AN: There are some time jumps in here but only one's really noticeable.

"You mind if I ask you something?" Leonard asked at Jem, who was sprawled across his chest.

"Go for it."

"Why'd you pick that name?" Ever since he heard it, he was curious and never had the chance to ask.

"Technically, I didn't. Do you know what JTK stands for?" she asked.

"No. I just thought it was random."

"It's not. Larry had a best friend in college, George Samuel Kirk. One day, while the GSKs were still in development, George and his family were killed in a car accident."

"The GSKs are named after Larry's friend," he said.

"Actually, they're named after his son, George junior. The JTKs were named after George's daughter, Jennifer Teresa Kirk. I took their name in tribute to Larry's friend: Jemma Tera Kirk. I think my siblings might take the name too." The other two JTKs and a handful of GSKs all filed for their independence from the system too.

"I like that you have a whole name. Hearing people call you Detective Jemma was a little weird."

"Well, we don't have to worry about that anymore," she smiled as she pushed herself up and pulled her shirt over her head. "I'm going for a swim, you comin?"

"Swimming in the clear blue water with you? Like I'd turn that down," Leonard chuckled. He was gonna have to thank his mother and Uhura for the assortment of bikinis that were in Jemma's luggage.

He was technically still on limited duty, so he decided to take some of his well-earned vacation days. His mother, the sneaky creature that she is, packed him a bag and two for Jemma, since she has to charge, before sending the pair to a resort in Bora Bora. They were staying in a bungalow over the water on the southern beach of the island of To'opua. Leonard's almost sure that the ink on Jem's passport isn't even dry yet.

His mind drifted to the giddy look on Jemma's face when the hard copies of the documents proving her status as a person were hand-delivered to the precinct by one of Councilman Forrest's aides. Birth certificate, social security card, driver's license, passport and even a weapons permit. His girl smiled bright and rattled off all the things she could do now like vote, own property or get married. That last one caught his attention.

It wasn't like he'd never thought about one day just settling down with Jemma somewhere, he just didn't know that she thought about it at all. The truth was that he would age, get older and probably die, Jemma was gonna be around a lot longer than him and Leonard wasn't sold on the idea of her watching him die. He knew it would break that beautiful spirit of hers. There was also that whole 'married couples can't be partners' thing. If they got married, it would have to wait until one of them stopped being a cop. Unwedded bliss would have to do for a while.

"Stop thinking and get in the water," she called from somewhere under the balcony where he had moved to watch her swim, he got a little distracted by his thoughts.

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled before he jumped off the lower platform and into the water.

"Hi," Jemma swam over to him and pulled him into a lingering kiss.

"Hello, darlin'."

"I have a secret," she whispered against his lips.

"Oh, yea?"

"Yea. Except I'm pretty sure it's not a secret."

"Why don't you tell me what it is and I'll tell you if it's a secret or not," Leonard smiled.

"I love you."

"That's your secret?" he asked. Jemma nodded. "Not a secret but a very welcome thing to hear. I love you too."

"I know."

"Do you?"

"Yep. It's written all over your face when you look at me. It would be obvious to everyone at work if it wasn't for the scowl you adopt at the precinct."

Leonard smiled, "Well, I can't let them in on all my secrets."

"Detective, there's someone here to see you," the desk sergeant said as Leonard and Jemma walked into the precinct for their first full shift back.

"Where?" Leonard asked.

"Uh, I was actually talking to Kirk," the sergeant chuckled. "He's waiting by your desks."

"Thanks," Jemma said with a smile. They walked over to the bullpen. "Can I help you?"

"You already did?" the man smiled.

"Gregory," Jemma smiled before giving the tall blonde man a hug. "You changed your eyes and your jaw."

"I'm not the only one, you should see our sisters. Jamie's eyes are lighter and she cut her hair, it's chin-length. Jessica's hair is black as night and her eyes as green as grass. You guys still look alike, but barely," Gregory chuckled.

"Bones, this is Gregory…"

"Kirk. Most of us went with Kirk too," the man said.

Leonard realized who he was, "You're one of the GSKs?"

"Yes. You've seen me before, at the hospital," Gregory smiled. He was the GSK they saw during the Crusher heart thing. Leonard could see the changes in his features, which made sense. They wanted to be independent, which includes a say over what they look like. "After Jemma won her case, it was a little easier for us to win ours. Got my official paperwork yesterday and had to come thank the kid."

"Kid?" Jemma asked her brother.

