A few hours later, Emily hurries into the ER and flashes her credentials. "I'm looking for Declan Colter."
The nurse raises an eyebrow at the credentials. "Seriously? He's just a kid. What could he have done?"
Emily laughs. "Guardian not cop."
"Ah, okay." She checks her intake info. "Room 4. But I think he's still up getting an x-ray."
"Can I wait in the room for him?"
"Of course, Agent. Go on back."
Emily nods her thanks and goes back to Room 4. She paces nervously for 15 minutes before Declan is wheeled back in.
"Hey, Dec. How are you?"
"Been better," he grumbles, obviously in a lot of pain.
Emily helps the orderly get Declan out of the wheelchair and up onto the bed.
"The doctor will be here in a few minutes," the orderly reports as he leaves.
Emily turns to Dec and runs her hand through his hair. "Is it broken?"
"I don't know. Just really hurts and they can't give me any pain pills without you being here."
"What? But I told them to do whatever was needed!"
"But you have to sign forms and stuff."
"Ah, right. Guess I could be anyone over the phone." She kisses his forehead. "Sorry about that."
"It's okay."
He leans into her embrace, just needing to feel comforted for a little while. When the doctor comes in he puts the films up on a lightboard. He points to an obvious break through both bones.
"As you can see it is broken. Luckily it is a clean, non-displaced break. You'll be in a cast for 4 weeks and then it can be x-rayed again."
"Four weeks? But I'll miss football tryouts!" Declan complains.
"I'm sure if you talk to the coach something can be done, Dec. You can at least do the running drills and such," Emily tells him.
"Yeah, I guess."
The doctor smiles and looks at Emily. "You've got a heck of an athlete there. Hopefully this will be his worst injury."
Emily smiles. "I hope so. Can you get him something for the pain now that I'm here?"
"Of course. I'll order that now, too." The doctor leaves to order the cast and the pain pill. Declan takes a good look at Emily for the first time. She is wearing combat boots, black cargo pants, and a black t-shirt. He frowns.
"Were you on a takedown or something?"
"What?" She asks in confusion, then looks at herself. She chuckles. "Oh, right. No, we had a drill in Hogan's Alley today. Lucky for me it got cut short so I could get up here."
"Lucky for me, you mean."
"So, what exactly happened?"
"We were doing a full contact drill. I spun and two guys slammed their sticks into my arm from either side. I dropped my stick and we all got tangled up with it and fell. I threw my arm out to stop my fall and one guy fell right into it. I think I cussed when he broke it."
Emily smiles. "I bet you did. I promise not to hold it against you."
Declan smiles. "Thanks."
Emily looks at the door as a nurse walks in with a cup of water and a small pill. She hands Emily a form.
"I need you to sign this for me so I can give Mr. Colter some relief."
Emily scans the form and sees it explains what Declan is being given and the possible side effects. "Uh oh."
"What?" Declan asks.
"It says you can't operate heavy equipment if you take this. Weren't you planning to take a bulldozer for a joyride later?" she jokes with a wink.
Declan and the nurse laugh as Emily signs the form. Declan takes the pill.
"How long until it works?"
"Less than 5 minutes. Hopefully it will be before they come to put you in a cast."
"Hopefully."
An hour and a half later Emily and Declan are driving over to the camp so they can retrieve his gear. His week at camp is over. On the way, Emily makes him call his father and tell him what's happened. After talking with him briefly, Dec hands the phone to Emily.
"He wants to talk to you."
Emily takes the phone. "Hey, Tom."
"Em, is he really okay?"
"Yeah, he is. We're picking up his gear now and he can stay the week with us. Between him and Rocky I can bet I'll be gray before the summer is out."
Tom laughs. "Understandable. Thanks for taking care of him, Em. I really appreciate it."
"No problem. I'll just make him clean the house one-handed to cover his room and board this week."
Declan and Tom both laugh. "He can handle it," Tom agrees. "I'll see you all on Saturday."
"Sounds good, Tom. Take care." Emily hands the phone back to Dec. "Now, call Jen so she can stop worrying, too."
Declan smiles. "Yes, ma'am."
As Emily drives, Declan dozes, the effects of the pain pill putting him to sleep. Emily leaves him in the car as she fills his prescription for pain killers at a local CVS. After a brief stop by the Colter house to get Declan a few clothes that aren't athletic gear, they arrive at Chateau Prentiss to find Garcia's Caddy already in the driveway. Emily reaches over and shakes the youngster, who had fallen asleep again.
"Hey, Dec, we're home."
Declan rubs his eyes. "I'm glad my arm doesn't hurt but this pain pill is making my head feel fuzzy."
"I know. I hate them, too."
Emily is getting Declan's bags out of the back of the H3 as JJ and Garcia come out to meet them. JJ gives him a hug.
"How you feeling?"
"Not hurting but the pain pill sucks."
"I bet it does. Are you hungry? Francesca made her famous ziti."
Declan smiles. "Sounds perfect."
Garcia steps forward and hugs him. She runs a hand over the neon orange cast. "Stylin'! I like it."
Declan grins. "It was this or pink. Their supply truck forgot to bring cast refills or I'd have gone with black."
JJ laughs. "Good choice."
JJ grabs one of Dec's bags from Emily and they all go into the house. Henry sees Declan and leaps out of his booster seat.
"DEEK!"
Declan smiles and kneels down. "Hi, Henry."
Henry gives him a big hug. He then leans back and looks at Dec's arm. "Boo?"
"Yeah, it's a boo-boo. But it will be better soon."
Henry leans over and kisses the orange cast. "Boo, Deek. Boo," he tells him as he pats his buddy's shoulder.
"Thanks, Henry. All better now," Dec agrees.
