Hey my fellow readers. Welcome to my second chapter. WARNING: if you read my first chapter before, I re-wrote it. So you might want to read that again, just saying. Anyway, I am super super super sorry it's been so long. I've had a terrible couple weeks, and I'm sorry. Really I am. I don't have internet at my house so the only way I can post is if I go somewhere that has it, like my grandma's or the library. I promise there will most likely never be that long a wait. I promise, most likely. So anyway, thank you to my WONDERFUL reviewers. I love ya guys. And thanks to everyone who has added to story alerts, and their favorites. I would greatly appreciate it if you would review. It's what keeps me going. I know most people respond directly to their reviews, but since I only have my phone to review to them to, it's way too hard and takes forever. So imma going to reply here. If you reviewed and don't see a reply here, it's probably because you reviewed after I wrote this. I will catch you next chapter, I promise.

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WARNINGS: mentions of child abuse, a little bit of M in this chapter.

Taken

Chapter 2

Walking into the house that Greg and I had bought five years ago after being married, I sighed with relief when I saw Roxxi curled up in between Jace and Seth. They were okay. Greg and I had adopted them for various reasons. They are our children, no matter what anyone says, and we will always love them above everything else. I loved all my children the same, and did not love Jake any more than them. He may be mine and Greg's only biological child, but that did not mean we loved him more than the others. Maybe it would be a good idea to explain a little about how they came to live, and eventually get adopted by us.

Seth and Jace are twins. Jace being a little bit older, more outgoing, and not as shy Seth. They were abandoned by their crack head mother and pimp father, in an old rickety house that was falling apart and was barley standing when they were seven. Severely dehydrated and half-starved, they were found just in time. We tried adopting them as soon as we could, and once they were ready to take that step. They came to live with us when they were nine, and they were almost eleven by the time the adoption papers went through. It took a while for the adoption papers to go through, seeing as we were a gay couple, and it was our first adoption. They just turned fourteen two months ago. I still remember the first time they came to live with us.

*FLASHBACK*

I watched Greg as he nervously paced his way around the living room, and couldn't help but think of how sexy he looked. His hair was in as much of a disarray as it always had been. He wore a loose fitting light blue short-sleeved shirt and tight fitting dark blue jeans.

"Come on baby, relax. It won't be good if the social worker sees how much of a nervous wreck you are," I said gently as my eyes followed my husband. He stopped for a second but then resumed his pacing.

"I don't see how you can be so tame, baby. Soon, we're going to have two boys living in our house. Aren't you excited?" He stopped and gazed into my eyes, but once again resumed his pacing,

"Of course I am babe. I just know how hide it better. Plus, I haven't had twelve cups of coffee today unlike some people I know," I replied. When Greg passed in front of me, I quickly wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my lap, placing a gentle kiss against his soft, kissable lips. He responded by pressing his body farther into me, and giving me a longer kiss.

"For your information I've only had six cups today not twelve. And if you keep up that up, 'somebody's' not going to be giving you any tonight," Greg retorted gazing at me with lust filled eyes.

I chuckled and whispered "You know you can't resist my sexy body, or go a night without letting me show how much I love you and your body," into his ear as I slowly licked the shell of it.

He shuddered. "Stop that, we have guests coming and you don't have time to finish what you have started. Plus, naughty boys don't get to have sex until they properly apologize for their unforgivable actions," Greg said, rubbing the crack of his ass against my rapidly growing hard on, and sucking on my neck. I moaned loudly and felt Greg smirk into the crook of my neck.

I rolled over on top of Greg and sucked furiously on his neck, as my hands reached inside his shirt to tweak at his nipples, which I knew drove him insane. Licking and kissing my way across his collar bone, up his neck to his jaw line where I gently nipped a line up to his ear. I was encouraged by his moans and gasps of pleasure. I whispered into his ear, "Please Greggo, forgive me for being a bad boy. I'm sorry for my unforgivable actions." I gently bit his lobe.

Greg shuddered as my ministrations sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. "You're forgiven, now please finish what you started." I was about to take his shirt off when we were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

"Damn it," we both whispered under our breath until we realized what the ringing of the doorbell meant. The boys were here, finally. Trying to get rid of my hard on I rolled off of Greg and went to answer the door. I took a second to try to get my erection under control, and after another ring of the doorbell and a particularly nasty picture of a naked girl, I was ready to answer it.

Opening the door and saying a cheerful "hello," I was met with the most unpleasant scowl from a woman in a grey suit and high heels. The boys, who I assumed where Seth and Jace, were standing on either side of her. She had a tight grip that looked almost painful on one of their arms, her long red fingernails digging into the skin underneath.

"What took you so long, Mr. Sanders-Stokes? I have a very important date tonight and I really don't wish to be bothered with such petty meetings," She said dropping the boy's arms; I noticed they had marks from where her finger nails had dug into them. But, they made no sign that it hurt, even though I knew it should have.

