Heya, I'm back with another chapter lol so I realized I kinda needed to do a sprint over with the HeisenbergxOC story finished that and managed I think it was close to 18k words posted in roughly 24 hours. end me lmao. Now that that is at a good point I'm gonna go back to swapping back and forth so there should be at least 1 or 2 chapters of each every week rather than just a flood of one. with that said let's get started and thank you again for your patience :)

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Emma yawned as she pushed herself to get up and turn off her morning alarm.

Thursday, April 1st, 6:45 AM.

Same time as always. It had been almost a month now since Mia moved in. Chris' lease officially expired, so his furniture was moved into a hastily rented storage unit, and he was now staying with Emma as well. To say things were crowded was of an understatement, and things were still tense between the two households, but it was only a little bit longer. She leaned over to give the grumbling man next to her a peck before crawling out of bed and getting ready for the day, starting with Duke's walk then a shower. By the time she was dressed and ready to start cooking, Chris was sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of coffee.

"You're up early," Emma commented and got a mumbled reply. She walked over to the fridge and opened it only to find dozens of eyes staring at her causing her to jolt back with a yelp as she slammed the door shut, leaning forward to rest her hand on the door and support herself as she held her face. Chris was cracking up behind her. She took a breath and opened the fridge again to find everything, and I mean everything, in the fridge had a pair of googly eyes glued to it and were positioned to face the open door.

"Oh, what fresh hell..." she said with a forced frown as she tried not to laugh. Okay. Focus. She still needed to make something to eat. She opened the egg container to find all the eggs have googly eyes too. "CHRIS!" she cried as she turns to face the man who was now very red in the face from laughing. He cleared his throat as he got up and walk over and give her a peck.

"April fools," he said with a smirk. He'd had to stay up late after he was sure she had fallen asleep to pull this off. However, after last year, he had been planning revenge for a while.

"How am I going to cook a tomato with googly eyes?" she asked, gesturing to the produce that was staring back at her vacantly.

He chuckled at that and picked up a tomato, holding it at Emma's eye level. "Aaaaah! Don't cut me up," he said, attempting to speak with a goofy voice. It definitely wasn't something he was used to doing, so it really just sounded like he needed to cough.

Emma swatted at his arm. "Oh my gosh, why would you do that? Now I feel bad," she said with a pout before looking back at the container of eggs and picking it up to take over to the stove. "I'm sorry lil guys, but I'm hungry," she apologized, which caused Chris to snicker.

"You're kidding me, right?" he asked, shaking his head as he put the tomato back and closed the fridge.

"It's different when your food has a face," she said in return with a laugh. "I feel like I have to apologize."

"Glad you two are having a good time," Mia said with a frown as she walked in with Rose. The mood instantly shifted to awkward discomfort. She always seemed so tense and upset. Granted, she was probably still going through some difficult emotions. Her husband had died not long ago, but that didn't make it any less draining to be around her.

"Morning Mia, I'm making eggs for breakfast. Would you like any?" Emma asked as Chris went back to the island and his previously abandoned cup of coffee. I just need to make it a bit longer.

'*'*'*'*'

True to her thought she continued to hold on to what was left of her patience. Even then something just felt… off. It wasn't anyone thing in particular that made her feel that way. It was a jolt here and a glare there, a not-so-subtle jab in her tone that had Emma's nerves on edge. She was grieving, and it wasn't for Emma to say how she should or shouldn't go about that, but after listening to the same thing more and more, parts of Mia's original anger fell to the wayside. It didn't feel like she was upset about losing her husband. She actually dropped that after a week or two. It felt more like she was mad that Chris had showed up at all.

If you had just left us alone none of this would have even happened. Everything was FINE.

If Chris had left them alone completely, her daughter would have been taken away by a sociopath and she would have probably died being tested on. Sure, her husband was alive in that scenario but... Everything was not fine. By all means, she could be upset about how Chris went about the incident. Taking Rose by force without talking to anyone was kind of messed up and not exactly what Emma thought he had in mind when he was talking about an undercover protection detail. She understood the concern Chris had about not knowing who he could trust, but he went too far. Luckily, he seemed to understand that.

Even then, for Mia to say everything was fine so adamantly when she was kidnapped and tortured before he intervened… it just didn't make sense.

Emma shook her head as she walked up the stairs to her apartment and took out her phone.

Friday, April 9th, 4:32 pm.

She smiled at that; it was nice to get home early. Maybe she'd try baking something. That always helped her relax and it was something everyone could enjoy to relieve some stress once the baking was done. She nodded at that thought and put her phone away before walking to her door unlocking it and walking in.

