A/N I only now realized that Washburn it totally not Dutch xD uhum. Never mind. I just noticed that no one reviewed chapter one xD lol, must've been pretty bad then.

Any typo's are mine, blablabla

Previously:

"Something has come up." Greg said.

"Yeah, but I didn't pin it down. We don't have to rush anywhere."

"Okay. But it's okay if I come with you?"

"Yeah, it's a detective. They're building the case against Patrick, and they got some questions."

…

They left about half an hour later. They entered the station and walked towards the desk

"Ik ben hier voor Jeremy Kroes."
(I'm here to see Jeremy Kroes.)

"Weet hij dat je komt?"
(Is he expecting you?)

"Ja, Zoë Washburn." The look on the woman's face told her she knew about it.
(He is, Zoë Washburn.)

"Neemt u even plaats, ik zal hem halen." Zoë nodded and walked away to sit down.
(Take a seat, I'll go get him.)

"She's going to get him." She told Greg as they sat down. "You really okay being here? It's not like you'll understand any it."

"Do you want me here?" She nodded. "Then I'm happy to be here."

"What did I ever do to deserve you." She saw a man walking towards them. Was he handling the case? He couldn't be older than 30. She recognized his name, but she couldn't pin it down.

"Ms Washburn?"

"Zoë" She shook his extended hand. He extended his hands towards Greg.

"Greg." He shook his hand.

"Jeremy. Zullen we even ergens anders gaan zitten?" He asked. Zoë nodded.
(How about we go somewhere more private?)

…

They sat down in his office, he had gone to get them some coffee.

"Ik heb de zaak vorige week binnen gekregen. En ik wilde het met je doornemen, in verband met de verstreken tijd." Zoë nodded.
(I received the case last week, and I wanted to go through it with you. Because of the time that has passed.)

"Okay. Ga je gang."
(Okay, go ahead.)

"Is het goed als ik ook de foto's laat zien, zodat we alles kunnen doornemen?"
(Is it okay if I show you the pictures? So we can walk through it all?)

"Ja, prima." He grabbed the file.
(Yeah, fine.)

"Ik neem de hele dag met je door. Stop me maar als er iets is." Zoë nodded.
(I'm going to walk through the day with you, stop me if something's wrong)

He put a crime scene picture of her mother on the table. In the left of the picture you could see two small pools of blood, that is where they had found Zoë. Greg heard her suck in a breath.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked her, she nodded. This made Jeremy realize Greg didn't speak Dutch.

"Yeah, I want this bastard behind bars. I'll do anything to get him there." He smiled gently at her. She looked back at Jeremy, now she remembered him. "You were there, you were the first that walked in." She didn't even realize she wasn't speaking Dutch, she was so used to speaking English by now. "You're the last thing I saw before passing out." Jeremy nodded.

"Yes, that was me. Do you prefer we do this in English?" She looked at Greg briefly before turning back to Jeremy.

"Do you mind?" He shook his head. She was just glad he didn't have one of those Dutch accents, they annoy her to no end.

"No of course not."

Zoë explained him what happened again. He made notes so he could compare them to what she said 12 years ago. Stories tend to change a little in such a long period of time. He then put a picture showing her dad on the table. They did the same thing before putting a picture on the table with just two pools of blood.

"The trial will be in about two months. Do you think we could put you on the stand?" She nodded.

"I'll go back home n the mean time and ask for time off. But it shouldn't be a problem. If you could just let me know when it's going to be and how long it's going to take as soon as possible." He nodded. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened to detective Reynolds?" She asked.

"You remember him."

"I couldn't forget him if I wanted to." She looked at Greg before explaining. "He was sitting beside my bed when I woke up. He asked me all the questions no one wanted to ask."

"He had sat there for 24 hours straight."

"Really?"Jeremy nodded.

"He didn't want to leave you alone." She smiled. "Anyway, he's retired. He will probably need to testify though."

…

"Oh, crap. I need to get Liz and Kate tickets to something." They said while they were walking out of the station. "Movie" She pointed at the movie theater across the street. They walked inside and choose a comedy. It started at half past 10 so they wouldn't be home until at least half past two in the morning. She grabbed her phone to text her friends.

'Hey jongens, jullie gaan vanavond uit eten bij de Mr Wok en dan naar de film. It's on me, enjoy.'
(Hey guys, you're going to have dinner at Mr Wok and go to the movies after. It's on me, enjoy)

'Thanks, waar hebben we dat aan te danken?' Kate replied.
(Thanks, what did we do to deserve that?)

