Still trying to clear out my unfinished fic folder ;)
This one features a little someone who some of you may be familiar with. If not, you should go and read 'Lost Time', but if you don't want to, you will still be able to follow this. It may just help.
This is rated M for a bit of naughtiness and in the second chapter, some violence. Don;t read if you don't like either of those things ;)
Emily sat next to the tub, her one arm dangling in the warm water. She scooped up a handful of bubbles and placed them on his nose.
His little face scrunched up, "Mommy!" He squealed, grabbing for his own handful of bubbles and smearing them on her face.
"Why you little monkey." She chuckled, placing her hands under the water and tickling his tummy and sides. His giggles echoed through out the bathroom.
"Stop mommy. Stop!" He yelled, his words almost a gurgle as he couldn't get them out through the laughter.
She leant over and placed a kiss to his forehead, "C'mon buddy. You gotta get ready. Aunt JJ will be here any minute."
His head cocked to the side, staring at his mother, "Aren't you coming too mommy?"
"No sweetie." She said, massaging a pinch of shampoo into the thick dark curly hair on his head, "Me and daddy are going out tonight."
"Are you going to talk about my present?"
Emily smiled. The first time she and Derek had left Dillon to go out on their own they told him they were going to talk about his birthday present. It had just stuck.
"Dillon." She began, showering the suds off his body, "Every time we go out doesn't mean we're talking about buying presents for you."
"But it's my birthday soon." He told her.
Her eyes widened, "Is it really?" She said.
His brow furrowed as he stared at her and she couldn't help but smile. He was the mirror image of his father whenever he pulled that face.
"Hey, I'm only kidding." She said tapping the end of his nose lightly, "Of course I know it's your birthday."
"What's going on in here?" Derek asked as he walked in to the room.
"You and mommy have to talk about my birthday."
Derek knelt down next to the tub, "It's your birthday?"
The little boy's eyebrows peaked and he stared at his father, "Stop being silly daddy. Mommy already did that. I know you know it's my birthday." He said matter of factly.
Emily chuckled as her son folded his arms and Derek looked a little bewildered. He then turned to her and shook his head, "He is definitely your son." He said.
~~CM~~
Just before midnight that same night they fell through the front door, both a little light headed from the wine. Emily flicked on the light switched as they made their way through the hallway and into the lounge. She fell back onto the couch and closed her eyes from the tiredness of the day taking over.
He stood above her and stared down.
"What?" She asked with a smirk as she opened her eyes to find him there.
"You are one hot mama, you know that?"
"Shut up Derek." She waved away playfully.
"No. I'm serious." He said, stepping across the room to the stereo. "Mommies aren't supposed to look like you. At least, I don't ever remember a mommy looking like you."
"And what exactly do I look like?" She asked with a raised brow.
But he didn't answer her, just continued to stare at her intently... Soft music began to play and he remained silent as he stepped across the room towards her. His eyes stayed fixed on her her and his lips curled up at the sides just a little in a small smile.
He held a hand out to her, "Dance with me." He uttered, his voice deep, but soft.
She threw him a sultry smile back as she placed her hand in his and allowed him to guide her up.
He slipped one hand around her waist and held her hand tight against his chest. He placed a warm, slow kiss against the soft skin of her neck and then rested his cheek against hers.
They swayed to the music and she closed her eyes taking in the feel of his strong body against hers. She loved it when he held her so tightly. She always felt overwhelmed by the feeling of contentment, love and security.
She let her free hand find the waist of his suit pants and slid underneath the fabric of his shirt, tracing the contours of his stomach muscles with her fingers.
She felt him judder softly against her as he chuckled lightly and then turned his head to face her. "You wanna play tonight eh Emily Prentiss?" He whispered.
She held her lips together tight but they could not mask the smile... She nodded slowly, her stare captivating him.
He smiled back at her before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers. He deepened the kiss, hungrily exploring her mouth with his tongue, and she responded in kind. But after a short while, he pulled away from her, leaving one hand on her waist. He stared a her and grinned.
"What?" She smirked.
He responded only by glancing down. The cleavage of her breasts was peaking out of the top of the dark red fabric of her dress.
He looked back up to her with a glare that had wildly changed. It was wanton and serious.
His free hand wandered around her back and found the zipper at the top of her dress with ease. His stare lowered again, and as he pulled the zipper down slowly, the fabric slackened, revealing her naked skin bit by bit.
