I'm back! Thanks for the reviews! And most of the questions will be answered in the story. The part with Ryan suddenly taking his hand back in the chapter before was more of embarrassment for the situation than anything else. As I wrote in that chapter, I'm not really good at writing those kind of scenes.

Flashback

Horatio Caine kept looking at the woman while following his friends to the doors, on their way for lunch.

"Who is she?" Wilson asked. No one asked who he meant, knowing that they all wondered the same thing about the same woman.

"I guess there's only one way to find out." Herm said suddenly and before anyone had time to react he was standing in front of the woman with a charming smile.

"Can I help you in any way, Mrs.?"

"It's lieutenant, Wolfe." They heard her answer roughly. "And since you've been polite enough to offer, I could actually need some help. Go and tell Captain Morris to come down here and get me signed in."

"There's no need for that Lt. Wolfe." Captain Morris said while approaching them, and Herm immediately took a few steps back, sensing that this was something he didn't want to get involved in.

"That's the Wolfe everyone's so afraid of? A woman with a kid?" Herm said doubtfully when he was standing back with his friends.

"You guys should be happy you weren't here when she was pregnant. It was horrible!" O'Connell was suddenly standing next to them. "Although, I'm not sure if she'll be that much better now."

"Why are you here with your kid Wolfe?" Morris asked annoyed.

"I couldn't find a babysitter, sir." Wolfe answered casually. "Now, are you going to sign me in or not?"

"I can't allow you to go out in the field with a kid!"

"I know that, I'm only here to start up with my paperwork. That way, I can go out in the field tomorrow." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Wolfe, maybe you should go home and come back tomorrow after you've gotten yourself a babysitter." Morris said calmly. "You temporary replacement can take care of things another day."

"You got a temporary replacement?" Wolfe asked surprised.

"Well someone had to write the rapports while you were…" Morris suddenly got quiet.

"Someone else wrote my rapports?"

"Well, yeah…"

"You let a complete stranger handle my papers? In my office?" She took a small step against the detective, which got him to immediately take one step back.

"Well he had to be somewhere…"

"Oh, he better not have messed up anything." Wolfe clutched the car seat and stared walking down the hall with big steps, followed by a concerned looking Morris.

"Weren't you guys going to lunch?" O'Connell asked suddenly, taking the officers out of their trance.

"Yeah." Horatio answered, before turning around and following his co-workers out."

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"Why so jumpy O'Connell?" Herm asked and patted the Sergeants shoulder.

"Wolfe's looking for me."

"So…"

"So? Didn't you see her this morning? She isn't really in her best mood. And the kid's been crying for the last hour, which doesn't really help."

"Look, I get it, she was pissed. But she's a woman for god's sake! I don't get how she even got into the academy in the first place! Let alone, became a lieutenant." Herm said loudly.

"You wouldn't think that way if you would have known her for as long as I have, and let me tell you this: she might be a very unstable female, but she's a good cop." O'Connell said annoyed. "Besides, if you'd seen Emerson at the hospital, you'd be afraid of her too."

"What did happen with Emerson?" Wilson asked curiously.

"Well, you see, he…"

"O'Connell!" Wolfe was suddenly standing in front of them, looking extremely annoyed. She was still holing the car seat and up close Horatio could see a little boy with brown hair and his mother's hazel eyes looking at them curiously.

"Yes ma'am!"

"Who was in my office while I was gone?"

"I…I don't know ma'am." O'Connell stuttered.

"Don't lie to me O'Connell. You if anyone should know who was there."

"Morris told me not to tell you." Wolfe took a deep breath, seemingly to calm herself down.

"O'Connell, you know how I like thing to be clean and or their places, right?" O'Connell nodded. "Well, right now, my office is filled with half eaten sandwiches, rotten fruit and coffee stains. The papers are out of order, my pens are broken and I can't find the photos I used to have on my desk. On top of all of that, the kid," She made a motion with her arm, allowing them to know that she meant her son. "has been whining for an hour, not allowing me to clean up. So you better tell me who it was or I swear to God…"

"With all do respect lieutenant." Horatio said suddenly, wanting to help his friend out. "O'Connell has absolutely nothing to do with your son crying or what happened to your office. You shouldn't punish him just for following orders." Horatio had honestly never really understood the expression 'if looks could kill' until that very moment.

"You're new here right? I can't remember seeing a redhead around here before." she asked him calmly.

"I just recently got out of the academy." He started feeling his throat going very dry.

"Well it seems like they didn't educate you well enough considering that you're going against authority." She took a step closer to him. "And I don't like it when people…" O'Connell let out a sudden squeak. He was staring at a tall man with a small beard who was standing and talking to the receptionist down the hall. "O'Connell, who is that?" she asked, keeping her gaze at the man.

"Thomson. He's from upstate. He's working here temporarily while…"

"I was on maternity leave." Wolfe finished and looked back at O'Connell. He nodded carefully and she immediately started walking against the man. Horatio took a deep breath. Man, that woman was scary.

"Hey Thomson!" Wolfe said loudly, getting a few heads to turn to her directions. Sensing what was going on people quickly started making excuses and turned to walk away.

"What?" Thomson asked annoyed. When he saw the woman coming against his face lit up with a cocky smile. "But isn't it Miss Wolfe?"

