Rules. Not just for children anymore!

The couple was quite surprised not to mention glad that the noise they had made the night before, the chasing, the playful "I got you! Haha!" and squeals "oh no you don't!" not to mention th noise the bed made when Eric pinned his wife to the mattress and her attempts to get away, hadn't awaken their sleeping daughter. But Nevaeh slept till 11:00 when she woke up for a bottle.

Mommy and daddy had had their fun by then. Calleigh went in the room and picked her daughter up.

"Hi ya sweetheart," she said to the baby softly. "Are you thirsty?"

Nevaeh's small hands fingered the black silk of the robe her mom wore. She loved the feel of the material. Her mother smiled, watching the child's hands. Nevaeh had enjoyed the feel of the material on her fingertips since Calleigh could remember.

The baby girl could almost her bottle without help now. The person feeding her barely had to hold the bottom of the bottle. Nevaeh was babbling constantly now, though it wasn't exactly the words "ma-ma" and "da-da" she had those syllables and some others down-pat. Her godfather teased the two that their daughter's first real word would be not "mama" or "dada" but 'Horatio.' Whenever Ryan saw her now he tried to get her to say his name, once in her babbling he swore to her parents that Nevaeh said "Ry."

"Yep. Her first word is gonna be 'Ryan,'" the CSI said with a grin to her parents. "Too bad I probably won't be there to hear it."

"If I come in one morning and say 'Wolfe! Gun range, now!' You'll know you were right," Eric replied. But If his child's first word happened to be 'Horatio,' well, Eric would have to come up with another plan. He couldn't order his boss to meet him on the firing range so he could shot him.

Calleigh gasped at the object her baby was mouthing. A pair of silver metal handcuffs. She knew where they came from; they belonged to her. They were a 'toy' she and her husband used. Calleigh then remembered they had used them night before. She then vaguely remembered they had been kicked under the foot of their bed when Eric was rushing that morning because he had slept through the alarm. Thank goodness the keys were on the night stand, a baby could have choked on those.

"How did you get to mommy and daddy's room and back so quick? Mommy didn't even hear you!" She said, picking the girl, she had turned her back for less than two minutes. There was the only way the child could have got a hold of the object and she usually heard the baby when she crawled on the hard wood floor in the hall. "Oh no. you can't have those, little girl," she said taking the cuffs away from her.

Nevaeh whined and reached for the item her mom took away. She liked it. It was hard and cold so it felt good on her teething gums. Plus it was shiny, shiny stuff was pretty. Calleigh put the "toy" in the drawer, giving Nevaeh a rattle to distract her tears. She was blushing slightly in embarrassment that her daughter had found such a private item. Then again she also thought she was glad Nevaeh wasn't old enough to talk because the child would have asked "mommy why do have these in your room?"

Eric called at the same time.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

Half-laughing Calleigh told her husband what their child had found and how she wasn't happy to have the item taken away.

Eric laughed.

"I guess 'pick up your toys' doesn't just apply to children," he said.