A/N So meeting his mom, that was kinda tough. Poor, poor Zoë she tries so hard..

Previously:

"I would like to meet your mom, but I don't know how I'll be able to handle that. I've never met someone's mom." He kissed her on her cheek.

"I'm sure you'll do great. How does tomorrow sound?"

"Tomorrow? Wow, that's quick." She thought about it for a second. "You know what, tomorrow's good." He drew her closer and kissed her passionately.

…

Zoë had just showered and was getting ready for Greg's mom, she would be there at 3. She had gone running with both Clark and Ed today, they were making fun of each other so that was fun to watch. She walked into the living room. She liked seeing Greg's things there, pictures and other little things that held a significant meaning to him.

"Do I look okay? This shirt shows off the dog tags, that's weird right? Your mom will think it's weird?" It took Greg a little while to form a coherent sentence. "I'll go change."

"No." He walked up to her. "You are beautiful. You look perfect just like this. And my mom probably won't even mention the dog tags, but she can be protective because of my dad. And if she does mention the tags, just explain it. I'm sure she'll like you almost as much as I do."

"Almost?" He put his hands on her hips and pulled them flush against him.

"Yeah, almost. Because if she likes you as much as I do she would want to push you up against that wall and shred your clothes off. And I don't want my mom pushing you up against that wall." She smiled at him.

"You want to push me up against that wall?" He nodded. "What's holding you back?" He walked her backwards and pushed her up against the wall. He was about to kiss her when the doorbell rang, Zoë had told Kevin they were expecting a woman and that he could let her up. Zoë laughed.

"I've got to go to the bathroom, I'll be back in a second. Can you open the door?" Zoë laughed even harder and was still smiling when she opened the door.

"You must be Mrs Parker, come on in. Greg will be out in a second." They walked into the living room. "Can I get you anything?"

"A cup of tea would be great." She nodded and walked towards the kitchen. She heard Greg greet his mother. She just walked into the living room with the tea as she heard his mother say that she was really young.

"But she doesn't act like it." She put the cup on the table in front of his mother.

"Here you go." His mother smiled at her as a thank you. Zoë touched his shoulder briefly. "Coffee?" He smiled and nodded. He was pretty sure she had heard them. She returned with two cups of coffee a minute or so later and handed him one before sitting down on the couch next to him. His mother looked nice, picky but nice.

"Isn't that a necklace worn by men?" She asked pointing at her dog tags after a few minutes. So much for not mentioning it.

"They're called dog tags. You get them in the army." She grabbed her own. "These are mine." She grabbed Joey's. "And these used to belong to my best friend, Greg tracked them down for my birthday."

"You got her dog tags?" His mother said, disapprovingly.

"I'm glad he did, I love them. It's the only thing I've got left of his." His mother nodded, still not getting it. The oven timer went off. "How about a piece of cake?"

"That would be nice."

"I've baked brownies and apple pie, which would you like?"

"They're both fresh?"

"Yes, you can have both if you like."

"A little bit of both would be great, thank you."

"Greg, brownies?"

"Need you ask?" He smiled at her, trying to put her at ease. Zoë nodded and walked towards the kitchen. She was out of ear shot.

"Mother, please be nice."

"But she wears dog tags."

"It's just what you call them."

"I thought I taught you to give a woman jewellery. Did you give her something besides the tags?" He nodded.

"A signed bullet proof vest."

"A signed… Who signed it?"

"The Rookie Blue cast, it's one of her favourite TV-shows. She's not exactly the kind of woman who likes jewellery." She shook her head.

"Here you go." She handed him and his mother their plates before sitting down with her own. Zoë watched as his mother took a bite.

"It's pretty good." 'Finally something I did right.' Zoë thought to herself. "Have your parents met Greg yet?" Another subject she wanted to avoid.

"My parents died, when I was 13." 'Please don't ask any further.' Zoë and Greg had the same thought.

"I'm sorry, how did it happen." Zoë took a breath. Greg's mother noticed how he grabbed her hand for support.

"They were murdered."

"Did they catch whoever did it?"

"Not until recently."

