After what seemed like forever, Mama Percy finally let Sonja head for home. Of course she insisted on keeping Caden overnight so that Sonja and Chris could have that serious talk about the future. As Sonja drove towards Chris's home, er their home, she couldn't help but envision a life and future with him.

She could see them on Caden's fifth birthday, smiling bright as he blew out the candles. Chris would of course be recording it on his phone to send to the relatives while Sonja would chat up with their friends and be excited to share the news about her new pregnancy. She could see Chris taking Caden to his first day of school. She saw Chris by her side as she gave birth to their second child, hopefully this one would be a girl. She could see trying to teach Caden to drive, getting advice about girls and his senior prom. Sonja could see Caden's graduation as he walked across the stage after hearing his name 'Caden Dwayne LaSalle'. The only problem was that she didn't know if she could see herself as a LaSalle. Did she have what it took to be a LaSalle?

Sonja knew that things were done differently in Chris's family than her own. His father had divorced his mother, remarrying someone who better fit the image of the wife of an oil tycoon. There was Cade, who had his issues but fought hard to overcome them. It was a shame that he was murdered before he could see it through. Then there was Chris's sister, Corrine. Sonja hadn't heard much about her as she took off from the family farm as soon as she could but she was still a LaSalle. Did Sonja have what it takes to be a LaSalle? Besides, after Beau had died, Chris took over LaSalle Enterprises. He was now the face of the company. Did she have what it takes to be the wife of an oil tycoon?

Arriving at Chris's place, she noticed a BMW parked in the drive. Since when did Chris know anyone who drove a BMW? She got out and went to the front door. Finding it unlocked, she went in quietly as she was unarmed.

"Hello?"

A woman came out of the kitchen, nicely dressed in an expensive dress suit and matching hat. Her purse was designer and her perfume was expensive. Everything about her said that she was in the wrong house.

"May I help you?" the woman asked in a thick Southern accent.

"I was about to ask you the same question. Who are you?"

"I suppose that should be my next question. Who are you and how do you know Christoper?"

"I'm Sonja. You are?"

"My name is Rose LaSalle, the wife of the late Beau LaSalle."

"Oh you're Chris's stepmom."

"I am his stepmother."

"Sorry," Sonja said, not sure what she did to piss off the old broad.

"You still haven't told me why you are in Christopher's home."

"I kinda live here now."

"That's impossible. Christopher would've told the family if he had taken a housekeeper."

"Excuse me?" Sonja said, more than offended.

"Well, after all, if Christopher wanted domestic help, we certainly could've found him someone who cleans better than this. His house is absolutely filthy. Perhaps you should get to work now, dear. I'd start in the kitchen if I were you."

"I'm not LaSalle's maid."

"His name is Christopher."

"You know what? I think you better go. I'll let LaSalle know you stopped by."

"I will not. This is my son's home and I have every right to be here."

"Chris isn't your son. His mother is Celia."

"That woman was no mother," Rose said with a huff. Sonja was beginning to get upset now. First this woman she didn't even know accused her of being "the help" and now she was bagging on Chris's mother! Enough was enough.

"I think maybe you should go," Sonja said again.

"I'd watch your tone young lady, I will not hesitate to call the authorities to remove you from Christopher's home."

"Go ahead. Call NOPD. I dare ya," Sonja said, crossing her arms.

Over at NCIS headquarters, LaSalle's phone rang. He picked it up.

"LaSalle?"

"Agent LaSalle, this is Officer Murphy from the New Orleans Police Department."

"Yes?"

"I'm responding to a call at your residence."

"What happened?" Chris asked.

"There's a woman here claiming to be your mother and asking us to remove an intruder who says she lives here?"

Chris's phone beeped. He checked it quickly and saw it was Sonja. "I'm on my way." He switched over to Sonja.

"City Mouse?"

"Boy you best haul ass and get over here now," Sonja said and from her tone, he could tell her was angry. She always slipped into her "hood" voice as she called it when she got angry.

"I'm on my way," Chris said before hanging up. He looked at Gregorio. "I'll be back."

"Good luck," Gregorio said as she just shook her head.

Chris arrived at his home, after borrowing Gregorio's car and saw the NOPD cruisers in the driveway. He bolted from the car and barreled up the front steps.

"City Mouse?" he called as he entered. Sonja came out from the living room with an NOPD officer.

"Agent LaSalle? I'm Officer Murphy. I believe we spoke on the phone," the officer said, extending his hand.

"What happened," Chris asked Sonja, after shaking the officer's hand.

"Ask her since apparently I'm just "the help"," Sonja said, pointing towards the kitchen. Chris went to the kitchen and saw his stepmother standing in the corner with another officer.

"Rose?"

"Christopher, thank goodness you're here. Please tell these officers who I am."