Where is Duke? she thought as she walked in and didn't get her usual greeting. Instead, she heard barking from her room and some quick shuffling in the kitchen.

"Hey, I'm home," Emma said as she noticed one of the larger jars of apple sauce for Rose on the counter with a few stray opened pill cases. She wasn't aware Rose took medicine... maybe that was a new addition? "Where's Duke?" she asks while looking around and by the time she looked back, the pill cases were gone. Maybe she was seeing things...

"He kept barking so I put him away," Mia said, not looking at Emma.

"Oh," she replied as her eyebrows knit together. If her dog didn't trust Mia, she didn't trust Mia. What had happened? Maybe she wasn't seeing things... "Sorry about that he must be antsy. It's close to time for his walk."

"Well, I don't want that brute near my baby," Mia replied with a frown as she closed up the apple sauce jar and put it away.

Brute? Duke was the single most patient dog in the world with kids. Annie pulls on his face and hair all the time and he'd just lay there and take it until she was removed. "Right." Emma nodded. Oh gosh, just another month or two. She could do this. "I'll see what I can do." She really needed to talk to Chris. "Ah before I forget, do you still need to borrow a car to get to that mother-daughter swim class thing tomorrow?"

"Yes," Mia replied with a nod.

"Okay, glad I checked. You can use mine then," she offered before going back to get Duke, putting his leash on, and taking the dog out. Something was absolutely wrong and she was going to figure out what it was.

Emma waited patiently for the next day and for Mia to leave with Rose. Once she was sure the two were gone, she tiredly plopped onto the couch next to Chris.

"My favorite part of the week," he said with an equally tired chuckle, which caused a slight smile to cross Emma's face.

"Soon to be Duke's as well, I think. She's been closing him up in my room during the day," Emma said to lead into the subject.

"Really? Why? He usually just lays on the couch," Chris replied, confused.

"He's apparently been barking at her," Emma explained, earning a short 'ah' in response.

"Well, he's not going to like everyone, I suppose," Chris offered in response, and Emma nodded.

"You ever get that feeling in your gut that says something is wrong and you're not completely sure why? It's halfway between 'I'm going to be sick' and 'emotional butterflies,'" Emma asked and Chris nodded.

"On occasion," he replied. "Is something wrong?" He had a feeling he knew who she was about to talk about. He couldn't really blame her for being unnerved. Mia wasn't really the easiest person to get along with, and this was all happening after a really, really stressful few months.

"I don't know I just keep getting that feeling in my gut that something's wrong. That and—" She was about to continue but stopped as Chris' phone went off. "Go ahead and check," she offered, knowing that it was going to bother him if he didn't look to see if it was work. He was pretty much always on call, so it couldn't be helped.

"It'll just be a second," he said and took out the device to answer it. "Chris speakin—" He paused as the person on the other line spoke. "What?!" he asked as he quickly stood up and started walking around. Emma knew this routine. He needed to go. "When did this happen? Four da—Why am I only just now hearing about this? Share your screen," he demanded more than requested and moved the phone away from his face to see a photo of an unidentifiable figure and one very identifiable figure. One of the four lords. What was his name again? It began with an H...

"How in the hell did he not only survive, but end up in Louisiana? That village was a crater." The picture changed to show another of the unidentifiable figure on their own, heading towards the Baker home." Chris sneered and puts the phone back to his ear. "I want a BOLO out yesterday for anyone matching their description," he said as he walked to the door and put his shoes on. How in the hell did that metal asshole end up in the States? He paused. "I'll be right there," he said before hanging up.

"Duty calls?" Emma asked with a weak smile.

"Sorry," he replied with a frown. "Security breach. Pretty severe one if this is who I think it is."

"It's okay, go get 'em. We can talk when you get back." It was his job and part of who he was. She knew that.

I'm not going to make the same mistake. Not again.

He paused again before letting go of the doorknob, walking back to sit down again, though he was noticeably antsy and clearly wanted to head out. "In a second. You were trying to tell me something."

Emma was surprised by this but nodded. "Yeah... I… Do you know if Rose takes any medicine?" she asked and Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Not sure, that's really more Mia's responsibility," Chris replied. Was that it?

"Okay. I was just wondering if you knew. I think I saw Mia emptying pills into the apple sauce that she feeds Rose. So, at the least, try not to eat that?" Emma requested.

Okay that… yeah, he could see how that might be concerning. "I'll look into it. if I find anything odd, I'll take a sample to the labs," Chris offered.

