WARNING THIS IS RATED M FOR THE BEGINNING WHICH IS DEDICATED TO MY THREE SMUT LOVERS. YOU GUYS KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

Wake up call

"When you're standing at the crossroads
and don't know which path to choose
let me come along
'cause even if you're wrong...
I'll stand by you
I'll stand by you
won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
take me, into your darkest hour
and I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you."
-I'll Stand by You, The Pretenders

Quarter to six in the morning. Sunlight was just beginning to peek through the blinds covering the window and a cool, refreshing breeze was trickling through the cracked open window. Flack's eyes snapped open at the feel of something tickling his back and his stomach. He'd always been a light sleeper. The smallest noise or movement had him up in an instant. Whereas Sam could sleep through a massive earthquake or a tornado despite keeping you up all night with her sleep chattering. And then she had the nerve to wonder why you were so tired when you sleep so good and so long. One day, he was going to tape record her just so she'd know what he was dealing with.

This morning however, with the dawn breaking on the horizon and the clock radio advertising the time, she was apparently awake before the alarm had a chance to do the deed for her. Because a glance down at his stomach to see her fingertips grazing along his stomach, and a look over his shoulder to find her kissing his back, told him that she had a wake up call of her own in mind. He opened his mouth to say something along the lines of how early it was, but he quickly shut it when she bit his shoulder lightly and moved her lips to the back of his neck. And her hand slid even lower, her fingers tickling along the waistband of his boxers. Usually he was the one who woke up every morning, desperate for her, today, she'd obviously beaten him to it. Her fingers and lips and tongue working him quickly and easily to an aching erection.

"Samantha...you..."

He was going to say 'you better stop that with your hand or this will be over sooner than it started' but the words got lost somewhere as she grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him over onto his back.

"Good morning." she said in a near whisper, a soft, mischievous smile on her naturally beautiful face, and straddled him, a knee on either side of his torso.

"I hope it is." he said in return.

"Oh it will be." she assured him and began kissing and licking at his ear and his neck, fingertips drifting along shoulders and collarbone, then down onto his chest, sending electric shocks through his body when her nails scraped over his nipples. "It will be a very, very good morning for you." she said, as her lips travelled a blazing hot trail all the way from his lips to his navel, sliding her body down his as she went. "You never let me down in the morning." she teased, and bent down to kiss his rock hard cock through his boxers.

"Son-of-a-bitch." he muttered at feel of her lips fabric on his aching erection. Tangling his hands in her hair as she slid down him to yank off his boxers.

She took his cock in her warm, soft hand and teased the tip with her tongue. Specifically the spot of her tongue that boasted the piercing. That alone was enough to drive him insane. He certainly did not regret shelling out the money for that. It was the best sixty bucks he ever spent seeing as he reaped the benefits of it. And they were damn good benefits. A minute or two of feeling that piercing grazing the tip of his cock had him squirming and writhing and babbling incoherently beneath her. At her total mercy.

"Just suck it all ready." he demanded, only to have her lightly bite the side of his cock. A mixture of pleasure and pain shooting through his trembling body. "You fucking bitch!" he nearly shouted at her and sat up.

"Hey!" she roughly pushed him back down by his shoulders. "Unless you want blue balls, buddy, I suggest you don't boss me around. Got it?"

"I love it when you try and get all aggressive and assertive and cop on me." Flack said, tossing the words she so often used on him at her.

"Careful or I will cuff you to the bed." she warned.

"Please do." he said, then moaned when she returned to her previous activities, obliging him by taking him fully into her mouth this time. Alternating between deep and shallow movements that had him roughly yanking on her hair and within minutes, dangerously close to coming. His eyes were closed, every muscle in his body completely tense. So into it that he didn't even realize at first she stopped.

Until she was climbing on top of him and apbrutly dropping herself down onto him in one swift movement that nearly knocked the wind right out of him. That actually was painful.

"Fuck, Samantha!" he bellowed, both out of surprise and because the sudden sensation of being buried inside of her nearly caused him to come just like that.

She clamped a hand over his mouth. "Shhh...you'll wake the neighbours." she said with a mischievous grin on her face.

He yanked her hand off his mouth and grabbed her hips with both hands. "I'm not the one who makes all the fucking noise." he reminded her. "Now are you going to do anything or just sit there?"

"Maybe I'll just sit here and make you suffer and beg." she said.

He tightened the grip on her hips and held her in place as he thrust hard up into her. Listening to her cry out from the pleasure and sensation of it.

"Maybe," she said, grabbing his hands off her hips and forcing his arms above his head, pinning his wrists to the bed. "I like being the dominant one. In charge for a change."