"I was born first, so yea," Gregory told her. "I can't thank you enough, Jemma."

"Don't thank me. It was his mother's doing," Jem chuckled.

"Well, thank her too," Gregory smiled. "I gotta get to work, I just wanted to say thanks."

She smiled, "Anytime. You need anything…"

"I'll let you know, sis," Gregory gave her a hug before reaching over to shake Leonard's hand. "Take care of her, Detective."

"Always," Leonard smiled. Gregory gave them both a smile before he left the precinct. "I have a feeling that your family is gonna get a lot bigger."

"Not just mine," Jemma said before looking at Uhura. "Something you wanna tell us, Ny?"

"You know?" Uhura asked with wide eyes. "Of course you know. He said you'd notice first."

"He who?" Leonard asked.

"Notice what?" Stiles added on as he walked down the short flight of stairs. When nobody answered him, he looked at Leonard. "What are they talking about, McCoy?"

"No clue," Leonard chuckled. "Ladies?"

"You wanna tell them, or should I?" Jemma asked. Uhura looked around the bullpen before she made a circular motion over her abdomen. Leonard and Stiles looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Things that grow, gentlemen."

"You're…?" Leonard said, not saying the word pregnant out loud.

"Yes," Uhura said. "But shhh. Other than Scotty, obviously, Pike and you guys, nobody knows yet. I'd like to keep it that way for a while."

"No arguments from us," Stiles chuckled. "Can I…?" He opened his arms and Uhura stepped into them.

"You guys too," Uhura said. Jemma and Leonard joined the hug and that's how Chris found them.

"Okay, you big softies, we got work to do. We have a hacked smart house and a dead couple. Kirk and McCoy, you're up."

"Well, that only happens in my wildest dreams," an unfamiliar voice said behind Leonard at the end of another long shift. The detective looked around before he spotted Jemma and Uhura in Pike's office, Ny with her head in Jem's lap. They had a trying day and their mama-to-be was exhausted. Jemma was just in her protective sister –and aunt- mode.

"They're detectives and it's not what it looks like," Stiles said as he stood up and did his best to intimidate the tall man with the British accent. "Who are you?"

"Detective John Harrison. I'm the new transfer," the man said.

"Temporary," Stiles and Leonard said at the same time.

"Be nice, fellas," Uhura told them as she and Jemma walked into the bullpen, his friend's baby bump becoming more obvious over the last couple of months. Leonard opened his mouth but Jemma beat it to them.

"You do know who you're talking to, right?" his girl asked with a smirk.

"True enough," Ny chuckled. "I'm Nyota Uhura. This is Jemma Kirk, Leonard McCoy and John Stiles. Welcome to the craziness."

"Thank you. You wouldn't happen to know where my desk is, would you," Harrison said. The four detectives burst into laughter.

"Good luck with that," Jemma chuckled. "I've been here a year and I don't have a desk yet."

"Really?" Harrison asked them.

Chris came down the steps, "No, they're just messing with you."

"Are we?" Jemma asked.

"Yes, you are, you evil person," Pike chuckled. Jemma was kidding, her desk was across from Leonard's.

"But Chris," Jemma and Uhura said at the same time.

"Children, you're all children," Chris said.

"Uh… I've never been a child, so…" Jemma pointed out.

"You're an android?" Harrison gave her a look.

"Yes," Jemma smiled and did a little disco face. Leonard had to push away the knowledge that his fingers on her skin makes the lights come to life all over her body, it was not the time for that thought. Jemma gave him a wink, of course she knew what he was thinking. "Nothing this pretty could be real."

"Amen to that, sister," Uhura said before the two women fist-bumped. Harrison looked at Uhura. "I'm a chrome…" she trailed off. "So are you. Wow, I never thought I'd ever meet another chrome on the job."

"My family was not happy," Harrison said.

"Join the club," Uhura chuckled. "Really, though, welcome. You'll be taking over for me in the field since I'm on light and limited duty. These guys are crazy and they'll bust your chops but they're the best cops you ever have the honor of working with."

"I'm not crazy," Jemma whispered.

"A little bit, sweetie," Uhura smiled. "It's why I love you."

"Aww, you boys hear that? She loves me best," Jemma smiled.

"She loves Scotty best," Leonard reminded her.

"Nope," both women said. "Sisters."

"Move in with me."

"What?" Jemma asked.

"I know you heard me," Leonard said. "You should just move in with me."

"I thought I already lived here?" Jemma asked as she disentangled herself from him and sat up on the bed. "I mean, my apartment is more like storage and a chick cave at this point."

