A/N: Once again, I don't celebrate Christmas, so this isn't very Christmas-y, but it's the Christmas chapter and I thought is should go up today anyway.

"Fin! No! Keep that thing away from me!" Wilma laughed as she ran away from her husband (who happened to be wielding a mixing spoon covered in something he claimed was covered in homemade frosting for the cake he had been making).

She ran into the entry way and almost ran into Bobby and Lynn when she stopped, looked to her right and her left and then darted behind Bobby to escape the Spoon of Doom that was wielded by her playful husband.

When Fin ran into the entryway a few seconds after Wilma's dive to safety, he stopped short and glared at his brother-in-law, "I thought we had a deal, Goren? I don't need two profilers out to get me."

Wilma stuck her head out from behind Bobby's shoulder as the big man shrugged, "Just put the spoon down, Fin. This doesn't have to get messy."

The darker man sighed and lowered the spoon in his hand, taking in the rather overwhelmed looking redhead standing next to Bobby, "Goren, this your temp?"

Bobby nodded, "Yeah, this is Lynn Bishop." He moved past Fin to put the container he was carrying in the kitchen as Fin said hello to the other detective.

Wilma grinned at the younger detective as she made small talk with Fin. She opened her mouth to say something when three things happened at once: the phone rang, the baby started to cry, and someone knocked on the door.

The lady of the house rolled her eyes as she moved to open the door while Fin went to go get the baby, shouting at Bobby to answer the phone on his way to his daughter's nursery (even if she didn't sleep in the nursery during the night, Kali always napped in the 'Animal Room').

"Am I late?" Alex Eames asked Wilma as she walked into the townhouse, a few bottles of apple cider held in her hands.

Wilma grinned, "Nope, you're just on time, actually. Come in, come in. I don't want to have to open the door when John and Olivia get here."

Alex raised her eyebrows, "But you'll open it for me and Rick?"

Wilma shrugged, taking the bottles from Alex as the three women walked into the dining room, where she put the bottles next to ones of some expensive Italian wine Bobby had dropped off earlier. "You're pregnant, Alex," she said, as if it explained everything, "and Rick would throw a fit it I left him standing outside in the snow."

Alex Eames chuckled at that, "It's what's partners do."

"What do partners do?" Bobby asked as he walked in, a little green bundle snug in his arms as he greeted his 'real' partner with a smile.

"Throw tantrums and expect everyone to know exactly why their mad and take their side in the argument, of course," Wilma told her brother seriously as she took her daughter from his arms, "Hello, sweetie. Did you have a good nap? You did? Well, there's someone here that you need to meet. Yes, yes, it's another one of Uncle Bobby's friends." She handed the baby to a very hesitant Lynne, "This is Miss Lynn, Kali. Lynn, this is my daughter, Kali Virginia Adelaide Tutuola. She goes by Kali."

Lynn smiled stiffly at the three-month-old baby, saying the first and only thing that came to her mind, "Hi."

Fin and his partner, John Munch, snickered at the woman's reply to the baby girl, but Fin immediately stopped when his wife sent him the infamous "You do that again and you'll be sleeping on the couch until Kali's fifteen" glare that all wives have and perfect after the birth of their first child.

"John," Wilma said, changing the subject off the now beet red detective, "When'd you get in?"

John shrugged, "A few seconds ago. You forgot to lock the door."

"Who the hell is stupid enough to break into a house full of detectives?" Wilma countered to her husband's partner. "And before you say anything, that was rhetorical, Bobby – and I know you know what that means."

The bigger detective looked down, a blush spreading across his neck. He muttered something in German and Wilma laughed in response. "No fair using a language only two people in the room understand, Bobby," she chastised as the doorbell rang.

Fin moved to answer the door, but Wilma shook her head and went to do it herself. A few moments later she returned to the festively decorated room with her partner, Detective Rick Nolan, in toe.

"Lynn, this is my partner, Rick Nolan. Rick, this is Bobby's temporary partner, Lynn Bishop," Wilma introduced as Kali started getting fussy again.

"I'll take her," Fin offered as the group settled down to wait for the last of their number to arrive. Kali quieted in her father's arms, her eyes fixated on his face as one of her arms got loose from her blankets and her small hand grabbed the chain he wore around his neck.

Alex felt tears fill her eyes at the sight, her thoughts turning to the child she was carrying for another. Yet again she wondered why she had told her sister 'yes' when she had asked Alex to be surrogate to her child. Why? Just three months after finding out Wilma was pregnant … why?

"So, what movie is up first?" Rick asked, referencing the tradition Wilma had started during her first year in Homicide of watching two Christmas movie classics before eating, and one after before playing some sort of team board game (most often a trivia game that Bobby and Wilma tried to best each other at – after the first year they weren't allowed to play on the same team ever again).

Wilma furrowed her brow, "I don't know. I didn't plan that far ahead – and it would be mean to start the movie without Liv. Was that her on the phone, Bobby?"

"She said she had a family problem and would be a little late – told me not to wait for her. She's not sure when she'll get here," Bobby said quietly.

Wilma nodded with an exasperated sigh, "Family problems, oy. Okay, Alex, since you're the pregnant one, what movie should we start with."

Her answer was instantaneous, "Meet Me In St. Louis, of course. I'm in a Judy Garland kind of mood."

"What's that?" Lynn asked with a furrowed brow, "I've never seen that movie before."

"Good Lord!" Rick cried, as if she had just said she'd never been to the beach before, "You've never seen Meet Me In St. Louis? That's it, Goren! Where'd Deakins find this woman – a cave?"

"The FBI," he replied with a straight face.

Rick shrugged as John said, "Close enough. Now put the damn movie on so I can go to sleep already."

While Rick was putting the movie on, Alex turned to John, "You know, I don't understand it, Munch. You're Jewish, right? So why do you come to this thing?"

He shrugged, "Why not? It's good company … and free food. Not to mention the cake."

"The cake?" Lynn asked.

Wilma grinned, "Bobby happens to be able to make the best chocolate cake in the universe. It's better than the stuff you can get at some five star restaurants."

"Some five star restaurants?" Bobby asked, now incredulous at the accusation his cake wasn't the best in the world.

Wilma sighed before saying, "All right, this side of the Mason Dixon."

Alex snorted at how worked up her partner was getting at his sister's teasing. "Bobby, don't listen to her. There's a reason this kid thinks it's the only thing worth eating half the time."

"And the other half of the time?" Rick asked curiously as the opening credits came on.

Alex shrugged, "Pickles, sardines and whipped cream."

"When I was pregnant with Jeremy it was tuna and chocolate ice cream," Wilma commented. "Used to gross out my partner at work all the time … sometimes he'd let the perps watch me eat for a while just to get them off balance."

"Did it work?" John asked, turning half in his seat to watch his partner's wife.

She nodded, "Ten guys couldn't hold their stomach contents and were willing to confess to everything by the time I was done with lunch."

"There's a nice picture," Rick said as he claimed the open seat next to Lynn, "Now shut up, the movie's on."

A/N: The song 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas' is from the movie Meet Me In St. Louis (it was written for Judy Garland) and even though it's not TECHNACIALLY a Christmas movie, it does have some nice Christmas scenes. Please review.