Whatever it Takes

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters depicted from the TV show "Close to Home"

Summary: Not to sure where I'm going to end up with this one. Possible abduction by that guy in the episode where he was accused of raping the girl, but he was at the mall at the time. Now he wants his revenge. Maybe something like that.

Rating: As high as I can make it

Distribution: rather you not, though this show isn't really taking off with the fiction so I don't think I need to worry about it.

Chapter One

"What the hell are you doing?" came a sleepy voice from the hall.

Annabeth looked guiltily up at her husband from the work she had spread across the kitchen table.

"I know, I know. I said I wouldn't do this anymore, but this case is so complicated. I just really need to work on it tonight," she pleaded with Jack.

"No, honey," Jack practically growled, "this is what the fifth time this month I have caught you up past one in the morning working on a 'really complicated case that I just have to get right.'" How long do you think you can do this for? Do you really think depriving yourself of sleep is going to help you focus on your cases?"

"Please, Jack. Just this once, I really need to get this done."

"No. You are coming back to bed with me even if it means I have to throw you over my shoulders and tie you to the bed to keep you there."

"In any other situation that would sound like fun," she grimaced.

"I'm not joking Annabeth, you're going to burn out."

Annabeth looked from her papers to her husband. She had seen that look of determination on his face only so many times and decided not to test his mood this early in the morning.

"Ok," she sighed, "I'll come back to bed; just let me put this stuff away."

"Uh-uh," he muttered, "I'm not falling for that one again."

He leaned over and picked her up bride groom style.

Her eyes widened and she wrapped her arms around his neck, "what are you doing?"

"Last time you told me you were just going to put your stuff away, I woke up an hour later and you were still working. Now, to bed."

He trudged down the hall with her in his arms. Had he not been so tired it wouldn't have been so hard to carry her slight form the short walk down the hall, but he was running on fumes. As gently as he could he settled her into their bed and followed behind her.

Sighing he wrapped his arms around her, "now this is better."

"Jack," she whispered.

"Mmm," he grunted in response.

"Love you."

Smiling slightly he kissed the back of her head, "Me too. Go to sleep, baby."