"Please come in. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was in the bathroom and my husband was in the kitchen cooking when the bell rang. That's why it took us a while to answer," I lied smothly, not liking this woman at all. I could tell she didn't give a crap about the boys she was dropping off, probably didn't care about any of the kids that it was her job to protect.

I stepped aside so that they could enter. I could tell the boys were scared. They stuck close by each other, their arms slightly touching. Once they were inside, and in the bright light of the living room I could see them more clearly. They had bruises that were just starting to heal. They tried to keep the looks of terror concealed, and did a good job of it. But, I could see through it because it was my job. I wondered what made them so scared. I knew they had been in foster homes before, so I knew it wasn't because they had just lost their parents, or that it was just their first day in foster care. Maybe they had had bad experiences before? Meeting Greg's worried gaze, I knew he was thinking the same thing.

"Nice home you got here. I think the boys will thrive wonderfully here. I just have some papers you need to sign and then I will be off." She said barley glancing around. Now wait a minute, wasn't she supposed to check the house more thoroughly, make sure they had bedrooms to sleep in that were properly furnished, and ask us questions. Confused, I decided to just wait and see wait happens.

"Please boys sit down. Anywhere's fine," I said pointing to the love seat. They looked surprised at being told to sit, and hesitated at first. When they saw the glare that Mrs. Tilly gave them they quickly sat down, so close together that they were almost in each other's laps. I frowned at her. And she said, "If you're not firm with them, then they won't behave like they are expected to."

No matter what I was feeling at that moment, I decided to keep my mouth shut and not say anything that could get the boys taken away before they even got a chance at living here. I could tell that they needed a loving home, and me and Greg where the ones who could provide it.

Mrs. Tilly sat in the chair, which was across from the couch that Greg and I were sitting on. After passing some papers over to us to sign, she quickly stood up to leave. "Oh I almost forgot their clothes." She passed us a Wal-Mart sack that was filled with a couple of shirts, two pairs of pants, and a pair of socks and underwear.

"This is all they have," Greg asked in confusion. There weren't even enough clothes for one boy to live on, let alone two. A surprised look crossed over face and she simply said, "Yes. And it's plenty for them. You don't have to worry about buying them clothes. They have their own, that suit their purpose quite nicely."

Greg and I both frowned. "We'll be buying them new clothes tomorrow then. This is not enough. It's really no trouble," Greg said quietly, I knew that that meant he was really mad, and the lady was lucky he wasn't going off on her.

Mrs. Tilly shrugged. "I really couldn't care less what you did with them. Buy them new ones don't buy them new ones, there in your hands now." She turned to the boys and addressed them directly. "Do you remember what I told you? If you mess this home up, I will separate you two, and I will make sure that the people you end up with are worse than any you've been with before. You do whatever they tell you, and I swear if you come to me once more telling me lies, you'll be separated faster than you can scream. Do you understand me?" She said harshly, and the two terrified boys looked at the ground and nodded.

"They'll do whatever you want now, and if they complain just tell them you'll separate them, that should keep them in line. I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Mr.'s Sanders-Stokes." And without another word she was gone, leaving two terrified boys trembling on the couch.

"Sirs, I'm Jace. Please don't separate us. I swear we'll be good. I'll do whatever you want, I promise. Name it and it's done," Jace said looking down the whole time, and holding hands with his twin, Seth. Seth looked up scared but nodded his agreement with his brother.

"Oh, sweeties. You don't have to call us sir. Please, call us whatever you want, but do not call us sir. I'm Greg and this is my husband Nick. We're not here to hurt you. You will never be hurt in this house I swear. We brought you here because we wanted kids to take care of, not because we wanted to hurt you. Now I do have an important question for you. Would you guys like to share a room, or do you want separate rooms?" Greg said holding back the tears that were threatening to spill.

"You mean, we can chose? And we get to sleep in an actual room," Seth asked his voice expectant. There was a glint of something in his eyes and he seemed generally happier, but I couldn't tell what it was.

"Of course you can sweetie," I said looking them straight in the eyes. "Why wouldn't you be able too?"

"Normally we sleep outside, or in the garage, or wherever they decide to put us. We never got to sleep in an actual room, let alone a bed. We tried to get comfortable wherever we were by staying as close as we could to each other. It's the only comfort we had," Jace explained solemnly.

I was appalled at the situation that they had to live in. And judging from the look on Greg's face, he felt the same. Trying to control my anger, I calmly said "Well things are going to be different this time, I promise. We're not going to be like those other homes. You'll find love and acceptance here. We don't expect you to trust us fully right away either. We really do understand that you need time to trust us. And when you do finally trust us fully, everything will be a lot better."

They gave a timid smile, almost like they were afraid of what we would do if we saw that they were happy. "Would you guys like to see your room, I'm assuming you want to share?" Greg asked. They nodded slowly probably not believing that this was going be any better than before. Taking them up to their room and seeing the complete happiness wash over their faces when they saw it filled with everything that they had ever wanted and more.