He leant down and lightly kissed the dip between her breasts, her eyes closing at his touch. As he nipped and suckled at the flesh, his hands crept under the dress and slipped it off her shoulders. It fell in a heap on the ground and left her entirely exposed, but for a red pair of lace panties and a pair of black stilettos.
A sigh escaped her lips as she felt his fingertips trace her bare skin from the tops of her arms, down her back and over the plump flesh of her buttocks. The heat in the pit of her stomach rose and she began to get a little impatient. She wanted to feel every sensation from him. She wanted him to go quick but she wanted him to go slow. She wanted him to be gentle, but she wanted him to just take her... to take control.
So she opened her eyes and placed two fingers under his chin, guiding him up to face her once again. She smiled wickedly before leaning in slightly so their lips were just an inch or so apart. But as he went to breach the gap, she pulled back, her smile turning to a smirk.
His eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what was going on in that beautiful mind, but before he had chance to speak, she had hold of his hands and he felt a tug as she stepped backwards, towards the door way.
He quickly tugged back though and she frowned at him questioningly.
"I don't feel like climbing the stairs tonight." He uttered.
"But..."
He shook his head halting her words, "When was the last time we had this place entirely to ourselves?" He said looking around the room.
She smiled. Force of habit meant that anything like this usually took place in the bedroom with the door firmly locked. But tonight there was no need.
He stepped backwards taking her with him until the backs of his legs found the sofa, and he lost his balance as she pushed him down. He sat and stared at her, his eyes wandering up and down her naked body... still naked but for the panties and stilettos.
She held out one hand to him, which he took gently, entwining their fingers, whilst not taking his eyes off hers. He took a little of her weight to steady her as she began to move, placing one knee over one of his thighs and then the same with the other so she was straddling him. She sat back on his legs and leant down, quickly taking his lips in hers hungrily.
The word 'baby' fell from his mouth in a whisper as he felt every muscle in his body tense and his arousal pressing against his pants. Somehow, between the kisses and the murmuring, she had managed to unbutton his shirt and he only realised as the air assaulted the bare skin of his chest that the shirt was now a heap of material on the floor at his feet.
But then everything suddenly changed; The kisses halted as she cupped his face in her hands and their eyes met. Neither of them were sure why, but they just stayed still, looking at one another.
She looked into his searching eyes, her chest rising and falling heavier than usual. She lightly traced her thumbs over the skin of his soft cheeks as she studied him. She couldn't quite believe how safe and content she felt. He made her feel that way every day. Her whole life she had never been one to feel content, but in their short time together since he found her in that small coastal town with Dillon, it was getting so that those memories of being scared and alone were a distant distant memory, so much so, she started to forget how that had actually felt. She gave the smallest of warm smiles.
He stared at her big, dark eyes and got lost in them. He still couldn't quite believe that he shared a life with her. That they got their second chance and he got to hold her every day. He got to kiss her every day and that they had created a little life together. He couldn't imagine loving two people more than he did them. She had completed him.
And then she did it... she gave him one of her smiles and he couldn't take it anymore. It all changed again.
He lifted her monetarily of his lap and spun round, laying her down on the sofa. She chuckled as he frantically fiddled around with his belt buckle, then undid the zipper of his pants. As he shed the clothing on to the floor beside them, she reached up and hooked her arms around his neck, "Hey." She breathed with a big smile, "You in a rush to be somewhere?"
His body suddenly froze and he just took her in, and slowly a big smile formed on his lips too. He glanced down her body and tugged at the lace panties, "Actually." He almost growled, "I do." And he peeked back downwards as he slowly removed the fabric, his fingers brushing her thighs sending a tingling sensation through every nerve ending all over her body.
"Well don't let me stop you then." She drawled.
He stared at her for a few more seconds, taking in that wicked grin that had now appeared on her face. He leaned forward and placed a brief kiss to the tip of her nose before leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, along her collar bone, over her plump breasts, down her taut stomach before feasting on his goal.
Her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head before she closed them, biting down on her bottom lip. His lips were like magic.
As he went on and on, the fire in the pit of her stomach grew and grew to the point she thought she may explode. She reached down and held his head gently just underneath each ear.
"Derek." She whispered, though this time her words were raspy and she was a little out of breath.
