Summary: Eric gets a surprise at home and the team is concerned.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction

Surprise

"G, I've been trying to get your attention for five minutes now. What is wrong with you?"

"Did Eric seem odd to you?"

"Ah, Eric. Your favourite topic of conversation. Of course."

"Sam, I'm being serious. Did he seem odd?"

"Yeah, he seemed slightly out of sorts. He looked nervous, fidgeted a lot and he seemed almost scared. Didn't stop him from looking at your ass though."

"Did he? I ever noticed."

"Yeah, you were to busy looking at his ass to notice."

"It's a nice ass. Look, if something is wrong with Eric, I want to protect him. Him and his son."

"Wow, you, Eric and Jake. What a family."

"Hey, not funny."

"I know, I'm sorry. I know you really care about Eric, but if he needs you, he'll come to you. You know that."

"Yeah, you're right. So, when is Aisling finished work?"

"In five minutes. Then it's fifteen minute journey home. So, she should be back within twenty minutes. Here, have a swan."

G grimaced as Sam handed him another origami 'swan'. He still thought it looked deformed. G had to stop eating lolly pops in the car. All he did was throw the swans away.

"Sorry dude. I'm gonna get some shut eye. Wake me when Aisling gets back."

Eric smiled as his son finally went to sleep. Jake was five years old and his father was Eric's ex boyfriend, Arthur. Eric tucked him in and pressed a kiss to the child's forehead. He loved his son and wanted him to be safe. That was why he left that psycho Arthur. He opened the door to his bedroom and smiled at the sight of his bed. Two days and they still weren't any closer to solving the murder of Robert Doyle. It was exhausting. And Eric hadn't seen G all day. That sucked. He turned on the light and froze when he saw the vase of purple tulips on his nightstand. They were his favourite flowers. Only a few people knew that, including Arthur. He picked up the note that rested on his pillow.

Eric,

I remembered these were your favourites. Our son is quite beautiful, my love. Yet, I'm still displeased with you. I saw how you looked at that G Callen when you left work. You are MINE Eric. I hope you haven't that. I'll be seeing you soon sweetheart. Very soon.

Love Arthur

The note dropped to the ground as Eric collapsed onto his bed. He knew what Arthur was capable of. He'd been there. He'd seen it, he had experienced it. And his son would never have to go through that. Eric would go to Hetty tomorrow. She could fix it. Eric hoped she could fix it.

A/N Done. R&R please. Next chapter, does Eric go to Hetty?