Emily was asleep before the plane left the runway. She had barely noticed Derek moving her from the plane to the Tahoe. Spencer insisted on sitting in the back with her. Derek could see them clearly in the rearview mirror. Emily's head was resting in Spencer's lap. He was running his fingers through her soft hair, silently studying every scrape, bruise, and cut on her body. Her knuckles were a bloody mess. She'd put up one hell of a fight. Derek slid the black vehicle into a front parking space of their condo building. They had purchased the entire building for a steal. Derek had restored most of it himself. They lived in the entire top floor space, and leased the other units. As far as the team, and the Bureau, was concerned, they invested in the property together but lived in separate apartments.
"Em, baby." Reid whispered into her ear. "We're home."
She sat up slowly, and tucked her hair behind her ears. She blinked several times, trying to stop the scratching sensation. Morgan opened the door, and Reid slid out quickly. Morgan reached out a hand to Emily, who gladly accepted. He pulled her across the slick leather seat. Gingerly, she placed her feet on the asphalt. Her bright pink tennis shoes glowed against the light gray material of the sweats.
Each man had a protective hand on her back. Morgan was carrying his black duffel, and Emily's navy one. Reid had his own leather bag draped over his shoulder.
They walked wordlessly to the elevator, and stepped inside. Access to the top floor required a password, which Reid punched in quickly. They jolted upward. It was a long ride to the 26th floor.
No one spoke. It was never awkward, just peaceful. The doors slid open. Home sweet home.
The elevator opened into a spacious living room. A wall of glass faced them. You could see the entire city though those windows. The concrete floors, industrial piping, and exposed brick walls were warmed by a plush cream sectional, bright pillows and accessories, and a wall of shelves crammed full of knickknacks, souvenirs, movies, and books. To the left was a large kitchen. White cabinets flanked the walls, and the rarely used stainless appliances glistened as Emily flipped the light switch. The barstools were lined against the granite-covered island. They each had their own spot. Spencer sat nearest the window, so he could read his paper in the early morning sunlight. Emily preferred the opposite end, usually opting to turn her back to the window entirely, and slump over a cereal bowl in her lap. Early morning light made her grumpy. Morgan always sat between them. He would spin his stool around, lean against the counter, and watch the morning Sports Center rerun before work. The stools were exactly as they had been left eight mornings before. Spencer's turned slightly to the right, Derek's completely backward, and Emily's facing the rarely used dining room in the corner. Derek shook involuntarily, thinking about how things could have been different.
Emily sensed his discomfort.
"Let's take a shower." She suggested to him. He nodded wordlessly, leaving their bags in a heap on the floor. Across the back wall of the common area were three white doors. They led to three separate bedrooms, complete with closets and bathrooms. Above those rooms, accessible through each closet was a loft. Inside was a bed plenty big enough for three, and a bathroom with both a shower and tub sufficiently roomy enough for Derek's wide frame and Emily and Spencer's smaller ones. Each person retreated to their own rooms for fresh clothes before making their way to the oversized spa shower.
Emily was the last to enter the room. She felt herself moisten at the sight. Through the clear glass of the shower front, she could see both of her lovers inside the shower. Derek had his dark, rigid arms wrapped hungrily around Spencer's small, pale body. Spencer had his head thrown back exposing the tender flesh to Derek's hungry mouth. He nipped at the skin, and Spencer moaned. Emily could tell he was no longer holding himself up. Both of Reid's hands disappeared between their slick bodies. Morgan hissed as he wrapped both hands around the throbbing, dark member.
"Spence." He hissed. Reid responded by lightly twisting his fists as he pumped. Emily was slowly removing her own clothing. She didn't want to miss the scene before her.
She pulled the t-shirt over her head.
Morgan squeezed Spencer's ass. Spencer latched onto Derek's neck, sucking loudly at the thick flesh.
The sweats practically fell of Emily when she pulled the string. She stepped out of them, as Derek slid a soapy finger through the crack of Spencer's ass.
She winced at the pain in her shoulder as she reached back to unsnap her white lace bra. The dirt stained garment should be taken to the office as evidence. She ignored the thought. Those techs did not need to see her underwear. As she kicked it across the floor, she heard Spencer gasp. Morgan slid one long finger into his tight hole. Only one of his hands was gripping Derek's penis now. The other was trying desperately to pull the taller man's head down to kiss him.
Last to go were Emily's lacy panties. They were white and sheer. Or, they had been when she put them on. After three days sitting on the dusty ground, they were soiled and torn. She pushed them down her hips, and tossed them into the garbage.
