AN: A little continuation of this fic in honor of Heather coming back for the 100th episode! Still don't know Heather or Naya. Still writing fiction. Still no clue about the current or past relationships of real people.

"Heather!" the young girl charged with watching her son came running up to her. She had been hired by the studio, and Heather's distrust in her was increasing as she heard the panic in her tone. "Heather, I'm sorry but I think I lost your baby."

Heather's eyes narrowed dangerously. "What do you mean, you lost him? He's four months old; I don't think he walked away."

The girl shook her hand back and forth. "No, but one of your friends asked to hold him like an hour ago and I can't find her anywhere."

"Which friend?" Heather asked, praying it was someone she actually knew.

"Um, Naya, I think? She was a cheerleader," the girl clarified.

Though she rolled her eyes at the quality of a nanny who would let someone whose name she wasn't sure of disappear with a baby for an hour, her anxiety melted away as she learned who had her son.

"Hemo, is everything okay?" Kevin asked as he came up to them.

"Yeah, fine. Naya wandered off with Eli, but I'm sure she's around." She turned back to the nanny. "I'll find her. And maybe next time don't give people's kids away to anyone who asks."

The girl nodded her head vigorously, her eyes still filled with terror.

"I'll help you look for her," Kevin offered.

"Thanks."

After a brief discussion on where they would look, they parted ways. Heather was considering if Naya would have taken the baby as far as her trailer when her phone buzzed in her hand. It was a picture text from Kevin, captioned, "The Case of the Missing Elijah: Solved." Her heart melted at the picture. Recognizing the background as a little-used break room, Heather turned away and headed in that direction.

She arrived to a scene identical to the one that Kevin had texted her. Naya was asleep in an overstuffed chair, her long hair gathered up in a messy bun as Elijah snoozed against her shoulder.

"Cute, huh?" Kevin asked with a smirk. "I thought I'd save you the fun of waking her."

Heather chuckled quietly. "I'm glad she was the kidnapper."

"I need to get back to set," Kevin told her. "But be sure to tease her a bit for me?"

"Duh," Heather assured him with a smirk.

Keeping her footsteps light, Heather approached Naya and her son, settling herself on the arm of the chair. She placed a light hand on Elijah's back to keep him secure as she leaned her face down close to Naya's ear. Puckering her lips, she blew out a light stream of air, hiding silent giggles as Naya frowned and her brow twitched.

"Nay-Nay," she whispered.

Naya jolted and her eyes flew opened, her arms tightening around the baby that Heather kept steady against her chest.

Panicked brown eyes found hers and immediately relaxed. "God, Heather, trying to kill me?" Her voice was still raspy from sleep.

Heather giggled and slid down into the chair with Naya, kicking her legs across her lap. "God, Naya, trying to kidnap my child?"

"What?" Naya's faced crinkled in confusion. "I asked that nanny girl if I could hold him."

"Yeah, an hour ago," Heather teased.

"It has not been an hour."

Heather waved her phone in front of Naya so that she could see the time. "Yeah huh."

"Shit. Wow, I must have slept for a while. Here." She shifted to hand Elijah back to Heather.

Heather shook her head and pressed him lightly against Naya. "You keep him. He's totally zonked." She lightly touched her sleeping baby on the nose.

"I'm really sorry I had him for so long," Naya apologized. "I wasn't trying to scare you."

"Relax," Heather ordered. "I'd rather him be with you then some random studio nanny."

Naya smiled down at Elijah, touching the wispy blonde hairs on his head. "He's super cuddly."

"Yep," Heather agreed. "He's my little snuggle-bug."

"He's getting big," Naya sighed. "I really meant to come see him again after that first time, it was just - " She cut herself off, hiding her face from Heather by burying it against the baby's head.

"I know," Heather murmured. And she did know. Naya didn't even have to say it. That visit had been hard for her too. She had wanted Naya to meet her son since the moment he was born, but that didn't make the moment any easier. Watching her hold him for the first time, seeing those dark eyes mist over – it had brought up too many what ifs, too many what could have beens.

"I can't believe you have a baby," Naya commented after a long silence.

"Sometimes I can't either." Heather rubbed Elijah's back, her hand brushing against Naya's.

Naya sighed at the contact and Heather took that as permission to creep her hand up to cover Naya's, tangling their fingers together.

"I miss you," Naya blurted out suddenly. "I mean, I know we talk and see each other, but…"

"It's not the same," Heather supplied quietly.

"No. It's not."

They both fell silent again, and Heather couldn't stop her brain from buzzing with memories. It didn't help that sharing a chair made for one person meant that their bodies were pressed close and the familiar smell of Naya was overpowering her senses. How many times before had they been close like this? And sometimes so much more intimately. Heather would be lying if she didn't say she missed that part too. Their closeness, the depth of the connection that they used to share. No one else could ever come close.

Heather leaned her head lightly against Naya's shoulders, staring at their joined hands resting on her baby's back. "This is nice though."

Naya nodded in agreement, her cheek brushing against Heather's forehead with the movement. Both of their bodies relaxed further into the chair and for a few moments, they were just them again. Heather and Naya. Nothing else in the world between them.

But the difference was that before they had always had the possibility of forever. And now, all they had were these stolen moments.