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Title: Innocent Until Proven Guilt
Pairing/Characters: David/Colby
Rating: PG
Word Count: 265
Prompt: #376 Cookie
Summary: Meet Julia Granger-Sinclair, international cookie thief.
Spoilers: None.
Notes/Warnings: This drabble is an answer to a pact made between me and [personal profile] sororcula and LJ user mustangcandi. They've already posted their delightful drabbles. I, of course, am putting it off until the last possible moment. I have head canon that post-series David decided his promotion cost him too much, rushed back to Colby, begged his forgiveness, and proposed all the same day. Few years later, David's in charge of his own team, and Colby has cut back on his hours so he can be at home more with their baby girl. 
Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me except for the wee clever baby. ;)

This fic was posted unbetaed. A first for me. All mistakes are mine. Thanks to [personal profile] melissima , [personal profile] emmademarais and [personal profile] swingandswirl for all their encouragement and support.



David heard his daughter’s wails long before he reached his apartment door. That kid had an impressive set of lungs on her and didn’t hesitate to use them. Taking a very deep breath, he steeled himself as he stepped inside. He felt less trepidation facing down hardened criminals than he did one very cranky, almost-3-year-old.

“Hey, babe. Long day?” He asked, leaning over to kiss his husband hello.

“You have no idea. Your daughter is somewhere in a puddle of snot and tears over in the naughty spot. If nothing else, I think she may have a future as an international cat thief. She was out of sight for 5 minutes. How she climbed up and emptied the cookie jar without being caught is beyond me.” Colby winced as Julia’s frustrated screeches rose in decibel.

“I don’t know. Sounds like a weak case to me. Circumstantial at best. Where's your evidence?” He teased, rubbing his goatee to hide his smile.

“Oh, the chocolate smears on her face and hands were a dead giveaway. She looked me straight in the eyes and said ‘No, Daddy. Not me.’ Thank goodness she hasn’t learned about forensic countermeasures yet. I’m not sure I could break her story in interrogation. I felt my resolve crumbling the minute she gave me those wide puppy eyes.”

David edged his way over to the kitchen doorway to subtly check on his poor babygirl. “We could always try the old standby, ‘Good Cop, Bad Cop’.”

“With you? More likely ‘Good Cop, Softie Cop. You’re even worse than me once she gets that wobbly chin going.” 
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