A/N So I fucked up my exams. Blech. Here is your chapter :)

previously:

"I'll be there around 1?" Zoë nodded. "This doesn't mean I want him in my life."

"I know. I'll see you tomorrow." She turned towards Rose, she looked pissed. "It was nice meeting you." Zoë extended her hand and Rose shook it reluctantly.

…

Zoë was just coming back from a run when she noticed Dean in front of her hotel door. She checked her watch to see it wasn't even half past 12, apparently he was eager to talk.

"Dean, hey." He looked around and looked slightly relieved.

"Hey, I'm a little early." Zoë smiled.

"That's okay. Come on." She opened the door and he followed her in. "Have you decided on a place to grab lunch?"

"I was thinking maybe a diner, there's a good one not too far from here."

"Sounds good." She grabbed some clothes from her bag. "Let me just change, you can grab something from the mini-bar if you want." Dean nodded before sitting down, watching her move into the bathroom.

…

She walked back out in jeans and a shirt.

"You ready?" He nodded and threw his soda can in the bin. "Lead the way."

Neither talked while they were waiting for the elevator.

"Was there a reason you were so early?" Dean shrugged. "Guessing your mom doesn't like me much." Dean smiled a little.

"Understatement."

"Was she mad that you're meeting with me?"

"Not mad, just not happy." Zoë smiled. "So, you're dating my dad?"

"Yeah, almost a year now." They sat down at an table in the diner.

"Why did you come all the way here?"

"To meet you, and I was hoping you would want to meet with your dad."

"What did the letters say?"

"I don't know, I haven't read them. But I sneaked them out, bringing them with me. They're meant for you, if you come back to the hotel I will give them to you?" He nodded just as the waiter came up. They placed their order.

"I would like that. What is he like?"

"He's sweet, gentle, kind and a great friend. He's always there if you need him."

"My mom has only told me bad stories."

"Well, he told me he wasn't a great guy back then. He was in homicide then."

"Hobbies?"

"Reading. He likes to read, we watch TV together. And run on the weekends with Ed and his kid."

"Clark, right?"

"Yeah, he's your age."

"I remember him vaguely."

"He's a nice kid."

"So, does he know you're here?" Zoë laughed a little.

"No, he doesn't. He thinks I'm in New York, meeting a friend."

"Why didn't you tell him?"

"I didn't want to get his hopes up. The look he gets every time one of those letters come back, it's just.. Heartbreaking."

"I didn't know."

"It's not your fault Dean." He nodded and took a bite from his newly arrived burger.

"When is his birthday?"

"Two weeks, February 16th" He nodded. "Tell me about you. What are your hobbies?"

"I like watching sports."

"What kind of?"

"I used to be into racing, but I like ice hockey now."

"What team?"

"Maple leafs."

"Toronto team." Zoë smiled.

"Are you into ice hockey?" He asked her.

"I try." She sighed. "Your dad loves it. I'm starting to learn the rules."

"So what sport do you like?"

"Soccer. It stuck with me from back home."

"You're not Canadian?"

"No, Dutch." Dean nodded. "Do you want anything else to eat or drink?" He shook his head and Zoë picked up the tab. "Come, I'll go give you those letters. And then I should go to the airport." Dean nodded and they got up.

…

Dean looked at the envelopes in his hand while Zoë packed her bag.

"Is everything okay?" Dean nodded.

"Can I have your phone number? So I can call you when I made a decision?" Zoë nodded and wrote her number down.

"Here you go." She checked her watch. Her flight left in an hour and a half. "I really have to go Dean." He nodded and got up, stuffing the letters in his backpack.

…

Zoë put her bag next to the door as she arrived home. She could hear the TV and a lot of laughing. She walked up to see team one watching a movie.

"I'm gone for one night.." They all turned around to look at her. Zoë laughed as they were all wearing 3D glasses.

"Hey, want to watch with us?" Greg offered her glasses.

"Depends on what you're watching. "

"Knight and day in 3D." Zoë shrugged and put the glasses on. She sat down on the ground in front of the couch, next to Spike. Her couch did not have room for 8 people.

…

"Greg, your birthday is coming up." It was Ed, they had just finished the movie.

"Any ideas for a present?"

"No idea Eddie." They all sighed. Getting a present for Greg was a challenge, every damn year.

"Zoë?" Wordy asked.

"I had trouble thinking of one myself. Leave me out of this will you?"

"You're not supposed to have trouble.."

"After what he gave me, hell yeah I had trouble."

"So you've got something already?" She showed them a wicked smile. "So help us think."

"What about stamps, to start his new hobby. Or maybe you prefer knitting?" Greg smiled at her.

"Wise ass." Zoë got up.

"Anyone want a drink?"

"Ed brought beers, I would like one." Spike smiled.

"Spike, you're the designated driver.." Wordy smiled.

"Ow, yeah.."

…

Zoë's phone rang early the next morning.

"Zoë."

"It's detective Beckett." Zoë groaned inwardly.

