Before I start, anyone who's read my story 'For All That I Am', you'll realise that I may have copied parts of one chapter for this. I was struggling for inspiration and Heaven forbid I let my beloved readers down. So I nicked my own work. My bad. Sorry it's taken so long as well, I started college recently so I've been busy. I also apologise for the fact that it's not completely realistic, but it's fiction. Love you guys, enjoy :D

The next couple of months flew by until the day finally came around- Grace's due date. Teresa had spent the last month making sure Grace didn't even leave the bullpen without someone with her, and the mere suggestion of her friend going out in the field so far along in her pregnancy was enough to send the senior agent into a panic.

The redhead sat at her desk, one hand resting on her swollen stomach and the other writing out a report. She smiled and rubbed it occasionally as she felt the slight twinges. She wasn't quite prepared when a sharp pain rippled through her lower abdomen.

'Oh my God..'

'Grace? You okay?' Jane glanced over from his couch.

'No, I.. I think it's time.. Ow.. Yeah, it's time..'

'Oh good God… Okay Grace, just a sec..' He dashed out to Teresa's office, yelling to Wayne on the way. He burst into the office and grinned at her.

'Crap Jane, what's the matter?'

'The matter? Nothing. Just there's a certain pregnant lady out here who isn't going be pregnant much longer..'

The realisation took a while to hit her but once it had, she found herself wearing a grin as big as Jane's.

'It's time?' She practically skipped out of the office in a very un-Teresa like manner, sitting on Grace's desk and taking her hand. 'You okay?'

'Yeah, I'm.. Yeah.. I'm good..' The younger woman smiled and gave the hand a gentle squeeze.

'Good.. Guess we'd best give you a hand up, huh?' She grinned and helped Grace to her feet. 'Cho, let someone know that we've gone. I'll take Grace in my car and you guys follow. Clear?'

'Very.' Jane smiled, grabbing his jacket. 'You okay Grace? You look a little warm..'

Grace glared up at Jane as a second contraction gripped her body. 'Why don't you fu-'

'Uh, language. Honestly, I don't know why you get so worked up..'

She threw another glare his way and Jane found himself having to duck to avoid the stapler colliding with his head.

'Oh God! Why won't she just come?'

'I'm sure it won't be long Grace, these things take time.'

'Too much time. It hurts!'

'I know Grace, but it's okay.. You're going to be okay.. It shouldn't be long now. Your contractions are really close.' Teresa reassured her, still holding her hand.

'Good.. Where'd the doctor go? I want drugs.'

'She's gone to check on somebody else.'

'Don't they have more than one doctor in this damn place?'

'I'm sure she'll be back soon.'

As if on cue, the blonde haired woman returned. 'Right Miss Van Pelt, let's see how dilated you are..' She bent down to examine Grace. 'Ah, yes.. Yep, you're ready to push.'

'Oh God..' She sighed, laying back into her pillows.

'Alright Grace, come on.. You've got my hand, you just squeeze as hard as you like, yeah?'

Grace nodded and did as she was told, pushing on each contraction that came after that. Teresa instantly regretted telling Grace she could squeeze as hard as she wanted.

'That's good, that's very good.. One more..' The blonde doctor smiled, lifting her head from between Grace's legs.

'No..'

'It's okay, come on. One more push..'

'I can't.. I can't, it hurts..'

'I know it does but it's going to be so worth it.' Teresa promised.

'Will you help me? Do it for me?'

'I can't do it for you Grace, I can do a lot of things but not this. But I can help.. Come on, it's going to be just fine. Right?' The dark haired woman smiled comfortingly at her friend. 'Ready?'

Grace nodded and pushed hard as her next contraction came. A loud scream from her, followed by a tiny cry could only mean one thing. It was over.

'Congratulations, you've got a gorgeous little girl here, and a very healthy one at that..' The doctor smiled as the baby was taken to be weighed. 'Do we have a name?'

'Yeah, she does.' Grace panted as she tried to catch her breath. 'Emma.. Emma Teresa Van Pelt..'

Teresa's jaw dropped. 'Emma Teresa?'

'Why not? It's perfect.'

'Thank you..'

'You're welcome.'

Three tired looking male agents trooped into Grace's room in single file. Grace was sat up in bed, still in her hospital gown. A tiny baby in a pink hat lay in her arms. She was smiling but clearly in need of sleep.

'Hey..'

'Hey Grace. How're you feeling?'

'Somewhere between crappy and elated. Not quite sure yet.'

Teresa pulled up a chair beside the bed, as did the others except Jane who perched on the end of her bed.

'Can I hold her?'

Grace smiled. 'Of course you can.. Here..' She passed her tiny daughter over to her friend.

'Oh Grace, she's so warm and.. Wow, she's so tiny.. Look at the tiny fingers and toes.. She's gorgeous..'

'She is, isn't she?'

'Just like her Mommy.' Wayne smiled and patted the redhead's hand. 'You should be proud.'

Grace shuffled and smiled uncomfortably at his gesture. He'd been trying to get close to her for some time and she really wasn't sure. She had tried to make it clear that she wasn't quite ready for a relationship, especially one with him. He didn't seem to be getting the hint.

'Grace, why don't you get some rest? You must be exhausted.' Teresa asked gently.

Grace nodded and closed her eyes. She barely managed to mumble a 'Thanks' before her head hit the pillow and she drifted into a much needed sleep.

'I'm going to go for a coffee. Anyone want one?' Cho offered.

'I do, I'll come with.' Wayne stood up quickly and left with Cho.

Teresa smiled down at the baby in her arms. The small tufts of red hair and the sparkling hazel eyes definitely belonged to her mother with only a few of her father's features. It was a nice mix.

'Beautiful, isn't she?'

The older woman looked up and smiled at Jane. 'She's so amazing..'

'My, my Teresa, surely we're not getting broody?'

Teresa chuckled as happy tears filled her eyes. 'No, I'm not.. I just.. She's so..'

'I know what you mean. All babies are miracles, but her.. Doesn't she look like Grace?'

'Yeah, she does.' Teresa stroked the crimson cheek gently with the back of her index finger.

'She's going to love her Aunt Teresa.'

'I hope so.'

Jane moved from his space on the end of the bed and perched lightly on the arm of Teresa's chair. He contemplated putting his arm around her but thought better. Not while she was so absorbed with the beautiful bundle of pink in her arms. Who knows, he thought. This time next year, he could be here again. Except it would be Teresa in the bed fast asleep, Grace sitting in the chair holding her child and Jane would be sat beside Teresa. The baby would have her dark hair and grey green eyes rather than Grace's red hair and hazel eyes. Jane shook his head quickly. It wasn't going to happen. Still, he could dream. He smiled as the eyes he'd so often dreamed about looked up to him.

'She's an angel. A gorgeous little angel.'

Okay, ending didn't go quite as I planned but there you go. That was intended to be the end of the story but I might carry on if you want me to. Please review guys, I love you all 3