Hello!
Sorry I haven't been very active lately… life has been very intense. I'm waiting very eagerly for word on s5 though!
This is my next multi chapter, prompted by my lovely lurkingwhump. It's different to my usual work and I'm a little nervous about posting this.
Warning for my first attempt at smut. If you're not into that then skip to the first break in the chapter.
Hope you enjoy the start of this :)
Jane and Kurt woke up tangled in each other's embrace, the sun starting to filter in through the curtains.
"Good morning." she whispered.
"Good morning yourself." he replied, bending down and kissing her on the nose. She smiled up at him, her eyes lighting up. Kurt found himself getting lost in the depths of her green eyes. "God you're beautiful." he murmured, cupping her face and pulling her in for a soft kiss.
He felt Jane smile against his mouth.
"You're not too bad yourself." She grinned, kissing the palm of his hand. She climbed on top of him and straddling his hips.
Kurt cocked his head to the side, his eyes lighting up at her sudden change of position.
"Come here." he whispered, pulling her down towards him. Their lips met with a familiar passion, that only comes from years of explored intimacy.
She sighed against his mouth, letting his smell and taste fill her up in a sensory overload. Even after all these years, he still managed to tip her over the edge, without barely having to do anything.
He moved his arms down her back, fingering the elastic of her sleeping shorts. She let out a small shudder as he moved his hands to her front, running his nails along her hip bones.
"Kurt.." she sighed when his teasing was starting to cause impatience.
He chuckled as he slid his fingers into her heat, giving her what she wanted.
Jane moaned in pleasure, arching her back to give him better access.
"Come for me baby." he murmured low in her ear, speeding up his actions.
Jane allowed herself to let go, allowing the waves of pleasure to swallow her whole, until her climax crashed down on her, causing her to cry out and see stars.
Kurt hummed in satisfaction, flipping her onto her back. He removed her shorts, before discarding his own boxers and crawling on top of her, covering her petite body with his own.
She whispered his name, pleading for him to put her out of her misery.
He entered her gently, allowing her time to adjust, before moving in rhythmic thrusts.
Their lips met in breathless kisses and they moaned each others names.
Their movements became more erratic and Kurt knew they were both close. He waited for Jane to lose control again, before allowing himself to let go. They climaxed at the same time, shuddering against each other, before Kurt collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
Jane recovered much faster, stroking the back of his head, as he slowly regained his breath.
"God I love you." he said, looking up at her. He smiled at her lazy smile, her expression one of pure bliss.
"I love you too." she whispered, eyes shining.
He lay his head back down on her chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of her heart.
"We should get up…" Jane said regretfully.
"No." Kurt replied defiantly.
Jane grinned.
"Come on." she laughed, pushing him off of her. "I call first shower."
"Good." Kurt murmured. "Means I can stay in bed longer."
Jane rolled her eyes, getting to her feet and making her way to the bathroom. She turned the shower on and popped her head back into the bedroom
"...you know you could always join me…"
They arrived at work to find the rest of the team already waiting for them.
"You've got something?" Kurt asked.
Patterson nodded, looking nervous.
"Is it another tattoo?" Jane asked, glancing at her husband. The tattoo cases seemed to put everyone on edge ever since Roman had died.
Patterson cleared her throat.
"No… not a tattoo." At Kurt's raised eyebrow she continued. "We've had reports of a disturbance at a foster home in Queens."
"Ok? Why does that involve us? Shouldn't the local PD be taking point on this?" Tasha asked.
Patterson nodded.
"The foster home is run by Anna Lee Mckewan."
"Why do I know that name?" Reade asked.
Patterson pulled up a mugshot of a lady in her mid thirties on her screen.
"Anna Lee was arrested a few years ago for having ties to the Irish Mob." Patterson said, changing the image to a rap sheet.
"If she was involved with the mob then how come she can run a foster home?" Jane asked.
"All the charges were dropped." Tasha said, taking point. "Someone very powerful, yet very anonymous managed to sweep everything under the carpet."
"What were the charges?" Kurt asked.
"We're still trying to figure that out. Her whole file has been redacted." Patterson answered. "Anyway we got an anonymous tip from the neighbour's that there were some disturbances at the home and Weitz wants us to handle this quietly." she said rolling her eyes.
"Of course he does." Reade muttered. "Check it out."
Tasha, Jane and Kurt all turned and walked back out of the office. All Jane was wondering was why Patterson looked so nervous.
They arrived at the address to find a very normal looking suburban home. There were bikes strewn all over the lawn and an unkempt garden stretched up the side of the front path. They got out of the SUV and walked up to the front door. Kurt knocked on the door and stepped back.
The sound of kids yelling came through the door before it was opened and a disheveled looking woman appeared from behind it.
"Can I help you?" she asked, slightly out of breath.
"Ma'am, my name is Kurt Weller. I'm with this FBI. This is Jane and Tasha." he said gesturing to the girls behind him.
"Is there a problem?" Anna Lee asked, her smiling falling off her face.
"We've had word of some disturbances from within the home." Kurt said.
Anna Lee laughed.
"Of course there are disturbances. I have six children under the age of ten here. What do you expect?"
Kurt nodded his head in acknowledgment of that fact.
"I understand Ma'am. Can we come inside?" he asked.
Anna Lee scoffed.
"Suit yourself." she said moving aside.
The three agents moved into the house. The moment they entered the living room, they felt like they had been hit by a tornado.
There were kids toys everywhere, and there were kids everywhere. They were all yelling at each other, trying to be heard over the others.