"Thanks. Honestly, I'm probably just being paranoid. It's been really stressful lately," she said with a sigh.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Not that you're being paranoid… Just, it's been stressful. We have the move coming up, and vacation time for getting the place fixed up, so at least we'll have some time to ourselves while we do that. Things will be back to normal soon."

Emma nodded. "Yeah," she agreed before giving him a nudge. "I'm pretty sure there's a security breach that requires your attention."

"Right," he said with a short laugh. "I'll try and text you if I'm going to be late."

'*'*'*'*'

Yeah, I'm definitely going to be late, he thought as he ended up on a helicopter down to Louisiana the second he set foot on BSAA soil. Luckily, he was able to let Emma know before he left. "What do we have to work with so far?" Chris asked as he walked alongside a few others.

"Honestly? Not a lot. Whoever this was, they didn't want to be tracked," said one of the agents who was flipping through a few reports on a clipboard.

"Unknown figure, roughly 5 foot 6 inches tall, no visible identifying features and we got a partial print for a men's size 9.5 in some of the mold in the basement," the agent replied as they all masked up.

"So, it's a kid?" Chris asked while adjusting his air filtration mask.

"Probably, but it's hard to think that some kid managed to get past security without leaving evidence aside from a partial footprint and triggering a trail camera," the other agent chimed in.

"Do you think they had help?" Chris asked as they headed inside.

"Hard to say," the agent with the clipboard said. "The photos were taken fifteen minutes apart. They went in and out pretty quickly. Suggests they knew what they were after. Going in they were on their own. Going out…"

"They had a Bioweapon with them," Chris finished the sentence.

"Bingo," the second agent responded as they made their way into the basement.

"The trail cam was by the water, which suggests they at least had a boat and knew the area," the second agent pointed out.

"Did we send out a team to check the docks? See if there are any boats with mold samples and find the owners?" Chris asked as he took a look at the print and the casting next to it.

"Already on it, but it's an unlikely lead since they would have had to walk through the water before getting on the boat again," the clipboard agent replied. "We're having forensics check for anything that might be useful, but with how badly the mold has spread, it's hard to really get anything else."

"Why don't we have more information on this? Who was watching the area?" Chris asked, feeling frustrated.

"We had three guards on patrol. None of them saw anything suspicious," the one with the clipboard replied. "By their accounts, it was a peaceful night. No incidents. They check the trail cams every weekend and called it in as soon as they saw the intruders."

Chris frowned as he looked over the scene. This didn't add up, and he was going to find out why. "We're increasing security after this, right?"

"After some kid walked in out of nowhere then walked out with a Bioweapon? Yeah. Security is going waaay up," the second agent replied with a nod. "We let our guard down, didn't think people would still be looking into this place three years later."

Chris gave a quiet sigh. "Someone get me in touch with Zoe Baker." She'd been looking into this for a while now. Maybe she knew something.

'*'*'*'*'

The impromptu trip ended up taking four days as he helped gather and review information. In the end, he didn't feel any closer to finding an answer, and went home to wait and see if new information came to light from the BOLO. While this was frustrating and concerning, he had other fish to fry.

The 20th came and went. By the end of it, he was officially a homeowner. One step closer to peace and a slice of normality. The thought caused him to smile. It made the rest of the week that much easier to get through. Before long, Saturday arrived and Chris and Emma walked into the cleared-out and empty home with supplies.

As per the norm, Emma walked around with her notebook and started making lists. "We get to get rid of the orange walls," Emma said with a laugh while adding plastic tarps, primer, and paint rollers to the list of things to pick up at the hardware store.

"Yeah," Chris replied with a twinge of a smile before remembering the notebook as the same one from around a year ago.

'So, you read my lists?'

'Not really. More so flipped through the pages until I noticed the charts.'

'Oh thank heavens you didn't read them.'

'How bad could it be?'

'Nope. If you want to know you can ask.'

'What are your goals in life?'

'Well... what are yours?'

'...Not sure.'

'Then, for now, it's a secret'

His mind wandered as words went in one ear and out the other.

'It's cute seeing you two get along so well, though, so I can't be too mad...Did you ever consider having one of your own?'

'You're joking right?'

'Of course, I'm joking'

'...Emma.'

'What? Sorry, I was just joking. I didn't scare you, right? I should walk Duke before it gets too late.'

'...Right'

'You're going to wait until you're in your grave at this rate.'

'Pretty much.'

"Chris?" Emma said, snapping him out of his thoughts as she nudged him.

"Hm?" he replied as he looks at her. How did he bring this up...?

