Hunter sat in the rocking chair, holding the most precious bundle in the world in his arms. God, she was so small, he thought, but a mix of both him and McCall with her fluffy dark brown hair and blue eyes that matched his own. He held his finger to her small hand, and she gripped it. It was a strong grip, he thought, a good indication of things to come.

He heard the shower shut off in the bathroom and Dee Dee emerged a couple minutes later, wearing a soft button down cotton shirt and sweatpants. She crossed the room to where Hunter's finger was still in Chloe's death grip.

"How's our princess doing? Kicking ass and taking names?" she asked, crouching down to brush her hand against the baby's cheek. Chloe turned her head, and tried to suckle McCall's finger. "Think she's hungry?"

"Maybe?" Hunter asked, as he stood up to allow McCall to sit in the rocking chair.

She sat down, unbuttoned her shirt and fiddled a bit with her maternity bra before reaching up, so Hunter could hand her the baby. She brought Chloe to her breast, and smiled sweetly as she started nursing.

"You ok?" Hunter asked.

She nodded. McCall settled more comfortably in the chair, and looked tenderly down at their infant daughter. "Look what we did, Hunter, a whole new person."

"It seems you did most of the heavy lifting in this. Still are," Hunter said, laying a hand on her knee. They'd always had a physical friendship, but the last few months had spoiled him for something more than just friendship, in more than just the physical way. He enjoyed waking up and knowing she'd be there next to him.

Just then the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Hunter said, leaving the bedroom to answer the door.

Charlie Devane stood at the other side of the door when Hunter opened it, holding a pink gift bag and a mylar balloon with the words "Congrats! It's a girl!" written in pink.

"Charlie, come in," Hunter said, stepping back from the doorway to allow him to enter.

Devane entered, and set his gifts on the coffee table at Hunter's gesture.

"Have a seat, Charlie," Hunter offered, and the two men sat opposite each other.

"So, how are McCall and the baby doing?"

"Good. Dee Dee's nursing the baby in the bedroom, now. You want to visit with them? I can check if she's ok with you stopping in."

Charlie looked like a deer in the headlights for a split second before trying to dissemble out of it. "I don't want to intrude."

"Don't worry," Hunter said, standing up. "I'll be right back."

Hunter headed back into the bedroom.

"Captain Devane is in the living room. He looked extremely uncomfortable when I suggested he come back and say hi," he told McCall.

"Did you tell him what I was doing back here, first?" McCall asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Hunter shrugged.

She snorted. "You're the reason he carries those antacids in his jacket pocket. Pass me the blanket," she asked, indicating a spare baby blanket laying on the bassinet near the bed. He handed it to her, and she covered herself and Chloe modestly. "He can come in if he wants, or he can wait 'till Chloe's done eating. I don't mind either way."

Hunter nodded and headed back out to the living room.

"She doesn't mind if you visit with her. I'm sure she'd like to see what's in that gift bag and thank you herself. Don't worry, she's covered - and said you can wait out here until she's done if you want," Hunter told Devane.

Devane considered a moment. "You're sure she doesn't mind?"

Hunter nodded, and they both walked back to the bedroom.

McCall smiled as two men entered the room. "Good morning, Captain," she greeted him.

McCall looked more content than Devane had ever seen her, sitting in the rocking chair with a baby in her arms.

"Congratulations, McCall. You look happy."

"I am," she acknowledged. "This wasn't something I was sure I'd ever get."

"Well, enjoy the time with baby. The FBI course will start up before you know it, and then things will get really hectic."

"I've been thinking about that, Captain. I've got a lot of vacation time saved up. I'd like to tack that onto the end of my maternity leave. Spend the extra time with Chloe, and get into shape for the Academy. I hate to tell you, but pushing a 7 pound kid out of your body does weird things to it."

Devane blushed and nodded. "Well, that's no problem. You deserve it. You can come into the shop this week to sign the request. Bring Chloe with you. Everyone wants to meet her."

As the two had been talking, Hunter had been toying with the tissue paper sticking out of the gift bag Devane had brought into the bedroom.

McCall smiled, "I think someone is getting antsy to open the gift you brought, Charlie," she laughed. "It's almost as if he has no patience to speak of."

"Well, he is more of a bulldozer than anything. What do you think, do you want him to open it?"

"Sure," McCall answered.

"Well, at least Chloe loves me," Hunter said, as he pulled out the tissue paper to reveal a small newborn sized police uniform.

McCall laughed.

"Well, apparently, her mother's one smart cookie; even got into some hot shot program in the FBI. If the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, we'll have Chloe arresting suspects by the time you graduate from the FBI Academy," Devane kidded.

"Thank you, Charlie. I do appreciate it. You've been a great boss, even if we've been a pain in your ass, on occasion."

Devane spent more time visiting, even getting a chance to hold Chloe, before making his way back to the station to work on the neverending paperwork on his desk.