A/N Yeah, I don't know much about 8 months old babies.. except that they can't really walk yet. So I used google and found a website that helped with the progress. So, you know. Don't blame me too much if I see she can do a handstand or something.

Warning: slight cliffhanger

Previously:

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.

…

"Sydney needs a night off. So we're taking him tonight."

"What's his name?" Kate walked towards the baby.

"Joey." She looked at Greg. "Do you want to him?" She asked him.

"Yeah, I'd love to." She sat the maxi-cosi down and handed the boy to Greg.

"How old was he again?"

"8 months, approximately."

"So he's crawling and banging stuff." He looked towards a low table. He should be able to reach it. "Anything you don't want broken should be off that table."

"How do you know that?" Liz asked. "Do you have a kid?"

"No, I just like kids." Joey was happy in Greg's arms. He kept trying to reach his nose and eyes. Every now and then Greg would let him. Then they smelled something. "Someone's got a dirty diaper." Greg smiled at Zoë. "Do you know how to change a diaper?"

"Are you kidding me? How should I know that? If you want someone shot from 6K away, I'm your woman. I figured you knew how to change a diaper."

"I do, Come on, I'll show you." He changed the diaper.

"Like it was yesterday." She said. He smiled at her.

"It's not that hard." He put Joey on the ground on his stomach. "Keep an eye on him though, some of them can crawl pretty fast." Kate and Liz smiled at their domesticity before leaving to go get the take-out.

"Dean could walk with nine months. He was a pain in the ass." Zoë smiled.

"Clearly he took after his father."

"Are you calling me a pain in the ass?"

"I am." She looked back over to Joey to see him crawling away. She quickly closed the door to the hallway and stairs. "We've got ourselves a baby." Greg grabbed a toy from the diaper bag and handed it to him, he grabbed it and started smashing it on the table. "Do they sleep through the nights, or do we have to get up in the middle of the night?"

"We should be able to sleep through. He probably naps two times a day. Did he have his nap?"

"Said said he had one after lunch. So I'm guessing that's the last one before going to bed in three hours?"

"Should be. How about you give him his formula?" She glared at him. "I know, you can shoot from 6K away but you can't make baby formula. Hand me the container and a bottle, will you?" He walked to the kitchen to make the formula. She took Joey in her arms and followed him.

"He's going to make your dinner. Yes he is." She talked to the baby, Greg turned around and looked at her, making her blush and feel like a total fool for talking to a baby.

"No go on, he needs it. And it's cute when you do it."

He handed her the bottle a couple of minutes later. She walked to the couch and sat on it. Joey sitting on her lap. She handed him the bottle, he happily took it and started eating.

"He was hungry." Zoë said while looking at the boy. "You're just like your daddy. Your daddy was always complaining he was hungry. Ate all our food before we even had a chance to." He had finished the whole bottle by the time Kate and Liz were back with their food. Zoë handed Joey to Greg before getting up and walking towards Liz.

"There was a woman here earlier, she wanted me to give you something." Liz looked up.

"What?" She was rewarded with a huge slap in her face. Zoë had put most of her strength in it. "Ouch, what was that for?!"

"She wanted me to tell you to 'Stay away from my husband' his name is Simon, ring a bell?" Liz nodded. "One of these days they're coming over here with a gun, Liz. We've seen it plenty." She looked at Greg for confirmation. He nodded. "Just, warn me when you take some poor woman's husband. So I know I can get a slap when I open the door."

…

Zoë had changed Joey's diaper before putting him to bed. Greg laughed when she changed his diaper because she had a little trouble. They enjoyed the rest of their evening before going to bed.

Zoë woke up, she heard a baby crying. She looked to her right and noticed it was 3 AM.

"I thought you said they sleep through the night." She stretched before getting up.

"Dean did." He looked at her. "Need some help with that formula?"

"Yeah, that'd be good." They both got up. Greg walked downstairs to start on the formula while Zoë grabbed Joey. He took the bottle upstairs with him and handed it to her. Joey started eating right away. "Do you believe in heaven?"

"Yes. I think they're up there, watching us. Do you?"

"I don't know. I hope there is. But I don't know, I hope my parents are looking, and Joey is keeping an eye out for this little boy here. He was so excited to become a dad." She looked down at the little boy in her arms.

"You want a baby, don't you?" She smiled.

"I do, just not now. I want to have my life in order." She looked up at him. "You?"

"I'm traditional. I want to get married first. But yeah, I'd love a baby."

"You would have to make a lot of time though, I'm not going to do it all by myself." He nodded.

"I would. I make time for you, don't I?"

"Yes, you do." He finished the bottle. She put him back in his crib before walking back to their bed. They laid in bed, she laid with her head on his shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you too." He kissed the top of her head before turning off the lights.

