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Prompt #30: Johanna - She smiled when she heard her brunette daughter's laughter mingling with her husband's.

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"Mama, Mama! Look!"

Her mother looked up from her paperwork and smiled. "That's a very good drawing, honey," she said, looking at the stick figures. "Is that me?"

"No Mama, you're the one with the black jacket," said the little girl. "That's Dad there, in the brown one."

The woman's smile grew larger when she saw the unmistakeable brown coat. "Why, so it is. Where are we, honey?"

"Putting away bad guys! See?" Her daughter pointed at the scowling stick-person being led away by the blue-dressed police officer. "You got him! Going to get locked up!"

"Sure looks like it." She closed her book, and reached down to hug the five-year-old girl. "Did you show your father yet?"

The girl gasped. "No! I'm gonna do it now!" With that statement, she bolted for her father's room faster than a rabbit. Within a minute, there was a booming male laugh mixed in with girlish squealing that painted a clear picture of a high spinning hug.

Johanna Beckett laughed to herself, then returned to her work amid the sounds of her family.

Many years later...

"Mama, Mama!"

Kate looked up and saw her daughter speeding into the living room like a miniature tornado. "What is it, honey?" she asked.

"Look what I drew! It's you and Dad!" crowed the child, presenting her artwork.

When she saw the picture, Kate smiled fondly. Yes, it was comprised of stick figures. Yes, one was of her in her black leather jacket, while the other was of her husband in his signature brown coat. The major difference was that it was Kate leading the scowling stick-criminal away.

Kate almost shed a tear, but knowing that it was her unbalanced hormones kept it at bay. "That's very good, sweetie," she said to her daughter. "Why don't you go show Daddy?"

"Okay!" chirped the girl before taking off again. Just like her father, a bundle of energy and always on the go.

Kate Castle rubbed her swollen belly and smiled when she heard Rick praising the five-year-old's artistic talent from his study, followed by their daughter's squealing laughs as she was picked up and spun around.

Yes, I did the past-mirrors-future fic. Here is your fluff.

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