A/N: And today we have another round of Rosa's parents are too good-looking for their own good. Loosely based on a friend's story.

"No, I think you should be good with those three references. Of course, feel free to add more if you want to or if it supports your argument," Rosa's intro to law professor, Anne Werther, explained. She glanced over Rosa's sources and outline one more time, then handed them back, and Rosa tucked them into a folder marked with the class name. "Did you have any other questions?"

"I don't think so, but can I have a copy of the handout from last week?" Rosa said.

"Of course! I meant to give you that in class today, but of course I forgot." Tapping her forehead, Anne pulled a face. "Sticky notes only help if you actually read them."

Rosa smiled, easily forgiving her. "It's ok."

"What do you have after this?" Anne asked. "If you're not busy, I can grab that handout for you now."

"My next class is at two, so I thought I'd go to the union for lunch. I have plenty of time."

"Perfect! Just let me get my bag, and we can go." Gathering up an array of papers and other materials, Anne hastily stuffed them into her shoulder bag, and placed it on her shoulder, wincing when a few of her black curls got caught under the strap.

"Ok, I'm ready. This will also give me the perfect excuse to check in on the cute new teacher," Anne told Rosa, leaning towards her conspiratorially as they walked into the hallway.

"Oh, is he in the law department?" Rosa asked. Maybe she shouldn't be so curious, but she found Anne endlessly fascinating. Not in the least because she didn't mind sharing more personal details most of the faculty kept to themselves.

Rosa mentally ran through the other law professors she'd met, wondering if any of them matched the vague description Anne had given.

"Yes. He just started this year and let me tell you, this man is fine. And so intelligent it's not even fair. I've been trying to come up with a reason to ask him for coffee."

"You could just ask him."

At Rosa's suggestion, Anne shook her head, curls bouncing around her shoulders. "We've only talked a couple of times and it's mainly been in the faculty lounge or in passing. I don't want to put myself out there if he's just friendly."

"If he's as nice as you say, I'm sure he wouldn't mind getting coffee," Rosa said.

"You're probably—oh, there he is! Ok, just act normal."

Rosa chuckled, eagerly following Anne's gaze down the hall to catch a glimpse of the mystery man.

Instead, she saw a familiar figure dressed in jeans and a dress shirt, briefcase in one hand. Rosa pressed her lips together as Deeks stopped in front of them.

"Morning, Professor Werther, Rosa," he greeted them.

"Oh, I think you can call me Anne at this point," Anne responded, her voice pitched lower than usual. It took all of Rosa's effort not to stare at her. "By the way, I caught your lecture on criminal law last week. It was fascinating."

"Ah, thanks," Deeks said, ruffling his hair at the compliment. Anne practically swooned, and Rosa decided they needed to move on before this went any further.

"Professor Deeks, we need to stop at Anne's office," Rosa said firmly. Deeks frowned slightly, but didn't question her use of an honorific.

"Then we'll be heading for the union if you have any free time," Anne added hopefully.

"I need to make a couple of calls, but I might join you after that," Deeks told her. "Have a good lunch, ladies."

"See you later." Rosa smiled tightly, caught between amusement and disbelief.

As he walked away, Anne pressed a hand to her chest. "Oh my god, isn't he gorgeous?" she asked in a whisper way too loud for Rosa's comfort.

"Objectively, he's attractive," Rosa allowed, feeling weird even saying it.

"Why didn't you tell me you knew him?" Anne continued. "I thought he mostly taught higher classes."

"Well, I didn't know you were talking about Deeks." Pausing, Rosa inhaled deeply. "And, he's also my dad."

Anne froze beside Rosa, her eyes widening to an almost comical size. "Rosa, that's not funny."

"Oh, I deeply agree."

"You're not joking?"

"I'm afraid not. If it's any consolation, you wouldn't be the first to express interest," Rosa told her.

With a groan, Anne looked back longingly the way Deeks had gone. "And there's no chance he's single?"

"Extremely happily married," Rosa confirmed.

"I have the worst luck," Anne sighed. "This is going to make things very awkward."

"For a little bit." Rosa sighed grimly. "Fortunately, I'm very used to this by now."