…

They had gone furniture shopping today. The man would deliver it the same day. They were now at Sydney's waiting for them. They were sitting outside when they heard the doorbell. Zoë went to open it, expecting the men from the store. But when she opened the door, she noticed it was a different man.

"Can I help you?" He looked like a bad guy.

"I'm here for Sydney." He told her in bad English.

"Who are you?"

"I'm her boyfriend." Ah, this was the guy who destroyed everything here.

"You destroy her furniture."

"Where is she?" He tried to walk in but Zoë blocked him. "Bitch, is she inside."

"You're not going inside."

"Bitch, let me in."

"Greg" Zoë called for Greg, sure this man would try to barge in again. Greg walked and as soon as he saw the man he knew he was up to no good. "Your not getting in." He hit her. Greg walked passed Zoë and pushed the man outside.

"Don't hit her. Go away." The man kept his ground. "Do you want me to call the cops?" Greg pulled out his phone. The man still kept his ground. Greg pushed a few buttons, he had no idea what the number was but he was trying to bluff himself out of it.

"Fine, I'll be back." The man walked away. Greg closed the door and turned around to check on Zoë, her lip was busted.

"You okay?" He wiped some blood away. She nodded.

"He's coming back." She told Greg before walking towards Sydney. "Was that the jerk you dated?" She nodded. "You should get a restraining order against him."

"Who would do that?" Greg and Zoë looked at each other.

"I know someone."

…

Jeremy Kroes had just left, they were going to give the jerk a restraining order and charge him with assault. She had thanked him profusely, knowing he was a homicide detective. The men from the furniture store had showed up while the detective was there and had replaced her furniture, Zoë paid them extra to take all the broken stuff with them. They walked around the house one more time. Everything was in order. She told Sydney she would drop by in a couple of days and that if there was anything she could call.

…

Their holiday was almost over, they were leaving tonight, she had visited Sydney again yesterday. She had given Julie another call and they met up for coffee. Her two boys were at a play date and she had taken Sarah, the dog, with her. She recognized Zoë before Julie even noticed her. They had finished their cup of coffee before going to walk back to Julie's house when they walked passed a man. Sarah started howling and pawing at the ground.

"Wat is er met je hond?" The man asked them.
(What's wrong with the dog?)

"Ik heb geen idée, dat heeft ze nog nooit gedaan." Julie answered.
(I have no idea, she's never done this.)

Zoë knew what she was doing. There were happening to walk two cops by. They noticed the dog and one of them knew what she was doing and walked towards them.

"Gaat alles hier goed?" One of the cops asked.
(Is everything okay?)

"Ja, niks aan de hand. De hond doet gewoon gek." Antwoordde de man.
(Yes, everything okay, the dog is just crazy.)

The cop turned towards Zoë and Julie.

"Is het een drugshond?" He whispered. Zoë nodded.
(Is it a drug sniffing dog?)

"Meneer, kunt u zich omdraaien met uw handen tegen de muur?" He did as told.
(Sir, can you turn around and put your hands against the wall?)

The officer looked into his bag and found several suspicious packages. They called for backup and looked inside, it were big bags of white powder. He put one in front of Sarah and she started pawing the ground again.

"Waar werkt ze?" He asked Zoë.
(Where does she work?)

"Niet, ze is meegekomen vanuit Irak."
(She doesn't. We brought her with us from Iraq.)

The officer nodded, thanked them for helping in getting it off the streets. He would give Julie a call because of some technicalities.

They returned to Julie's.

"Wow, dat was vreemd." Julie said, bedazzled.
(Wow, that was weird.)

"My girl still got it." Zoë smiled at her before petting her.

…

"You never guess what happened to me today." She walked into her bedroom. Greg had almost finished packing.

"You helped to a man down."

"Close, Sarah caught a drug-dealer." Greg looked up.

"Sarah.. Oh, the dog." Zoë nodded. "What did he have?"

"Something that looked like 7 kilos of cocaine."

"Wow."

"Indeed. You almost packed?" He nodded and closed the suitcase. Zoë had packed this morning before leaving to meet up with Julie.

"I think I got everything. Want to check for me?" Zoë nodded and walked towards the bathroom before checking under the bed and in the closet.

"Looks like we're all ready to go. I already brought the car back, Kate is giving us a ride. Let's go." He nodded and grabbed his suitcase.

…

Zoë and Greg were sitting in business class again. They both had a permit to take their guns on the plane. Zoë got up to use the bathroom, when she noticed one of the passengers in economy had a gun in his bag. She used the restroom before walking towards a flight attendant.

"Excuse me, my name is Zoë Washburn. I'm a Toronto police officer. Is there anyone besides me and my boyfriend allowed with a gun on board?" The flight attendant looked her over before grabbing a sheet from a cabinet.

"No miss." Zoë swallowed and thanked her before returning to her seat.

"They're planning to take over this airplane." She whispered to Greg.

A/N Cliffhanger? didn't have much time to reread it, so had to do it in a hurry.