"Fuck me."

"I'm pretty sure I already did that."

Erin couldn't help but snort in laughter. "You're a pig."

"Yet, here you are - naked and in my bed." David's smile lit up his entire face.

"I was horny," she told him matter-of-factly.

"Don't you have a husband?"

"That's besides the point."

"I'm pretty sure that's exactly the point."

"Are you trying to profile me?"

"I'm not trying anything."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Fine."

A silence filled the room. She reached over and grabbed her phone to type out a quick message to her husband, explaining that she would be later than usual. He turned to look and her and rolled his eyes. Without a word, he lifted the sheet from her body and shifted so he was now on top of her, puling the sheet over himself. He ducked his head under her texting hands and placed gentle kisses along her collarbone.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes staying glued to the phone.

"Distracting you," he replied simply.

"I'm not getting you off again," she sighed. "I said one time only."

He lifted his head and smirked at her. "I never agreed to those terms."

"Too bad."

She locked the phone and placed it back on the nightstand. He noticed that she made no move to push him off from on top of her, but she didn't exactly wrap her arms around him either.

"I need to leave."

"Not necessarily."

"He's expecting me home."

"So?"

She sighed from below him and he thought she would give him a shove so she could escape from beneath him, but she surprised him by spreading her thighs and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He settled further into her, burying his nose in her neck right under her chin.

"Erin?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you love him?"

The question hung in the air for a moment and she sighed once more. He lifted his head to look at her, but her eyes were locked on the ceiling fan above them. He opened his mouth to apologize for asking, but she interrupted him with her answer.

"I did love him," she confessed. "A long time ago."

"But...?" He couldn't help his curiosity.

She finally looked at him and couldn't resist pressing her mouth to his gently. He kissed her back languidly and rolled them over, her arms still locked around his neck and her legs entwining with his. He caressed her smooth back with his fingers before pulling away from the kiss.

"You're avoiding the conversation," he breathed out.

"I told you I didn't want to talk about it."

He was about to retort when her cell phone rang. For the second time that night she surprised him by grabbing the phone, turning it off, and then tossing it behind her shoulder, leaving it land somewhere among their previously discarded clothes.

"Won't he be suspicious?" he asked, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Just shut up and kiss me."

His smile reached his eyes and he gladly obliged.

David typed quickly on his laptop in the sanctuary of his den. The soothing tunes of Bing Crosby, Frank Sinatra, and Dean Martin echoed through the house and the glass of a 42 year old scotch sat on his desk, the contents half gone. He was intensely focused on his writing, getting details down as they came to him when his cell phone ringing broke him of his thoughts. He sat back and looked at the phone, frowning when he didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Mr. Rossi?" A girl's voice sounded on the other line and David's confusion doubled.

"Yes, this is he. May I ask who is calling?"

"My name is Megan Strauss, Erin Strauss' daughter."

David felt as his nerves shot. What was Erin's youngest daughter calling him for? "How may I help you, Megan?"

"My mom gave me your number to call in case of an emergency." The fifteen year old's voice was filled with emotion which worried David even more.

"Is everything okay, Megan?" he asked gently, already dreading the inevitable answer that was to come.

"Mr. Rossi," her voice cracked. "My mom is missing."

David sped down the roads of Quantico, the sirens blaring on his vehicle and his hands shaking as they gripped the steering wheel in front of him. He couldn't get Erin's daughter's words out of his head.

"We haven't been able to find her for two days. She was supposed to be home by 6 pm Tuesday night, but she never showed. I didn't think anything of it until I got home from school on Wednesday and called her office to find that she wasn't in at work at all on Tuesday or Wednesday."

Where the hell was she? She was lying peacefully in his arms just a few days ago and now she was missing? "Damnit, Erin," he muttered to himself as he pulled into the driveway of her home. "What have you done this time?"

He wasted no time in jogging up to the front door and knocking incessantly. The door swung open and David was greeted by a young man no older than 17.

"Lucas, I presume?" David reached out and shook the hand of Erin's son.

