A/N: I have good news! I have written two chapters to upload! Bad news, no sex scene yet. THERE WILL BE. Its actually already written, I just haven't found a good place for it yet….
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Ian closed his eyes. Things had been so good lately. Like out of a storybook. He should have known. He should have known, things that were good were often too good to be true. He'd let his guard down with Emily, trying to act more like a husband, but that was a mistake. She was so good at it; lulling him into a false sense of complacency.
He gripped the cell phone in his hand. They hadn't bought new cell phones yet. They had waiting for things to cool down. Well she hadn't. She couldn't wait and lie low, even though the well-being of their family depended on it.
He took a deep breath. He had to confront her. He had no choice. She couldn't do this to him again… Emily had just finished giving the twins a bath, and was putting them to bed. She'd asked him to go get some more towels out of their bedroom closet, when he'd grabbed the towels he'd been about to go back into the bathroom when he'd noticed the mattress slightly askew. He'd bent down and noticed the little lump under the mattress. Almost unnoticeable, that's when he'd found the phone.
What angered him more than anything wasn't the fact that she had the phone, but that she'd gone out of her way to hide it, which could only mean she was conspiring against him…
"Ian! Where did you go to get those towels? Russia? Come on, I got 2 dripping toddlers in here." Emily called from the bathroom.
He said nothing. He was shaking with rage. He didn't even want to see her, he might kill her.
"Ian!" She called again. "Jesus that man can't find the broad side of a house…" He heard her mutter, and asked Declan to watch the twins while she went to get more towels.
"Ian they're rig—" She stopped short when she saw him sitting on the bed holding the phone, well the pieces of one. He'd managed to snap it without even meaning to. She saw the expression on his face and her eyes got wide. "Ian, I can explain. Just give me 10 minutes so I can put Lauren and Landen down and I promise I'll explain." She said putting her hands up in a "calm down, don't lose your shit" gesture. Again he said nothing, she took his silence as consent and she quickly grabbed the towels from the spot next to him and hurried back into the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later she re-entered the bedroom and shut the door behind her. She started speaking in French, and he knew more than likely Declan was still wide awake. Declan had been very withdrawn and moody lately and so Emily was speaking in French so that he would not be able to understand their argument.
She sat down next to him, "Ian, I know what this looks like," She said in fluent French. She reached out to touch his shoulder, as he refused to acknowledge her. He shrugged her off.
"Ian—"
"How could you!" He stood up, yelling also in French. "I knew this would happen, I knew it. So when do the black cars roll up this time, Love?" He asked snidely.
"Ian I didn't do any-" SMACK! He let the back of his hand fly right across her cheek bone.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" He screamed. "If You didn't do anything wrong, WHY WOULD YOU HIDE IT?" He yelled grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. He could see the fire beginning to glow in her eyes as the shock from his backhand wore off.
BAM! He felt his jaw collide with something hard and round. Her fist. She'd actually punched him. He staggered back a step throwing the phone against the wall hard enough to shatter it to multiple pieces.
"Son of a BITCH!" He roared. It had been quite a while since she'd landed a good one on him. "What the fuck, Emily?" He spat, rubbing his jaw.
"You hit me first, you bastard!" She yelled angrily. "Ian! LISTEN. I didn't do anything. I just used it to call Garcia at home. She needed to know some stuff. No! No, I didn't tell her where we were. She knew I never would anyways." She yelled, forgoing the French.
"Garcia is the reason we're in this mess! If we'd have just stayed in Dubai, if you hadn't talked me into letting her come down, none of this would be happening!" Ian said angrily. "So telling me you just used it to call Garcia, isn't helping your situation Emily." He said pointing a finger at her.
"I did it in the middle of the night, so nobody from the BAU would ever even know!" Emily said backing away from him.
"I don't believe you! You always do this! Anytime we FINALLY have something good going, you have to go and FUCK IT UP AGAIN!" He said flinging her against the wall, ready to smack her again.
"Ian! I SWEAR! I didn't do—"
"GET AWAY FROM HER!" A new voice screamed. Both of them flung their heads around in an instant.
Standing there shaking, gun in his little hand, was Declan. His face bright red with anger, tears flooding his eyes.
Emily and Ian both froze, Declan had gotten a hold of a gun. A fucking gun. Ian stood not moving, not sure what to do. He was 99% positive that the gun was not loaded. But there was always that 1% chance…
"Declan, come on son, give me the gun." Ian said slowly, inching in front of Emily, shielding her with his own body. Declan was absolutely shaking, whether with fear or anger or both. The gun wasn't really pointed at him, but the fact that Declan had even picked it up spoke to the fact that something was very, very wrong.