She didn't need to say any more.
His eyes met hers and he quickly climbed up her body, wasting no time crashing his mouth against hers. The kisses were animalistic and he almost bit down on her tongue as she took hold of his hardness and guided him towards her.
"Emily." He breathed hard as he was finally inside of her.
She wrapped her arms around his strong back, bringing them in rhythm with one another as he thrashed against her. He thrashed and thrashed until their climax when they became one big hot sweaty mass on the sofa who didn't have the energy, will or want to remove their hold on one another.
~~CM~~
A few hours later her head shot up. Her cheek was clammy from lying on Derek's chest, the heat from their bodies against each other causing him to sweat. The room was still dark but for the first signs of the morning sun creeping through the gap in the curtains.
She looked around and saw her cell phone flashing on the floor beside them. Picking it up JJ's name was on the screen.
"JJ?"
"Emily." She rushed.
The brunette frowned and held the back of her hand to her one eye to try and subdue the pain.
"JJ?" She groggily, "What time is it? Were we..."
"Emily." The blonde interrupted.
Emily immediately sat up, causing Derek to begin to stir. She heard a panic in JJ's voice.
"What's the matter JJ? Has something happened to Dillon?"
"I don't know. I mean, I'm so sorry Emily."
"JJ what the hell is it?"
Derek, was now sat up too frowning at her.
"He's gone. I don't know where he is."
"How can he be gone JJ? You have an alarm downstairs. You said you always set it."
"No. He was taken from the bedroom. Whoever it was cut the glass out from the outside."
"What the hell JJ?"
"I know. I'm sorry. I've called the police. They're on the way. You should get here too."
~~CM~~
Five minutes later, they were both dressed in the nearest pair of jeans and T-shirt they could find.
"Derek." She cried as they got in to Morgan's SVU.
He reached over and placed one hand on hers that was lay in her lap as he turned on the ignition with the other, "It's ok baby." He said in a deep, but broken voice, "He's gonna be ok."
"You don't know that." She said, putting her free hand over her mouth to stop the sobs.
And all he could do was rub his thumb over her soft hand. Of course he didn't know Dillon was going to be ok. How could he? But he had to believe it.
The journey to JJ's consisted of Emily crying one second, then begging Derek to think of who it could be that had taken their son.
"Think." She said, "Think Derek. Every recent case you've had."
He shook his head, but deep down knew that it could be any case they'd recently had. It could be a case from years ago. These psychopaths never forgot.
They got to one block away from JJ's place. As he turned a corner, he glanced over to Emily, who was tapping her foot frantically and her hands were shaking. He went to grab one of them but as he did, Emily screamed, "Derek!"
He just saw the large dark van, a split second before it smashed into the side of their SVU, then there was nothing but blackness...
~~CM~~
The pain in the back of her head hit her first as she began to awaken. She scrunched her eyes tight and took a deep breath in. But as she tried to exhale, her throat felt constricted. She wriggled her head to loosen the grip around her neck, but it did nothing. Everything felt hot and clammy. She went to lift her hands to remove what ever it was that was there, but they wouldn't budge.
She heard a little sob.
Her eyes shot open. The light in the room was dull, but she could see just fine. She looked down. She knew he was there before her eyes fell upon his little head from his sweet smell. He was slumped against her, his face pressed against her chest, as if he was exhausted. His body juddered every few seconds from each dry sob.
"Baby." She whispered.
Dillon's little hands were clasped together at the back of her neck, his arms pressed so tightly around her that she could barely breathe properly.
"Dillon." She muttered.
Suddenly he jerked and his big brown eyes were looking at her. His face was soaked from the tears he had been crying. Never had she seen her son looked so scared.
"Mommy." He cried, jumping up so he was kneeling on her thighs. He threw his arms back around her neck and let his head fall on her shoulder.
It pained her not being able to touch him. To put her arms around him and hold him. But she still had no idea what was going on.
"It's ok Dillon." She said softly, "Everything will be ok. I promise."
She strained her neck to look over his shoulder and she immediately saw Derek's leg.
"Dillon." She said, "Can you sit down baby."
The little boy did as she said, but would not let go of her. His hands were now gripping her one arm.
Derek was slumped on a wooden chair, his head lolled forward and arms tied behind his back. She could see a stream of dried blood that once trickled from the top of his head, down his cheek. His T-shirt was smeared in what looked like a mixture of oil and mud and his jeans torn at the knees.