"Call me Luke, Mr. Rossi," the boy said as he stepped aside to let David into the home. David recognized the facial features of Erin in her son immediately - green/blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, and the same square shaped face.

"Luke," David corrected himself. "What can you tell me about your mom's supposed disappearance?"

Luke sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking at his feet. "I don't know, Mr. Rossi. She was here Tuesday morning. She was acting normal, she made us breakfast, packed our lunches and said goodbye as Megan and I left for school. I went out that night with some friends when Megan called and said mom hadn't come home yet. I told her not to worry about it - sometimes she works late. But I knew something was off."

"How so?" David asked, crossing his arms over his chest and watching Luke's facial expressions closely.

"She hasn't missed one dinner with us since - since she got back from rehab. She was always home at 6 o'clock on the dot. And then we woke up and she wasn't home still. Megan called her office and..." He trailed off and David placed a gentle hand on the boy's shoulder in a sign of comfort.

"Where's your oldest sister? Melanie?"

"She's on her way," Luke explained. "She's studying at Truman and she caught the first flight out here."

"And your dad?"

"New York on business. We left messages, but he hasn't returned our calls. Sometimes his conferences don't allow him to call for a few days."

David didn't like the way that statement sounded, but he nodded and they moved further into the house to find Megan. She was sat on the couch, biting her nails and staring at the wall.

"Meg," Luke called out and the girl raised her worried eyes to her brother's and then to David's.

"Mr. Rossi," she jumped off the couch and ran over to him. "You're going to help us, right?"

David smiled at the girl and nodded his head. "Your mom is a federal employee and a friend. Of course I will help. I've already informed my team of the situation and they should be getting back to us shortly."

"What aren't you telling us?" Megan asked, her eyebrows furrowed together tightly.

David saw barely any resemblance between Megan and Erin. Megan's hair was dark brown and her eyes chocolate which, David guessed, she must have gotten her looks from James, Erin's husband. She definitely had Erin's smarts though - noticing the concern in his eyes. He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Unfortunately, your mom's position and power of authority causes her to make enemies. She deals with politicians and bureaucrats, some who don't take too kindly to the decisions she makes or the fact that a woman is making those decisions."

"So, you're saying someone has taken her?" Luke questioned, his eyes wide.

"I'm just saying we cannot rule out the possibility."

"Dave," Hotch greeted over the phone. "We found Erin's cell phone and car in an abandoned parking lot just outside of the city. There are a few scratches on the side panel of her driver's door and her keys and phone were on the ground. It looks as if there was a struggle."

"Damnit," David swore, running a hand over his face. "Hotch, listen, Erin's kids said that James Strauss left on a business trip Monday morning. I need Garcia to look through his credit card records and find out if a plane ticket was bought to New York."

"You think James did this?" Hotch asked.

"He's not answering his children's phone calls, Aaron. They haven't spoken to him for days. That just doesn't sit well with me."

"I'll have Garcia go through his records and see what we can find out."

The first thing that registered in Erin's mind as she woke up was pain. Agonizing and excruciating pain throughout her entire body. Her lips were dry and her throat felt like there was sand stuck in it. Her eyelids fluttered open and adjusted to the dimly lit room. She noticed the four walls around her and the muck and grime that covered them and the floor. She went to move her arms, but found them handcuffed to the chair she was sitting in. Everything was spinning, her head pounding and her eyes unable to focus.

"Well, look who's awake," a deep voice came from behind her and she frowned, recognizing it.

The man stepped around to face her, wielding an object that Erin couldn't place in his hands. She raised her eyes and focused on the face of her kidnapper. Immediately placing the voice and the face, Erin began to struggle in her confines, desperately trying to escape.

"There's no use, Erin," he laughed. "You might want to save your strength."

"What are you doing, John?" she croaked.

Jonathan Strauss smiled brightly -reminding Erin of his brother, her husband - and leaned down so his face was level with hers.

"I wanna play."

End of part one! Not sure how long this will be... Hmmm. Review, please! :)