Fall Into Darkness

Eliot's Dream

Eliot Spencer always enjoyed the time after midnight and before dawn. It was a time not a lot of people were around. The quiet of the night relaxed him. He took a long drag of his beer and sat on the front porch. He went though stages, where alone was what he needed. It wasn't like it used to be. Seven years ago he was a man with a price on his head and a whole lot of past sins to atone for. He got a call a few days after his thirty-first birthday to do a job. Stealing some airplane plans with Hardison, Parker and Nate. Now years later along with Sophie they were still stealing but it was all for the greater good. He also found someone he thought he had lost. Long before Aimee and the others there had been McKenna Shane Hawks. She had been a shy waif of a girl when his sister Jodi had brought her home…thinking back it was almost thirty years ago. She had been seven. He had been nine. He fell in love with her over the years and when he left seven years later it had nearly killed them both.

"Hey, cowboy." The sound of her voice in the night sent a shiver down his spine.

"I was just thinkin' about you." She shut the screen door lightly. Shifting his leg he made room for her on his lap. Always obliging Kenna snuggled herself into him. Inhaling her scent Eliot pulled her closer. He never knew the smell of green tea and watermelon shampoo could be such a turn on.

"Good thoughts, I hope?"

"Nothing but." He kissed the top of her head. "Kids asleep?" It still felt kind of funny saying it but they had kids. Two of them. Faith was three and Chance was three months old today.

"Yeah, Talia's sleeping with Helen again." Eliot chuckled. Parker had gotten hooked on hippos when Kenna had been pregnant with Faith and got the little girl hooked on them too. Now it seems their German Sheppard was getting overly attached to his daughter's favorite.

"Maybe it's a good thing." Kenna closed her eyes and ran her hand down his arm.

"Maybe." He felt her relax against him. She knew he came out here to be alone. He had been restless all evening. After dinner she had taken the kids upstairs and let him unwind. That had been nearly five hours ago. He had gone for a ride into the woods, worked out, taken a shower and downed three beers yet he still couldn't shake the feeling he had deep in the pit of his stomach. "I just wanted to say good night." She whispered. He knew she hated going to bed alone just as much as she hated waking up alone. But she knew that sometimes he needed to time to himself.

"I'll be up in a little bit." Running one hand down her back he lifted her chin with the other and kissed her. She moved her hands to his face and deepened the kiss, her tongue invading his mouth. Kenna played dirty and tonight was no exception. Standing up she smiled.

"Don't be too long." She leaned over and kissed the top of his head. Opening the door the dog came outside. "Let Talia walk the parameter before you come up." She went into the house, closing the door tightly behind her.

"Looks like you and me are sleeping on the couch tonight girl." The dog looked at him and whined. "Okay, I'm sleeping on the couch." He rubbed the dog's ears. "Gehen, zu Fuß den Hof Talia." Telling the dog to take her walk Eliot watched the animal start at the porch and worked her way around the house. It would take her a good half hour to cover the ground she had to cover. Eliot lifted the bottle to his lips and took another long drag. Tomorrow they would head back to the city and start back to the life they had gotten used to. Nate had a whole lot of cases waiting for them back in Boston and he and Kenna knew that they had to get back.

The last few days had been nice. He took Faith horseback riding and they had all just gotten to know each other again. Damien Moreau had taken Kenna and faked her death. For seven months Eliot looked for her, not believing that she was really gone. Home now, they both had an uneasy feeling about things to come. Moreau was in prison awaiting extradition and Philip McClosky was dead so neither could put a finger on their paranoia. Eliot had nightmares more often then he would admit to but lately they had been coming hard a fast. He wasn't sure what it all meant. He knew Kenna felt his tension and it was weighing heavily on the both of them.

Five years ago Eliot wouldn't have believed he'd be where he was today. He had found a niche with Nate in the others, helping people when the law couldn't. Actually he had been proud of what they had accomplished over the years and he hadn't felt that way for a very long time. He was proud of what the team had done, proud of the life he was living and proud to be someone his wife and kids could depend on. This hadn't been his dream when he left Kentucky at sixteen, or when he joined the army two years later. It wasn't even the dream he had when Kenna walked back in his life four years ago. Now, standing here, he knew that dreams weren't made in the past. They developed with time, when people came into your life. The sound of Talia's paws on the porch broke Eliot out of his thoughts. He looked down at the dog.

