A/N So, next chapter. I didn't pass any of my three exams, bummer. Go enjoy the chapt.

Previously:

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

"Dean?"

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

…

"What are you…" He kept looking from Dean to Zoë.

"Happy birthday?" Dean offered. Greg looked happy, confused, but happy.

"Thank you. It's great to see you." He walked towards Dean. "Can I, hug you?" Dean nodded and hugged his father. Greg let go off him after a minute or so.

"I'll go, do something." Zoë smiled at the two of them before leaving towards their bedroom.

"How did you get here?"

"Zoë visited me two weeks ago." He looked a little anxious, afraid his dad may not like him. "I was thinking, maybe we could spent some time together?"

"Yes, of course. I'd love to." He scratched his head for a second. "What do you want to do? Are you hungry?"

"I'm a little hungry." Dean shrugged.

"Come, I'll make you something to eat. What do you want, pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, cereal?"

"Waffles sounds good." Greg smiled before starting on the batter. "So you sent me letters."

"Yes, did you read them?"

"Yeah, Zoë brought them with her to Dallas."

"When did you say she visited?"

"She told you she went to New York." He smiled and nodded. "She really cares about you."

"Yeah, I think she does."

…

Zoë had been watching tv in their bedroom, every now and then she would check that they weren't fighting, now was one of those moments. She had watched them eating earlier, after which they watched a movie and now they were just talking. She walked back to grab a bag from under their bed and walked back to the living room.

"Mind me interrupting for a minute?" Both looked up and smiled at her.

"No, of course not." It was Dean. Greg smiled, glad that Dean seemed to like both him and Zoë.

"I got something for both of you." Zoë gave them each a package. Which they both unwrapped.

"A hockey jersey." Dean smiled at her while holding up his white maple leafs jersey. He turned around to see whose it was. "Bozak, awesome. He's my favourite. Who did you get?" He asked his dad.

"I'm guessing Lupul." He looked at Zoë, she just smiled. He turned it around to find he was right. He made eye contact with her. "Thank you." It couldn't sound more genuine and grateful. And she knew he wasn't thanking her for just the jersey.

"I was thinking you could wear it to a hockey game, sometime?" Greg smiled, knowing exactly why she had gotten him those tickets for tonight's game.

"That would be great." Dean beamed.

"I got tickets for tonight's game for my birthday. Want to come with me Dean?"

"You don't mind?" He looked at Zoë.

"We'll go some other time." She smiled at Greg. "Anyway, the game starts at 5." Dean was onto her."I think." Greg and Dean exchanged looks. "So maybe you should get going?" Greg nodded and got up.

"We'll take a cab. Parking is hell." Zoë smiled at him. "Are you going to be okay?" He walked towards her.

"I'm going to be fine. Spikey is coming over. I'm getting take out and we're going to start on the guitar." Greg smiled and nodded.

"I love you." The words weren't empty, they were filled with meaning, his eyes backing him up.

"Go, get out of here, have fun. And invite him to stay over here." He nodded, pulled his new shirt on and walked out. She hadn't told him about the meet and greet on purpose. They were excited enough as it is.

…

The game had just finished, the leafs had won the cup, for the first time since 1967. Dean was really excited, Greg wouldn't admit it but he didn't know who was more excited, him or his son. Right then a security guard walked up to them.

"Mr Parker?" Greg glanced at his son.

"Yes."

"Could you follow me please?"

They followed the man backstage, the hallways were getting darker.

"Dad, who gave you those tickets? The mob?" He looked at his son.

"Zoë." He looked at the security guard. "Where are we going?"

"To your meet and greet of course. Here we are." Greg and Dean looked at each other, what meet and great? The security guard stopped in front of the locker room and knocked before opening the door. "You can go in."

They both stepped in to find the guys still in their gear.

"Hey, you must be Greg and Dean." Lupul stepped forward.

"Yes, we are." Greg was sure the look on their faces said it all. "How?"

"Zoë didn't tell you?" They both shook their heads, Lupul smiled. "It doesn't matter. Would you like an autograph?" They both nodded.

"We would love those."

"If you take the jersey off we can sign those." They both pulled them off immediately. Man could be such boys when it comes to sports.

Everyone had signed both the front and the back of the jerseys and they pulled them back on, knowing they would never wash them.

"Can we take a picture with you guys?" They positioned for a group picture. They had the camera on timer.