"Tell me about yourself."

"There's not much to tell. I work at SRU, I like my job. I'm competitive and I love your son."

"How old were you again?"

"25"

"Don't you think you're a little young for a serious relationship?"

"No, I don't." She felt like she was on trial.

"Are planning on quitting your job once you get married."

"My, what?"

"Your job as a SRU officer is very dangerous. You are planning on quitting it to have kids, are you not?" Zoë's phone rang. She checked caller ID

"I'm sorry, I have to get this." She really did have to get it, but by now she would have taken any excuse. She walked out of the room.

"Detective, hello."

…

It took her a couple of minutes before she walked back into the room. A mixture of shock and happiness on her face.

"Zoë, are you okay?" Greg stood up and walked towards her when she didn't answer.

"They're going to extradite him and put him on trial."

"Patrick?" She nodded. "That's great."

"Who is Patrick?" They were quickly reminded of his mother.

"The man who murdered my parents."

…

His mother left about an hour later. She hadn't brought up any other subjects Zoë hoped to avoid. Although she did stress her age a couple of times more. But she was really nice the last 15 minutes. Zoë had decided to go for a run, Greg couldn't blame her.

Zoë heard her phone ring and came to a stop.

"Zoë."

"Ms Washburn, It's Rick from the bank."

"OH! Yes of course." He could hear her pant.

"Is this a good time?"

"Yes, great actually. I was just running."

"My boss said it would be okay, they were planning on knocking down the basement wall anyway said it was a big risk. But he wants me to meet with you to go over the details when you've got everything planned out. He also said I couldn't give you the safe codes."

"Okay, sounds like a plan. I've got the night shift tomorrow so I'll be free during the day. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good. What about 2 p.m.?"

"Okay, I'll ask for you at the front desk. See you then." She hung up the phone.

…

"How was your run?" Greg asked when he heard the front door.

"Great, refreshing. Smells good in here."

"It'll be done in half an hour." She nodded and walked towards the kitchen. She walked towards him and put her arms around his neck.

"So, meeting your mother was.. Something different."

"Really she is sweet. But this was her mother bear side."

"I get it." He nuzzled her neck.

"You smell nice."

"I smell like sweat.."

"No you don't. You smell like you." He kissed her neck before softly biting her.

"I swear, if you give me a hickey I will kill you." He smiled before kissing the sensitive spot in her neck he knows she loves. "Greg, I have to take a shower."

"I can take it with you." He kissed that spot again.

"What about the food?" He blindly reached behind him and turned the oven off. "What about.." He kissed her again before she could finish her sentence. "Okay."

…

They lay on the bed, naked and very sweaty.

"Now we need another shower.." She panted.

"We could take it together."

"And end up here again." Her stomach growled. "How about we get the food going, and I'll shower in the morning." He got up, put on some sweats and went to the kitchen to turn on the oven again.

…

"How about we go out to dinner tomorrow?" He said while they were putting everything in the dishwasher.

"Nightshift." He nodded.

"Too bad. I've got it Tuesday. How about Wednesday?"

"Wednesday sounds good. Any place in particular?"

"I was thinking about that new Italian place around the corner."

"Yeah, we definitely need to try it."

…

The alarm went off at six. Greg turned around and shut it off. He turned back on his back and looked at Zoë.

"Morning." She rolled on top of him.

"Morning."

"I need to get up, I have to be in the gym in less than an hour and I still need to shower."

"Then you're going to be late." He knew he should throw her off of him. But he just couldn't get himself to.

"I can't be late, you know that."

"You keep making me late, am I not allowed to make you late?" He smiled, she kind of got him there.

"No, you are not. Because then Ed will bug me about it."

"You never seem to care when I get up to run."

"That's not work." She kissed him once deeply before rolling off of him.

"Fine, go." This was it, he should've gotten up.

"Come take a shower with me. Save energy and water." He walked towards the bathroom.

"Are we thinking of the environment now?" She asked him.

"Yes, we are." She smiled and got up.