"Hi. Do you even know what time it is?"

"6"

"Exactly."

"I just wanted to tell you that you are no longer a murder suspect."

"Okay, can I have my rifle back now?"

"Yes, but we would like your help." Zoë laughed.

"My help?"

"Yes."

"You want my help catching the guy who killed the son of bitch who murdered my parents?"

"Yes."

"What makes you think I'll help."

"You want justice."

"For my family.. I think he had it coming."

"So you won't help us?" Zoë thought for a second.

"What would you need me to do?"

"Shoot an ice bullet." Zoë laughed.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm serious. "

"Someone just took the bullet with them."

"There was no exit wound. You think the guard who found him reached inside his body to retrieve the bullet?"

"You think they made an bullet of ice.."

"Can you do it? We know where he shot from."

"Sure, I don't have anything better to do. Besides, I can always use a good laugh."

"Do you need a spotter?"

"How many miles away was it? Anything under 5 I can do by myself."

"6,5"

"Can I bring a spotter?"

"Yes that's fine."

"Let me know when you need me."

…

She picked Ed up a couple of hours later.

"Ice bullet? Really?"

"Hey, they want to try it."

"That won't work."

"What I said." She started the car and drove off towards 12th precinct.

…

"Detective Beckett, where do you want me?" They walked up to her desk.

"Is this your spotter?" She extended her hand.

"Ed." He shook her hand. "Ice bullet?" He smiled slightly.

"Our ME and tech guys are convinced that's the only option."

"What do you need me for?"

"You're the only one in 50 miles who is known to shoot from farther than 6 miles. Anyone within 50 miles with the skill is deployed." Zoë nodded. "Let's get going. Can you follow me in your car?" Zoë nodded.

…

"From here you should have a view into the cell, there is a dummy there. We want you to shoot him in his stomach." Zoë nodded. "There's a red dot under the cell window."

"But you don't know this is the exact rifle used?" Beckett shook her head. "Then I don't get how this will help, but fine." She laid down on the ground so she could find her target. She saw a window with a red dot under it. She looked into the windows and saw what looked like a dummy. "I hope your guys balanced this bullet right." She took the bullet out of the liquid nitrogen and put it in her gun. "Are you guys on the inside ready?"

"Ready." Beckett said.

Ed gave her the wind direction and strength. Zoë adjusted her rifle and pulled the trigger. She looked up at Beckett.

"They're entering. Dummy is not hit."

"I'm guessing it melted within 5 meters. Want me to shoot a real bullet? Now we're here?" Beckett nodded. "This bullet will go fast, probably right through the dummy. They can't stay in front of the cell."

"Give me a minute to get my guys out." She talked on the phone for a second. "Okay, you're clear."

"Ed, no parameter breach?" Ed looked around with his binoculars.

"You're clear. Wind hasn't changed." Zoë shot the bullet.

"Okay, you hit him dead in his stomach. Bullet went right into his spine." Zoë nodded and she and Ed got up. "Good job."

"So can we go home?"

"Yes thank you. They would need an actual bullet so someone was in on it." Zoë and Ed walked towards their car.

"Ice bullet.."

"Ha." They smiled at each other and got into the car.

…

"So, what are you getting Greg?" Ed asked as Zoë pulled onto the road.

"A couple of things."

"Want to share?"

"I can tell you a part of it?" Ed nodded. "Dean."

"You're getting him Dean?"

"I went to Dallas, not New York." Ed nodded. "I talked to him, gave him the letters. He never knew, it was his mom. He thought about it and gave me a call last night. He wants to come over and meet his dad."

"Wow."

"Yeah, I didn't expect him to. Anyway, it's the day after his birthday, the Leafs are playing the Stanley cup finals that night. I'm going to get Greg tickets. So he can take his kid."

"Those tickets aren't easy to get."

"The Leafs owe me a favour."

"Are you kidding me? You know them?"

"Yep. Had a call there a couple of weeks before I got shot."

"You lucky bastard." Zoë smiled at him.

"You're giving him his kid back.. How can I top that." Zoë smiled.

…

Zoë had gotten a call from the detective that evening, they had caught his killer. It was all pretty easy after they had found out which guard had taken the bullet. Patrick had raped his sister, but they weren't able to prove it. His sister had killed herself, she was the only one there. He then struck a deal and had Patrick killed.

…

Zoë was laying awake in bed while Greg was asleep, she was watching the clock. Waiting for it to pass 12 o'clock. She smiled as it read 00:01. She had it on 24-hour notation. She turned around to see Greg laying on his back. She nuzzled his neck before kissing him, she checked but he was still asleep. She straddled him and leaned forward kissing him again, this time waking him. He blinked a couple of times before realising what was happening and he put his hands on her hips.

"Waking me up in the middle of the night again?"

"Like you mind?"

"No." She smiled and kissed him.

"Happy birthday." He looked at the clock, surprised it read 00:05.