"It's okay, she's my stepmother," Chris told the officer. He turned to see Murphy and Sonja standing in the doorway. "I've got it from here, fellas. Thanks for coming out."

"Any time Agent LaSalle," Murphy said as the officers left. Chris just turned to face Rose as Sonja came up behind him.

"Rose what are you doing here?"

"You've missed meetings. We can to bring you up to date on the business."

"We?"

"Yes, Rachel is here too," Rose said.

"I've been busy. You know I have a job here," Chris said.

"You have a responsibility to the family business."

"I told y'all that I would be there when I could. Where's Weston? I hired him to run the company."

"Weston isn't you, Christopher. Your father left you in charge."

"Without his consent," Sonja muttered.

"Christopher, do we really need to have this conversation in front of the help?" Rose asked, peering down at Sonja, scowl on her face. The infuriated Chris to no end.

"Sonja isn't "the help" okay? She is the mother of my son."

"Christopher, you don't have any children," Rose shot back.

"Yes I do. His name is Caden Dwayne LaSalle and he is my son. Sonja is his mother and the love of my life."

"How can you believe a word this girl says?" Rose asked.

"Because she has the proof. She had the proof when she told me about him. He's four months old and I love him with all my heart."

"All because some gold digger says he's your son."

"Sonja isn't a gold digger, she has never once cared about my money."

"Your father's money," Rose corrected.

"It was his and now that he's gone, it's mine. You got the life insurance payout and he left everything else up to me. Taking care of Mama and Cade, Aunt Eileen and all my cousins, that became my responsibility when he died. I can't change that but I will not allow you to disrespect Sonja in our home."

"You can't be telling me this girl is living with you? Her and her bastard baby?"

"You hold on just one minute. You can say whatever you want about me but don't you dare disrespect my son," Sonja declared as she moved closer. The Mama Bear instinct was coming out now and Chris could see it.

"Look, Rose, this is my life. I told y'all once I found out what Dad had done that I would be staying in New Orleans and running the company remotely. I hired Weston to handle the day to day operations but that was it. Now you've come into our home, disrespected Sonja and my son. You've butted in when nobody asked ya to. Now with all due respect, I'm gonna have ask you to leave. My fiance and I would like to be alone," Chris said wrapping his arm around Sonja's shoulders protectively.

Sonja didn't say anything as Rose just scoffed and walked past them out the door. Sonja didn't release the breath she was holding until she heard the car start and drive away. Only then did she turn to Chris.

"I'm so sorry about that. I didn't know Rose was coming or I would've warned you," Chris was saying before she could open her mouth.

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked.

"Which part?"

"You called me your fiance."

"Oh that," Chris said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck and not looking at her. He knew he had put his foot in his mouth. "I mean, I didn't really plan on asking ya this way but I know I love you City Mouse and nothing would make me happier than..."

His words were cut off as Sonja kissed him, hard. She urged his lips open and began a warring duel with his tongue. Chris's hands instantly started roaming her body and he prayed just this once that Caden wouldn't interrupt them.

"Where's Caden?" he thought to ask.

"With my mom," Sonja said suggestively. Chris didn't need to hear any more than that. He kissed her again, bringing his hands down her sides and over her backside as he lifted her up on to him. Sonja's legs went around him as she returned his kiss. Careful not to trip, Chris carried her into the bedroom.

Sonja landed on the bed with a soft thud and looked up at him. Chris's lips were swollen and he was removing his shirt. Her fingertips reached his abs and lightly scratched him. Chris had never been more turned on in his life. He reached for her shirt, pulling the offending garment from her body and threw it behind him.

Sonja's breasts were aching to be touched and he could see her hardened peaks beneath her lacy bra. He reached around and unclasped it with the skill that a fifteen year old boy would marvel at. As his began to nip at her skin, Sonja purred out his name. Just as he was about to unbuckle her jeans, his phone rang.

"Aw hell!" Chris shouted. It always seemed like nature was against them as they tried to get close. He hauled his phone out of his pocket and saw it was Pride.

"What is it?" he all but growled into the phone.

"Christopher, we need you back here ASAP. Have you handled the situation at your house?"

"Sort of."

"Well, we've just gotten a major break in the case."

"What happened?" Chris asked.

"It appears that Kingman wasn't all that honest about his interactions with Watkins. We believe he's the thief and we think we know where the guns are. ATF is meeting us there to assist with the take down. I'll text you the address. See you there."

Chris just stared at his phone and inwardly cursed. "I gotta go. We got a major break in the case. But we are nowhere's near finished so don't you move," he said to Sonja.

"Go, bring the bad guys to justice. I'll be here," she said, the obvious unsatisfaction in her voice.

Chris kissed her once more before gathering his shirt and heading out the door. Sonja just flopped back down on the bed and groaned. This was not what she was expecting to happen tonight.