"Are you okay?" she asked, concerned. "If you're tired, we can start working tomorrow. I'll see if I can get Mia and Rose out to the park so you can take a nap."

"Sorry, I'm fine, just remembered we never really finished that conversation a while ago," he replied.

Emma stared at him quizzically. What conversation did they not finish? She thought it over before a lightbulb went off. "Oh! that's right," she said with a nod. "Did you find anything out about the medicine situation?"

Shit. "Ah. Um." He tried to force a neutral expression. He might have gotten busy. "Kind of slipped my mind."

"Chris," she said with mild disappointment. This was important.

"Sorry, sorry," he replied, digging out his phone. "I'll call in and check on it now," he offered before poking at his phone.

"It's oka—wait. What conversation did you mean then?" Emma asked with a raised eyebrow, which caused Chris to stop before dialing the number. He canceled the call for now.

"I think it was a year ago," he admitted, gesturing to the notebook. "So... What are your goals in life?"

Emma paused as she looked at the notebook that still held the lists she had considered burning before. She was going to have to talk about this eventually. Was this really the right time? They were both really stressed. Was there ever a good time, though? She bobbed her head and handed over the notebook. If she was tongue-tied, maybe this would work instead.

Chris put his phone away and accepted the notebook. As he did so, fight or flight kicked in for Emma. She tried to quickly exit the area. An attempt that ultimately failed as he hooked an arm around her waist to hold her while flipping through the notebook with the thumb of his other hand.

Life goals:

- Find a job I'm happy with

- Be debt-free before retirement

- Get out of apartments / get a house

- Have a family

- Be happy together

Emma hid her face behind her hands as Chris read over the list. As he got to the fourth one, he nodded. Kind of what he figured. She was genuinely trying to talk to him before, and he didn't take her seriously because of the earlier embarrassment caused by Summer. "It's a good list."

"Hm?" Emma replied surprised. Okay... which one did he read?

"The fifth one is cheesy, don't you think?" he asked, and he couldn't quite understand the muffled response. He chuckled then paused before speaking again. "I like the fourth one."

That confused her. What was the 4th one again? She peeked from behind her hands. "You do?" Gracious, it had been a while since she wrote that, assuming he was looking at the life goal list. That was the house one, right?

"Yeah. I mean. It's not a 'now' thing, but"—he shrugged and offered the book back—"it's a good goal."

So, it wasn't the house. She accepted it and checked, smiling when she realized what it was. "Yeah," she agreed, then switched back to her list of supplies.

Chris cleared his throat. "Right, well, I should probably make that phone call," he said as he let go of her so she could go back to what she was doing before. He dug out his phone once more and dialed the number from before.

"Hey, Night Howl, are you in the office?" Chris asked and paused. "Yeah, I know it's a weekend. Do you have remote access? I'm not able to get in right now." He nodded. "Thanks. Yeah, no. Can you look up Rosemary Winters' medical file? Let me know if we have her on any medications." He waited again.

Emma walked around the room pretending she wasn't, but very clearly was listening to the conversation, as she was not writing anything down.

Chris' expression shifted to one of concern. "She's not... you're sure?" He looked to Emma who was now looking at him with a similar expression. "Okay, well thanks for checking. That's all for now. Yeah, see you in a week. Bye."

"Maybe we should install some security cameras and leave that detail out," Emma suggested cautiously.

Chris nodded. "Yeah, that might not be a bad idea," he agreed as he pocketed his phone again. "You're sure you saw her putting it in Rose's food?"

"It was a while ago. but there were open pill capsules on the counter one second, then they disappeared after she got me to look away. She was acting really weird," Emma explained.

"All right," he replied. "I'll see if I can't get a few samples and bring them into the labs. Maybe she was just taking her own meds and snuck a few bites to wash it down."

"Hopefully that's all it is," Emma agreed with a nod.


Silly Cuteness has been provided, The crossover begins, An important conversation has been had and Drama has been put into action. ufufu this is gonna get good X'D I mean not that I think my writing has been bad... minus maybe like. The first 10 chapters that I need to go back and clean up and revise so I don't cringe while reading them anymore. lol

Awkwardness aside Chris's new BioWeapon mission is a hunt for the revived Heisenberg. I probably mentioned the idea like 5 times now but if you are interested in seeing the other side of the chase this plot point will be interwoven between the two stories.

Review Responses:

Starrat - I'm glad :)

Fsweet36 - he is going to get more gray hair by the end of this lol x'D he's got a lot on his plate. just when he clears one thing off. a new thing is added.

Guest1995 - They're definitely co-existing but not harmoniously lmao