He stands and gives Francesca a hug and kiss. He then looks at Rocky, who has her bandage off.
"Whoa! That looks bad!"
The entire underside of the little girls' chin is black and blue with the red line of the cut in the middle of it. Bright blue prolene stitches hold the cut together. JJ wraps an arm around Dec's shoulder.
"Yep, we were just getting a picture for her childhood first's scrapbook. Later I'll be able to prove to her she was terrifying me before she was even a year old."
Dec grins. "Cool." Suddenly his smile falters a bit. He looks at Emily. "Um, can you help me clean up for dinner?"
Emily nods. "Sure, Dec. Come on." In the bathroom she helps him wash his good hand. Then she looks in his eyes. "What did you want to ask?"
Declan sighs and sits down on the toilet seat. "Do…do you think Doyle kept stuff like that? You know things to remind him of my childhood? Dad never got to have that with me."
Emily sighs and leans against the wall. "Ian Doyle…loved you in his own way. But not in the way Tom Colter loves you. Tom would have kept that scrapbook as a reminder of his love for you. Doyle would have considered an injury like Rocky's proof that you are a warrior and are worthy of being his son. It would have been pride of possession, not pride born of love."
"So…he would have only cared about the scar because it would show I'm tough?"
"Yes."
Declan thinks about that a minute. "About a year after Louise and I ended up with Tom I skinned my elbow. I…I remember when that happened with Doyle and he told me to stop crying; that strong men don't cry over dumb little scrapes." Declan looks up at Emily. "But when it happened with Dad he held me and told me it would be okay. He cleaned it up and put a Band-Aid on it and just held me and rocked me until I fell asleep."
"Tom is a great father. I knew he would be."
Declan smiles, watching one of his fingers trace a line in the cast. "I think that's when I knew he would be, too. I wish…wish he'd been there for more of my firsts."
"I'm sure he does, too. I swear, Dec, if I could have gotten you away sooner I would have. I'm sorry it took a few months."
Declan shrugs. "You always made me feel safe, Emily." He looks back up at her. "You still do."
She smiles at him. "I hope I always do." She takes his good hand and pulls him up. "Come on, let's go get some dinner."
He nods, leaning into her as they walk to the kitchen, her arm around his shoulders.
"So, do we know when our drill is being rescheduled?" she asks her wife as they start to get ready for bed.
But instead of being answered, she is drawn into a deep, passionate kiss. When it ends, Emily is swaying on her feet.
"Uh…what the hell did I just ask?" she mumbles.
JJ just grins and runs her hand up under the taller woman's shirt. "Do you know how sexy I find you when you are in your combat gear?" She kisses her again. "And then to see you go all 'Mama Mode'…damn, baby."
Emily pulls her wife close. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. It gets me right. Down. Here." She takes one of Emily's hands and places it between her legs.
Emily moans. Their mouths crash together again. Emily rips JJ's shirt up and off with the sports bra below it. Her hands grasp the beautiful, full breasts now on display.
"God, I love your breasts, Jennifer."
To prove it, her mouth latches onto on as the other is massaged by her hand. JJ's hands fumble with Emily's belt.
"Sometimes this offset belt buckle thing is annoying as hell."
Emily smiles against the breast in her mouth as her free hand goes to assist. Soon Emily's pants are falling to the ground. JJ backs her wife up against the walls and steps away from her long enough to finish stripping Emily. She studies the toned body hungrily.
"Your body is so fucking hot, Emily."
Before Emily can respond, JJ is on her once more. Her tongue plunders the taller woman's mouth. Her left hand pulls at a hard nipple as her right hand starts to pet damp, dark curls. Emily lifts a leg and wraps it around her wife's waist, opening herself completely. Emily pulls out of the kiss and stares into cobalt eyes.
"Tell me, Jen," she whispers.
JJ shivers. She hadn't said it since she saw the video of what happened in Alexandria.
Emily kisses her again, thrusting her center towards her wife. She pulls out of the kiss and locks eyes wife her wife.
"Tell me, Jen. Please."
JJ kisses her way along Emily's jaw. She sucks the hollow just behind her wife's ear, drawing a long moan out of the brunette. She moves her mouth to Emily's ear.
"Mine, Emily."
"Yes!" Emily agrees as JJ thrusts two fingers into her. "I am yours, Jennifer."
JJ starts to pump harder and faster, using her hips to drive her hand in deeper. "Mine, Emily. All of you is mine."
"Yes, Jen. All of me. Yours. All of me."
JJ leans back and looks into Emily's eyes. They kiss quickly, desperately. Then JJ moves her mouth to the shamrock on her wife's chest.
"You are mine and only mine, Emily Prentiss."
She bites the brand and Emily arches into her wife as she comes. "YES!"
JJ continues to thrust, working Emily up again. As she gets close, JJ drops to her knees and thrusts her tongue into her wife. Emily's back arches away from the wall as her hands grasp JJ's hair.
"Oh, Jen. Oh, Jen. Oh, Jen. OH!"
JJ shoves two fingers into her wife as she sucks in the hard clit. She is rewarded for her efforts as Emily comes again.
As the aftershocks subside, Emily slides down the wall to the floor. They kiss again, gentler this time. After she catches her breath, Emily smiles.
"I thought I was seducing you tonight."
JJ rubs her forehead against Emily's. "I did, too. But then…I needed…I just…"
"Yeah, I know. I needed it, too, Jen. I didn't want that bastard to steal that from us. Thank you for taking it back."
"I love you, Emily. And I am yours as you are mine."
"I know, sweetheart. I know."
The two make their way to the bed and spend a couple of hours reminding each other that they belong to each other and nothing can ever tear them apart.
