"I don't want to!" Henry laughed loudly, throwing the pillow back at the older boy.
The seven year old caught it and threw it back to his friend. "Do it!" he whispered, laughing when the blond boy with his new glasses fell back on the bed because the pillow hit him too hard in the chest.
Sitting back up, the agent's son readjusted himself on the bed. "What if Aunt Emily gets mad?" He liked his Aunt Emily too much to get in trouble by her.
"I don't think you will," Jack shrugged. Looking over his shoulder to the wall that connected the room they were in to his Aunt Emily's room, the seven year old shrugged. "She's doing it."
The bleached blond boy gave the face his mother made when she thought deeply about something, his tiny fingers digging into the pillow in his lap. "Ok!" As long as Aunt Emily didn't find out and tell his mom then it was ok.
Both boys stood carefully on the bed before beginning to jump on the comfortable mattress.
Henry's laughter echoed around the room as he jumped when the older boy fell back onto the bed. "I can jump higher!"
"No!" the Unit Chief's son laughed, getting back up. "I can!"
"No, I can!"
Oblivious to the boys on the other side of the wall, Emily's hands clenched tighter into the sheets of her bed. "Fuck," she bit out, her teeth biting hard into her bottom lip as the man behind her pushed deeper.
The accented man laughed as he watched her head fall forward, and he was quick to take a hand from her hip and pull at her dark locks.
A hiss came from the agent's lips.
"Tell me what you want, love," he chuckled darkly, teasing the brunette as he slowed his strokes.
Emily's back arched as she pressed herself back against back against the younger man. "If you stop, I'll kill you," she breathed, laughing gently as the Brit immediately sped up his pace. "That all you've got?"
Going back to gripping both of Emily's slender hips with his hands, the younger man felt himself sink deeper into her body.
"Emmy!"
Her head whipped around to the master bedroom's door at the small screech of one of her nephews. "Fuck!" She jumped off her bed and quickly slipped on her underwear and her nearest robe. "How did I forget I was babysitting?"
The man still in the bed quickly slipped his underwear and shirt back on before trying to hide himself underneath her covers.
"Sweetie," Emily rushed out, kneeling before Jack on the ground. Taking in his wide eyes and small tears trickling down his apple cheeks, the FBI agent felt her heart race. "Jackie, what's the matter?" He should have been asleep hours ago.
"Henry fell," the seven year old cried.
Rushing the child back into the guest room, Emily found her friend's son lying on her floor. "Henry baby, what happened?"
The crying boy let his aunt help him up. "My arm hurts," he sobbed, holding his elbow.
Emily took one look at the young boy's arm and saw the bruising already start, his bone gently protruding from its socket. "Sweetie." Careful of his arm, the FBI agent hauled the four year old up into her arms. "We're going to go to the hospital, ok?"
"Is he gonna be ok, Aunt Emily?"
The ivory skinned woman slipped her shoes on before rushing back to her bedroom door. "Mick, get the car for me."
Jack stopped behind his aunt and watched a man run from her bedroom and rush down the stairs. "Who's that?" His dark eyes stopped their tears for a quick second to watch the familiar man pass by.
"Remember Aunt Emily's friend Mick?" she asked, trying to smile as she got Jack and Henry's shoes. "Lucky he's here, right? We need a driver right now." After helping the blond boy with his shoes, Emily kept him cradled against her chest. "Don't worry, baby. We're going."
Henry clutched the older woman's robe with his good hand as they ran out of the apartment and down to the SUV.
"Drive to Sibley Memorial," she told her boyfriend, leaning back in the seat with Henry in her lap. "Jack, put your seatbelt on."
With the Brit driving over the speed limit to race to the hospital and both boys were strapped tight in their seatbelts, Emily grabbed her second cell phone she kept in the car for emergencies. "Pick up," she whispered, her free hand smoothing down Henry's hair. "JJ," the brunette breathed, "we have a problem."