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The Detective...and the Kitten

"Is that what you're were doing all night?" Ryan said sweetly to his unborn daughter, his palm resting on Emily's stomach. The baby was kicking up a storm. "No wonder your mom couldn't sleep!"

Emily smiled when Ryan kissed her cheek.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "I'm taking a personal day for a nap, since I can't have a couple of cans of Pepsi Max to stay awake. Regardless of what she does today, I guarantee you, I'll sleep!"

Ryan laughed.

"Okay. I love you both. I'll see you this evening," he said, kissing Emily deeply. "And don't forget to eat breakfast."

"We love you, too," Emily said, touching Ryan's cheek.

She followed him to the door and locked it behind him before heading back to bed.

Ryan didn't think he heard Eric correctly.

Frank had adopted a kitten?

For a while everyone had been telling the detective he should get a dog so he could have someone to greet him and keep him company when he was home. Frank's apartment complex had regulations about the size and type of dog a tenant could own. So far Frank couldn't find a canine pal to take home from the local shelter. However the previous evening he had made a trip there and still couldn't find the right dog, but instead he told Eric and Horatio he "fell in love" with a brown and white 8-week-old kitten with blue eyes that had been bought in that morning.

"All she had to do was blink her eyes at me and she had me," Frank had told Eric.

Horatio was there, he looked down, shook his head, smiled and said "Frank, if I were you, and I wanted to maintain my image, I would not repeat that story!"

Frank named the kitten Sophie and so smitten with her that the kitten was now sleeping in his bed with him.

This is too good! Ryan thought. He couldn't wait to see Frank.

The detective knew he was in for it the second he saw Ryan late in the afternoon.

And by that time, Frank had been seen showing off pictures of Sophie. Ryan had to admit as kittens went, Sophie was cute but the amount of pictures Frank had taken in less than twenty-four hours was over-kill and grounds for a good ribbing. Ryan had taken the liberty of telling his wife as well. He knew she was as good, or better at teasing and if she saw Frank she'd make him turn red.

Emily came into the lab shortly before Ryan's shift was over. A friend of hers dropped her off and she helped her shop for a party. She would drive home with Ryan. She was laughing and chatting with Calleigh and Natalia when she saw Frank. The girls had been having a laugh at the t-shirt Emily wore, on it was written It Started With A Kiss and Ended with this! With an arrow pointing downward to her belly. The detective didn't know Ryan was talking to his wife previously.

"Hey Frank? My eyes are blue. If Ryan wasn't around and I batted my eyes at you, would you take me home and let me sleep in your bed?" She grinned.

Frank groaned and blushed.

"He told you," he said.

"Sure he did! Besides that's law of the house, he thought it was too good to keep to himself! I'm not a cat person myself but can I see a picture of Sophie?"

Emily had to admit that Sophie was very cute, too bad she wasn't going to stay a tiny kitten.

'Law' or not, Ryan did pretty much told his wife everything, except for confidential things from work. She was his best friend after all. Some people couldn't understand how Ryan and Emily spent so much time together and didn't get on each other's nerves. His wife coming to his job and driving home with him that day was something he enjoyed. He had spent eleven long years without her, if Ryan could, he'd spend every second of his life with her. The same went for Emily with him. Before the couple left Ryan told Frank that Sophie couldn't come to his birthday dinner the next night.

"The restaurant doesn't allow kittens, you might wanna call a babysitter," Ryan said. "She's too small to stay alone."

"Shut up, Wolfe!"