Author's Notes: Alright, before we begin, so background info. This story came about after someone asked me in regards to 'A Mother's Love' where I saw the Rugrats once they grew up. I began to think about it and quickly came up with their lives and careers and families. It became very detailed and I debated how I might make a story around this when I was reminded of an amazing work I read a year or so ago. Called 'Of Love and Bunnies', it is a Power Rangers fic that sees the then current team of rangers, the Dino Thunder Rangers, convince their mentor Tommy to take them to Angel Grove to meet the original Rangers. Through a series of events Angel Grove decides to hold another Power Rangers Day and the entire thing becomes a massive reunion with nearly every past ranger (and some past villains!) come to meet and have fun.

What made that fic a blast is that there were arcs of the Rangers trying to do simple things… and it spiraling into chaos. Much like the Rugrats… a trip to a cake shop becomes a mission to save Dil, for example. Thus I decided to do the same thing here: take the adult Rugrats, who have grown up and moved on and have new careers and families, and have them reunite in their home town for a two week vacation… only for silly, funny, wacky things to happen that pull them into chaos land. Along for the ride are their spouses and, of course, their babies.

The main characters will be the Rugrats: Tommy, Dil, Chuckie, Phil, Lil, Kimi, Angelica, and later on Susie. Their spouses and babies and parents will also get screentime. I am basing their characters in this on my own headcanon and ignore things like All Grown Up when I want to. There is nothing wrong with fan ideas or the spinoff, it just doesn't work for what I am doing here. Also, I am assuming this story is taking place in 2016, so the events of Rugrats started around 1986. I do this purely so I can keep references and technology current. Let's face it, the cartoon didn't care about time so why should I?

Finally… baby speak. Rather than do POV changes that can slow down the story, I am using "normal text" for adults and "italic text" for baby talk. Thus, when you see a baby 'talking' to an adult the adult will NOT understand it. For some characters they can switch between baby and adult, like Angelica used to in the show.

Los Angeles

Clair Deville-Roth was much smarter than her mommy.

This might have sounded crazy, seeing as Clair hadn't even been born yet, but she knew she was smarter than her mommy and quite frankly was a little worried about leaving her nice comfy womb. She was warm and never got hungry and while she didn't know what outside of the womb was like she had a feeling it wouldn't be as convenient as her current little spot. That just proved she was smarter than her mommy, as it was mommy who was clearly anxious to leave the security of the womb and journey into the outside world. Not that Clair was scared… more like she knew when she had a good thing going and didn't want to ruin it.

The second thing that proved she was smarter was her name. Well… Clair was a good name. She liked it and it fit her perfectly. She knew she looked just like a Clair, even if she hadn't ever even seen herself before. She knew she was a Clair so mommy had been smart there but that just meant that her mommy got some things right. Clair was still smarter than her. No, the problem was with her last name. Mommy kept insisting that she was Clair Deville but that made no sense. She was clearly Clair Deville-Roth… she'd heard her daddy say so when he talked to her from outside and he sounded pretty on the ball. Mommy would always argue though that because they weren't berried that meant Clair was just a Deville. That made no sense… how could you be berried? Not that Clair knew what a berry was but she had a feeling mommies and daddies couldn't be berries and babies especially couldn't be so mommy must be wrong and that meant Clair Deville-ROTH was smarter than mommy. At least she knew her full name!

Clair wiggled a bit, trying to get comfy even as everything around her bounced. Truth be told, if she had to pick only one name, she'd pick Roth because her daddy sounded really smart. Her mommy was nice but since Clair was with her all the time she heard about her forgetting to buy milk or not taping a show or messing up her password on the computey. Clair didn't know what any of those things were but she knew daddy would never do that. Her daddy was smart and made sure to get close to her from the outside so she could hear her clearly… all mommy did was talk about how she couldn't see her feet. Which was silly… who cared about feet? They didn't do anything! So yes, the Roths were smart.