"Chick cave, really?"

"Yea, really. The only time I'm over there, it's to paint or read or play the guitar or get a fast charge while you're sleeping. Most of my clothes have found their way over here. Half the stuff in the bathroom belongs to me… which is crazy because other than the shower I don't actually need a bathroom. I even clean up after you, which I don't mind nearly as much as I should. Face it, you're asking now but I've been living here for a while."

"Huh... I guess you have. Maybe we should reorganize a little so this place is more of a mix instead of just my stuff."

"We can… later."

"Later?" he smiled as she crawled up the bed and pressed a kiss against his jaw.

"Mm hmm. Much much later."

"Move, move," Jemma called as the pair ran past the idiots lingering. Harrison and Stiles right behind them. The whole group skidded to a stop when they reached their destination.

"Where's Scotty?" Leonard asked Pike, who was there waiting for them. Their CO pointed behind them just as the Scot walked out of a hospital room with a little bundle in his arms.

They were conducting a raid when Uhura went into labor as few weeks early. After they got their bad guys, they went straight to the hospital. Luckily, Gregory gave Jemma updates the whole time and it's the only reason they weren't worried outta their minds.

"Hey, lass, lads. I want ye to meet Estelle Jemma Scott," their friend said. The little girl in his arms snuggled against his chest.

"She's beautiful," Jemma whispered. That was an understatement, the baby looked like her mother with a drop of her dad in the mix. "Can I…?" Scotty smiled and carefully transferred the little girl into Jemma's arms after the detective pulled off her jacket. "Hey, little star. That's what your name means: star. I'm your Aunt Jemma and I'm gonna make sure your dad doesn't go crazy teaching you everything. And listen when you get mad at your parents. Most importantly, I'm gonna love you forever."

"You know what this means, McCoy," Stiles whispered.

"You do know that she can't have kids?" Leonard whispered back.

"You think for one instance that'll stop your mother?" Chris asked. "Your DNA, plus a donor with similar features to Jemma's and you got yourselves a…"

"Chrome," Leonard chuckled. "We've already had this talk. We don't want any kids of our own. We haven't ruled out adoption… one day."

"Why do you like this noddle bar so much?" Jemma asked.

"Good noodles," he shrugged. "Wanna try 'em?"

"Sure," she smiled before eating the bite he had on his chopsticks. "Those are yummy."

"You want the real answer though," Leonard said. She gave him a nod. They had such a good read on each other it was almost like they were in each other's heads. His eyes glanced over at the Recollectionist's place, somewhere he hasn't been a long time. "When you pulled me out of there… I'd been clinging to a life that was long gone. One that, I didn't know at the time, wasn't real. I'd given up on being remotely normal, killing myself to find the people I lost. Then, there you were, this creature I didn't fully understand. You had no real reason to come after me but you did, I didn't buy the line you gave me about being your last chance to be a cop, still don't."

"Only half true."

"I know. Thing is, I needed to hear that. I needed to hear that someone needed me. I needed someone to need me, it's the only thing I've ever been good with. With my coma and my leg, everyone but Chris treated me like I was gonna fall apart and you… you tossed my crap right back at me like it was nothing. You argued with me and took care of me and called me out. I never thanked you for any of it."

"You don't need to," Jemma smiled.

"I know. Still might one of these days. The point I was trying to make… this is the noodle bar from that night when I yelled at you and you still tracked me down and pulled my stubborn ass outta the Recollectionist's chair. You were so pissed at me that I could feel it but you were also worried and I could see it in your features. That was the moment I knew I could trust you. That moment started all this; us as partners, us as a couple… all of it."

"Bones…"

"I don't know where I'd be right now if it wasn't for you. I don't know if I'd still do this job without you," he told her. "I wake up in the morning and I know that everything's right in my world when I look at you. That started here."

"You're such a sap sometimes."

"And you love it."

"Of course I do," she chuckled. "I'm glad I pulled you outta that chair too, Bonesy."

"I…

"…One-nine, robbery in progress on West Fifty-Fifth Street," his phone buzzed, "All available units respond."

Leonard and Jemma looked at each other. He gave his girl a nod and her face lit up, "Already done."

"Let's go catch us some bad guys, darlin'."

AN: And the show must go on. Except it didn't, which makes me sad. On the plus side, I watched a lot of Karl Urban stuff writing this and that's always a good thing. It was fun playing around with this one, I may revisit them someday, we'll see.

Happy Holidays!