Disclaimer: I only own those you aren't familiar with. Graham's family belongs to me as does the mini-scobbies. All others belong to their rightful owners.
Rating: M just to be on the safe side.
A/N: I apologize for the long wait on updating this. I have been working on this, several of my other stories and a couple of book concepts that had taken my muses hostage. This chapter is pretty much pure filler, no real plot in this one, hope you all enjoy it and the next chapter should be up in the next few days as I have it almost finished.
A grunt emerged from his throat as he rolled over and was stopped short when a pain shot through his wrists, he was helpless to protect himself when a hand came from the right and smacked his face. A low whimper from the hands owner had his eyes traveling up and he shook his head.
"Ow, my hand hurts, why does my hand hurt? Why is your face red?" the groggy redhead next to him asked as she looked over at him finally.
"That's what happens when a hand meets someones face." he told her.
With a grin on his face he jerked his head toward the head board. Green eyes traveled up and grew large when she saw what situation they currently found themselves in. Her hand was also connected to the headboard via handcuffs. These weren't novelty handcuffs either nope, they were a Gods honest true set of Federal grade handcuffs. He was left to wonder just where they had come from.
"Your friends are so dead Miller ." she moaned as she leaned her head on his upper chest.
His laughter rumbled from his stomach up his chest and out of his mouth as he tilted his head just enough to kiss her head.
"They are your friends too, actually they are your family so you really should be used to it by now Rosenberg" he told her.
Her eyebrow arched up as she looked at him with smirk and an evil glint in her eye. "So you are saying that I should have been handcuffed to a headboard more often when you were gone?"
"No, just that you should be used to their antics. Why did you have a co-prisoner in mind? It's Tony isn't it, he is a little too happy flirty with you if you ask me. Oh, no it's Tim you two do have the whole computer smarts in common. Or is it Gibbs? You never struck me as the whole daddy-issues type though." he replied tilting his head to the side. "Or better yet, Ziva or Abby. Now that."
"Is every males dream? A brunette, a goth and redhead?" she asked.
"Throw a blonde in there and then that would be a party. Not your sister though cause Ri would kill me, though if he wanted to watch as well..."
"I am so telling Ri you want to watch an all girl make out session involving his wife." she told him as she lifted her head and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Only if you are involved, which does sort of help with your dads nu-natural need for grandchildren so he will probably love them for this little stunt." he said with a chuckle.
"They handcuffed us to the head board." she informed him as she sat up as much as she could which meant she ended up straddling his waist.
"Really? I hadn't noticed." he shot back at her as he slightly yanked on his restraints.
"They found cuffs that fit around your cast? Where did they get that from, the Hulk when he's not in Bruce Banner mode? Or maybe Thor brought them from Asgard." she asked tilting her head looking at the cuffs that circled the cast that was around his broken wrist.
"Do you have any idea how hot it is that you know those references?" he wanted to know just before he leaned up and brought their mouths together.
A giggle escaped her mouth as he tried to flip them over but due to his hand being restrained it didn't work at all.
"Please tell me you have the keys to these things." he muttered as he laid his head down on her shoulder.
"Sorry but I am key-less." she informed him as she ran her free hand through his hair.
With a huff of annoyance he threw his head back on the pillow. Willows arm was wrapped about his waist as she snuggled into his side, her head just under his chin. His annoyance melted away as he inhaled her shampoo. He was completely happy to be able to stay where they were for the day, even with the rapid loss of feeling in his arm.
Willow lightly traced her finger over the scars on his chest that up until then he had kept covered.
"I hope they suffer just as much for what they did to you." she whispered.
As the two of them laid in the bed a beep from Willows phone had the redhead heaving a sigh as she reached over to grab the contraption. Seeing that it was a text message after reading it Graham watched as Willows eyebrow rose up.
"What?" he asked.
Willow turned the phone around so he could see the message. 'Red, bedside table. F.' before she leaned over and reached into the drew. In her hand was a small black zipper bag. She re-situated herself back on the bed next to him and opened the bag pulling a small set of tools from the pouch.
"Um, what are you doing?" he asked as she leaned forward to look at the handcuffs.
With a smirk at him she went about trying to pick the lock.
"How delinquent of you. Picked up some interesting habits while I was gone I see." he mussed.
"You've met my co-workers, it's all their influence." she told him as she made a face as she tried to work.
Unfortunately she was unable to free either one of them due to only having one hand free. At one point he even tried to help her but they were still unable to situate their hands into the correct positions. Willow tried to call everyone to see if someone could come free them, but no-one would answer her calls. With defeated sighs they threw themselves onto the bed in failure.