"Lieutenant Wolfe." she corrected him angrily. "I need you to clean up my office."

"Why?"

"Because it's dirty."

"Well you're a woman, clean it up." he said confidently, not even wincing at the killing look he received. "Or better yet; go home. Take care of your kid and let the men do the working." Why Thomson hadn't turned around and ran away from her yet was completely out of Horatio's understanding. Wolfe seemed to literally be on her way to explode. She took a step closer to the man and smiled one of the scariest smiles he had ever seen in his life.

"Really, that's how you think it should be? The men getting assigned to the hard things, which is working. And the women getting assigned to easier things, like cleaning up and taking care of the children."

"Yeah, I'm glad you're getting it. I'm surprised that your husband didn't help you figure it out sooner."

"So you're telling me that you think having and taking care of children is easy?"

Don't answer that, don't answer that, Horatio thought, sensing that Thomson had no idea what he was getting himself into.

"Well, it can't be that hard if women can do it." Wolfe actually gave out a little laugh to that.

"Can you give me a second?" She turned around and put her son up on the reception desk. "Stay here Hun, mommy's got something to take care of." She faced Thomson again, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but before any word came out she kneed him in the groin. He moaned in pain and crouched to the ground. "According to most people every contraction before giving birth is a hundred times more painful than getting kicked in the groin. But contractions hold about a minute or so, so one kick wouldn't really do it." Thomson seemed to have relaxed a little bit and had taken his hands away from his groin, which showed up to be a huge mistake. She immediately stomped him at the exact same place, and he once again moaned in pain. "Then you'll have to imagine that coming about every three minutes for about eight hours. That's a lot of kicks. And that's not even close to the pain during the birth itself." She crouched down beside him. "And yes Thomson, all women can do it. But I'm seriously starting to doubt that men can, considering you've got tears in your eyes before you've even made it through the minute." She stood up again, smoothing her clothes and turning back to her son.

"Wolfe, what's going on?" Morris said suddenly, having just walked in to the reception. "Why is Thomson on the floor?" Thomson immediately stood up at the mentioning of his name, but he kept looking down rather uncomfortably.

"Why don't you ask him?" she said innocently.

"What did you do Wolfe?"

"I didn't do anything. Did I Thomson?" The man shook his head slowly. "There you go. I'm going back to my office now. And don't worry about the cleaning Thomson, I'll take care of it. You just get your stuff and go back to where you came from."

"Now I get what you meant about having a family in the future." Wilson said to O'Connell as Wolfe started walking away.

"Hey, you! Redhead!" she called suddenly and Horatio noticed that she was looking at him.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have anything to do right now?"

"I'm, eh, going out patrolling with officer Miller." Horatio shifted the weight on his feet uncomfortably.

"Ok, what about you Sticky?" She nodded against Wilson. Horatio could see why she'd given him that particular nickname: Wilson was incredibly thin.

"I… I've got nothing ma'am." he stuttered.

"Then go patrolling with Miller. Tell him that the redhead is coming with me." She didn't stick around to hear an answer, she just started walking away. When she noticed that Horatio wasn't moving she turned against him again. "Now!"

He hurried after her, trying to figure out what she could possibly want from him. What if she was going to do to him what she'd done to Thomson? Or worse, what if he ended up like Emerson? Whoever he was.

He was so deep in thought that he almost ran into her when she suddenly stopped. She seemed a lot calmer now and he remembered how beautiful he'd first thought she was. Sure, she looked tired and annoyed and he was still a little scared of her, as his supervisor and possible murderer, but he couldn't help it. She was just so…

"Red, are you paying any attention?" she said, snapping him out of his thoughts. Again.

"What? I'm sorry, I just…"

"Never mind. Look Red, or whatever your name is…"

"Caine." he said quickly. "Horatio Caine."

"Fine. Caine. As you heard earlier I need to clean up my office. I also have to write a lot of paperwork and run a few errands. And I can't do all of that while carrying around my kid. So I need you to…"

"Run your errands for you?" Horatio said hopefully. No matter how small the errand was, saying that he'd done a part of a lieutenant's job would look really good for future promotions.

"Not really." She shoved the car seat into his hand and hung a big bag over his shoulder. "The bag's got diapers and extra clothes and some of his favorite toys. He'll get hungry in about two hours, which is when you bring him to me. Until then I need you to look after him. Don't let him cry. Morris will know why you're not doing your work, so don't worry about that. And also, just so we're clear: if anything happens to him while he's in your care they're going to have to scrape your remains of the floor. Bye." Before Horatio even had time to begin to react she'd closed the door to her office and pulled down the blinds. He stared down at the child who was eyeing him innocently. What the hell was he suppose to do now?

Ok, I know this chapter had a few flaws:

1. Making O'Connell a sergeant was also a bit of a stretch. I should have just made him an officer.

2. There's no way Morris would be scared of Wolfe, considering that he's higher ranked then her. There's probably also no way that he would let her use one of the officers as a babysitter.

3. She should have gotten punished for beating another lieutenant.

4. She seemed a little sadistic with the kicking in the crotch thing, which she's not. Definitely not!

But then again, it's my story. And things aren't fun if they're perfect :P.