'Kidnapping'
By Absolut

Disclaimer: Profiler belongs to NBC, Sanders/Moses Productions, Cynthia Saunders, Stephen
Kronish ... Not to me. No copyright infringement intended. I'm not making any money with it. It's just for the fun !

Note: well, this was written a few years ago. I initially published it on an SBR site (thanks, Enni !), but figured out I would upload my archives here. So, if you read and want to review, you're WELCOME.


Part 1 : The Rest Of Their Days

Bailey was laying peaceful on the couch. Sam was standing by the window, a cup of coffee in her hand, watching him sleep with relief. Last weeks had been tough on him and she was glad he could now relax and sleep for a while.

They had drove Frances to her new boarding school in the morning. Things seemed to get easier between her and her father. They still needed time to forgive each other, but none of them wanted to ruin this last chance the judge had given them.

Chloe was with her grand-parents for the holidays and Angel was exposing her sculptures in a New York Gallery. Nobody would come back home in the next few days, and for the first time in weeks she and Bailey would have a little time alone together. Just the two of them ... and a dozen FBI agents outside the fire house.

But it did not matter tonight. She knew Jack could not reach them here; and he knew it too. Irony of life ... All this time she had been trembling, scared that Jack would go after Bailey now that everybody knew their feelings for each other, that he could hurt him because of her, knowing he would not hesitate one second to kill him on the first occasion. And finally Bailey was shot by Frances, his own daughter, in his own house.

Sam was tired. She sure could use some sleep too. But last thing she wanted to do was to disturb the peace of this moment.

Bailey moved slightly on the couch. Sam went to the kitchen to help herself another cup of coffee. She would do the dishes and go to bed. Just regular things normal people do without even thinking of it. It was so many years she had not had a normal life. A nice little house, with a happy family, a normal job ... Tom had been killed, then Coop, and there she was, bringing up her daughter in a fortress, protected twenty four hours a day by an army of FBI agents, tracking psychopaths and criminals for a living ...

Bailey's sleep had become agitated when she returned to the living room. He kept moving nervously and mumbled a few words she could not catch. She sat on the couch and stroke his forehead.

"Bailey, come on my love, wake up". She shake his shoulder. "Bailey, it's me. It's Sam. Come on now".
He finally heard her and woke up, eyes wide opened.

"Come on honey, it's over. Just a nightmare" she whispered, kissing his cheek softly. "Shhht, take it easy. It's OK now". He started relaxing
and took her hand in his. "Come Bailey, we'll go to bed."

She led him to her bedroom. They made love that night; slowly, tenderly, as kids discovering each other's body for the first time, like lovers knowing they would spend the rest of their days together ...


To be continued ... R&R, Thanks.