"Derek." She said, but he didn't move.
"Derek." She repeated a little louder, but still there was nothing.
She watched him intently for a few seconds, her eyes honed in on his chest, waiting... willing for it to move. And after what felt like minutes, but what was actually only a few seconds, she saw his chest rise and she exhaled in relief.
"Dillon." She said gently. "Look at me baby."
Her son tilted his head back and looked at her, his eyes red and sore.
"Dillon I want you you to do something for me."
He just stared at her.
"I want you to go over to daddy and wake him up."
The boy's eyes darted towards his father and widened. She could see the fear on his face immediately.
"It's ok sweetie. Daddy's just sleeping. He's ok."
Dillon sat still, continuing to examine his father.
Emily tilted her head down and kissed his forehead, "Please baby." She whispered, "Go wake daddy up. Please."
The little boy looked up to his mother with fear and she immediately felt a pang of guilt, but what else could she do? She gave a small smile and a slight encouraging nod of her head. "Please sweetie." She uttered. "I'm right here."
Dillon gripped her forearm with one hand as he shuffled in her lap and then slipped off. He ran the few steps to Derek and slammed in to his legs.
"Daddy." He said, shaking Derek's thigh.
Nothing.
"Daddy." He repeated, shaking harder.
Nothing.
"Daddy!" He shouted, the frustration and upset in his voice stabbing Emily in the heart.
"Dillon." She said calmly, causing him to look back to her, "It's ok sweetie. He'll wake up in his own time. Come back here."
The boy looked at his mother. She tried to smile at him, but it was just all wrong. He hadn't seen her smile like that for a long time. He remembered that smile from the nights they lived by the coast. He'd come downstairs to get a drink and he'd hear her crying in the living room. He'd creep in, but she would always sense him there. By the time she had turned around to look at him, there were no tears on her face as there should have been, there was just that smile. He hated that smile because he knew it meant everything was not ok.
He took a breath and looked her in the eyes, "It's ok mommy." He said as a matter of fact, then turned back his father and climbed up on to his lap. He placed one hand on each side of Derek's face and leant forward and whispered in his ear, "Daddy. Daddy. Please wake up. Mommy needs you."
He pulled back a little, his hands remaining where they were, and looked at Derek. He saw a little flicker of his eyelids.
He leant forward again, "Daddy." He whispered, "Please. You have to help me help mommy. She's sad."
He looked at his father once again, and his eyes fluttered open. With his tiny hands still cupping Derek's face, Dillon gave a small smile, "That's it daddy. Wake up."
Derek squinted at his son, "Dillon?" He uttered, confused.
The little boy ran his hands gently over Derek's cheeks, then around to the back of his neck, letting his body weight fall forward so his was hugging his father, "Please daddy." Dillon cried now, "Please get us out of here."
Derek looked over Dillon's shoulder, his vision blurred. He could see the outline of another person opposite him and it took a split second for him to realise exactly who it was.
"Emily?" He said, pressing his eyes shut and shaking his head in an attempt to see properly.
"Yeah, it's me Derek. Are you ok?"
"Are you ok?" He immediately responded having no regard for himself.
"Yeah."
"Where the hell are we?"
"I don't know." She replied, just as she came into focus for him.
He frowned at her and then jerked, trying to pull his arms loose from behind his back.
"Dillon." He began, "Go back to mommy. Let me try and get out of this."
He felt his child take a sharp intake of breath, and he knew too well it was a sob.
"Hey buddy." He said, "We're gonna be alright, ok?"
Dillon looked at his father, and gave one unconvincing nod, his bottom lip quivering.
"Are you hurt?"
Dillon shook his head and Derek felt a wave of relief flow through him. It was short lived though when he remembered the predicament they were in.
"Now go to mommy."
Dillon did as he was told and jumped back on to Emily's lap, flinging his arms around her body.
Derek looked at her, "You any idea what this is about?" He asked calmly.
She shook her head, "No. I just woke up myself."
"So you haven't seen anyone?"
"No."
"Ok." He said, looking around, "I'm gonna try and get out of..."
But they all shot round to look at the doorway as they heard the handle turn and a lock being unbolted.
So, what do you think...? Are you happy to see little Dillon again ;)