The Devilles though were CRAZY! Clair's Uncle Phil seemed okay, as he would always say hello to her, but he giggled whenever he called himself 'Uncle Phil' and wondered if he could toss someone named Jazzy Jeff out of his house. But Grandma Betty was nuts… she thought Clair was a doggy! She kept saying how she wanted to meet 'the pup' and Clair would get frustrated and kick at her voice. She was a baby, not a pup! That should be obvious but Grandma thought she had floppy ears and a tail. Clair knew she didn't have floppy ears and last she checked she didn't have a tail… unless the thing attached to her belly button was a tail but she doubted that.

But what truly sealed the deal and made it clear that Clair was much smarter than her mommy was that mommy didn't get that Clair didn't like being bounced around! And right now she could hardly think because everything was jumping about. Clair could hear sirens in the background and people she knew were called 'police' shouting for mommy to stop and Clair, quite honestly, wanted mommy to do JUST THAT.

Ugh… why did mommy have to be so dumb?

~MC~MC~MC~

Lillian 'Lil' Deville's feet struck the sidewalk hard as she ran, the echoes of the police officers that were chasing after her rumbling in her ears. She mentally cursed herself for getting into this situation and really cursed herself for wearing her stupid nice shoes instead of swallowing her pride and putting on the 'clown shoes' as she liked to call them. They might look like something a circus performer would wear but they were comfy as hell and compared to the nice dress shoes that were currently cutting into her swollen feet they would have been like fluffy clouds. The nice dress shoes were perfect for when she had to be in court and make a good impression but not during a chase!

She groaned as she turned a corner, putting one hand under her dome of a stomach, trying to support it even as she reached behind her back and pulled out her gun, fingering off the safety. She could hear the police and their dogs gaining on her and she grit her teeth, refusing to let a little thing like being 8 and a half months pregnant stop her. She was NOT going to let them catch up, no matter what they were shouting at her. Instead she shouldered past a confused dishboy that was taking out the trash at the end of his shift and pushed herself into a muck-filled alley. When she spotted the dead end though she came to a stop and did the only thing she could: smile.

"Nowhere else to go, Edwards!" Lil shouted, drawing her gun and pointing it at the man that had nearly run into the brick wall before them. "Now, I need to pee really bad so why don't you do the decent thing and get on your knees. Unless you want to see what happens when you piss off a Federal Agent."

"What, you'll eat me tubbo?"

"I'm pregnant, nimrod," Lil snarked, taking a step closer. She nodded back towards the alley's entrance. "And you hear all that noise? Those are a bunch of locals who are pissed off a preggo beat them in a footrace. They are looking for some stress relief and subduing your behind would work wonders for them." Lil reached for her belt and pulled out some handcuff, tossing them at Edwards' feet. "Now put them on so we can end this before they whip out the billyclubs."

Edwards scoffed. "You don't know where you are, do you Agent?" He held out his arms wide. "This is my gang's special spot and that door?" he jerked his thumb towards a door half-hidden in a recess, the light above it flickering and causing the shadows to dance. "Behind it are twenty of my crew looking to plug a few cops. Don't worry though… we won't shoot you." Edwards slowly walked over to the door, rubbing his nose, even in the dim light Lil could see the crusted blood and fine white powder that clung to his wispy mustache. "Some of my boys ain't never been with a pregnant chick before. Maybe we'll make ya moo-"

The door flew open and Edwards gasped as a baseball bat swung out and hit him right in the gut, sending him tottering to the ground, blood gurgling from his mouth. He tried to roll away only for the bat to come down on his ankle, shattering it.

"Talk nice to my sister, would ya?" Phillip 'Phil' Deville said over the screams of the injured rapist, motioning for several more Federal Agents to come out and cuff Edwards. Lil could just make out the rest of Edwards' gang already cuffed and subdued inside. She walked over to Phil who was looking the bat over to see if it had gotten cracked knocking Edwards about. "Hey Lils, I thought the plan was to let the locals chase him here?"

"Well, I was at home being barefoot and pregnant when I thought "I am a Special Agent for the FBI and I have been working to catch this rapist for the last 4 weeks and it is not 1953 so no, I think I'll handle it myself.'"

"Geez, Lil, take it easy, just asking."