…

"Greg, you're late." Ed checked his watch, Greg was 10 minutes late. Which wasn't much but Greg was usually dressed and ready to go before any of them got there. And now he still had to change.

"I know."

"Why are you late?"

"Because I have a 25 year old girlfriend." He hadn't noticed the other guys.

"Now say it like you mind." Wordy spoke up.

"She didn't tire you out though, did she? Because if you are too tired to do your job I might have to talk to her about it."

"How did that doctors appointment go, Ed?"

"No, don't change the subject. Do I need to talk to her about it?"

"Last time you tried she got pissed at you, think that's a good idea?"

"You talked to her about their sex-life?" Spike looked up from his locker.

"No, I asked if she wanted kids." Ed still didn't get what the big deal was.

"You didn't ask her. You asked Clark to ask her, and then you talked to me. And then you checked it."

"You asked Clark to ask her?" Sam asked incredulously.

"You didn't have the balls to do it yourself?" Wordy said. Greg started changing, glad that the subject has changed.

"Just for that, gentleman, you do the obstacle course."

"'You'? Why not 'We'?"

"Because it's raining." Everyone muttered something and closed their lockers.

…

Zoë looked in the mirror, she had a meeting with the bank manager in 10 minutes. Was that… She checked her neck.

"A hickey.." She applied some make up on it, covering it up. "I'm going to kill him." She grabbed her keys and coat and made her way to the bank. She had called Donna to ask if she wanted to come with her, but she would rather spend the day with her husband.

…

"Officer Washburn."

"Please, Zoë."

"Zoë, sit down." She put her backpack down and took a seat.

"I've got most of it figured out. " She grabbed a pad with some notes from her backpack. "I just need the make and model of the vault. And I would like to take a look in the basement, check out the wall I want to blow up."

"Just wondering, how would you do this if this were a real robbery?"

"Black market. You could get all the information if you pay enough. And I would climb into the subway to check out the wall." He nodded and gave her the make and model of the vault.

"Let's go to the basement." She nodded.

…

She walked into SRU a little early.

"Hey Winnie, team 1 still here?"

"I think they are either in the gym or in the locker room." Zoë nodded and checked out the gym, nothing.

She opened the door slightly and knocked.

"We're good." Wordy said. Zoë entered and leaned against one of the lockers.

"Quiet day?" They nodded.

"Hopefully the night will be quiet as well."

"Most of the time it is, just robbery's but there's usually no one inside when it happens. So we get there make sure it's empty and leave again."

"What's that?" Ed said, pointing to her neck. Crap, she had forgotten to apply some make up after she had walked through the rain.

"Nothing." She tried to cover it up with her hair. Spike walked up to her and pulled her shirt and hair to the side a little.

"You've got a hickey!" She closed her eyes and sighed. They were all smiling and commenting on it.

"You get a piece of cake or a brownie if you shut up about it." They were all quiet at once. "So that's how it works. I'll go get Jules and put it in the briefing room."

…

She and Jules walked towards the briefing room. All the guys were there already, waiting on their snack. Zoë put the bags down and removed the dished.

"Leave some for my team will you?" She asked, hoping they would. Greg walked over to her. "I've left some at home for you for after dinner." He smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Sorry about the hickey. I got a little carried away this morning."

"It's fine, I'm glad I had cake with me." Her team walked into the lobby. "I'll go bring Winnie a piece."

"I'll walk with you. I'm going home anyway." They walked towards Winnie's desk.

"Hey, got you some to." She handed her a small piece of each.

"Thanks, Zoë. Kira just called, she can't be here for another hour."

"Good luck."

"What are they doing in the briefing room?" Jimmy asked her and Greg.

"I brought cake."

"Cake?" He called the rest of the team over. Donna walked passed them.

"Get changed first, I'm sure they'll leave some." Greg said goodbye to Zoë and left for home. The night shift had started. Time to share her plan with the team. She waited until they were all in the briefing room, enjoying their cake.

"Gentleman, we're going to rob a bank." They all stopped eating and looked at her with confused faces.

A/N Gotta go to work. Make me happy after a long day and leave a review? That bank robbery is coming pretty close, isn't it?