"Wait." It was Bozak, he grabbed the cup and handed it to Dean. "Just don't drop it." Dean nodded before Greg pushed the button and took his place in the group.

They had to leave, the leafs had a press conference to give.

"Wait." It was Bozak. He grabbed his gloves and signed them. "I used these the entire cup." He handed them over to Dean.

"Wow, cool. Thank you so much."

"Have fun with those." They smiled as Greg and Dean left the locker-room.

"How did Zoë.." Dean let his sentence trail off.

"I have no idea." Greg smiled at his son. "But I must say, it was one hell of a surprise."

"Yeah, it was." Dean smiled at his dad. "Mom said you would probably try to buy my love." Greg looked serious in an instant. "But I'm thinking Zoë really wants us to have something in common."

"I think she does. Are you flying back tonight?" He shook his head.

"Tomorrow."

"Where are you staying?"

"Hotel."

"You can stay with us, we've got guest bedrooms."

"That would be great. "

…

They walked inside, dumped their coats and shoes and walked towards the living room. Zoë looked at them from the couch.

"How was it? Did they win?" Greg nodded.

"It was great, thank you so much. I almost thought dad was in trouble when a man came to get us." Zoë smiled.

"Did I forget to tell you about that?" Greg smiled.

"Yes you did."

"Where they nice to you?"

"They signed our shirts, and Bozak gave me his gloves." Dean beamed.

"That's awesome Dean. I'm glad you had fun." Zoë couldn't stop smiling.

"Have you eaten yet?" He resisted the urge to kiss her in front of Dean.

"Take-out with Spike."

"Owyeah."

"There's some left in the fridge, I can warm it up for you?"

"Dean, you hungry?" Greg asked his son.

"No, I think those three hot dogs did it." Greg smiled and checked his watch.

"I think I'm going to bed, I have to work tomorrow at six." He looked at Dean. "I could take a personal day?"

"Nah, you got to save lives. Right?" Zoë smiled. "Besides, I'm sure Zoë wouldn't mind hanging with me?" Dean thought for a second. "Or do you have to work as well?"

"Nope, not for a month or so." Dean looked curious. "I got shot twice." Dean noticed the sadness on his dad's face.

"Was it close?" They both nodded.

"Very." Zoë looked at Greg for a second. "So your dad will be glad to know someone's keeping an eye on me. Keeping me from doing something stupid."

"I think I'm going to bed, call mom. Tell her I'm okay."

They all said goodbye and went to their rooms. Zoë walked into their room after Greg, she was pushed against the door the second it was closed. He kissed her, he had been wanting to do that all day.

"Thank you, for everything today." She touched his face.

"It's fine Greg, I'm just happy you could talk to your son."

"And the game, and the leafs. How did you know them anyway?"

"A magician never reveals her tricks." She repeated the sentence he had given her when she unwrapped the bullet proof vest on her birthday.

"Well, thank you. Magician."

"No need to thank me. Now, let's go to sleep. You have to be up at five." He kissed her once more before stepping back to change into his pyjama bottoms and a shirt.

…

They heard the alarm beeping, Greg turned so he could shut it off.

"You really should be more of a morning person by now." Zoë smiled.

"Well, I'm sorry I want to stay in bed with my amazing girlfriend."

"Can you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Can you take the shirt to work and make sure Ed sees it?"

"Are you trying to make him jealous?"

"No." She made it sound like it was the most impossible thing in the world. "I just want him to know that I won."

"Won what?"

"Everything." Greg shook his head, not getting it.

"Sure, I'll do that. But just this once." He smiled at her before getting up to get dressed.

"I'll go start on those eggs of yours." She got up and walked away in her sweatpants and a shirt.

…

Greg walked into the kitchen.

"Hmm, you rarely make me eggs and bacon." He pulled finished buttoning his shirt. "You think they're unhealthy."

"Yes, well it's your birthday weekend."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. They didn't see Dean walking towards them. He cleared his throat. Greg let go immediately and Zoë blushed immensely.

"Morning." Dean said casually.

"Morning." They said in unison.

"Don't worry about it, mom dates too." Dean smiled at his dad.

"You're up early." Zoë said, changing the subject.

"Yeah, I smelled eggs." He looked at the pan. "Can I have some?"

