A/N: Wow, ok so I know I said I was going to update once a week. FAIL! Lol okay so LOTS, LOTS, LOTS of drama in these upcoming chapters because while I haven't updated lately I have been evilly plotting and scheming the next few chapters and I think they've taken years off of my life. This chapter is a little short but I think you guys will enjoy the beginning ;) More chapters updated in quick succession I SWEAR ON PAGET'S DEVASTATING DEPARTURE!

*that's a serious oath right there people* *nodnod*

"The times may have changed, but the people are still the same. We're still looking for love, and that will always be our struggle as human beings."- Halle Berry

Emily stood under the hot stream of water, closing her eyes enjoying the solitude. Peace and quiet was just what she needed in the morning before her first cup of coffee. People were not generally pleased with her disposition before said cup of coffee. Eyes closed, she rinsed her hair out inhaling the tea tree mint smell of her shampoo as it ran down the drain. Suddenly, she felt hands wrap around her middle and she let out a small scream.

"IAN!"

"Morning, Love," came a smug voice from behind her, along with a warm body blocking the water flow.

"Don't DO that!" She panted, still trying to catch her breath. "I want to live to see my children graduate, but I won't if you give me a fucking coronary before then!" She grumbled.

"Such a dirty mouth, from such a…clean lady," he said seductively in her ear, wrapping a hand around and placing his hand between her freshly shaved legs.

She moaned a little as his hands worked their magic on her body. She could feel him growing hard behind her and within moments she felt herself pushing back onto him, hips begging him to take her.

With a groan he slid his hard member into her slick cunt, no warning necessary. Emily rolled her eyes back a little as he not so gently forced her up against the wall of the shower. She put her hand up to brace herself and felt his fingers lace with hers as he gently thrust into her, hitting just the right spot. The hot water poured on them, but that wasn't what was steaming up the bathroom mirror, their pants and moans were.

Finally when she thought she could not stand another minute, she whispered, "Ian, I'm going to cum!" He gently bit the nape of her neck and she bit her lip to keep from screaming out loud and she felt herself climax and her body felt like it was made of jell-o. Not more than a minute later Ian's thrusts became faster and she knew he was there as well, when he moaned, "Emily," and leaned on her for a brief moment before kissing her cheek, and releasing her from her plastered position against the wall.

She turned her face him as he reached for the shampoo and body wash.

"I don't think so, mister." She said making a shoo-ing motion, "I was in here first and I wasn't done yet! I still have soap in my hair and you're hogging the water. Step out."

"Bossy this morning aren't we?" Ian said raising an eyebrow at her, but stepping around to let her back under the water. She closed her eyes once more under the flow of the water.

"Stop it." She said sternly, not bothering to open her eyes.

"Stop what?" he drawled in a lazy Irish drawl.

"I know you're staring at me." She said wiping shampoo away from her eyes.

"Of course, you're naked. You're a goddess. What do you expect?"

"Well you'd better knock it off or you're gonna turn around and face the corner like Landen and Lauren." She said teasingly.

"Fine," He said.

A minute passed between them in silence before she asked, "You're still doing it aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Well, now you can shower alone, because I'm done."

"Ahh, no fair, Love…" He said smiling as she stepped out, leaving him alone in the now, barely warm water.

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LATER THAT MORNING

"So what are the plans again?" Ian asked as Emily ran around the table trying to prevent 2 toddlers from throwing their spoons and bowls off of the table.

"Ugh, we really need to consider getting a dog." She said exasperatedly as Landen successfully dumped a whole bowl of cheerios onto the ground.

"No. Now what are the plans again?" Ian asked briskly. The last thing they needed was a damn dog running around.

"God, you have a one track mind this morning!" Emily said, annoyed.

"Yes, now—"

"OKAY, Okay! Me, Izzy, and Misty are going bridal shopping and you and Matt are gonna stay here with the kids and hang."

"And do what?" Ian asked incredulously.

"You know hang, watch football or something. Make sure Landen and Lauren don't get into stuff, Declan doesn't kill them, you know." She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, babysitting. "Plus it's not like you're gonna be alone, Matt will be here too." She continued whilst picking up spilled cheerios and piling them back onto Landen's placemat.

"Emily, I am perfectly capable of handling kids on my own. I've been a father for a long time, you know." He said arrogantly.

Emily just crooked an eyebrow at him.

"Ian, you had a houseful of servants, an adopted mother, plus me after I came along to watch ONE kid. But, you're this confidant, so this should be a cinch." She said swooping down to give him a kiss, before grabbing her purse off the counter.

"Declan, watch your father for me, kay? Make sure the house is still standing, make sure your brother and sister don't keel over while I'm gone." She said laughing and ruffling Declan's wild curly blond hair.

" Yeah, okay, I'll make sure." He said laughing along. Ian sulked in good humor.

"Christ, you'd think he was the adult around here…" He said poutily.

Emily just laughed and waved goodbye to the twins, who just giggled and made a mess right again.

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Emily pulled the Range Rover into the bridal store parking lot. She'd picked up the girls and with a twinge of sadness thought about how back home, she would have had Garcia and JJ as her right hand ladies for this assignment, but Izzy and Misty were good company, young as they were. They both had excellent taste in music and were quick witted and uncannily smart.

Part of her was still trying to digest the fact that she was MARRYING Ian Doyle. She had always pictured what it would be like ever since he'd given her that ring way back when, but always like a dream, never reality, because in all actuality her job was to put him in prison for 9 consecutive life sentences. But, never the less, here she was at a bridal shop going to pick out a white dress. To walk down an aisle in.

How times change, she thought.