Lil sighed, her breath coming out in pants. "Sorry… you know my temper gets revved up when I get done with a chase and the hormones aren't doing me much good." She ran her hand over her massive belly. "Still, I think Clair loved the exercise. She's been wiggling in delight the entire chase!" Lil glanced over at the door. "So you were right about them hiding here."

Phil scratched as his beard, the one he'd grown when he was 23 and tired of everyone thinking he was 14. While his hair was naturally straight the scruff on his chin and cheeks curled slgithly, looking like Velcro. "The particulates on the shoe we found didn't lie. This is the only place in the greater Los Angeles area where you could get that mix of sediments and talc. Got Edwards and his entire gang wrapped up in a nice bow. The perfect way to wrap up before maternity leave."

"Please, don't remind me," Lil groaned. "I am not looking forward to the next 6 months of boredom."

Phil leaned down and cooed to her stomach. "Mommy doesn't mean that, Clair-bear."

"Oh shut it," Lil said with a laugh.

Two hours later Lil and Phil were back in Phil's lab, glasses of sparkling grape juice (in a show of solidarity with their, as Phil called it, 'knocked up fearless leader') passed around. The only person who wasn't all smiles was Lil's boyfriend (at the moment… some days they broke up and got back together 10 times… Phil was convinced his sister was, to his disgust, addicted to make-up sex) and baby daddy Langdon Roth. He was thrilled that Edwards was off the streets, though he would have liked to get a confession out of the bastard. The case would be easy enough for the Federal Prosecutor but wrapping it up in a nice bow would have been wonderful as it meant he could have enjoyed his 2 month vacation with Lil (having decided to take all his vacation time in one massive lump to help with the baby) without the trial hanging over his head. Still, the bad guy was caught, his girlfriend and their baby were safe, and he got to deliver the good news to fifteen families that the sons of bitches that had raped their daughters were going to rot in jail for a LONG time. That didn't mean though he was happy that his girlfriend had chased the leader of said rapists and he was currently pouting that no one else was taking his side (mostly because they all feared Lil's pregnancy rage turning on them).

"No no no," Dr. Gina Deville, the team's ME and Phil's wife, cooed to their 8 month old son Petey. The tot was trying to grab his mother's drink but Gina didn't want to deal with cleaning him up, especially this late at night. His brother Benny was asleep on the cot in Phil's lab, the chirping of Phil cicadas lulling him into a deep rest, but Petey was still having trouble sleeping through the night and had woken up right when Lil had arrived back with the good news. "Well, a toast to the conquering mama-to-be!"

"Here here!" the team cheered, draining their cups.

"And here's to hopefully getting booze when we celebrate next time!" Dr. Cramer, the team's profiler, said with a grin.

"Langdon, slap him," Lil said from where she sat, her shoes kicked off and resting in her boyfriend's lap. Langdon stopped massaging her soles (he was annoyed at her but also loved her too much, damn it, to deny her a bit of comfort) to smack Cramer on the shoulder, the shrink laughing as he darted away. "Thank you. That earned you one night of me not dumping your ass."

"And what do I get for not going all caveman when you decided to chase the rapist for four blocks?" Langdon asked.

"Nothing… that attitude is why you love me," Lil teased.

"Gag me," Phil moaned.

"What you and Gina do on your own is none of my business!" Lil retorted, the rest of the team laughing at Phil's expense. Phil began to refill their glasses, knowing that all the barbs were in good fun, and Lil allowed a gentle smile to form on her lips. When she'd been assigned to create this task force she'd known there were doubters. How could there not be… at 26 she had been the youngest Federal Special Agent to be given her own task force. It didn't help matters that she didn't staff it with the usual stiffs with suits; rather than playing politics she'd chosen a wide range of consultants including her brother to make up her team. While Phil was a well known 'bug and slime' guy in the academic world, having turned down offers from Harvard and Yale in order to work with her, the FBI big wigs in Washington had worried about Lil's choices, fearing she was purely playing favorites with her brother. After Phil helped crack several cases their tunes began to change and now, 5 years later, her bosses were bending over backwards to get her and Phil whatever they needed to track down the bad guys. She already had to tell Langley that she wasn't interested in moving to D.C., even if Lil had a feeling that they wanted to groom her to eventually take over the whole Bureau. She was happy right where she was.

