A/N: Sorry for taking too long. My first week back at the university is really tiring and already, I had a lot of things to do in my hands.

I hope you're still with me, though. I appreciate everything! Thank you!

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He nodded to the teacher and she said, "Now children, Detective Taylor will be showing us something. I want you all to pay attention and follow directions. Yes, yes?"

"Yes, yes!" the children giggled, clutching at their boxes.

"Okay, my lovely wife, Stella will help me with this," he said and she blushed. "I want you guys to open up your boxes and tell me what you see inside."

"Gloves," a kid from the back immediately said. "Card with boxes," another said. "Stamp thing," someone from the front replied.

They took each item carefully out of the box. Stella took the reins and explained, "Guys, these are what crime scene investigators use to keep records of the people they arrest." She looked at the teacher and Miss Simmons sat on the empty seat beside a little girl in pigtails. "Now, we'll show you how to use them. We all have seatmates, do we?"

"Yes!" they all exclaimed.

She pointed to Mac, "Detective Taylor here will be my seatmate. Does everybody know where their left hand is?" She was met with another 'yes' and all the left hands shot up in the air. "Okay… if your left hand is at the edge of the desk, you can put your hand down." Fewer hands remained up. "Wow, smart kids," Stella mumbled to her husband. "All of you who have their hands down, you follow me."

"Everybody with their hands up, you guys follow what I do," Mac said. He received an 'okay' for that. "You can put your hands down now. And we can get started."

"Yay!" they said.

"Okay," Mac led his part of the room, "these are gloves. Not the kind that your mom uses when she washes the dishes. It's what doctors use."

"My daddy has these, too," Rachelle Williams said, snapping them on.

When everybody on Mac's side had theirs on, too, he let Stella continue, "As for us, we'll take the piece of paper out of the box," the ten-card, "and the inkpad. The stamp thing." They chuckled.

"Right," Mac supported. "Kids, watch what we do…" he then proceeded to print Stella, every finger of each hand. "Did you get that?"

"I think so…" Maggie, who was seated beside Ernie peeped, trying to print her seatmate. "There!" She showed Stella the thumbprint she made. "Fingerprint!"

"That's it," Stella confirmed. After all sets of ten fingers were done, the kids exchanged places. Mac's group now was the one to be printed while Stella's wore the gloves. When they were done, Stella explained what they are for. "If you look closer, none of you have the same fingerprints. Even if you're twins," she glanced at Bettina and Bobby, comparing their own ten-cards. "That is one of the many things that make you unique little boys and little girls." Anita and her seatmate Carla were smiling at the work they did.

Mac was observing how Stella interacted with the children. "She's so good at it," he said to himself. He sat aside as she continued on with the next experiment.

"I have a special magic pen over here," Stella said, holding up the UV penlight. "And I am going to write something on this black piece of construction paper." She wrote down a word and showed it to the kids.

"There's nothing there," a kid named Arthur said.

"Ah, yes. But this is a special pen," Stella smiled. She turned the pen over and continued, "I have a magic light on this pen and when I shine it on this paper, you'll see what I wrote."

Dylan smiled. "I know this," he whispered to Bobby who was intently listening to Stella.

She flashed the blue light on the paper and the whole class was in awe. "See here, kids," she said, showing them what she wrote. "The ink glows under the blue light. But don't look directly into the light because it can hurt your eye. Always remember that." The kids nodded and a collective "Oh" was heard when Stella revealed the writing on the paper using the UV light. "You guys want to try?"

"Me first!" Maggie stood up. Stella pulled up a chair beside the girl and the whole class crowded around them. The little girl pulled out her Barbie notebook and let Stella write her name on the first page. She then handed Maggie the bulb part of the pen. "Like this?" she asked, pointing the beam to the page.

"Don't look at it directly, okay?" Stella reminded and the girl nodded, fascinated with the luminescence. She turned off the light and smiled widely. She gave Stella back the pen and hugged her.