"I really need to use the bathroom." he muttered a few minutes later.
"Don't you dare pee in the bed, I don't have waterproof bedding in here, and also ew." she told him with a scrunched up nose.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked her tring to hold in his grin at the look on her face.
She shrugged, "Be a man and hold it in." she said.
A knock had them shouting out, "Come in!" "Please for the love of all that is holy come in!"
They waited for the person to show themselves, it could be a burglar for all that they knew and they were utterly helpless to defend themselves. If they were lucky they wouldn't kill them.
"Baby just in-case we are about to get axed murdered I want to tell you I love you." Graham muttered as he kissed her.
Someone stepped into the doorway and before they knew it the room was filled with laughter. They looked over and saw Tony and Ziva, the former was holding himself up against the door frame as his laughter took over his body while he pointed at them. Ziva was just smirking at them.
"Should we leave?" the other woman asked of her friend with a raised eyebrow.
"No! Uncuff us please. I really need to use the restroom." Graham pleaded.
"So be a man and hold it in." the Mossad agent unknowingly repeated the redheads comments.
"What is it with people telling me to man up? I am a man! Tony please un-cuff us man. I am sure the Doctor has told you all about what it will do to a guy if he holds his bladder in for too long."
Even though his body was still shaking with laughter the ncis agent was able to make his way over to the bed and using his key he un-cuffed the duo that were trapped. Graham jumped up with a 'Thanks man.' and raced from the room to the restroom. Tony turned back to the two women in the room and raised an eyebrow as he took in the clothing that the redhead was wearing.
"Wow, nice outfit Wills the green brings out your eyes." he told her as she blushed and looked down at the lingerie that she was covered in or lack of covered in.
"I am going to kill my sisters." she whispered taking in the outfit that she thought was one of her tank tops and sleeping shorts, but it was acutely something that Faith had given her a few years before as a gag gift.
The outfit itself was a deep green satin material, the top was cut like one of her tank-tops but with a thicker shoulder strap and a corset feel to it, while the bottoms was a high-waistline style of panties. She knew that her sisters had to of really dug for the clothing since she had put it in a plastic bag inside of a small duffel bag in an old shoebox in the very back of the closet, she never saw the need to have it in hers dresser since she knew it was highly unlikely that she would have ever wore it.
"Why didn't you guys pick up when I called?" the embarrassing redhead asked looking around for her robe.
"Faith told us not to since you and Graham were suppose to be having 'bonding time' as she put it." Tony said with a laugh.
"So why did you come over? Hoping to get a little pep-show?" she wanted to know.
"No. That would be like walking in on the bosses' daughter. God knows what Gibbs AND Sheppered would do if I did that." Tony answered.
"We were up the street following up a lead and decided to check on you after Abby called and said that you had called everyone's cells in less than three minutes." Ziva informed her.
Graham came back in the room and saw the look of humor and a bit of attraction on Tonys face, the look of sympathy on Zivas and the embarrassed one on Willows face. It was then that he really saw what his fiance had on, what he thought was just a tank and shorts made him lightheaded.
"Tony, Ziva don't take this the wrong way but get out please." the solider said as he walked over to stand in front of Willow blocking her from Tonys view.
"Can totally take a hint man. See you later guys, or not." Tony replied with a wink to the pair as he reached over sat something on the bedside table and grabbed Zivas hand and yanked her out of the room.
Willow started to say something but was completely stopped as Grahams mouth cut off anything that she might have said. His good hand was lightly running through her scalp as his mouth dominated hers. Her hands wandered up his chest and around his shoulders to inclose his neck in her embrace. His hand slowly left her hair and made it's way down her neck and arms to her waist. It was there he tightened his grip and lifted her against his body and she felt his legs moving them backwards. Without a warning she felt herself falling as he lightly tossed her onto the bed.
A small shriek left her throat as she landed on the bed, but his mouth latched back onto its previous spot before she could get anything else out.
"Graham." she mumbled against his mouth.
"Shh, I am ravishing you." he muttered back as his lips left hers only long enough to lightly bite her earlobe.
"Graham, my dad is going to kill you." she told him as he peppered her neck with light kisses.
"No he won't. He gave me permission to give him grand-babies."
Willow blinked at that bit of information. She had known that her dad loved being a grandfather but the fact that he told Graham he could have sex with her was just mind boggling.
"Hey future wife of mine." Grahams voice brought her out of her utter shock.
Green eyes traveled up to see blue eyes sparkling with delight and a wide grin that was nothing short of mischievous. Grahams hand came into view as he showed her the small silver object that he had apparently found.
"Tony left the handcuff keys." he said before slapping the metal objects back onto her wrists.