"It's Grey."

"Do you think that he knows that we lost the kid twice?" Lucy panics, and Tim shrugs as he answers his phone. She leaves him to hear their fate while she continues to look around the vehicles, hoping that Jordy will suddenly pop up behind a shop but figuring at this point it's unlikely he's anywhere in the vicinity.

"Uh, yeah, okay. I just - I can't break free at the moment but I'll send Po and Harris and I'll fold in later," Tim is saying and amidst her panic she takes a second to realize: he's staying here with her to find the kid. He just told their boss that he can't go out with Metro - his actual unit – for what must be an urgent situation, because he has to look for this kid with her. He could've so easily bailed on her, left her to figure this mess out on her own under the guise of being needed with Metro, because after all – she's the one who brought Jordy here today without his approval, without seeing if this is something he even wanted to do, or had time for. And yet, he's staying in the thick of it with her.

She pushes her love for Tim out of her brain quickly, though – because damnit they've lost the kid and they need to find him. How are they going to explain this to his father when he comes to pick him up?

You'd think they would have learned their lesson when they lost him once.

"I hope you're enjoying your revenge for that Tim test," he says, snapping her back to reality.

"I'm really, not. Come on, come on," she retorts, rushing him to follow her back inside. She hates to admit it because getting revenge on Tim for anything, especially Tim tests, is one of her favorite pastimes. But this plan has definitely gone awry and she sighs as she heads back into the station.

"You're gonna make a really great dad one of these days," she says with a soft smile and at this point it is implied without a doubt between the two of them that they're talking about their future and their children whenever they say things like this, even though they've only been together a few months.

She'd brought up their hypothetical kids today – and he'd popped back with our kids would know better than to pull a stunt like this without missing a beat. Not only does he easily envision a future with them as parents, he sees them raising well behaved kids, at that.

And she can see it. She can see how he will shape their children into being the best they can be, the same way he shaped her into being the cop that she is; she can see how her good influence can spread over onto their children as well, just like it spread to him.

But she can see, too, the kind of father he will be because of her influence and the kind of mother she'll be because of his.

"I'm gonna have to, you keep losing our kids everywhere you go," he says and she can't help but laugh at him and his teasing. Joking and teasing like this is somewhat of a love language between them and it has been for a long time, now, but since they've gotten together it's taken on a new meaning, a new level of intimacy. The grin on his face and the teasing smile he throws her warms her heart and she can't help but notice how twice today he's used the phrase our kids like it was nothing.

Grey walks up then, interrupting their moment and their imaginary little bubble is broken for the time being as Tim instantly turns serious as he discusses the ongoing case and Abril.

When they're alone again, Lucy touches his arm gently. "I'm gonna go change."

"Okay," Tim says, glancing back at the paperwork he was doing, and Lucy wonders momentarily why he's not in his office. "I'm almost done here. Dinner?"

"Sure," she smiles and can't help but marvel once again at how their lives have melded into one so easily. They spend almost every night together – even if it's just to fall into bed exhausted - and they eat almost every dinner together. She can think of other relationships she's been in much longer than this where a week could go by without seeing each other, where everything was planned in advance, where they mostly saw each other on preplanned weekend dates, where she even needed space from being around the other person so much. But here they are just living life together.

After they're off work, they head towards their favorite late night dinner spot. Parking is a nightmare and they have to walk a few blocks, but it's a nice night and they're enjoying the warm Los Angeles spring air, so much so that Tim hasn't even complained about the outrageous parking fee.

"Do you still want three kids?" she asks suddenly, the day's thoughts still with her. She can see Tim's features running through their past interactions, trying to recall when he must have told her this information. "You said that's what you and Isabel wanted," she reminds him. She's not afraid to speak her name, to bring her up – she knows she's a part of Tim's past and though she'd seen the devastation she'd had on him, how much he'd loved her, she knows it's firmly in his past. She is confident in that and if anything, what she knows of his past with Isabel makes her even more sure in her future with him.

He shrugs carefully. "Three's a good number. But that's what I had talked about with –" he changes course, clearly not as confident in speaking his ex-wife's name. "I'm open to discussion, obviously. It doesn't have to be three."

She loops her arm around his. "I always wanted three," she admits. "I want it to be different for my kids, not the only child like I was. I don't know, I remember when you said it," she laughs a little to herself. "My first thought was, 'perfect,' then I realized, why do I think that's perfect? What does Tim have to do with me having kids?"

"Hopefully, everything," he retorts with a chuckle.

"Well yeah, now," Lucy says. "Back then…"

Tim smirks. "You were so gone for me, Chen."

"Oh yeah, please. Whose brain broke when I just simply kissed him? Talking about it wasn't pretend."

Tim snorts, recalling. "First of all, it wasn't just a simple kiss. Lucy, Jesus, the airplane? C'mon."

Lucy laughs in delight at the memory of that moment. "I know," she admits as he slides her hand down to his and intertwines their fingers. "You didn't seem to mind at the time, though." She hums a little and raises her eyebrows as she adds, "I didn't."

"Trying to tell me it was biology."

Lucy can't hold back the laugh. "God, that was so stupid."

When he'd tried to bring it up in the hotel in Vegas, she'd gotten scared and defensive, thought he was calling her out on her feelings, over her starting those kisses in the way she had.

Somewhere around him commenting he likes her hair and saying what happens undercover stays undercover, she started to realize maybe he was saying it wasn't pretend for him, either.

Tim lifts his eyebrows in silent agreement that he doesn't dare voice, then laughs. "You know, that was when… that was when I knew I couldn't hide from it anymore," he admits.

Lucy nods, remembering a moment not too long before either of the kisses when she had a similar feeling – when he'd said he could see himself married to Ashley, then he faked a proposal right in front of her and she'd felt some kind of devastation she knew she shouldn't be feeling.

"Hey," he says simply, suddenly recalling her hesitation in Vegas leading him to visions of how skittish she had gotten when Chris suggested they move in together. "I know it's early. We're talking about kids and all these things if it's too much-"

"No," she says, cutting him off. "It's not. We're on the same page."

He smiles at her. "Okay," he says, and they start walking again. "When we get home tonight, maybe we can explore the inner-workings of biology a little bit more."

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes, but they both know it's in adoration. "Shut up."