Lil watched as her team mingled with the agents that had come by to congratulate her both on the case and the baby, a tired smile gracing her lips. As much as she hated being shunted off for six months she knew that things would be in good hands. It wasn't the actual time off that bothered her, as she very much wanted to bond with her baby and spend as much time as she could with the new little life she and Langdon had created, but rather it was being away from the task force that was giving her pregnancy cold feet. Lil was the first to admit she was a workaholic, being the first one in the office in the morning and the last one out the door. The task force had been her baby before her baby and it was hard to part with it and be out of the loop for months. Still, with Phil and his wife both back from their maternity leave/vacation she knew that her brother would be able to keep things running until she made her return with Gina easily sliding into Phil's role as second-in-command.

Yes, technically Agent Simmons, who was currently trying to explain to Cramer why Star Trek was superior to Star Wars, was in charge of the task force but everyone from her bosses to Simmons himself knew he was merely a figurehead and that Phil would be the true power behind the throne. He'd been her unofficial second-in-command since they'd started and while he didn't have a badge or a gun (despite his whining that he should and attempting to make a potato gun that one time) he was her partner and everyone knew it. If Lil were honest with herself there was no way the task force would have lasted as long as it had if not for Phil. While his knowledge of insects, dirt, minerals, and plants was a godsend when it came to tracking the movements of criminals it was his people skills that truly made him invaluable to her. Lil knew that she could come off as abrasive to those that knew her; Dil had once teased that when Lil wore her badge she put on her 'Angelica Face' and Lil had admitted that she saw that as a compliment. Phil however had planned on being a professor before she'd brought him into her task force and his ability to work with different personality types and figure out the best way to explain things to people was a godsend. Lil had seen him break up fights between Gina and Cramer, asking what they were trying to say and then calmly breaking it down into simple terms for the other to understand. He could get bitter girlfriends who didn't trust the police to part with valueable info about their fugitive boyfriends and comfort sobbing victims who feared that justice would never be served. Where Lil had only become more determined as she grew up, emulating their mother, Dil had learned from their father how to go with the flow and ease up. When the clock was ticking and every second meant a criminal was getting further away having Phil's cool head was priceless.

Of course Phil wouldn't be taking over right away. Him and Gina still had a few weeks of vacation left and were using them up now along with Lil and Langdon.

As if reading her mind Deputy Director Shaw, Lil's boss and the man that had first entrusted her to create the task force, entered the main conference room, snagging a cup of grape juice from Cramer. "So, you got Edwards wrapped up in a pretty little bow, huh?"

"Yes sir," Lil said, reluctantly pulling her feet away from her boyfriend's skilled hands and slipping her shoes back on. She'd at least tossed the nice shoes aside and grabbed her clown stompers.

Shaw nodded, sipping his drink before turning to Phil. "A baseball bat, Phillip?"

"I grabbed what was available, sir," Phil said, doing his best not to smile and failing miserably.

"I'd suspend you while we investigated your overuse of force but considering I'm losing your sister for 6 months and you're on vacation already I guess you luck out."

"Not really," Lil said, "if Phil had been more clever he'd have waited, got suspended, and been able to keep his vacation days."

"Curses, foiled again," Phil deadpanned, taking Petey from Gina, rocking his younger son.

Petey was being stubborn, however, and refused to go to sleep, preferring instead to look about at all his favorite people in the world. Benny had told him a few weeks ago that their parents' workplace hadn't always been so lax and when he'd been a little baby daddy had hid him in drawers whenever Mr. Shaw came around. Petey though that sounded like fun... it was like hide and seek! But Benny preferred things as they were now, where he could play on his ipad in his daddy's office while he looked at icky stuff (neither of the boys were allowed in where their mommy worked... they didn't know what she did but suspected it involved making punch as she sometimes had red stains on her pretty white coat). Benny got to spend a lot of time with daddy, as he was old enough for the big people to understand him. Petey had only recently been able to string together enough sentences to talk to his big brother but getting mommy and daddy and Aunt Lil to understand him was far away in the future. First he needed to master moving around on his own and sippy cups. So when he was given a chance to hang out with daddy and the people who worked with him Petey took hold of the opportunity and refused to let go.