"Thank you, Mrs. Taylor," Maggie mumbled in her hair.

"Aw… you're welcome, little lady," Stella hugged back. "Who's next?" she asked the class, standing up. Dylan was right by her side, helping her up from the small chair. "Thanks, baby," she whispered with a kiss on his forehead.

The children went back to their respective seats, all their hands up in the air. Miss Simmons took charge, "Now, sweeties. We all learned how to wait for our turn, right? Let us all be good boys and girls for Mrs. Taylor." She took out her lesson plan and said, "We'll go by your last names. Good thing Maggie went first because she's the first one on my list. Her last name starts with a B. And what's next?"

"C!" the class chorused. There were just twenty-two children, twenty if you skip Maggie and Dylan, left to amuse. When she finally came to Anita, Stella surprised even herself because she wasn't even tired.

The bell rang signaling it was break time for the children… and the parents. The little boys and girls pulled out their packed sandwiches and fruits and juices. Bettina walked up to Mac and Stella and Miss Simmons, seated around the teacher's table carrying three apple cinnamon cupcakes. "For you," she shyly said, blushing a bit.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Stella said, leaning down to kiss her cheek. Bettina giggled. She went back to her seat and ate her snack.

"Guys," Miss Simmons said to the kids, "after we all have our snack, we get to hear about what Mrs. Taylor does. Is that good?" Some replied verbally and some just nodded because there was food in their mouths.

When the teacher settled back to her seat and to her cupcake, Stella asked, "I never thought these things run for the whole day."

"Well, Mrs. Taylor – we have this twice a month. It's supposed to go on for one whole day of class," she explained. "And that depends if the kids are still interested after one parent is through with his/her explanation. This part of the job is the hardest… trying to keep their interest level up."

"What do you do if they get bored?" Mac asked after finishing his cupcake. "I mean, did that ever happen?"

Miss Simmons laughed. "Our second 'Parents Day' – Leila Sanban brought her lawyer mother and stockbroker dad. And they went on this jargon-filled discussion on how it is to be what they do. Epitome of boring," she glanced at Leila, seated beside Bettina. "Even their daughter fell asleep halfway through her dad's litany." The three adults laughed. "I had to cut it short after he went on and on about stocks and whatnot. I thought of games and songs to kill half the day. It's nice that every kid is having fun now. You guys really interested them."

Mac smiled. Hopeful not to sound like a worried dad, he asked, "Uhm… how's Dylan doing? I mean is he causing any trouble or anything like that?"

The women grinned. Stella looked at the teacher, waiting for her answer as well. "Oh Dylan? He's such a sweetheart! It's kids like him that makes my job fun and easier," she beamed. "He can light up the room with his smile and laugh. His classmates like him very much." She leaned closer to the parents and continued, "Especially Maggie." Their eyebrows arched. "I know, I know… they're four and all that. But no offense Mr. and Mrs. Taylor – but you make beautiful babies."

But Mac and Stella blushed, faces hot. Miss Simmons chuckled her apologies. Before she could say more, one of the kids raised her hand and said, "Miss Simmins… I need to go to the bafroom." She excused herself and attended to little LaKisha.

Dylan walked up to them and clambered up his father's lap. "Thank you," he said.

"Are you having fun, baby?" Mac asked, stroking his hair. Dylan nodded and snuggled closer.

Another bell sounded the end of the snack break. The children cleaned up their desks and selves while Miss Simmons reentered the room with the three kids who went to the bathroom.

"Listen up, children," she said, getting their attention. "We're going to sing another song before we get to know Missus Taylor." They readied and sang together a song about making new friends and having cute little pets. Mac and Stella took pictures while the kids were singing. Afterwards, the teacher called Dylan over. "Dylan dear, now that we all know what your daddy does for a living, what does your mother do?"

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Murgy31 – oh here's more Maggie. :)