Shorter chapter this time around, some wonderful fluff. Next chapter shall be fluff too, then down to the actual reality of finding a poor abandoned baby.

It had turned out that Gillian had to drive them back to Cal's place, leaving his car back at work. He still refused to let go of the baby which meant that she had to drive. He could see the look on her face and immediately felt guilty. The ride to his place was awfully silent and he couldn't blame her. He had been caught out, trying to keep the baby from her in a vain attempt to keep her from pain. He would have to make it up to her somehow.

The brown paper bags were dumped on the counter in the kitchen as Cal went in search of something for the baby. He started up the stairs then suddenly turned back to her and held out the little boy.

"I need both my hands." He said by way of explanation, but they both knew what this action really meant. She hesitated for a moment and took him.

"What are you doing?"

"I need to get some things for him.. You might as well make yourself comfortable. Gotta go where the spiders live. Unless you want to join in?"

"Oh, no, you handle those spiders yourself." He laughed as she turned to sit on the couch instead. The sight of Gillian sitting on his couch, cooing to a baby gave him feelings that he really did not want to confront. He hurried up the stairs to see what he could find of Emily's old baby stuff.

Ten minutes later he came back down the stairs, crashing something wooden against the wall until he finally put it down on the table. He shuddered and swiped at his arms and body in case any spiders or webs lingered, doing a little dance.

"Easy there, twinkle toes, you might wake him up." He looked up to see her watching and grinned.

"Do you like my dancing, darlin'?"

"Leaves something to be desired. What's that?" She carefully stood up and returned to the kitchen to check out what he had found. "Is that a drawer, Cal?"

"What? I don't have a crib and there was a really big spider. Literally this big." He held out his hands at least a foot apart.

She gently pushed one hand into the other and shook her head. "You know, I somehow doubt that."

"Yeah, well, you weren't there, were ya? Just gonna have to believe me."

Though he had only produced a wooden drawer from what she reckoned was probably the dresser from his bedroom, he had padded it with some t-shirts so it was soft at the very least. He presented the drawer with a flourish. "Ta daa…"

Very carefully she placed Jacob in the makeshift bed and smiled as he seemed content, barely even stirring. He was a heavy sleeper. Cal looked very pleased with himself so she gave him a light slap on his arm. The look on his face was comical.

"Don't wake the baby, Cal." She warned, knowing he was about to launch into a tirade about how mean she was.

"I won't, I promise." He did rub his arm as though it really hurt, just to make her smile. "But now the little fella is sorted out, I had best get you sorted too. Figured you wouldn't want to go home?"

A blush tinged her cheeks and she tried to hide from him but it was no use. He couldn't stop his smile as he reached for something else that he had brought down with him. A t-shirt and some pajama bottoms. "It's all I have, I'm afraid."

"They're perfect, thanks." She had worn Cal's coats before but never had she imagined she would be wearing only his clothes to bed in his house. Actually, she had imagined it before. She had dreamt of it, as much as she didn't want to admit it to herself, she had dreamt of a similar situation many times. Often with less clothing. Not now.

"You can take my bed and I shall take Em's." He caught the confusion on her face and continued. "Nothing would annoy her more than knowing I was sleeping in her bed. Especially in my underwear."

"Cal." She laughed, shaking her head.

"I'm serious, love. Mine's the best bed in the house, I promise. You go up and change while I take care of this stuff and bring the little guy upstairs. I'll take care of him through the night.. I don't mind getting up."

She knew there was no point in arguing with him so she thanked him with a gentle kiss against his bristly cheek. She checked on Jacob one last time before heading up the stairs, leaving the two boys behind.

Cal waited until he was sure that she was out of earshot before he started to unpack the bags of supplies for little Jacob. There were more diapers, pots of baby food and even some fresh clothes. It looked like they were the right size too. "Not too bad, Torres."

No doubt Jacob would be hungry during the night as there was no way to tell when he last ate anything. He seemed happy enough sleeping right now. Cal carefully lifted the makeshift bed and followed Gill upstairs, turning off lights as he went. Emily's room was nice and tidy so finding a spot to put Jacob for the night was pretty easy. Close enough to the bed but out of the way so as not to trip over him in the night. One last check confirmed the baby was sleeping so Cal ambled on down the hall to his room.

"Is it okay to come in, darlin'?"

Gillian nearly jumped when she heard his voice. He hadn't knocked, just spoken through the closed door. She had been looking at herself in his full length mirror, dressed all in his clothing. She could get used to this. She smoothed a hand down the oversized t-shirt before answering. "Yes, it's fine."

Her clothes were neatly folded on top of the dresser, next to the pile of clothes he had removed from the missing drawer. She backed against it when he entered. He took a few steps in before stopping. She watched as his eyes trailed up and down her body, doing her best to ignore the tingling feeling rapidly spreading throughout her. His gaze was always intense but this was so much more.

Suddenly he was moving, stepping ever closer to her. She wished that she hadn't backed up against the dresser because the look on his face sent all sorts of shivers down her body, a feeling she normally ignored. He stopped inside her personal space, their noses almost touching. Without her shoes on he was looking down at her. Her breathing was coming out faster than normal, an effect of his closeness. She could smell him and she really did not want to admit just how good it was. She swallowed hard and tried to calm her muddled mind. The sudden grin on his face showed her just how much he was enjoying himself.

"I just needed something to wear to bed. I was only teasing about the underwear thing." He spoke so softly she would not have heard him if he wasn't so close to her. She only nodded, unable to find words, and looked down. She knew she was blushing.

He stepped back but she kept her face hidden behind her hair. "Thank you again.. For use of your bed. You're too kind."

"You want to watch the compliments, darlin', I might get used to it."

It turned out that he hasn't moved as far away as she had thought. When she lifted her head he was still awfully close to her personal bubble, gazing at her intensely yet again. Her brain decided to make it ten times more difficult to put a sentence together.

"Goodnight, love." He kissed her cheek softly and left her standing there, though she was sure she saw a smug smile on his face as he walked away. He was insufferable.. And she absolutely loved it. No doubt her dreams would be filled with her partner.