Emily's soft voice came from behind him. "Declan, baby, where'd you get the gun?" She asked slowly.
"I fou-found it in the basement a couple days ago." Ian let out a sigh, if Declan had gotten it from the basement, the gun was certainly not loaded. None of them were. The ammo was locked up in the tiny safe they'd purchased. The safe wasn't big enough for all the guns, and they hadn't gotten around to getting a gun case yet. Ian sent a pointed look at Emily and as she caught his glance he saw her shoulders relax a little.
"Hon, why? You hate guns." She asked softly.
"I—I don't know! I just, I heard you arguing and then something hit my bedroom wall. I got scared so I ran down there an-and I don't even know how to use it! But I thought you were hurt!" He said his lip puckering clearly trying not to cry, but failing.
"Declan. Listen to me, I know you were trying to do the right thing. But, I'm fine. Me and your dad, we were just arguing. The noise you heard was just a cell phone. It broke. Right, Ian?" She said giving him a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, I threw it against the wall, son. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Can you give me the gun, please?" Ian asked reaching out a hand to Declan. Declan just stood there, eyes welling up with tears. After what seemed like an hour, of 30 agonizing seconds, Declan nodded and handed the gun over to Ian and flung himself into Emily's arms sobbing.
Ian checked the magazine, empty. He rubbed his temple, he just dodged a bullet there. Quite literally. He wasn't even angry about the gun. He was just in utter shock. But, in his heart, he was quite proud of Declan. Even though he hated guns more than anything, he was willing to conquer his fear in order to protect Emily. If anything ever happened to Ian, he felt proud that his son would protect his own. Declan would protect his mother and siblings no matter what, even against his own father.
After a few minutes, Emily led Declan back to his room, and stayed with him, stroking his hair until he fell asleep.
Ian rubbed his eyes. This night was going all wrong. Thank god, he didn't have to work tonight, he might've accidentally broke some jackasses neck.
Soon after, Emily re-entered the room. She looked at him, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Ian, that was bad." She said laying down on the bed.
"I know." He said quietly.
"Maybe, maybe we should take him to see somebody." She said.
"No."
"Why not? Ian, the kid is having a mental breakdown."
"Emily…"
"Fine. Whatever, but don't come crying to me when your son is arrested at the age of 14 for vandalism, or robbery, because he's acting out and you refused to let him get help." She said sneering at him, before turning her back to him.
Ian just sat there. Unsure of what to say. He didn't even care about the cell phone now. He just wanted the truth. He wanted peace in his family and it would never happen with him always at odds with Emily.
"Emily, what did Garcia have to say?" He asked finally.
"That there is no official investigation, the Bureau is still denying you're alive. The BAU however, is convinced otherwise. Also my mother wants to meet me in Manhattan in 2 weeks. She couldn't get a hold of me, so she left a message with Garcia, who neglected to tell her I no longer work with the Bureau."
"Wait, what!" Ian said sharply, careful not to speak too loudly.
"Yeah, at Dean & Deluca's, in 2 weeks at 4:00. She told Garcia I could either be there or not, it was up to me."
"When were you planning on sharing this with me?" He asked with a slight, bitter edge to his voice.
"I don't know. I just was trying to find the right way to bring it up. I wasn't trying to hide it, I just didn't want it to turn into something it wasn't. I wasn't sure if you'd let me go anyways." She said quietly.
Hmm. That was interesting. She still thought of herself as his hostage. Which he hadn't even considered her that since he'd rescued her from the warehouse. He just wanted things to be normal, and they had been lately aside from Declan's behavioral issues.
"If you want to see your mother, you should go." He said slowly. Sure he would regret this.
Emily rolled over, "What?"
"If you want to see your mother… you should go. Who knows the next time you'll see each other." He said reaching over to caress her cheek. Thankful he hadn't left a mark, to fuel his guilt.
"Are you sure? You'll be alone with the twins, and Declan… and what about work?" She asked tentatively.
"We'll see if Misty would want to earn some extra cash." He said giving her a small smile. He was so sure this was a bad idea. But he was feeling like such an asshole, she could have asked to go meet Aaron Hotchner himself, and he would probably have said yes…
A/N: Second chapter up tomorrow WHOO!