"Sure, but let me just give these to your dad. He needs to leave in 15 minutes." Dean nodded. "You want bacon with those, Greg?"

"You know I do." Zoë smiled, shaking her head.

She put his eggs and bacon on a plate and started on Deans. Greg enjoyed them before getting up and kissing Zoë on her cheek.

"I will see you at dinner, what time was your flight Dean?"

"Four"

"Zoë can drop you off?" He looked at Zoë for conformation, she nodded.

"Sounds good." Greg smiled at Dean.

"Be careful." Zoë told him. He nodded before walking out.

"What do you want to do today?" She handed Dean his eggs and bacon before poring her cereal. He thought for a second.

"I would like to see where dad works, if that's okay?"

"Sure, why didn't you ask him? I'm sure he would like to give you a tour."

"I wasn't sure if I wanted to go yet." Zoë nodded.

…

They were standing in the elevator. They had enjoyed their breakfast and talked a little before getting in the car, heading to SRU.

"Hey Kira." Zoë smiled at her. "This is Dean, I'm giving him a tour. Are the guys here?"

"Team two is off today, team one is outside." Zoë nodded.

"Come on, I'll show you around inside first."

Zoë showed him the gym, briefing room and they stood outside the cage that held all the gear. Obviously he wasn't allowed inside it.

"My dad is the boss, right?"

"Yes, he is team one's sergeant. He's head negotiator, so he tries talking them down."

"Is he good at it?"

"The best."

They walked outside and found them doing an obstacle course. They walked towards Ed, he was holding a stopwatch.

"Hey, Greg busy?"

"Yeah, should be here any second." They watched as he slightly stumbled over the course "Hey Dean, remember me?"

"Mr Lane, right?"

"You can call me Ed, kid." He had some trouble with the wall, causing both Zoë and Dean to laugh. Greg noticed and walked over to them.

"Oh, I would like to see you do it.." He told Dean. "What are you guys doing here? Something wrong?"

"No, I just wanted to see where you work before I go home." Greg nodded. Spike walked up to them.

"Didn't know we were recruiting this young?" He smiled at Dean.

"Meet Dean, meet Spike." Dean shook his hand and noticed the time.

"I should get going." He looked at Zoë.

"Sure, come on. I'll drop you." Greg said goodbye again before they left.

…

She had just watched as Dean walked through security. She had decided to wait until his flight had departed, to make sure he wouldn't be stuck at the airport. His flight was scheduled to leave in 10 minutes when her phone rang. She checked caller ID and picked up.

"Molls, hi what's up?" Zoë and Molly, Owen's 'sister', had spent many days together. Molly was in between jobs and Zoë was bored by herself. They had shopped, watched tv and talked.

"Hey, not much. Just wondering what you were doing?"

"Not much, just waiting for Dean's plane to leave."

"Yeah, how'd that go? Was Greg happy to see him?"

"Ecstatic, he was like a kid on Christmas morning. Very cute."

"Good, so do you want to watch a movie or something?"

"Sure, Greg's shift doesn't finish until like 6 anyway."

"Half an hour your place?"

"My place again?"

"What can I say, I like your tv.."

"Sure, half an hour. See you then." She hung up. She looked towards a screen that showed all the departures. Flight KL168 to Dallas was 'departed', so she got up and walked to her car.

…

Zoë and Molly had just finished watching a movie. Molly didn't want to go home so she waited for Greg to get there.

"So are you dating anyone?" Zoë asked her, she loved talking personal.

"We spoke three days ago!"

"You could've met someone in the meantime."

"Not me. Maybe I'm just too picky."

"What are you looking for?"

"He has to be funny, kind, sweet and smart but I don't really care about looks."

"You know you're describing a nerd, right?" Molly thought about it for a second.

"I guess.."

"It shouldn't be hard to find a decent nerd."

"Can you help me?"

"You need me to help you find a nerd?"

"Yes." Zoë sighed, but inwardly she was smiling.

"Sure." She thought about It for a second. She knows the perfect guy. She smiled at her. "Let me think about it." Molly nodded.

Greg walked up to Zoë and kissed her on her cheek.

"Evening ladies."

"Hey Greg." Molly smiled at him.

"Let me just put my bag away and I'll start on dinner."

"I want him, can I have him?"

"You want Greg?"

"Yes, only with a little bit more hair.. He's kind, sweet, funny and smart."

