Author's Note: This is a short chapter, I know, but I thought a little something would be better than nothing. Happy Mother's Day to all that celebrate it!

Friday morning found Hunter and McCall at their desks, catching up on paperwork.

McCall cleared her throat.

Hunter looked up.

"I'm sure. I'd like to let Captain Devane know."

"Sure, about…" Hunter looked blankly.

"About you being a house husband, big boy. If you still want to be supported in the manner to which you've become accustomed, that is."

Hunter rubbed his hands together, smiling, "Sure, I'm ready for my life of leisure. Want me to come with?"

She nodded.

The Friday morning shining through Captain Devane's window beckoned, but the pile of paperwork on his desk loomed larger. As he bent back to another stack of reports to review, there was a knock at his door.

"Enter," he called, and looked up to see Hunter and McCall enter his office.

"Sir," McCall started, "I'd like to let you know, I've thought about the FBI program you told me about. I am interested in applying."

"Good. We can get the ball rolling on your packet then. Six months isn't a long time to…" Captain Devane started, as McCall shifted in her weight and Hunter dropped his gaze to the floor. "What? You two are acting like I'm going to chew you out or something."

"Well," McCall started, "there is something else. I'm pregnant. So, if the FBI will allow it, I should probably try for the second class you mentioned. Also," she continued, rushing her words and looking anywhere but at Devane, "Hunter's the father."

"Oh, hell," Devane threw his hands up. "I can't keep you two partnered, now. Department policy specifically states partners can't be involved in a romantic relationship. And a bunch of cops will eventually notice you're pregnant," he gestured to McCall, "being trained observers and all. How far along are you?"

"About two months," McCall answered.

Devane sighed, and looked at his watch. "Look, it's almost lunch. Go grab a bite. Juvenile Division has been short staffed since Jones retired and has been asking for help. McCall, you can report to Lt. Morgan there after lunch. Hunter, you can partner with Wilkes for now, since his partner is on medical leave. I'll start McCall's packet for the FBI rolling for the second class."

"Thank you, sir," McCall said, sheepishly.

"Now, go on, get out of here. I don't need you fainting from hunger."

Hunter and McCall stepped out of Devane's office.

"Well, that was less yelling than I thought there'd be," Hunter commented. "So, where do you want to go to lunch?"