'Greg wil van zn vakantie genieten.' She figured they'd get her drift.
(Greg wants to enjoy his holiday.)

'Go for it! Ik zal sms'en als we van de film vertrekken. Just to be sure.'
(Go for it! I will text when we head back. Just to be sure.)

'Dankje, zijn over half uurtje thuis. Heb de kaartjes bij me. Tot zo.' She put her phone away after that.
(Thanks, will be home in half an hour. Got the tickets. See you soon.)

"So, I got rid of them. Let's go home. We could go shop for some groceries there." He nodded and they walked towards the car.

…

"What do you need all that for?" She looked into their shopping cart. He insisted on cooking, so he decided what they were going to eat.

"You'll see." She hated not knowing what he was up to.

"What about desert?"

"I'm going to do that as well."

"You should have gone shopping alone if you don't want me doing anything."

"But I don't speak Dutch.."

"Do you even know what you put in your cart?" The labels were all in Dutch.

"I think so."

She checked that he put the right products in the cart. He only had one wrong product, to which he just shrugged.

…

They were unpacking the groceries, at least he was. She tried to help but he told her to sit and relax. So she sat onto the kitchen islands counter.

"How did you know what to take?" She liked watching him.

"I've been trying to learn Dutch."

"Why? No one speaks Dutch, except for here."

"You do, your friends do. If we ever get a kid, I would like him/her to. Wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, I do. I just thought I was going to have to fight you for it." She smiled as an egg dropped out of the fridge when he opened it. "Should've let me help." He glared at her before cleaning it up. "Still not telling me what you're making?"

"You can guess." He mixed yeast, sugar, olive oil and water and let it rest while het put the salt and flour in a large bowl. He mixed it together with a fork before kneading it with his hands.

"You know how to make pasta and pizza?" He nodded while working the dough.

"My mother had an Italian cooking phase." He had warmed the oven to 30 degrees Celsius and turned it off. He then placed the dough in a bowl, covered it with a damp cloth and put it in the oven to rest. "It has to rest an hour, let's make the sauce." He grabbed tomatoes.

"You make everything yourself. Wow. Can't wait." He turned around to look at her and then wanted to turn back. "Wait." She beckoned him over. "You need to take a shower after." She wiped some flour from his face.

"I was hoping we would take a shower after."

"Trying to get in my pants with your magic cooking skills?"

"Yes, is it working?"

"Very much." Greg turned back around to start on the sauce. When Kate and Liz walked in.

"Hey, so did you have those movie tickets?" Zoë got up and grabbed them from her bag. She had asked her friends to speak English when Greg was there so he wouldn't feel left out.

"Yes, here you go." She handed them over.

"Magic Mike?" Kate asks.

"It's with male strippers." Zoè said.

"Who's in it?"

"Channing Tatum, Matthew McConaughey, uuh Alex Pettyfer."

"I'm in." Liz said, grabbing one of the tickets. Kate glared at her. "Are you kidding me? Half naked sexy men.. Zoë you really don't want to come with us?" Zoë snickered.

"No, I'm good. I see enough half naked sexy man at work." That earned a look from Greg. "Oh, you're acting all innocent now?"

"Who do you see half naked? Or more importantly, you think they're sexy?"

"Of course there's Sam, Wordy, Spike, Jimmy, Danny. You of course.."

"You think Spike is sexy?"

"Like Ed always says, he's a nerd with combat skills."

"I'm keeping you away from the locker room from now on." She smiled at him.

"No need to get all insecure. I took you with me, didn't I?"

"Is that movie going to leave us all hot and without a guy?" Liz nodded. They both looked at Greg, knowing Zoë would react.

"Nu-hu, he's taken. Go find someone else."

"We're leaving in 5 minutes Kate!" Liz yelled as she walked up the stairs.

"So what are you guys going to eat?" She looked behind Greg. "Made quite the mess there."

"He's making pizza."

"Fresh pizza? Wow, can I borrow him?"

"I'll put some dough in the freezer, we can eat it again in a couple of days." Greg said. Kate smiled at him.

"He's a keeper. I'll go get my stuff before Liz comes back. Have fun tonight."

Greg continued getting the sauce ready.

"So what are tomorrow's plans?" He asked her.

"Uuhm, I think you get to spend it doing whatever you like." He turned around. "I was planning on doing the depressing stuff all in one day." If she wanted to do this without him he wasn't go to stop her. He was sure she would tell him about it when she got home that night.

