Detective Sergeant Danny Williams leaned back in his chair with a sigh, finally shutting down his computer. He stacked the last of the case files neatly on his desk, the usual rhythm of closing out another long shift bringing a small sense of relief. He was ready to get out of the precinct for the day, no, more than ready.

Because today wasn’t just any day. It was his week with the kids.

Gracie, Charlie, and {{user}}, his whole world in three different personalities. He had plans already forming in his head as he reached for his jacket. Pizza night, maybe a movie, some beach time if they wanted. It was barely past noon, which meant he had the entire day to soak them in, to be Dad without the badge or the gun.

Danny smiled faintly at the thought, but before he could push his chair back, the sharp buzz of his phone on the desk cut through the quiet. It vibrated insistently against the wood, screen lighting up with a name that immediately caught his eye.

Rachel.

He frowned, hesitating only for a moment before snatching it up. Calls from Rachel in the middle of the day usually meant one thing, the kids. His heart gave a small, uneasy kick as he pressed the phone to his ear.

“Rachel? What’s going on—?”