"Are you calling my boyfriend a nerd?"

"No… you called him a nerd."

Greg walked into the kitchen and got dinner started.

"Molly, are you staying for dinner?" He called from the kitchen.

"No, thanks."

"You sure? I'm making pizza?"

"He makes his own pizza?" Zoë smiled and nodded.

"It's even better than you can imagine."

"I really have to meet up with Owen.." Molly said.

"I'll make sure he makes extra and you can pick one up tomorrow? For you and Owen?"

"Sounds great."

Molly walked into the kitchen to say goodbye to Greg before hugging Zoë and leaving. Zoë walked towards Greg and sat down on the counter.

"Can you make four extra?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Sure, want to tell me why?"

"I will bring you three for lunch tomorrow at SRU." He nodded.

"And the other?"

"I'm going to play matchmaker."

"Don't play matchmaker.."

"Why not?"

"Because it always turns out bad when people try.. don't you watch movies?"

"And then it always turns out good? Don't you watch movies?"

"Name one where matchmaking went wrong before going right." Zoë thought for a second.

"Life as we know it." He smiled.

"Of course you pick one with a baby." She threw a little flower at him, still sitting on the counter.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You keep dropping unsubtle hints."

"No I don't…" 'Do I?' She thought to herself.

"Yes you do. I know, you love babies and kids."

"Seriously, I don't drop hints.." She thought for a second. "Name one, Life As We Know It does not count!"

"You keep telling me how cute babies are every time we're with Izzie."

"Can you deny she's cute?"

"We walked past a bunch of strollers in a store and you said that one of them looked nice." He smiled at her, did she not notice she did that?

"No. I didn't… God, I did.."

"You go think about that. Just so I know, you're not messing with the birth control so we get 'accidentally' pregnant, right?" She threw some more flower at him. "I'll take that as a No."

"Go make 5 pizzas.."

She sat there until he made the pizza's, it took him about an hour. She watched him work and thought about what he said. She was still deep in thought when he came to stand in between her legs.

"It's okay, to think about kids. I think about them too."

"You do?" He thought about the ring he had given Ed, to make sure Zoë wouldn't find it.

"Yeah. I do."

"I didn't even notice I was doing that." He smiled. "Next time, tell me. So I know."

"I will, pizza's in the oven. How was your day with Dean and Molly?"

"Good, quiet, yours?"

"Busy."

"Tell me about it?" He nodded and started explaining his day to her.

…

She arrived at noon with the warm pizza's at SRU.

"Winnie, they here?" She nodded. Zoë walked to the briefing room and put the pizza's down. She then walked to the gym.

"Hey, Zoë what are you doing here?"

"There's lunch in the briefing room." Everyone stopped what they were doing and practically ran there. She had kept one pizza in her car, to make sure they didn't eat it before Molly could get here.

…

There was knocking on the briefing room door. They all looked up to see Molly.

"Hey, Molly. Your pizza is in my car." She looked at Spike. "Spike, my side is a little sore. You mind walking down with her and giving it?" Spike got up.

"No, of course not." Zoë handed him the keys and watched as he and Molly walked towards the elevator.

"Zoë, if you're hurting you should rest." It was Ed.

"What? No, I'm not resting you idiot.."

"I don't…" Ed looked confused.

"She's trying to set them up." Jules answered.

"Set them up for what?" Ed still didn't get it.

"Romance, Eddie." Greg helped him.

…

Spike and Molly walked towards the elevator.

"Molly, was it?"

"Yes. Spike?"

"I used to have Spikey hair." Molly nodded.

"You don't mind, might be missing out on that pizza."

"I'm sure they'll leave some. So how do you know Zoë?"

…

Spike walked back up, and joined the rest in the briefing room. He grabbed Zoë keys out of his pocket, a note slipping out of it. Zoë grabbed the note from the floor. She smiled at what she read.

"Is that Molly's phone number?" Spike smiled a little.

"Yeah, I asked her out. She told me to call her. If you don't want me.."

"Shut up. You go out with her if you want to, but I do know who you work with.." She smiled at him. "And I want to hear how it went." She handed him the note back.

A/N I checked the maple leafs rankings/standings. They don't seem to be good xD And one of my reviewers told me they haven't been in the playoffs for a while. I actually had to google playoffs (and check it with fireandice), apparently what I call finals you call playoffs..