"All of you out!" Anna Lee shouted. They all looked up at her in a hurry and scrambled out of the living room.
Kurt shared a look with Jane and Tasha. Clearly the kids were scared of her.
"Now, what do you want? What do you need to see?" Anna Lee asked, clearly impatient.
"As I said, we are just here to follow up on a tip." Kurt replied.
"This is because of what happened a few years ago, isn't it?" Anna Lee asked, getting angry. "I was acquitted of all charges. You feds are just trying to cause trouble!"
"Ma'am we have to follow up on the information we've received." Kurt said, trying to diffuse the situation. He could see her getting mad very quickly.
She rolled her eyes.
"Be my guest. Look around. You won't find anything."
Kurt nodded to the girls and they walked off to check the rest of the house. He stayed in the room, wanting to keep an eye on Anna Lee in case she was a flight risk.
They sat in silence for a while, waiting for Jane and Tasha to come back.
It didn't take too long before the two agents walked back into the room.
"Everything looks fine." Tasha said, raising her eyebrows. She was surprised that they hadn't found anything. The way that Anna Lee was acting, she had expected to find some skeletons in the closet.
"I told you." Anna Lee said, shaking her head.
"Sorry for the disruption." Kurt said. "A social worker will be along tomorrow to check in with you."
"Fine." she replied.
Jane frowned. This lady was acting like a bratty teenager. No wonder there had been a call in about her.
They were just about to leave when one of the children came back into the living room. Kurt smiled down at the little boy that stood at his feet.
"Hello there bud." he said kneeling down to his level.
"Are you a policeman?" the boy said. He couldn't have been more than six.
Kurt nodded.
"I gots to tell you something." the little boy whispered. He looked scared.
Kurt caught Jane's eye. She nodded, knowing Kurt wanted her to distract Anna Lee while he spoke to the child.
He walked out into the hallway with the child.
"What did you need to tell me?" he asked, kneeling down again.
The little boy looked down at his shoes, biting his lip.
"It's ok." Kurt said softly. "You can tell me. I promise you won't get in trouble."
The boy looked up at him with wide eyes. He was frightened, but Kurt could see trust in his eyes.
"Did Miss Anna tell you about the other children?" he asked in a small voice.
"What other children?" Kurt asked. He could feel his heart rate pick up, but kept his face impassive so he didn't scare him.
"The ones that live under the floor."
Kurt's heart dropped.
"Can you show me?" he asked kindly.
The little boy nodded and took off towards one of the bedrooms.
"What are you doing out here?" Anna Lee asked, storming into the hallway.
Jane and Tasha followed behind her, shooting Kurt an apologetic look. They had tried to distract her as long as possible.
"This young man was about to show me where the other children are." Kurt said flatly.
Anna Lee laughed maniacally.
"This is Fletcher. Fletcher likes to tell lies." she growled grabbing the kid by the elbow.
"Let him go." Kurt warned. "Tasha." he said, indicating for Tasha to hold the woman while he and Jane followed Fletcher.
They made their way into the bedroom and Fletcher opened the wardrobe. He pulled back the carpet, exposing a trap door.
"That's where they are?" Kurt asked softly.
Fletcher nodded.
"Do I have to go down there?" he asked, tears forming in his eyes.
"Of course not!" Jane said, looking like she was going to cry herself.
"Oh good!" he said. "Sometimes if we are naughty, Miss Anna makes us go down there with the others."
"How about you just wait on the bed for us." Jane said, lifting him so he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
She turned back to where Kurt was waiting for her. He opened the trap door, exposing concrete steps leading down to the basement. They started down the stairs, the air growing colder the further in they got. They turned their flashlights on.
Jane felt a chill run down her spine. Images of a dark shadow leading her down a staircase flashed through her mind. She felt nauseous and had to reach out and take Kurt's hand to steady her nerves.
"You ok?" he asked gently, knowing this would be triggering her flashbacks.
She nodded, not wanting to trust her voice. She took a deep breath and carried on descending.
They reached the bottom of the stairs to find a large wooden door, bolted from the outside.
Kurt hit the padlock with the handle of his flashlight. It broke after the third strike and he threw the lock on the floor in disgust. He pushed the door open. They both had to cover their mouths with their shirts at the smell that assaulted them.
It smelled of urine and faeces and Jane knew that what she was about to see would haunt her for the rest of her life.
There were old dirty cots lining the room, and on each cot was a skinny child, clad in only filthy rags.
She felt her face grimace and her breathing pick up as images of the children from the orphanage she grew up in replaced the children in the room. She was back in that hole and if it wasn't for Kurt's steady hand on her back, she knew she probably wouldn't have been able to make it back out of her own head.
Kurt pulled out his cell phone and called Patterson.
"I need you to send backup and a lot of ambulances." Kurt said quietly.
"What happened?!" Patterson asked frantically.
"Lots of children." was all he replied.
Seeing how distressed his wife was getting, Kurt lead her back up the stairs. They found Fletcher still sitting on the bed where they had left him.
"Did you see the kids that live under the floor?" he asked quietly.
"Yeah we did bud." Kurt replied softly. "There's people coming to help them."
Fletcher nodded.
"What about Tyler?" he asked.
"Tyler?"
"She's my bestest friend." Fletcher said. "Miss Anna's friend took her away." he paused, looking down at his shoes look sad. "I haven't seen her in ages."
Kurt looked at Jane. So not only had they discovered the children in those conditions, they also had a missing child on their hands.
He sighed.
This was going to be one long and awful case.