"I don't think so." he said with a snicker and quickly, yet gently flipped her over onto her side. Pulling her hair firmly, he tilted her head back towards him and bit the side of her neck gently. "Why do you have to be such a dirty little girl sometimes?" he asked, then thrust into her from behind. Hearing her loud gasp.

He reached around her to fondle her breasts with one hand, teasing her nipples with his fingertips, his other hand squeezing her ass hard enough to leave bruises. She grabbed the hand that was on her breast and moved it farther south, wanting him to play with her clit. Who was he to refuse a lady what she wanted? And needed? He stroked her clit quickly and firmly, kneading her ass with the other hand and sucking and biting at the back of her neck as he thrust into her, deep and fast. Moved his lips to her ear to tell her he was close. Very close. He hated the whole rushing thing. He usually liked to take his time, please her as much as possible, but a wake up call like she'd given him had made that nearly impossible.

She was already right on that door step. She reached behind them to grab his ass and pull him deeper inside of her, her nails digging into the skin as she called out his name as she climaxed. Her head tilted back against his shoulder, her entire body shuddering against him. Her legs closed tightly around his one hand as he tightened the grip on her ass with the other, pounding into her until she felt his lips clamp down on the back of her neck, his teeth lightly grazing her skin. She felt his movements stop and his body tense and then felt him come, trembling against her, his hot semen bathing her womb.

They lay there for an indiscernible amount of time. It felt as if time actually stood still. Their eyes closed and their hearts pounding, panting noisily. He kissed her cheek, her temple, the back of her head. Then pulled out of her slowly and rolled over onto his back.

"Shit." was all he could manage through his harsh breathing.

She rolled onto her side to face him and kissed his shoulder.

He laid his hand on the back of her head. "You're amazing." he said. "Every time with you is amazing."

"You're okay, too." she told him.

"Okay?" he snorted. "A minute ago you were calling me God."

She giggled. "I told you this would be a good morning." she said.

He grinned. "A hell of a good morning." he agreed.

At noon hour, Speed and Danny found themselves in the break room, attempting to eat lunch despite the mountain of work staring them in the face. Case folders and reports spread across every inch of available surface. They both looked up as Samantha came breezing into the room, her sleek black dress pants and emerald green top accentuating the small, yet obvious bump she was sporting these days.

"Look at you, Miss Ross." Danny commented. "Looking more like a mommy every day."

Sam went to the fridge and pulled out a plastic container and small paper bag, both with her name scrawled on it, then stepped over to the microwave and popped the top on the lid of the container before setting inside to warm it up.

"Don't even think about touching my belly, Messer. You touch it and I'll knee you in the balls so hard all your kids and grand kids will be born dizzy. Or with one nut."

Speed nearly choked on his food he started laughing so hard.

"Bet you let Flack touch it." Danny said.

"He's allowed. It's his fault its there."

"When it's bigger, when you're really showing, I want to touch it." Danny told her.

"Dude," Speed said and sipped bottled water. "That is such a girl thing."

"I just wanna see what it feels like. Why women are so drawn to a pregnant stomach. See what the big deal is."

"Please don't tell me you're one of those weirdos who get off on pregnant women." Speed said with a grimace.

"I just think it would be neat to see what..."

"Especially when said pregnant woman is your best friend's soon to be wife." Speed added.

"I just thought it would be need, okay?" Danny defended himself. "You know, feel the baby move around and all that. Don't make it out to be some sick, twisted thing. That's my god son or daughter in there. Not like anyone has asked me yet." he stared at Sam pointedly.

"Hey, that's up to Don." she said. "He's suppose to ask. Take it up with him. I already did my part by asking Carmen to be the god mother. She was ecstatic."

"She still cries when she talks about it." Speed said. "It's a huge deal to her. She's honored. You know that."

"I know." Sam agreed. "And there was never a doubt in my mind it would be her."

She brought her food to the table to join them. Unpacking a carton of chocolate milk, an orange and Oreo cookies and a fork from the bag.

"How many meals is this?" Speed asked.

"My second. But I've had about five snacks since breakfast. Every time I turn around, someone is pushing fruit or some candy in my direction."

"Smells good." Danny commented. "Where'd you get that?"

"Home. Penne noddles, Alfredo sauce and pieces of sliced grilled chicken thrown in."

"And you brought this from home?" Danny asked.

Sam nodded and sipped her milk. "Don got up this morning and made it for me before I left."

Danny dropped his sandwich. "Come again? He what with the what?"

"He is so goddamn whipped." Speed complained

"He wants me to eat healthy so he cooks for me when he has time." Sam said. "No big deal."