"So, where are the four of you off to?" Shaw asked. "What little locale has seduced my best agent, consultants, and everyone's favorite lawyer-"

"Not mine," Lil teased, "I prefer Matlock."

"Shove off," Langdon laughed.

Lil chuckles before addressing her boss. "Just a few hours east of LA, sir. Going back home to Yucaipa."

Phil nodded, picking up where his sister left off. "We have a perfect storm of parties and events happening over the next two weeks so our family decided to have a big reunion."

"I thought the Devilles already had their reunion a few months ago," Shaw said. "You were making potato salad, Lillian."

"Tried and failed," Lil admitted. She'd never been a good cook since she'd stopped making mud pies. "And not that family. You ever hear the saying "The family you got and the family you chose"? This is the one we chose."

Phil began to tick it off. "Our mom's birthday is Tuesday, then on Friday our friend Angelica's mom is finally retiring so her and her husband are throwing her a party, and then the next week it is our friends Chuckie and Kimi's parents' 30th wedding anniversary. We spent so much time together growing up that they all feel like our parents so we are driving down and helping with all the parties."

Shaw nodded taking a seat, motioning for Langdon to hand him a cookie from Lil's secret stash. The Special Agent frowned as her boyfriend did so, knowing she really couldn't argue but mentally deciding he now owed her a whole box of cookies for that little betrayal. Expensive ones.

"So, what kind of town is it?" Cramer asked. "A wacky one full of strange going-ons?"

"Nah," Martin, the team's resident sketch artist, said as he tried (and failed) to quietly spike his grape juice without being noticed, "I bet it is a normal town but full of zany, wacky characters."

Phil and Lil shared a look before shrugging. "Not really," both said.

"It's pretty average, actually," Langdon said. "At least from what time I spent there." He glanced out of the corner of his eye at Lil. "Though, it does seem like this one is a magnet for trouble."

"Oh, I am not."

Gina nodded. "Langdon, be nice. We both know that Phil and Lil are equal amounts of trouble magnets."

"Mommy enjoys picking on me," Phil whispered to Petey, who stared at his daddy in confusion before he went back to the very important task of trying to gum the wedding ring off of Phil's finger. Out loud Phil said, "I don't know if that is entirely fair... but we do seem to get sucked into some crazy things."

"Oh, we do not," Lil complained.

"Getting lost in the woods," Phil sang.

"We were babies, doesn't count."

"Paris," Phil added.

"Again, babies. And I blame Chuckie for that."

"The Noodle Hunt?"

"Babies again and Tommy is lying about still having nightmares about it!"

"Benny's second birthday."

Lil scowled. "It is so not my fault! I dialed the right number!" When everyone stared at her in confusion she grumbled, "I allegedly hired a donkey show instead of a petting zoo."

"I'd say Mr. Deville was the most shocked," Langdon quipped.

"The donkey was pretty startled," Phil chimed in.

"Oh eat a worm," Lil growled.

Though she did her best to look angry it didn't last long, especially when Petey began to fuss and reach out for her. Letting out an oomph Lil took him from her brother, resting the baby on top of her big taunt stomach, staring at him with a goofy little smile as he tried to determine once and for all if he could shove his entire fist into his mouth. "It'll be nice to see everyone again. We haven't all begin together since... Stu Picke's award ceremony?"

Phil shook his head. "Tommy got the flu and couldn't come, remember? Kimi had to care for him the entire night. And Susie had to stay in DC for her fillabuster. I think it was my wedding."

"You're right," Lil said, watching as Petey fought to stay awake. "God... it's been four years? Way too long." She grew quiet for a moment, Phil finally coming over and collecting his now dozing son, who had tuckered out and fell asleep sitting up, his little hand still in his mouth. Lil reached down and tenderly ran her hand over her tummy. "But it is going to be so much fun, isn't it Clair... a nice, peaceful vacation."

Clair Deville-Roth was smarter than her mommy. She knew this. Case in point: Clair knew there was no chance they would have a peaceful vacation.