Author's Note: The prompt was "Tickle".

"I said I'd stop by after work," Fabian explained, as he got out of the car.

Amelia was still staring at him, her face wearing a look of disbelief. Fabian Prewett, her partner at the Auror Office, had kindly offered her a ride home. They had finished their cases and left the Ministry early. Amelia had been happy not to be walking and had accepted his offer gladly. Big mistake. Almost an hour after they had started the journey, she now found herself seated in his beat-up truck, looking out at his older sister's house, a ragtag building more commonly known as The Burrow. Alarm bells had started screaming in her head when she realized they were going in the complete wrong direction for her apartment. She had started screaming when they left they left the city; Fabian was known for his crazy schemes and impulsive decisions, things that Amelia generally tried to avoid.

Fabian opened up her door and, with a chauffeur-like bow, he ushered her towards the house.

Amelia groaned.

"I swear to God, Prewett," she said, "the next murder we'll be investigating is going to be yours."

"And I swear to God, Bones," the wizard retorted, "I mentioned this before we left. Now come on; they'll be so excited to see you."

Amelia swung her legs around and slipped onto the ground. As she followed Fabian along through the yard, she couldn't help but smile a little. The windows were lit up with a bright, golden glow, warmth and comfort radiating from every angle. That was how she always felt when she got to visit this place. Molly and Arthur were such a sweet couple. And with their young son, Bill, they were the perfect family.

Fabian knocked on the door, Amelia standing beside him. He shot her a smile as they waited and she softened slightly; she could never stay mad at him. The door was wrenched open and she found herself looking into the frantic face of Molly. Although she appeared somewhat panicked, the red head was clearly dressed up for something, wearing a sweet, black, polka-dot dress and a beaded shawl.

"Oh, thank goodness, Fabian," Molly breathed, "I was afraid you were going to be late."

"Am I ever late, sister dearest?" Fabian said, leaning in and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hmm," Molly muttered, "It's so nice of you to come, Amelia. Bill's very excited."

Amelia raised her eyebrows as they were led inside.

"Oh yes, and we're babysitting," Fabian whispered, "I thought I had said that?"

"Must've slipped your mind," Amelia said through gritted teeth.

"It really is thoughtful of you," Molly continued as they walked into the sitting room, "I know how busy you are."

Amelia felt the warmth from the fireplace wash over her and she gave a smile.

"It's alright, Molly," she said, "Happy to be of service."

It wasn't really alright; Amelia had piles of work she had to do, many things aside from that to deal with. Still, she was here. And she would stay, at least until Molly and Arthur had departed to where ever they were going.

In the living room, Bill, an only child, ran over to the visitors, his little legs wobbling slightly as the tiny boy went.

"Fab-fab-fab-fab," he called.

Fabian grinned and hoisted him up, swinging him around in the air.

"Hello, Billy-Boy," he said, "Ready to cause some chaos?"

Bill just clapped his hands, giggling.

"And this is Bones," Fabian said, bringing him over to Amelia, who raised a hand awkwardly, unsure of how to greet a nearly three year old, "Can you say Bones?"

"Bone," Bill chirped, "Bone!"

"Close enough," Fabian said, smiling teasingly at the witch.

Molly and Arthur soon departed, out for an evening meal alone. A well deserved meal, Amelia thought; Bill hadn't stopped gurgling away in his own special language since they had arrived. He was a bundle of energy, which was putting it lightly.

"What shall we play?" Fabian asked his nephew.

Bill's eyes widened.

"Tickle," he said seriously.

"Are you sure?" his uncle asked, with equal seriousness.

Bill nodded excitedly and, a second later, Amelia was sitting on the couch, watching in bewilderment as Fabian leaped up and started to chase Bill around the room. The youngster was actually quite speedy and Amelia recognized that Fabian was employing some of the tactics her team used to corner criminals. When he managed did manage to catch the boy, Fabian picked him up and started to tickle him, gaining bursts of raucous laughter from Bill. Amelia smiled fondly, but froze when she noticed her partners eyes flick on to her.

"No," she said warningly, "No!"

As always, Fabian completely ignored her protests, and she found herself being pursued by both Weasley and Prewett. And, though she'd never admit it, it was actually quite fun.

Later that evening, Fabian put Bill to bed, the tiny body drooping with tiredness as his uncle led him up the stairs. Amelia had sunk back down onto the couch and watched as the pair disappeared. Alone, she finally realized how fast her heart was beating and how happy she felt. Being here made her forget about everything else that she had going on in her life; it reminded her that there were beautiful things worth fighting for amongst the horror she witnessed everyday. And, perhaps, it had something to do with the company. She always had a good time with Fabian, despite what she told people. He came back down and collapsed next to her. She just laughed.

"Sometimes I think I'm getting too old for this," Fabian yawned, stretching out his arms.

"Well," Amelia reminded him, "just imagine how Molly must feel."

"I know, I know," Fabian nodded, "God, I don't think I could ever do what she does."

Amelia stared at him, taking in every feature; his golden-red hair, his bright blue eyes, the smile of contentment, a smile that also held a little sadness.

"I think you'd make an excellent father," she whispered.

"Why, Bones?" Fabian said teasingly, "You offering?"

"No thanks," Amelia scoffed, "I can't imagine trying to live with a more childish version of you! If that's even possible."

He grinned, but did not reply, leaving his partner to just sit and contemplate; the woman who ended up making a family with Fabian Prewett was going to have her hands full. And she would be very, very lucky indeed.