalier response; that now Zoe had what she wanted, she would simply go away. Poor naïve John. It was all to mask his relief that he was not the father; because if he was, Scranton, Philly and the entire state of Pennsylvania would be up in flames by now. And with that ridiculous and myopic response, Fusco made a mental note to ask Glasses if The Machine could put a nice buffer about 200 feet between Legs and his partner at all times, for their safety.

1.51pm, The Nurture Medical Center & Research Facility, Chelsea

"…If you need anything, or have any questions, please don't hesitate to call." Dr Carver-Bee ended the appointment with another happy customer. "Let's get Baby Morgan here safely."

Zoe smiled but inside she felt victorious; because she'd done it, it was really happening, like she won.

1.54pm, The Mockingbird Bakery, Lower East Side, Manhattan

The voucher for her extended gel mani-pedi fit nicely in Evelyn's brand new cream and white designer tote bag; birthday gifts from her fully-forgiven son-in-law and her daughter. That wasn't the only indulgence on the table; Evelyn gave into her sweet tooth with a triple chocolate muffin and a "fat, no fatter, does anyone know what a fat slice is?" of caramel cream cake, proving why Gregory was right to keep her off the sugar cane pipe most of the time. Joss' stomach was in knots and she didn't know why, so she sipped her peppermint tea and passed on the baked goods – a double punishment.

"…and poor Reggie embarrassed himself at the scrimmage because Senior was there acting like a tall teenager on the sidelines. Luckily he made up for it against the Seahawks. You won't believe Senior moved to Columbia in that tacky 4x4 with a woman named LaDonna and three-and-a-half kids."

"How'd you know all this?" Joss asked, as her stomach would not quit. She didn't know what was wrong because she'd been eating much better lately.

Evelyn didn't relish in sharing this particular secret. "Carolyn told me on a call." She lowered her voice. "From jail."

"No."

"You know the effect he has on her, she was so humiliated she drank too much wine and tried to drive herself home." Joss shuddered because she didn't want her cousin to become a hashtag over a jackass she never should've married in the first place. "The lawyer advised her to plead no contest to the DUI, take a fine, attend an alcohol abuse class for 6 months and take a 6-month driving license suspension to get the misdemeanour wiped off her record. So now she's carpooling or taking the bus to work and all of Reggie's games."

Joss felt so selfish, so self-involved. "I should've called."

"She'd rather you didn't, she's still feeling raw about it. Thank God she kept her job." Evelyn could tell something was wrong with her own daughter and tried to fish. "So how's John?"

"All good."

"Will we be seeing him at service on Sunday?"

"No, probably at Christmas."

Evelyn shook her head. "What's going on with you? You look…not yourself."

Joss remained tight-lipped about it. She couldn't tell her mother there's a woman who used John as a prototype in her sperm search and was currently in her first trimester, because Evelyn would insist on driving to her apartment to ask her if she had shame. So Joss told the only truth she was willing to disclose; "Capt. Noguerra has it out for me. The way he talks to me in our meetings, the questions he asks; it's like he's waiting for me to mess up so he can throw the whole reference library at me."

"Don't worry Jocelyn, he's leaving long before you are. You're Joe's daughter, no-one can take you out." Evelyn reassured her but it was clear whatever was on her mind was much deeper.

"Thanks Ma, I'm gonna take the rest of the day off." Her stomach churned with discomfort because as easy as it was to hate Zoe for crossing the line, she felt genuine concern for the unborn Baby Morgan whose very existence was the result of self-interest gone wild. And for that reason, Joss knew Zoe wasn't going anywhere, because she couldn't let her.