A/N: Ok, I have a confession-I put this into the Smut side because I thought I was going to write a nice steamy smutty scene, but I can't seem to make it work, so I apologize for leading you on thinking you might get something-but then, I'm not as great of a smut writer as some. Enjoy! Until next time-ya'll are the best-PCGirl.

John sat on his couch staring at the bottle of whiskey in front of him. He wanted to drink the whole damn bottle and pass out. But he couldn't-he needed a clear head and reached for the phone.

"Yes. When is the next flight to London?" he asked and tossed the phone down onto the couch beside him. It was in the morning-but he was going. He'd talk to her, plead with her if he needed, to make her come back, that he needed both of them.

It wasn't just Liam he needed-and it wasn't that he needed him now that he knew he was his son, he always had. The second he'd held the small infant up at the lodge his heart had opened and he realized now that it would never fully close again.

His head turned at the tentative knock on the door-who could it be at this hour. If it was Marty coming to check on him he would take out his rage of Natalie leaving on her. She deserved it-he'd told her everything that was going on these past few months, and she'd continued to hide the truth. A truth that would have settled everything a lot sooner than it did tonight.

Opening the door he was surprised to not see Marty, but Natalie. "Hey-where's Liam?" he questioned when he didn't see the carrier.

"Roxy has him," she said as she came in and dropped her purse by the chair at the door like she always did. "I didn't want him to hear us argue. Or fight-or whatever is going to happen at the end of the night."

"I thought you left," he said as he pushed her hair out of her face, the first time he'd let himself touch her for months, and felt that spark between them that was as natural as breathing.

"I did-I got on the plane, and sat in my seat and realized I couldn't do this to you-or him. So we'll find out tonight the truth-"

"And if it still says he's-not mine," he said, unable to say Brody's name all of a sudden. "You'll get on the 10:15 flight to London?"

"How'd-?"

"I was coming after you, Natalie. I've been an ass-to you and our son."

"We don't know yet-."

"He's mine," he said as he leaned down and kissed her. Pulling back he couldn't help but smile, "Just as you are. So let's go find out the truth."


John led the way back into the apartment. They'd said very few words while working in the lab-only what needed to be said as the test was ran and they sat for what felt like hours until the results came back.

They'd put the results in an envelope and drove back here-but as they reached the steps he grabbed her hand and held tight-it was a lifeline he needed at the moment and one he wondered if she needed as welll.

"I guess this is it," she said as she sat down on the couch and looked at the envelope in her hands as if it was a bomb.

"Wait," he said as he grabbed her hand and had her look at him. "Before we open it-I don't want you to go to London-even if Liam isn't mine I want you both in my life-I need you."

Natalie stayed strong despite seeing how he was pleading with her. It made it feel better-that he seemed to be willing to fight for her, but it didn't change anything, "The needing has never really been the problem John. There's been something between us since that first day at Crossroads."

John nodded-he'd felt it then, and even then he'd been keeping something from her because of the job. And every time they broke up was because of a secret-because they didn't trust the other enough with the truth.

"How can we work on a case together so well, but still hurt each other badly at home?" she asked as she twirled the envelope in her hands.

"We'll work on it-we have to for Liam. We've brought this child into the world now-right now he doesn't get that we're fighting, but if we don't work on it the next time he'll be older and will. I never want to hurt him because we continually fail at something so simple as the truth. You ready?" he asked as he nodded towards the envelope.

"I guess so," she said as she opened it and read the results carefully so she wasn't misunderstanding anything. She took a deep breath to control the emotions inside of her before speaking. "That bitch. She really did change the results. He's your son, John," she said through tears and looked at John to see he was doing the same.

John didn't say a word, tried to push the tears back, and was able to do so for the most part. Reaching over he took the results and put them on the table. Taking her hands he stood up and she watched as she followed.

His mouth met hers with heat and passion, all the anger he'd felt for her over the past few months melted to love.

When his hands slipped up her shirt he felt the goosebumps form from his touch. He pulled apart and smiled at her, his eyes full of desire and longing, as he pulled the shirt up and over her head, throwing it behind her while they made their way to the bed.

As they found their rhythm with each other again they realized tonight was about the desire they had for each other-for erasing all the hurt they'd done to each other over the past few months. It was about them showing each other the only one they had ever wanted was the other.

Natalie began to stir and reached for John. They'd reached for each other a few times during the night-and every time was welcomed by the others embrace. It felt right-but it always had, what they had to work on now was the trust and being truthful.

This time when she reached was different-the bed was empty and cold, telling her that he'd been up for awhile. Opening her eyes the room was empty and she wondered if this had been some cruel trick.

If somehow he'd planned this just to hurt her once again. Getting up she searched for her clothes as she tried to decide what to do. Wait for John to show up and hurt her again with some cold remark that he was getting good at doing? No, she wouldn't put herself through it-and started getting herself together.

There were some things of Liam's she hadn't gotten yet so she gathered them together to put in a box. A few minutes later she heard footsteps and held her breath as the door opened and in walked John with a to-go bag from Buenos Dias and carrying a very awake and happy Liam, "Hey," she said quietly, as she walked over and smiled at her son, giving him a morning kiss.

"Hey-what's going on?" asked John as he placed the food down and noticed the pile of clothes and stuffed animals that had been created on the couch.

"I-," she stopped when she remembered it was all about the truth now. "I thought this was all a trick to hurt me. That you had left me, and I was getting my things to go."

John sighed as he pulled her into him to hold, "I'm sorry, Natalie." Pulling apart he held her face in his hand, "I really was an ass, wasn't I?"

"Yeah you were," she said as she tried to laugh and took Liam from him. "But this is just me being neurotic. So where did ya'll go?"

"We walked to Buenos Dias to get some breakfast. And then we took a long walk back and had a father/son talk."

"What about?" she said through a laugh and tried to wipe away any remaining tears.

"Just everything that was going on. How I had thought I'd lost him as a son, but it wasn't true. That I'd realized I wanted to be a part of this little guys life no matter what-DNA didn't mean anything. He has part of my heart-I can't get it back and I don't want it back. I want you both-I need you both-we're a family, and the only people that can change that is us. So we'll work on this-us? For all of us?" he questioned while running his hand over Liam's dark hair.

"For all of us," she said as she leaned up for a kiss and realized for the first time in forever she truly felt like a family.