"Best birthday wake-up ever." He smiled before kissing her again. He then realised something. "No physical activities." He stroked her face.

"Means I can't enjoy, doesn't mean you can't enjoy." She smiled at him.

"But you will be left all hot and bothered."

"It's your birthday, not mine." He smiled at her.

"Best girlfriend ever."

…

Their alarm went off at 5, he groaned yanking the alarm out of the socket.

"It's early."

"I promise not to wake you up on your birthday again." Zoë smiled.

"Oh, no please do." He got up and walked towards the shower.

"I'll start breakfast." She smiled and walked towards the kitchen.

…

He walked in to the wonderful smell that was bacon, eggs, sausage and waffles.

"Wow, smells nice." He walked behind her and wrapped his arm around her middle.

"Good, which do you want first?" He kissed her neck.

"Eggs with bacon and sausage, please." He nuzzled her neck, his unshaven face tickling her.

"Here you go. Enjoy." She had a waffle.

..

He grabbed his gym bag.

"I will see you tonight? It's Friday, we're going out to the bar."

"I'll be there." He kissed her before leaving.

She then went to take a shower and get dressed, she needed to pick up his cake and deliver it at SRU. She also had to go to the Leafs to pick up those tickets and thank the guys. The leafs were first.

…

She knocked on the leafs locker room.

"Are you all dressed?"

"Zoë, come in."

She walked in.

"Not in uniform today?"

"Nah, not for a little while."

"Something happen?"

"Got shot is what happened. Anyway, thanks for having me."

"Please, you saved our lives." Everyone nodded.

"Got you those front row seats." Joffrey Lupul, the left winger, walked towards her. "Sure you don't want to go out with me?" He smiled, only half joking.

"My boyfriend wouldn't like that." She took the tickets. "Thanks."

"For your boyfriend and his long lost son right?" He said. Zoë nodded. "They can come here after the game. We will sign whatever they want, and they can get a picture with the cup."

"That confident you'll win?"

"Yes. Of course." Zoë smiled.

"That would be great guys, just don't say anything about the long lost son part." They nodded. "Thank you so much, I owe you."

"I think our lives a worth a couple of autographs and pictures." Their goalie smiled at her.

"Thanks, I have to go though. Have to pick up a cake. I will tell them they can come here." She smiled at them, thanked them again and left.

…

"Hey, Winnie. Are they here?"

"Gym."

"Can you use the PA-system to tell them there's a emergency in the briefing room?" Zoë showed her the cake. She smiled and nodded.

Zoë had taken the cake out of the box and started lighting the candles when she heard Winnie's voice.

"Team one, report to briefing room."

Zoë had just finished lighting the candles when they walked in. Greg was wearing a birthday hat, she was sure they forced him to. They sang a song and watched as Greg blew out the candles. Everyone congratulated him and enjoyed the cake. Zoë grabbed a piece and brought it to Winnie.

"Team one, hot call. Gear up."

Zoë missed the jumping to action part. Everyone got up as she stayed seated. She laughed as Spike shoved as much cake into his mouth as possible before following the rest. Greg was dressed first and stopped in front of the briefing room, waiting for his team.

"Give the rest to team two, thanks for the cake. See you in a couple." He smiled at her before leaving. Zoë cleaned up their mess up before walking towards Winnie.

"Can you give me a headset?" Winnie nodded and gave her one.

…

The call was standard, just another housewife who was holding a knife to her cheating husband. They were able to talk her down without an aggressive entry.

They were now sitting in O'Malleys, having a drink and celebrating his birthday. Zoë leaned into Greg.

"Greg, you feel like grabbing dinner?" Zoë asked.

"Sure, where you want to go?"

"It's your birthday you chose."

"Italian?"

"Sure."

"We're going to grab dinner guys. Thank you for the birthday celebrations and presents." He grabbed a bag full of the presents they gave him.

…

A phone call woke them up the next morning. Zoë check her phone to see 'Dean'. She smiled and got up to walk away from Greg so she could pick it up.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"I am, I just landed. I was wondering if you were still coming to pick me up?"

"Yes of course! I though you didn't land until noon?"

"Yeah, I forgot to text you. I took an earlier flight." Zoë smiled.

"That's okay. I'll be there in 30. Have you cleared customs yet?"

"No, so half an hour should be fine."

"Okay, I'll call you when I get there."

…

"Why are you getting dressed?"

"I need to pick up your last birthday present"

"There's more besides the tickets?" Zoë smiled, he was so happy when he unwrapped those at O'Malleys.

"There is. I'll be back in an hour or so. Make sure you're home. And dressed." He smiled.

"Of course."

…

She had picked up Dean and they were now headed upstairs.

"You look nervous." Zoë smiled at Dean.

"I am. I wonder what he's like."

"I think you'll like him." She opened the door.

"Greg, I brought someone." He walked towards them and froze when he saw Dean.

"Dean?"

"Hi, dad." Dean stood there a little awkwardly.

A/N You can't kill someone with an ice bullet xD They met, yay :)