To be completely honest, I've been giggling over the thought of this unlikely installment on and off for the past 24 hours.

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"Damn, woman, stop your nagging." Reade whined. "I just wanted to check on the size of the diapers we need."

"If you'd brought the list with you, you wouldn't have to check."

Reade wondered if Tash was deliberately drawing out the conversation to torture him. "There were, what, five things on the list? I'm a highly trained special agent. I think I can remember five things."

"There are nine things on the list," Zapata corrected him, clearly miffed, "and you obviously are struggling to remember even five of them."

"Nine?" He wanted to confirm. "I would have remembered if there were that many things we needed." He heard the doorbell ring in the background and the sound of her heels clacking on the hardwood floors.

"Yeah, well, your memory sucks," she snapped.

"Ouch. That's a little harsh." Reade protested.

"Go ahead," she dared him. "Tell me all the things on the list that you left behind."

"Or you could go ahead and just text me the list," he suggested.

"I could," she agreed, not sounding at all agreeable, "but you don't deserve to have things made that easy for you."

"Look," Reade tried to sound reasonable. "Zapata, I don't want to be here all night. Just text me the damn list."

"Fine." Her quick capitulation surprised him. Before he could ask about her 180, she lowered her voice and murmured, "Weller just came in."

"Weller? Did you tell him we were going to be at Jane's?"

"Of course not. He's not supposed to be back at work until tomorrow." Tasha paused before asking, "do you think Jane let him know?"

Well, it hadn't been Reade, and Zapata just denied keeping Kurt in the loop. "If anyone did, I suppose it would have to be her." It didn't feel right to him, though. "I don't know." He confessed. "After the way he left? I can't see her reaching out to him. She probably wouldn't want to have her head bitten off again."

"He looks like hell," Zapata mused.

"The man just lost his father. Of course he looks like hell."

"That's not what I meant. It's that," she paused, trying to frame her argument properly.
"Well, who do you run to when you feel like hell?"

"You think he came over to Jane's because he couldn't stay away?" Tasha had a point. Weller had spent a week out of the office – a minor miracle. More than that, he'd spent a week without Jane's company. Since the two were practically joined at the hip since she woke up in Times Square, it wasn't hard to believe that the first thing Kurt would do once he got back to the city would be to stop by to see Jane.

"I think he came over to apologize." Zapata sounded smug, and Reade couldn't tell if she knew something he didn't or if she was simply imagining Weller groveling, begging for forgiveness.

"He never apologizes to us," Reade joked. "I feel a little hurt."

Zapata snorted a laugh. "Do you think they will ever get their act together," she sighed?

"With Weller leading? Hell, we'll be lucky to see any Jeller action this decade. Maybe even this century."

"Jeller? What the hell…oh, my god, Reade. Do you have a shipper name for them?"

"What? Patterson started it."

"Ooh! They're talking. I'll text you the list. Bye!"

"Wait! Text me if anything happens."

"Jesus, you are such a girl."

"Hey, I just want to know if Jane starts throwing dishes at his head. Maybe I should pick up a first aid kit so we can patch up what's left of Weller when Jane is through with him."

"Good-bye, Reade."

"See you soon, Zapata."