New Arrivals

by Alicia

Summary: Simon and Naomi share a bond -- parenthood.

Disclaimer: I do not own the charcters of TS. If I did I'd take much better care of them!!! They are owned by Pet Fly and Paramount.

Blair was standing between the desk and the conference table, his eyes going back and forth between the two other, rather unhappy looking, occupants. "So… it's settled then. It is not the end of the world here, guys."

The man behind the desk, Captain Simon Banks, sighed heavily and leaned forward in his chair. "Fine. I agree. I don't like it, mind you, but I agree."

The young man sitting at the conference table scowled at both Simon and Blair a moment more before answering. "I'm still going. It may not be right away, but I am going to the academy." With that Daryl grabbed his jacket and headed out the door.

Simon muttered as he watched his son stalk out of the bullpen. "Damb, stubborn kid…"

Rolling his eyes Blair said innocently. "Gee, can't imagine where that comes from."

"Sandburg." Simon growled.

Raising his hands in mock surrender Blair said, "Hey, just an observation from your 'observer'."

"Thanks Blair. At least he's going to give college a try, thanks to you."

"Not a problem. But you know, Simon, you've got to let him make his own decision on this. I'll be here for both of you, but I'm not going to take sides, I'm not going to try to talk him into something he really doesn't want to do."

"I know. It's just hard…anyway I thought I'd take an afternoon and drive him over to the campus, take a look around."

Blair shook his head. "Not a good idea. Give him a day or so 'til he's not feeling so put upon. I'll take him over, show him around; try to spark an interest. If you dog him on this he's gonna feel like he's lost instead of compromised."


Blair was sitting on the corner of Jim's desk when the elevator opened to deposit Daryl on the floor of Major Crimes. Seeing his son, Simon came out of his office.

"So, how's it going? You ready to hit the campus, take a look around, hit the registrar's office…" Blair said enthusiastically, getting up to meet the young man.

"I figure we can hit your office first," Daryl said without much enthusiasm.

"My office…why? You planning on changing from criminal science to anthropology?"

"Not a chance, but I will need to know where my faculty advisor is," Daryl answered with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"Ad-vi-sor…" both Simon and Blair said at the same time.

"You got me into this. Going to school for two years to give me the edge I need at the academy…and a social science is a social science, my man."

Simon groaned and shook his head. "Your advisor."

Daryl smirked as he watched the sheepish looks that passed between his father and his friend, and asked innocently, "Is there a problem dad?"

Before either man could comment a new voice drew their attention.

"Blair, honey." A red headed woman flowed into the bullpen a huge smile on her face.

"Naomi," Blair said with surprise, hugging the woman. "What's the occasion?"

"No occasion sweetie. I'm heading up to Canada for a retreat and thought I'd stop by and see my favorite son. Hi, Jim, Captain Banks." She greeted the other two men as she stepped back to look her son up and down.

"Son!" Daryl said in surprise, looking Naomi up and down. "You're Blair's mom? Lookin' good!"

"Daryl!" Simon and Blair chorused.

"Now who might this charming young man be?" Naomi asked with a laugh.

"This is my son Daryl." Simon introduced, resting his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"I wish I knew you were coming, Daryl and I have plans this afternoon; I'm showing him around campus…"

"Hey, no problem man. We can do this whole college bit some other day," Daryl said.

Naomi just shook her head. "No, no, no. You boys go do whatever it is you need to do. I'll see you later at the loft, sweetie."

Daryl laughed and looked over at Blair. "Well, seeing as how nothing is going to get me out of this college thing, we better get a move on…sweetie."

"Cute, Daryl. Real cute." Blair shot back. "If I were you I'd be a little nicer to the person who's going to be picking out your classes for the next two years—that two-year degree may just turn into six."

While Blair and Daryl continued to trade jibs as they waited for the elevator; still teasing each other when the doors closed, Simon and Naomi watched the retreating figures with a mixture of sadness and pride.

"Job never ends does it?" Simon said quietly, watching the elevator doors close.

"No…just changes," Naomi answered.

With the promise of a new flavored coffee and an update of her son's latest 'exploits', Naomi followed Simon into his office. He poured the coffee and handed her a mug before settling heavily in his chair. "He wants to be a cop--go to the academy. He has a full basketball scholarship waiting for him and he wants to blow it."

"That's not how he sees it." Naomi said quietly. "The hardest thing to do is admit we've done all we can and now it's up to them. I remember Blair's first day at Rainier: so eager, so excited, so not needing his mother. But they always need us, no matter where they go or what they do. They always need us; our love and our support."

"And I'll always be here to give it to him."