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"Come join us, baby. There's plenty of room." Derek teased her, wiggling his finger in the air, motioning her forward.
The pleading look in Reid's eye said enough. He needed to come.
She entered the shower. Morgan used the hand not balancing Reid's slender frame to pull her in for a searing kiss. His hand tangled in her hair. Emily wrapped one arm around him, and slid the other down Spencer's damp back. Derek's lips felt like heaven. She loved the thick wet feeling against her skin as he trailed kisses down her neck. For a moment, all of the hell she had just been through didn't exist.
Spencer was groaning loudly. Emily's hand was roaming aimlessly around his body, avoiding his hard length. Morgan was rocking very slowly, moving just enough to drive Spencer wild.
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"Take him to bed." Emily said softly, rising from her spot on the floor. She kissed Reid softly, and he grunted. His eyes were heavy.
"I will be back." Morgan promised her, as he lifted the man into his arms.
A pair of fresh boxers and a faded t-shirt lay across the bed. After drying off his partner's slender frame, Derek helped him into his clean clothes.
"Why are you being so sweet?" Spencer slurred.
"Just thanking you." Derek planted a chaste kiss on the boy.
"For what?" He muttered before snuggling into the pillow. Morgan tucked the thick white quilt around his frame. He studied him until his eyes fluttered closed.
"Being you." He whispered into the darkness.
Once she was alone in the shower, Emily soaped her lower half thoroughly, and reached for her razor. She quickly scraped the dark hairs from her porcelain skin. Pouring a generous amount of shampoo into her palm she stepped under the thick spray, washing the dirt and grime away.
Derek walked into the bathroom to see Emily standing under the oversized showerhead. Her skin was speckled with bits of suds and dirt. The bruises were starting to darken, and shallow wounds were splayed across her taunt stomach. He joined her inside.
"Em, baby." He whispered. She turned against him, and pressed her back against his firm chest.
"Just hold me." She said, barely audibly. He responded by wrapping his arms tightly around her. He swayed slightly, and she raised her hands up to snuggle his arms.
"I was so scared." He whispered into her ear. "I thought we lost you, then with Reid and Hardwick. I wish he never had to shoot anyone. He's too fragile, too good." He stressed the latter.
"I know." She nuzzled her head into the crook of his forearm. "I thought that was it. I thought he would be the last man to ever touch me. That'd I'd never get to be held like this again."
Morgan wanted to ask more. He wanted to know exactly what Hardwick had done. Instead, he reached for the damp cloth on the shelf, still covered in suds. With one arm still wrapped tightly around her shoulders, Derek washed the dirt off Emily's stomach and thighs. He moved upward washing each arm thoroughly. He didn't ask questions when she winced as he raked the fabric across her shoulder. Moving his arm, he delicately washed both of her breasts. He could plainly see a muddy handprint across her chest. He scrubbed a little harder, and it flaked off, falling down the drain.
She stepped forward when he was ready for her back. He swept her damp hair to the side, lightly kissing the newly exposed skin. He moved the washcloth in a circular pattern, covering every inch of her skin in coconut-scented bubbles. She had washed her legs before shaving, and they were free of dirt.
"Let's rinse you off." Derek said, as he took the removable head off its pedestal. He rinsed Emily's skin, inspecting it as he went. Emily was aware of his free hand touching her body, and his still-hard erection pressed against her back.
When he was satisfied, Morgan switched off the water.
Stepping out of the shower, Emily reached for a fresh towel. She wrapped it around herself, and leaned against the counter. She studied Morgan as he dried his ebony skin.
As he was slipping on a pair of plaid boxers, he could feel her staring. He could actually feel the heat from her gaze. He brought his eyes up, slowly. He realized it was the first time she'd looked him the eye.
Emily felt the tears as soon as Derek looked at her. She had been so scared, so afraid she'd never see him again, never see Spencer again. Her lip quivered once, that's all it took.
Derek crossed the room in two large strides. His arms were wrapped around her before the first tears spilled from her eyes.
"Baby." He whispered. "I'm here. It's gonna be okay." She was shaking inside his arms. He knew she didn't want to wake Spencer. They both protected him, even when they were at their worst.
He held her for a long time. Neither of them really knew how long. Emily's hair had started to dry, and the water from her skin was now soaked into the plush white rug beneath her feet. She snubbed once, and pushed Derek back softly.
"Let me get dressed and we can downstairs and talk." He nodded, releasing her completely.