Illustration by Rosie Payne

And by that I don’t mean I want him and Kevin to adopt. 

I mean I want it to be an average day at the precinct when Holt walks out of his office with a young woman. They shake hands, bid goodbye and Jake walks over to ask who she is. 

“Who’s that? Someone from city hall?”

And Holt just casually replies. “No that’s my daughter.” 

And everyone in the bullpen just stops, stunned. Because he’s never mentioned it before, ever, even in passing. 

“You have a daughter?” 

“Yes, her name is Claire, she is 24 years of age and studying at Jon Hopkins.” 

Jake: Yeah, I thought you investigated everyone that’s breathed the same air as the captain in an effort to bond with him. 

Amy: I thought she was his notary! 

*cut away*

Holt: Here is your certificate confirming you completed volume one of my mentorship program. 

Amy: Thank you Captain!  So official, it’s even notarized!

Holt: Yes.  Here is a photograph of the notary, Claire. 

Amy: Oh, I saw her in a photo with you and Kevin, I was wondering what your relationship was.  Did she notarize your marriage certificate?

Holt: *looks at watch* Given that it is 30 seconds after official work hours I will permit this single personal question.  Yes she did. 

*cut back*