Let's Open Our Eyes To the Brand New Day (XXXVIII)

About One Year Later

Silas glared angrily at the blank Word document, trying to make the words appear on the screen; the cursor was blinking idly, as if it was mocking him. Just a few weeks ago, he had been asked by a huge publishing company to write a book on serial killer pathology, after reading an article he had written, calling it 'brilliant'. Silas had said yes; how hard could writing a book be?

Really hard apparently. He loosened his tie, and leaned back in his chair, surveying his office at the FBI headquarters in New York. It was a plain, white, the only windows in the room made up the whole back wall at his back. He liked the privacy his office had, especially when Casey was here. In speaking of which, she should be here soon for their lunch date. Food would get his creative juices flowing.

The door opened, right on time, and Casey shouldered her way in, balancing two cups of coffee and two bags of what smelled like Thai.

"Ah, my muse!" Silas stood up, smiling.

"Why thank you." Casey said, setting the food on the desk.

"Not you, the food."

Casey fake frowned. "So sad; you are now not getting laid for a week."

"Oh, my beautiful wife!" Silas walked around the desk and pressed his lips to hers.

"Mhm, much better."

"Good." He pulled up a chair and grabbed his food. Casey joined him.

"So, how's the book going?" she asked.

"Eh, not good. I can't put a single word on paper."

"Are you kidding me? Six months ago, you locked yourself in our office typing up that article that got you this book deal, for about a week."

"Well, that was a five page article. This is going to be a five hundred page book."

"Oh stop it, you're such a wimp."

Silas smiled mischievously. "That's not what you were saying yesterday…" Casey blushed. "I love that."

"Love what?"

"How after seven years I can still make you blush." He used his leg to pull her chair right next to his, and stuck his fork into her box.

"Hey!" Casey stabbed at his hand with her own fork. "Eat your own lunch!"

"You should be used to my mooching… Let's make a deal…" He offered her his own box. "Some of my noodles for some of your chicken."

"The People have no objections." They took a few bites of the other's food.

They ate in silence for a bit; Casey noticed his eyes roaming over her silk purple blouse.

"I like your shirt." He said, his voice low and husky.

Casey smiled, set her box on his desk, stood up, and slowly undid the first few buttons of her blouse. "I have something else you might like…"

Silas leaned back with a roguish smile as she revealed a slate grey lacy bra. "That's a new one…"

Casey crooked a finger, beckoning him over to her; he rose and continued to unbutton her shirt, running his cold fingers over her milky-white skin. Casey shivered, and felt her bum hit the edge of his desk.

Casey was pulling at the knot in his tie, kissing his Adam's apple. "Let's make a baby." She whispered, undoing the buttons on his shirt.

He reached behind her and pushed a few files and papers over, then lifted her onto the desk. She wrapped her legs around his waist which caused her skirt to ride up, revealing a matching pair of panties.

She heard a drawer open and Silas was fumbling around, trying to find something. "What are you looking for?"

"Condom."

"I was serious; I want another baby."

They both stopped and looked each other in the eye. "Case, we haven't even talked about it…"

"We're both almost forty, Silas. I want another one before it's too late." She was serious; it was written all over her face.

He slowly shut the drawer, never breaking eye contact; Casey smiled a bit before their lips crashed together again.

When she left about an hour later, Silas sat in front of the computer again and began typing; 'Rage! O goddess, sing! Sing of the rage of the killers of men and women who have no remorse for what they have done…'

XXX

A Few Weeks Later

As soon as they put Issac to bed, they ran back to their room, and tore open one of the pregnancy tests they had bought.

First test was positive. They did two more, both positive.

They looked at each other, then at the tests, then back at each other. Silas then scooped up Casey and carried her to their bed, where they kissed and sat and talked for a while.

The next evening they we eating dinner, and Issac was poking at the string beans on his plate.

"Do I have to eat the green?" he asked, looking at his father with his big green eyes.

Silas shrugged, and shoveled a forkful of the vegetables into his own mouth. "Well everyone in New Orleans eats their greens."

Issac took a bite and made a face. "I guess that's the one thing I don't like about New Orleans."

"Well Mom doesn't like the greens either, so she doesn't cook them as well as people down south."

Casey shot him a death glare; Silas just smiled sweetly back at her.

"Uh-oh, Dad, you're gonna get it later."

"Your son's right." Casey said, voice even.

"You couldn't take me."

"Uh-huh, sure… You're the one who taught me how to defend myself; I know all your weaknesses."

Issac jumped off his chair, taking his plate. "I'm gonna leave before this gets ugly. Thanks for dinner." He stood on his toes, and put the plate on the counter; like both of his parents he was already tall, towering above his classmates.

"Sweetie, can you come back for a little bit." Casey called.

He came back and climbed into his seat.

"Well, uh… Issac," Silas looked at Casey for help. "You know how Eli has a bunch of older sisters and Dickie?"

"Yeah."

"Well…" Silas shot another look at Casey.

The verbose woman took over; "Well, they're all Eli's older siblings." She said smiling a bit. "How would you feel about being a big brother?"

"It'd be cool, I guess." Issac was looking at both his parents, trying to figure out what they were trying to tell him. For a four year-old, he had already picked up his father's ability to pick up on subtle hints or things of that nature.

"Well, uh… You're going to be a big brother in a few months." Silas finished.

Issac's eyes were the size of basketballs. "Really?"

Silas nodded. "Yep, Mom's stomach is going to get really big, she's going to get a bit cranky, she's going to eat a lot, and then you're going to have a little brother or sister."

Issac grinned broadly. "I can't wait to tell Eli." He jumped off the chair and hugged both of his parents. "I love you."

"I love you too." Casey's voice was thick with emotion.

Silas ruffled Issac's black hair. "Love you too, kiddo."

Issac ran off down the hall to his room. Silas took Casey's hand and just held it for a few moments.

It was Casey who broke the silence. "'Mom's going to get cranky and eat a lot'?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well you were quite moody and always asking me to get you these exotic foods." Silas shrugged.

Casey rolled her eyes and picked up a few dirty plates. "You're intolerable."

"Then why'd you marry me?"

"Because you're cute."

Silas scooped up a few more plates, came up right behind her, and whispered in her ear, "Or maybe it's because I'm a stallion in bed?"

"That too." Casey smiled, enjoying the feeling of his well-toned body pressing against her back. "But not because you're modest."

XXX

Ok, so as you may or may not have been able to tell, this whole thing is just kind of a bunch of one-shots kinds thrown together. THIS LITTLE SECTION (Which ends a little bit after the birth of the second child) WAS ORIGINALLY GOING TO BE THE LAST ONE! BUT, I was bored and kinda started writing one final one. I'm not going to say what it's about, but after that one, Shnovak will be DONE. My question to you is, are you all getting sick of this story and just want me to end it at the end of this section, or do you want to see what I've been working on after?

Review to let me know. Either way, I won't really care. I also don't think I've said thank you to all my lovely reviewers or anyone who just happens to read this, so THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH! You all are fantastic! :)