I'm gonna try to update this one more frequently until it's done (yes I've said that before, shut up) but it's gonna be less case focused from here on in and just more focusing on Wylie and Vega, with the other characters appearing as necessary. I just don't have the heart to write the others most of the time, and it's either abandon the story, or finish it with less interwoven stuff than I had at the start of this fic and that was in If I Can Leave Off Burying The White. I don't want to abandon it, so this is what's going to happen from here on in. Don't worry – the other characters will still be around, and I still have some mini storylines for them, it just won't be terribly complex.
This skips ahead about a month from the last chapter, so Vega is at twenty weeks.
"We have a new ultrasound technician who will be with you today," the nurse said as Vega settled on the table. "She's very good at what she does. I think you will like her."
"Oh, good," Wylie said in relief, under his breath. "Someone new, thank God." The nurse gave him an odd look.
"Jason," Vega said sternly when they were alone. "Ted was not that bad."
"He hit on me. Both times. He knows I'm married. You're always laying right there."
"Like you don't flirt with girls who aren't me."
"I absolutely do not," Wylie said indignantly.
"Yeah, okay," Vega admitted. "You're a bad example."
"You picked me as the example."
"I'm having your baby, cut me some slack."
He grinned down at her. Her spirits had been up a lot in the past few weeks. The caseloads had eased up a bit at work, leaving more time for them to spend evenings together. If anyone ended up working late, it was Lisbon and Jane, unable to leave the littlest things unfinished, so Wylie and Vega had been spending a lot of time with little Mimi. It was, as they both knew, impossible to spend significant time with the toddler and not be in a good mood. "She takes after me in that respect," Jane had said, moments before being smacked by his wife.
There was a knock at the door, and the technician came bounding into the room "Well, hello hello hello!" She said with a big smile. "You guys must be the Wylies. My name is Summer, and I'll be performing your ultrasound today."
"Nice to meet you," Vega said. "I'm Michelle, this is my husband, Wylie."
"Yes. We're married. Happily," Wylie said pointedly as he shook her hand. Vega nudged him.
"Let's not waste any time, huh?" Summer asked, beginning to position the equipment. "Lie back, dear. So what do you guys do for a living?"
"We actually both work for the FBI," Wylie said. "I've been there about eight years, and Michelle just had her sixth anniversary last November."
"Oh, that's exciting," Summer said. "I actually – oh gosh, this has to be ten years ago, now? Coming up on it, anyway, before I had my son, I used to be a confidential informant. Not for the FBI, though. For the CBI – California Bureau of Investigation. It doesn't exist anymore, I don't think."
"We actually know some people who used to work for the CBI," Wylie said. "They were part of the team that ultimately took out Red John."
"Okay, so here you can see your baby…what?" Summer straightened up, taking the sensor away from Vega's stomach. "Red John?"
"Yeah. Really creepy serial killer. He used to paint a red smiley face on…"
"No, no, no no no, I know," Summer said. "I mean…do you guys…do you know Kimball Cho?"
"Yes!" Wylie said, glancing at Vega, who was staring impatiently at the blank screen where the baby had been visible moments before. "Yes, he's actually, he's our boss."
"No way," Summer said, her jaw dropping.
"Were you a CI for him, then?" Vega asked, seeming slightly more interested now that there was a connection to her father figure.
"Yes, and…" Summer's cheeks pinked. "And his girlfriend, for a while."
"Really!" Wylie's eyes widened. "Wow. So…oh gosh, so your son…?"
"No," Summer said. "Not his. My first ex – husband's kid. But yeah, Kimball…he's great, isn't he?" She stared off toward an empty corner of the room, then cleared her throat. "Anyway, let's take a look at your little button, shall we?"
"Yes please," Vega said.
"Alright, well," Summer said, "looks like they're giving us a really good view here, oh yes, this one isn't shy. You can see the hand right there, and the face, oh, look at that little face."
Wylie slipped his hand into Vega's and smiled as Summer continued to give them a view of their baby.
"Look at the little feet, and there's the bottom…and what is that?" Summer asked coyly, pointing at the screen.
Wylie and Vega turned their heads and looked at each other before he timidly ventured the obvious. "A…penis?"
"Uh-huh," Summer said, smiling broadly. "You're having a boy!"
Wylie grinned down at his wife, bending to kiss her forehead. "A boy, Michelle," he said fondly. "I know we didn't care either way, but…just knowing. A boy."
"What are you looking at me like that for?" She asked with a smirk. "That was all your doing, darlin'."
