Barry put his head in his hands in frustration. Two months and they still hadn't found out anything on the Mary Watkins case. Every single forensic piece of evidence had run cold, which only served to add to Barry's ire. The had to be something that they had missed. Every alibi the so called 'suspects' gave had checked out, meaning that the killer still enjoyed his home with prison bars.

He looked over the case once more- he had memorized every single detail, but he still looked at it. Husband comes home to blood dripping from the ceiling, calls the police, wife dead at the scene. The perp had left behind blood, luring Barry into a false sense of a clean cut chase, only to be severely let down by the results of the blood test he had run. The blood was not in the database, which only made his life ten times more difficult.

With a final sigh, Barry closed up the case files and put them in his bag. The speedster walked out the door, praying that none of the detectives pulled him over and gave him new evidence. Thankfully, Barry was able to walk out the precinct without the previous statement occurring.


When Oliver came home, he found his pregnant lover asleep on their couch in one of his shirts. Barry didn't stir as Oliver ambled over to him, a smile growing faster than cancer cells on his face. The blond stopped a few inches before the couch and crouched before it, his face only millimeters away from Barry's.

Green Arrow gently ran a hand down the speedster's arm before he cupped his lover's cheek. Barry's eyes flutter open, making the man look like Sleeping Beauty awaking from her centuries long slumber. Oliver's heart began to perform the ritual of a snare drummer in a marching band- which, to further explain, is quite the feat of speed.

"Hey, you," Oliver whispered, tracing Barry's plump lips. His husband's face lit up as his lips stretched into such a smile that it would lighten up even Captain Cold's day. Oliver returned the smile before he kissed Barry's irresistible lips.

"Hey yourself," Barry replied after they had broken apart. The younger man gently sat up, Oliver following suit.

"Tough day?" Oliver asked gently, sitting on the couch, relaxed. Barry maneuvered himself so that he could lay his head on his husband's unfairly muscular shoulder. Green Arrow snaked a hand around Barry's waist and sighed in content.

"I have a feeling that I'm going to be pulling doubles soon," Barry replied nonchalantly. Oliver's face contorted in confusion.

"The detectives still haven't found that CSI's killer?" Oliver asked, disbelief clear in his tone. Barry nodded in reply, placing his hand on top of the hand of his alpha which resided in his waist and guided it towards his stomach. The stoic vigilante's face lit up at the thought of their child developing right beneath his hand. A nuzzle to the neck was what Barry got in return for the action.

"Don't worry, you'll find the perpetrator," Oliver comforted, rubbing his thumb over a modicum amount of space on his omega's stomach. Barry merely grumbled in response, snuggling closer to the warmth of his mate and husband.

Oliver pushed an arm under the back of Barry's knees and stood from the couch, effectively gathering the omega in his arms in a bridal style position. Barry yelped in shock before commanding his arms to take the journey to cling to Oliver's shirt. The muscular vigilante ascended the stairs to the second floor, where their destination resided: their bedroom.

The next morning, Barry woke refreshed and relaxed. The brunette ran his left had from its position next to him at the top of Oliver's chest to the bottom of the blond's abs, (which were sadly concealed by the generic white shirt the man was wearing) then slowly bring the hand back up. He looked up from his place at the spot where Oliver's shoulder was connected to his chest by bone and muscle.

"No morning sickness today?" The Alpha cautiously asked, knowing he was treading on thin ice. Barry shook his head and then kissed the side of Oliver's chest before sitting up slowly. Oliver, following the alpha instincts that had be instilled in him since the day he was born, joined the omega in a sitting position, kissing the side of said omega's neck.

It took both vigilantes at least thirty minutes to actually get out of the warm embrace of their bed. Barry busied himself by rereading a cold case while Oliver made himself a cup of his bitter coffee. (how he was able drank it like that confused Barry. Coffee needs some sugar dangit!).

The morning would have been peaceful, had Barry's ring tone not resonated through the entire living room. The man in question sighed and began to mentally prepare himself for the voice of his newest CSI. Turns out, it wasn't the new CSI, but the person Barry had been paired with to solve the Mary Watkins Case.

The brunette stood from the couch and ambled to the kitchen, plopping a sloppy kiss on his husband's cheek before rushing out the door. Oliver shook his head in affection before his phone rang, calling Star City's vigilante to yet another chair meeting. You know, sometimes Oliver wonders what Queen Consolidated would be like under new management, but then he remembers his pregnant mate and the urge to provide for his omega and their unborn child returns tenfold.


Barry's eyes widened as he got to the hospital with the injured son of Mary Watkins resided, only to see said son being arrested. He tapped a CSI's sholder to ask.

"Queen, what are you doing here?" She asked, eyeing the baby numb with had grown more prominent at six months along. Barry raised an eyebrow before answering. "Thomas keeps telling me they need me at a crime scene, so here I am."

"Thomas needs to stop dragging pregnant omegas to crime scenes," The female CSI mumbled under her breath before directing her words at Barry. "John's on the brink of getting fired, so I wouldn't listen to him too much. Now, go home before Singh yells at me for bringing you here."

"Sure thing, but I need to know what happened to her mother's killer so I can put it in the report," Barry replied, getting out a small notebook and a pen out of his CSI case. (Lord knows what else he had in there.) The redhead CSI simply took the pen and scribbled down a few notes, throwing it back to Barry afterwards.

"Now, Singh is going to be here soon, so you best scram before then," She teased, receiving a laugh in return. Barry waved farewell and scurried from the scene, silently wishing he could go on maternity leave before Thomas called him again. Which actually did happen, and Barry totally didn't sequel with joy when Thomas called and Barry got to say those four golden words: "I'm on maternity leave."

Thomas got fired the next day. Barry totally didn't make the most delicious dinner Oliver had ever had that night.