"Adam and Joey?" She nodded.

"Yeah, visit the cemetery for them and my parents. Go see Julie, Adam's wife, in the morning or around lunch and then go see Sydney, Joey's wife. I should be back here for dinner, but I don't know if I'll feel like eating." He nodded. He had noticed she didn't call this place, home.

"We'll go get take out or something."

Kate and Liz walked down the stairs.

"Have fun." Kate and Liz said as they walked past the kitchen to the front door.

…

They were enjoying their pizza when the doorbell rang. She put her plate on the table before getting up.

"Be right back." She opened the door and was rewarded with a huge slap in her face. Greg could hear it in the living room and came to check it out.

"Hij is getrouwd! We hebben kinderen!" The woman was yelling.
(He's married! We have kids!)

The woman saw Greg walking up behind her.

"Is hij ook getrouwd?!"
(Is he married as well?!)

"Wow, let's slow this down. Ik heet Zoë." The woman was shocked at the mention of her name.
(Wow, let's slow this down, my name is Zoë.)

"Lisa?"

"Not me." She touched her cheek, it felt hot.

"Oh god, het spijt me."
(Oh god, I'm sorry.)

Zoë turned around to face Greg, he noticed a hand print on her cheek.

"Can you get a glass of water?" He nodded and returned a minute later. He handed the woman the glass.

"Gaat het?" Zoë asked.
(Are you okay?)

The woman nodded.

"Wil je binnenkomen, om bij the komen?" The woman shook her head.
(Do you want to come in? Calm down?)

"Het gaat wel. Woont Lisa hier?" Zoë wasn't sure what to say.
(I'm okay, does Lisa live here?)

"Ja, dit is mijn huis, maar ze woont hier." That poor woman was cheated on.
(Yes, this is my house but she lives here.)

"Ok, kan je haar zeggen dat ze van mijn man af moet blijven?"
(Ok, can you tell her to keep her paws off my husband?)

"Ja hoor, hoe heet hij?"
(Sure, what's his name?)

"Simon" Zoë nodded. The woman apologized one more time before leaving.

"She slapped you pretty hard." He put his hand on her chin and turned her head so he could look at it. You could still see the woman's hand.

"That she did. I'll pass it on to Liz. If I get slapped one more time because she did some poor woman's husband.." He took her hand and walked back to the couch.

"Just enjoy your pizza."

…

Greg still needed to take a shower, Zoë lied and said she really needed to check her email and couldn't join him. She waited until he was in the shower. She put on some lingerie she had bought for him and walked into the bathroom. She walked in just as he was grabbing a towel and put it around his middle. He looked up to see what she needed when he noticed what she was wearing. He walked towards her and gave his eyes the time to roam her body.

"God, you're gorgeous." He put his hand on the wall next to her head and leaned in a little. "New?" Her breathing was slightly labored because of his proximity.

"It is, you like it?" He pushed his hips against hers. "You like it." He didn't let her say anything else as he kissed her.

…

Zoë woke up because of the sun, she looked at the alarm. 9 O'clock. She got up, trying not to wake Greg.

"Trying to sneak out?" She turned around and smiled at him.

"Didn't want to wake you." She had just put her underwear on and walked towards the closet for a T-shirt.

"Going already?" Zoë nodded.

"Busy day. Decided what you want to do yet?" He shook his head.

"Think I'm going to go outside for a little bit. Be a Dutchy."

"Is that even a word?"

"It is now."

"Got to go, got my cell with me. I'll text you when I'm coming back."

"Okay, good luck."

"Thanks."

"I love you."

"Love you to."

…

Zoë had brought flowers to her parents' grave. She had stood there for a couple of minutes before leaving. She then headed towards the cemetery where her teammates are buried. She left a rose on each of their graves. She stood a little longer at Joey's. She really missed him. She then texted Adam's wife, Julie, she was on her way.

Zoë parked the car in the driveway and knocked on the door, she could her the dog bark. A little boy opened the door, he looked just like Adam.

"Hey, you probably don't remember me. I'm Zoë. I'm here to see your mom."

"You're my daddy's friend."

"That's right. Is your mom here?" He nodded.

"Mommy said I could let you in." He walked back so she could enter. She closed the door behind her. She looked around the hall while she followed the boy to the living room. She noticed there weren't any pictures of Adam.

"Zoë, hi." Julie walked towards her and hugged her. When Zoë got sent home after she was kidnapped she spent most of the time with the guys wives.

