Divine Intervention

AN: Let's start by saying "Hey!" to everyone whose reading this, old readers and new! If your new this is a sequel to another fic I've written called Simply Devine. If you were already a reader of the previous fic. Welcome Back!

A special thanks goes to Sparkycsi for being a fab beta, I couldn't write this without you! Axellia Thank you for tapping into the movie voice and creating my blurb, also for the little plot details we discussed! last but not least thanks Maddie Bellows for aiding me with her research!

Anyway all this picks up eighteen months after Carmen Devine and Don Flack's baby has been born. Enjoy!

Chapter One

If I had a million dollars,

We wouldn't have to work that hard.

Barenaked Ladies – If I Had 1,000,000 Dollars

The phone was ringing off the hook, the stench of burnt toast was in the air, and I had to change my blouse for the second time already and it was only eight am.

"Don, I really can't get that right now!" I called out loud as I watched Thomas flail his tiny fists around, a musical giggle spilling from his mouth. I guided the spoon full of cereal towards his mouth, which Tom had decided to firmly clam shut. I saw Flack dart towards the phone, his tie in one hand and a stuffed octopus in the other.

"Come on Tom Tom, open your mouth for Mommy," I said gently, trying to persuade Tom to take another mouthful. He opened his mouth allowing my spoon into his mouth for another bite of honey nut hoops.

"Well done Tom Tom. Now let's get you cleaned up." Somewhere along the line of feeding time this morning Tom had managed to shower us both in a mixture of milk and honey nut loops. I undid the straps of the high chair. Tom already knew from the past routine that this meant he was about to be picked up.

Eighteen months after being born Thomas Benjamin Flack still had his father's fine dark hair and my dark green eyes. His skin was soft and pale. At the beginning when we'd brought him home Thomas had literally screamed solidly for hours on end, right up to the point where I thought there was a real possibility that I might actually go demented.

It was Flack who, days later, in the midst of trying to give me a little bit of peace decided to take the baby with him to do laundry. After propping the baby chair and screaming Thomas against the dryer he was surprised to discover that the noise actually stopped. As it turned out the vibrations from the dryer sent the cranky baby straight to sleep. Which was the ultimate relief, resulting in the purchase of a vibrating baby chair.

"We have a problem." I raised my head to see Flack replacing the phone on the handset. I closed my eyes for a millisecond, and then expelled a deep breath. Thomas was reaching for Flack, his little emerald green eyes wide.

"Come here buddy." I handed Thomas to Flack; his arms encircled Don's neck making me smile with contentment. Thomas could be an absolute handful but it was all worth it.

I crossed my arms over my chest as Flack kissed Thomas's cheek gently. Thomas erupted all smiles.

"The babysitter can't make it." It's amazing how those simple words can put you in an absolute panic as I started listing possible candidates to mind our child.

"Your parents?" I said stepping into the bed room to pull a royal blue shirt over the white strap top I was wearing.

After Thomas was born, a lot of the weight I had gained whilst I was pregnant had stuck to my body.

To me my body was important, not just for vanity reasons but for my job as well. Being pregnant had made my body more fragile and with the extra weight it created an imbalance I wasn't used to.

So before I returned to work, I managed to recruit Cory as my gym buddy and I began to get my body back into the shape it had once been pre-pregnancy. Which was a lot harder than it actually sounded.

Cory Reid was an FBI agent we'd all become mutual friends with. The rest of the team had known her before due to a previous case relating to the Mala Suerte and a gang member with a personal vendetta.

I'd met her when mine and Flack's wedding had been interrupted by ex IRA terrorists attempting to blow us all to hell. It was best to say that mine and Cory's first meeting was not a happy one. Yet after getting to know Cory and have her share the case with the NYPD we became firm friends. She was even a bridesmaid at attempt number two of mine and Flack's wedding.

Another problem I had begun to suffer with was stretch marks, I had developed them towards the end of the pregnancy and I thought they'd shy away when I'd actually given birth to Tom. Let's just say I was very wrong.

Despite the fact Don said he didn't care about the stretch marks I found that I, in fact did. Fortunately I happened to have Stella close to hand. After listening to me whine continuously about how bad my body looked, she actually went and treated me to a tub of cocoa butter cream. Within months the vibrant stretch marks that had marred my body disappeared, leaving fine traces of what they once were. I was unbelievably grateful.

"My parents are out of state, remember they're celebrating they're wedding anniversary in Vermont." Don reminded me. His electric blue eyes were fixed on Thomas as the baby reached out for his nose.

How on earth could I forget that? We were at they're party the other night.

"Ok and your sister Maria is working…What about Taylor?" I suggested meekly.

Flack's head swivelled towards me, shooting me a disturbed frown.

"Yea…The ghost thing." I recounted, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Taylor Turner was a close friend of ours who was a crime columnist for New York Daily, she also saw ghosts. Now I'm a scientist, always was, always will be. I didn't believe in ghosts until one actually picked up a mug of hot coffee and threw it at my head. After that I really had no choice but to believe she was really seeing ghosts. My faith was enforced when a ghost of Taylor's led me to a particularly evasive suspect.

Unfortunately Taylor had no control over when a ghost would make an appearance and was prone to rushing around in a bid to do everything she could to help the spirit cross over; she also had a busy schedule without the ghosts to complicate it. Plus her and Matt had just taken the next step in their relationship, they were moving in. Due to the nature of both their jobs though, she was moving her stuff into his apartment bit by bit.

The nature of Matt and Taylor's relationship was an anomaly. The two were complete opposites. Matt was fiercely organised where Taylor was scatty. Matt was practically a master chef, he baked everything from muffins to full multi-cultural dishes. Taylor was completely the opposite; she could barely microwave something without the kitchen going into some sort of full scale meltdown. Despite their differences I was glad that they had both found each other. Matt needed someone who could make him laugh and Taylor needed someone who was going to be in the background supporting her if needs be. Together they were a wonderful combination.

Back to the question in hand, who was going to look after Thomas?

"Everyone else we know is working." Don said, shaking his head as Thomas grabbed for his hair saying "dah dah" over and over.

I slipped past Flack and grabbed for my coffee mug, taking a long swig.

"I literally have no one else in my head who can take him." Thomas' head turned to me. He was now putting his fist in his mouth.

I put my hand to my head exasperated.

"I actually think we're going to have to actually take him in with us." I exclaimed, shaking my head. I was never, ever going to be happy with the idea of taking Thomas into the crime lab with me.

"I hate to actually take him in though. I just don't think its right for him to be around the stuff that we deal with." I told Flack. Don was now attempting to wrestle loose his tie from Thomas' tight grip as gently as he could.

"I really don't think that's any other choice Carmen." Flack muttered, still attempting to coax Tom into handing over the tie.

"I'll call Mac." I sighed, picking up my cell and dialling while Flack did battle with the wailing toddler for the safe return of his tie.