~Chapter 1~

The alarm went off next to Walsh's head, promptly waking him up. He smacked the alarm off and grumbled to himself. Walsh pulled himself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, hoping a shower would wake him up some.

After showering and getting dress, Walsh made his way down to the restaurant to make some coffee. As soon as he walked in, he saw Shraeger sitting at the counter with an open file in front of her.

"How are you even coherent this early?" Walsh asked in disbelief as he made his way towards the coffee maker.

"Haven't slept yet. Brown wants us to look over this case."

Walsh hummed in response and placed a cup of coffee in front of Casey.

She took one sip of the coffee and made a disgusted face. "Your coffee is still terrible. Now, let's go!"

"Calm down, Rich Girl. Just let me grab my jacket."

Five hours later found Walsh and Shraeger at their desks, finishing up paperwork. The perp had been caught and locked up. It was a pretty successful day if Walsh said so himself.

Suddenly, Walsh heard his name being said. He recognized that voice. It couldn't be, could it? He turned around and couldn't believe what he saw.

"Izabelle?" Walsh asked in disbelief.

The girl turned around and looked at Walsh. "Daddy!"

Walsh closed the few feet between and embraced his long lost daughter.

"Baby girl. I missed you so much." Walsh whispered into Izabelle's hair. "Where were you? I was so worried."

"I'm so sorry, daddy. I missed you so much. I didn't mean to stay away for so long." Izabelle replied.

Meanwhile, the entire precinct was gathered around the pair, faces all varying shades of confusion.

Finally, Shraeger broke the silence. "Um, Walsh? Who is this?"

Walsh turned towards everyone and put an arm around Izabelle. "Everyone this is my daughter, Izabelle."

"You have a daughter?" Shraeger and Beaumont asked at the same time.

"Yup! I am indeed Jason's daughter." Izabelle replied before Walsh had a chance to say anything.

"Is that true, Jason?" Beaumont asked.

"Yeah. I haven't seen or talked to her in over a year." Walsh replied.

Beaumont looked between Walsh and Izabelle, and then left the room in a huff.

"Is there someplace we can go talk? Please?" Izabelle asked.

"Yeah. We can go back to my apartment." Walsh replied.