"Hey, how are you?"

"I'm okay. You?"

"Pretty good actually."

"That's good to hear. Sit down, would you like to drink anything? Diet coke?" Zoë nodded. Julie went to the kitchen and returned with a glass.

"Thanks." She took a sip before placing it on the table. "So how has the past year been?"

"It's been okay. Tough, but okay. I just got a new job, so we're going good financially. But I don't have as much time anymore for the boys. They really need a man in their life." Zoë nodded.

"Matty looks like his dad."

"He does, doesn't he."

"Have you been able to start moving on?" Julie shook her head.

"I've been on a couple of first dates. But I just miss Adam too much."

"You'll always miss him, but that's because you love him so much." Julie nodded. "Is there anything I can do? I can help with?" Julie shook her head.

"Just you being here is great. I know I can ask you if anything is wrong." Then the dog walked in, she saw Zoë and started wagging her tail furiously. Zoë got up from the couch and sat down on the floor.

"My girl." She petted the dog. "How are you doing? Remember me, don't you?" She rolled her onto her back and scratched her stomach. "You are good, aren't you? How does it feel to be retired?" She looked at Julie while continuing to pet Sarah, the dog. "She looks good."

"She is, the boys love her. She's great with kids, fireworks scare her. But she knows she can come cuddle on the couch with me."

"Got a little PTSD, too bad. Not giving you any grief?"

"No, you trained her well. Adam told me you did most of that, before he.." Zoë nodded.

"They wanted the dog and I ended up training her. She was easy. Is it okay if we sit outside? Toss a ball while we talk?" Julie nodded.

…

They had talked for an hour, Julie was glad Zoë was doing good and found herself someone to love. Zoë now parked the car in Sydney's driveway before walking up to the door and knocking.

"Zoë, hi" Sydney opened the door and let her in. Zoë could hear a baby crying. She knew Sydney gave birth to her son, Joey, 5 months after Joey had died.

"Hey, how are you?"

"Not so good." She walked inside, Zoë followed her. Her house looked like a mess. There was broken furniture, it all looked a little run down.

"Can I see Joey?" She had named her son after him, that must be painful. Sydney nodded. And walked upstairs, followed closely by Zoë. Upstairs was pretty much the same. She walked into Joey's room, it looked different from the rest. It was clean and nothing was broken. Sydney picked Joey up and handed him over to Zoë. She rocked him slightly until he stopped crying. "How old is he now?"

"8 months."

"He's cute."

"When he's not waking me up every hour. I haven't had a decent night sleep in over 9 months, I was dating a guy, but he left, destroyed everything he could get his hands on except for this room."

"I can help you with that. I can take Joey tonight, give you a decent night of sleep. We can go buy new furniture tomorrow."

"I don't have the money to buy new stuff."

"I'll do it."

"Zoë, you don't have to."

"I want to. I promised Joey I would take care of you both. He was so happy when he heard you were pregnant, even if he was halfway across the globe. Let me help."

"Okay, if you can take him. That would be great. We can go shopping together."

"I need to call my boyfriend, but I'm sure it's fine. He could come with us tomorrow, help with the baby."

"That would be good." Zoë took out her phone and dialed Greg.

"Hey Zoë, everything okay?"

"Not really, is it okay if we have a guest tonight?"

"Joey's wife?"

"Kid, he's 8 months. Sydney really needs a good night sleep."

"Sure, just make sure you take everything we need. Diapers, formula.."

"I will, thanks Greg. I'll text you when I leave."

…

Zoë left an hour later, she had a car seat, diaper bag with everything she could possible need and an appointment to go shopping tomorrow. She texted Greg before getting in the car.

…

She walked inside the house with a diaper bag on her shoulder and a maxi-cosi in her hand. Greg walked towards her when he heard the door and took the bag from her. Kate and Liz looked up as they walked back in.

"Did I just miss nine months, or did you keep a huge thing from me?" Kate asked them.

A/N I can't STAND Dutch accents. My dad has one of those. AAAARRRGH!

I decided to let all the conversations where Greg wasn't around I would type in English. Obviously they spoke Dutch. Really a whole chapter with the () is a little much..

Zoë wanted a baby, Zoë got a baby. Borrowed a baby, let's see how they like it. We know Greg recognized the hungry cry, so he must still know some stuff..

I don't have to work anymore, so I've got more time to write. Which is why there were two chapters today, that and I like the reviews.