The room had wooden bunk beds up against one wall that included a built in desk. There were two identical dressers along the other wall, a T.V. sitting on top of one of them. They had a walk in closet that was yet to be filled with clothes, and toys upon toys upon toys.

Over the next month we learned a lot about the boys and what they went through. They were hardly ever fed, and had been physically, mentally, and emotionally abused. They were very protective of each other and you could see that they meant everything to each other. They've only ever had each other, until they came to live with us. Even when they lived with their parents, they only had each other, because their parents didn't give a shit about them. When they finally did trust us enough to believe that they actually deserved a place to live where they were loved, and even that they were loved, they were so happy. They told us that they finally felt like they belonged somewhere. And they do. Right here with their family.

*END FLASHBACK*

Now Roxxi's parents were killed in a car crash when she was five. She lived with her aunt and uncle until she was seven, and her uncle died of a heart attack. Her aunt really didn't want to have to take care of a seven year old. She had never actually done anything to take care of her. It was always her uncle. Roxxi's aunt left her alone in a park a hundred miles away from her house, with two pieces of bread and a bottle of water. They still haven't found her aunt. She was bounced around from foster home to foster home for a year. Roxxi had better luck in the foster homes, and only went into one or two where she was abused. Her case worker actually cared about her, and went through all the right protocols before letting her come and live with us. She only had trouble adjusting for like the first week, but after that she was okay and loved being where she was. Seth and Jace did their best to make her feel welcome. They truly did love and still do love her like a little sister. She came to live with us when she was eight. We adopted her a few months later. She's ten now. Anyways, back to the story.

I slowly walked into the living room, just in case they were sleeping, I didn't want to wake them up. When Roxxi saw me she instantly jumped up from in between her two brothers and landed in my arms, burying her head into my neck. She was crying and her tears soaked my skin. Grissom was right, my kids did need me.

"Hey baby, did you miss me?" I whispered, placing a gentle kiss into her blonde curls. I looked up to check on Seth and Jace, and could tell that they needed me to, even though I knew they thought that they were too old to admit it.

She nodded into my neck. "Papa I was afraid that you were going to leave me. Seth and Jace said you were just at work, looking for daddy and Jakey, but I was still scared." Her tears slowly stopped.

"Oh, no, baby. I would never leave you guys. Shh... It's going to be okay. I'm not going to leave you, I swear," I said softly. Tears were starting to fill my eyes. I didn't know that Roxxi felt this way. I carried her over to the couch and sat down, in between Seth and Jace with her on my lap. I wrapped one arm around Seth and the other around Jace and pulled them against my side. They snuggled as close as they could into my side and silently cried.

"Oh, babies. I'm sorry I left. I shouldn't have. I was just looking for daddy and Jakey. I wasn't thinking about how it could affect you. I'm sorry I left, but I had to. I need to look for them," I said.

"We know that Papa. Were just scared that you're going to go missing to. We can't lose you to. We've lost enough already," Seth said and Jace nodded his agreement.

I pulled them against me tighter and said, "I know sweetie, I know. Don't worry I have the rest of the night and tomorrow off. If you don't want me to go in after that, then I won't. I'll stay. Right now you guys are my top priority. Grissom and the rest of the team can handle the investigation for now. Okay?" They all nodded.

"Okay, now that that's settled how bout we watch a movie together. Huh?" I turned on the T.V. and pulled my kids closer against me. We sat like that watching back to the future and fell asleep curled up together.

Waking up I realized I had more weight on me then I normally did. Opening bleary eyes, I saw my kids all curled up, surrounding me. Hating to do so, with how peaceful they looked, but knowing that if I didn't we'd all be sore in the morning, I gently woke my kids, watching them awake from what I hoped were peaceful dreams.

With eyes half closed they all looked at me. Roxxi just lay back down and snuggled deeper into the warmth that was my chest.

"Come on guys, let's get you into bed. It's two o'clock in the morning." Seth and Jace stood up, tired limbs slowly moving. I stood up holding Roxxi to my chest, and walking up the stairs to her room, where I tucked her into bed. After a mumbled "g'night, Papa, I love you," she was asleep again. I placed a kiss on her forehead, and closed the door gently.

Walking down the hall and gently knocking on the boy's door, I entered at a faint come in. They were in their beds, still having the same bunk beds from before. We had offered to buy them separate beds, but they would rather have these.

Reaching down to kiss Jace on the forehead, I noticed that the boy trembled softly. Assuming, that it was just from his dad and brother having gone missing, I thought nothing of it. We all were scared because of that. I stood up to kiss Seth on the forehead as well.

"Good night, boys. If you need me, just come and get me. I don't care what time it is, I will always make time for you. I love you, both." Once I heard them say good night and I love you, I left to my room. Wanting to catch up on some much needed sleep, but thinking I wouldn't be able to. I collapsed onto my bed, as thoughts from that day ran around in my mind. "It's going to be a long night," I said to myself.

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