"And I have to eat food from a vending machine?" Danny shook his head in disgust. "That's it. I am switching teams and marrying Flack myself."

"He does dishes, laundry and cleans the toilet, too." Sam added.

"And what do you do?" Speed asked.

"I sit around and look cute. And boss him around."

"I bet." Speed said.

"Seriously," Danny said. "I'm telling the truth. I am marring Flack or at least living with him."

"Always knew you had a hard on for him." Sam commented teasingly.

Speed laughed again. "You are the female Flack you know that? Has anyone ever told you that?"

"Sure. The male Flack tells me that every day."

"You're sick." Danny declared. "You are a sick, demented woman, Brooklyn. Be nice or Flack and I won't let you join in."

"He's all yours, Danny." Sam said. "I have used him and abused him all ready."

"So how goes it in the barren waste land known as trace?" Danny asked her. "Home of the forsaken?"

Sam rolled her eyes and chewed on some pasta.

"You mean when she's not screwing the place up?" Speed asked.

"I do not screw it up." Sam argued.

"You do. What do you call putting slides with swabs? Every time I go in there after you've worked in there, you've moved the gloves, changed the desk top on the computer, and you've got the swabs in with the slides."

"I only put the gloves where I can reach them." Sam told him. "Anything over five feet, I don't see and I can barely reach."

"Swabs and slides do not go together." Speed informed her.

"Says who? Is that a written rule?"

"It's a Speedle rule." he concluded.

"Well excuse me for not being as anal as you." Sam snorted.

"Thought you liked things like that." Speed teased. "Or so Flack says."

Sam smirked and flipped him the middle finger. "So what are you guys working on?"

"Bradley Sullivan's pre-lim is next week." Danny told her. "We're trying to get prepared. You didn't get called?"

"I was excused because of my delicate condition. That was the judge's exact words. The defensive put forth the motion it was too stressful for me, as a pregnant woman, to be going through a trial. Personally, I think they did it so they wouldn't have a ballistics expert testifying. They were sympathetic to my needs, they said. My needs? What is that? Don has to testify though. Because he was with me when I found the gun."

"Defense is gonna jump all over his testimony." Speed said with a sigh. "Because of your guys' relationship. Conflict of interest."

"That's what he said, too." Sam said. "But he's not too concerned. Did you guys hear about Pino?"

"Christ," Danny moaned. "Whose he sleeping with now?"

"He's moving to L.A. to become a plastic surgeon."

"Get outta town." Speed said.

"He told me this morning. I saw him when I came in. Apparently he is going to specialise in nose and boob jobs."

"Why am I not surprised?" Danny asked. "Right up his alley."

"He told me that if I was ever in L.A. and I was in the market, he'd hook me up with a new set at a killer discount."

Speed frowned. "You really think you're hurting in that department?"

"I don't know. You tell me." she stood up and tightened her shirt around her chest. "What do you think?" she asked.

"Jesus Christ." Speed complained. "Do you have to?"

"I think they're perfect." Danny said. "Don't change a thing."

Sam returned to her seat. "They'll get bigger when I get further along and produce milk."

"I am trying to eat." Speed told her.

"It's a natural thing, Tim. The most natural thing in the world."

"I find it fascinating myself." Danny said.

"You would." Speed told him. "You're a perv."

"I didn't mean in a sexual way." Danny argued.

"Sure, Messer." Speed said. "Sure."

Sam's cell phone beeped noisily and she checked the display. An incoming text message coming through. Her face went white as she read it. "Ahh shit." she cursed loudly.

"What's wrong?" Speed asked. "You okay?"

"No. My parents are here. I knew they were coming down, but I didn't expect them to come here. Of all places. In public."

She finished the majority of her lunch quickly, and left the orange for later but grabbed the milk and cookies as she got up.

"Want some back up?" Speed asked.

"As much as I appreciate the offer, I'll be okay." Sam replied.

"You need anything, you call us." Speed instructed. "All right?"

"Thanks, Tim." she said and gave him a small wink and left the room.

"Maybe we should head that way." Danny said. "Just in case."

Speed nodded. "I think that's a good idea."

Sarge and her mother, Lynne, were waiting down by the reception desk across from the elevators. While Sarge was tall and big, Lynne was petite and slender, with slightly greying dark hair that skimmed the tops of her shoulders in thick, luxurious waves and the same sparkling turquoise eyes that she had passed down to Adam. She had passed onto her daughter the petite, delicate nose and ears and chin, the same lightweight frame. And the freckles. The rest of Sam from the rod straight hair to the golden eyes was all from her birth father. Along with a lot of his personality. Minus the sick, twisted abuser part.