"Oh, you my furry fraulein are in deep shit." The treasured Helen Hippo looked like it had been in a fight with the eighty pound Sheppard and lost. Downing the last of his beer he shook his head and reached down letting the dog drop the toy in his hand. Eliot let the dog in, shut and locked the door, set the alarm and headed to the mud room. Throwing the hippo into the washer Talia watched him, confused. "You know that's Faith's. She will hunt you down if it doesn't come clean." The dog looked at him then put her front paws on the washing machine to look where her friend had gone. "Not happening. Down." The dog took one last longing look at the purple hippo and obeyed. Throwing a load of darks in to complete the load he added soap and started the machine. "I'm sure she will let you play with it in the morning. Go, watch." He said in German and the dog didn't hesitate. She headed up the back stairs to watch over Faith and Chance. Grabbing two more beers he headed up too, hoping Kenna was in a forgiving mood.

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The room was illuminated dimly by the baseboard lighting. Eliot kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his shirt. He knew that his wife understood his need to be alone but today had been hard for her and he knew it. She had been taken from them for seven months and she still harbored some feelings of abandonment. Sliding off his jeans he sat on the bed and took off his watch and lay down next to his wife.

"Talia took Helen Hippo on her walk." He said softly, knowing she wasn't really asleep.

"That should go over big in the morning." Eliot felt her shift and then curl up against his chest. He groaned. She was completely naked. She was trying to kill him.

"I threw it in the washing machine with a load of jeans." Kenna ran her hand down his chest. "I'm sorry about today."

"No need to be sorry cowboy. I get it." Her leg ran down his. "We all need time to ourselves now and then." Her hand was moving down lower, grazing his ribs and tracing the puckered scars on his stomach. Kenna moved her hips, sliding her leg over his as her hand moved lower. She stopped at the curve of his hip and ran her fingers over the sensitive area between his hip and hardening manhood. "How long have you been having the nightmares?"

"A few weeks. I thought it was because I was missing you so much. Faith got knocked on the floor more than once."

"Have you had any since I got home?" Her fingers were moving over him and he was really losing all coherent thoughts.

"Last night." He ground out.

"Before or after we fucked on the basement stairs?" He looked down at her. Her brown eyes were dancing with mischief.

"Before." Leaning down, he kissed her. He had woken up on the couch in the basement. They had been watching a movie and they both had fallen asleep. He had awaken in a cold sweat and Kenna was gone. She never would have left him in the semi dark basement unless one of the kids needed her. Hearing footsteps on the stairs Eliot had vaulted over the back of the couch and found her coming downstairs. He didn't say a word just took her right there on the steps.

"It felt like desperation."

"It was. I woke up and you were gone." She ran her hand over him, making him harder. Kenna always knew him better than anyone else. "Like the last seven months." Her hand was tracing him and stroking him and he couldn't hold back his moan. "Kenna…" Her lips moved down his chest and she shifted between his legs. "Oh, God baby." She nipped, nibbled and kissed her way down his chest. Spending an ungodly amount of time on the scar on his stomach, Eliot thought he would explode if she didn't continue her journey. When he thought he couldn't take it anymore she moved lower, teasing him with her tongue and stroking him with her hand. He let her be in charge for all of a minute before he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up, flipping her on her back and plunging into her.

"Sorry baby, I couldn't hold back any longer." He started moving his hips. Kissing her deeply Eliot moved faster and he felt her hands on his back and down his ass pulling more deeply inside her.

"Oh yeah Eliot, oh God yes fuck me." The words fueled his desire for her. The soft southern drawl that came out when she was extremely tired or unbelievably turned on made him even harder, if that was possible. He moved his hands to either side of her head and kissed her deeply, his tongue dancing with hers. Opening her eyes she looked into his. "They can't get to you when you're with me." She whispered.

"I know." He growled. Moving faster and pushing deeper Eliot watched his wife as she was pushed over the edge. Her nails bit into his shoulders and her hips bucked pulling him deeply into her. He followed with his own orgasm shaking him to the core. He collapsed on Kenna as she ran her hands over his head and back. Taking a deep breath Eliot went to move but Kenna didn't release him. She held him close and made him look at her.

"I meant it Eliot. As long as you're with me, you'll be safe." She whispered and reached down pulling the blanket over them both. That's the way they fell asleep, with Eliot still inside her and her arms wrapped securely around him.