Her mother's arms were around her before she had a chance to say hello. There was something about a mother's hug that seemed to be able to make everything seem better. That hug had been absent for most of her early life, and as she got older and became her own person and made her own life, she never really gave her mother much of a chance to work her way back into her life. There'd been so much anger and blame on Sam's part. Never understanding why her mom had made her and Adam suffer like they had, when all she had to do was pack up and leave. She understood now, after years on the job, that leaving was easier said than done. Fear was a powerful thing.

Their relationship got better the moment the problems with Zack started. Her mother had been there from the very beginning. Never judging or condescending. There with a sympathetic ear or a shoulder to cry on. And that hug that Sam now relished, her arms around the one woman that was always there even though they may be thousands of miles apart.

"Look at you, sweetie," Lynne gushed, holding her daughter's face gently in her hands. "You cut and dyed your hair. It looks beautiful. And you're glowing. You've never been more gorgeous. And it's hard to top what you normally look like. I miss you."

"I miss you, too, mommy."

"But you're happy here, in New York?"

"I've never been happier in all my life."

Sarge snorted.

Lynne held her daughter out at arm's length. Checking her over. "You're even showing a little all ready!" she gushed. "You make a lovely mommy to be. Are you eating right? Taking all your vitamins?"

"I am my own walking pill factory, mom. And I am eating a lot. Just not always the right things."

"Are you feeling better? How's the baby? You haven't had any more scares with the bleeding and cramping?"

"I've been taking it easy. Avoiding stress as much as I can in this job. But Mac decided to put me in the lab full time now instead of later."

"Good." Lynne said with a stern nod. "Best you stay off the street and be here. Where Adam can keep an eye on you. He's been worried sick. We all have."

"Well I've been doing good." Sam assured her. "Both of us have been doing good." she corrected herself, touching her stomach softly.

"Now let me see this ring. Adam just went on and on about it."

Sam held out her left hand and her mother clasped it tightly and leaned in to get a good look.

Lynne let out a slight gasp. "Stunning." she said. "Just like you. You must be so happy with it."

"I would have been happy with a lot less, too." Sam told her. "As long as it came from him."

"Looks like a gumball ring to me." Sarge scoffed.

Lynne slapped him on the arm and gave him a cold glare. "Ignore him." she said to her daughter. "He's been a miserable bastard since he found out the news."

"With good reason." Sarge grumbled.

Sam sighed and stepped forward to give him a tight hug. "Hi, dad." she said, her heart sinking and emotion choking her when he did little more than give her a slight squeeze with one arm.

"So where is this nice young man?" Lynne asked. "The way Adam described him, he sounds like quite the looker. Is he here? Can I meet him?"

"He actually works downstairs." Sam replied. "In the precinct down there. But he's not here today. He's off. Maybe we can all go out to dinner or you guys can come over and we can order in and you can get to know him. You'll really like him, mom. He's a great guy."

"We are going out to dinner." Sarge gruffly informed her. "Tonight. Seven o'clock. At the restaurant in the Marriott. It's where we're staying for a couple of days."

"I'd have to call Don." Sam said. "In case he had something planned for us or if he's going somewhere."

"I meant me, you and your mother." Sarge told her. "To discuss things."

"I'm not discussing anything with you, dad. Not alone anyway. Don and I are a couple. We're having a baby. We're getting married. If you want me there, then he comes too. Plain and simple."

"Fine." Sarge huffed. "But don't expect me to be nice."

"Civil would be all right though." Sam shot back and stepped away to make her phone call.

The voice was groggy and not so pleasant on the receiving end of the call.

"Flack...and this better be damn good."

"It's me." Sam said in response.

"You just interrupted my me, you and Jennifer Aniston dream." he informed her.

"Oh I'm sorry. Kind of like when you so rudely interrupt my me, you and David Beckham dream?"

"I can so put that loser to shame." he declared confidently. "What time is it?"

"Shortly after one. I'm sorry I woke you up. Let me guess, you were having one of the best sleeps you've had in a long time."

"I was." he said with a sigh.

"Sorry. I just wanted to call you and give you the heads up."

"About?"

"We have dinner plans." she told him. "Seven o'clock. At the Marriott. So wear a suit and tie."

"Come on. It's my day off. At least let me wear jeans and t-shirt. And a baseball hat and those Adidas sandals you hate so much."

"Uh...no."

"Does this mean I actually have to get out of bed and shower and shave?"

"Yes. And I need you to bring me something to wear. Maybe that dress you bought me at that maternity place yesterday. And my expensive shoes."

"I can do that." Flack agreed. "Who are we going out to dinner with?"

"Guess."

"Carmen and Speed?" he offered.

"Nope."

"Danny and Erica?" he tried.

"Nope."

"Mac and Stella?"

"Sorry."

"I give. Who?"

"My parents."

"What? Why?" he exclaimed.

"They showed up here. They're here right now. And my dad wanted me to go alone and I said I wasn't going anywhere without you."

"Good girl. Is he pissed?"

"Well, he's not happy. You love me. Like you've never loved any one else, right?"

"Absolutely." he answered without hesitation.

"I love you, Don. And I need you to do this for me. Play nice for a while with him. Please, Don."

He sighed. "I'll be at the lab at quarter after six with your stuff. You owe me. Big time."

"I'll make it up to you." she vowed.

"Yeah, you will. More of this morning. Only longer."

She grinned and felt her cheeks flush at the very thought of their early morning activities. She turned her back to her parents so they wouldn't have to hear anything she was about to say. Her mother, God love her, was notorious for eaves dropping.

"I still can't feel my toes a hundred percent." she said into the phone.

"Yeah? Well tonight I'll put you in a coma." he declared.

"Promises, promises. Thank you. For being such a good sport. I love you."

"I love you, too. Now can I go back to sleep?"

"Back to Jennifer you mean?"

"Come on, you know you play the leading role in that fantasy."

"Sure I do. Pervert."

"You love me. Always remember that. I'll see you later."

"See you." she said and hung up. They never said goodbye. Goodbye just seemed to permanent. And neither of them had any plans on going anywhere. She clipped her phone back onto her pants pocket and rejoined her parents.

"What was that all about?" Sarge asked.

"I just needed to call Don and let him know about tonight. I can't just make plans without telling him. And I woke him up. He was sleeping."

Sarge frowned. "It's damn near one thirty. Lazy bastard, huh?"

"Dad!" Sam snapped and raised her hand for him to not start with her. "He's worked almost a hundred and seventy hours in two weeks. He's tired. He needs sleep."

"Making excuses for him now?"

"And he needs to rest because he nearly died two years ago and he's still in a lot of pain and he hasn't recuperated properly."

"He nearly died? How? Or is that just something you've blown out of proportion?"

"Nice dad. He was caught in a building explosion."

Lynne laid a hand over her mouth. "Dear God." she said in horror.

"And how did that happen?" Sarge asked.

"Someone put a bomb at a crime scene he was working. He was helping clear people out when the bomb detonated. He was gravely injured. He almost died. He spent months in the hospital and had all kinds of re-hab and physio. So just back off. Okay dad? He's still in a lot of pain and he's trying to deal with that and work all kinds of crazy hours and make sure that me and the baby are okay. He's trying. He is really, really trying, dad. So please just leave him alone."

Sarge smirked. "So he's the all American hero, huh?"

"Dad!" Sam shouted. "Enough! Leave Don alone. He's a good man. Give him a chance."

"I gave Zack a chance and look how that ended."

"He's not Zack. He is nothing like Zack and if you gave him a chance you'd realize that."

"Sam!" Speed called from down the hall, standing in the doorway to the trace lab and waving for her to join him.

"We're talking here!" Sarge shot back.

"Well excuse me for thinking evidence in a triple homicide takes precedence over your petty bullshit." Speed retaliated.

"I have to go." Sam said to her parents. "The team needs me to get some things done. This is an important case. Don and I will meet you guys at seven." she turned to hug her mother tightly. "It's so good to see you, mommy. I missed you. I really needed you here these last couple of days."

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

"We got some bad news about the baby yesterday and...you know what? We'll talk about this later, okay?"

"Okay...are you all right? How bad is bad?" she held her daughter at arm's length.

"Later, mom. Okay? I'm fine. I'm dealing with it."

"Samantha..."

"I'm fine." Sam assured her and wiped away a stray tear. She'd been pretending for two days that she wasn't scared or worried about the out come of future tests, and truth be told, she had never been so scared of anything in her entire life.

Lynne touched her daughter's face softly and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Sam went to her father and hugged him. "I'm sorry you can't accept this daddy." she said.

"You're right." he told her, not returning the hug. "I can't."

"Well," Sam said with a sigh as she drew away from him. "That's unfortunate. I have to go."

"Samantha..." he called after her as she headed down the hall.

"Daddy, I have to go. Please? Please just give him a chance?"

"I can't." he said firmly.

She nodded slowly. "If you love me, daddy," she said as she walked away with tears in her eyes. "you would."

Thanks to all of you reading and reviewing. Welcome to all the newcomers! The more the merrier! And lurkers, please leave even the smallest review. I'd really appreciate that.