Dreams

Vision- Sheldon

CSI Dr. Sheldon Hawkes walked into the bedroom he shared with his husband BAU Unit Chief Derek Morgan. Derek had just come back from spending almost fifteen days out of town on cases. They were in Texas three days, Florida four days, East Tennessee two days. He got a chance to come home for a day before they were sent back out to Kentucky for three days and Missouri for other two and a half. Needless to say, Derek really missed his family and his husband. Sheldon was glad to have some more help. When Pen wasn't on the travel rotation things were fine. But this time she was on the same rotation as Derek; although she tried to get off after the case in East Tennessee.

Sheldon asked as he took out his contact lenses in the bathroom, "Everybody in bed?"

"Yep, checked on them myself. Everything okay for in the morning?"

"Yeah, lunches are made, permission slips signed." Derek rubbed his eyes. Sheldon batted his hands away.

"You could mess up your eyes by doing that."

"Can't help it; read too many e-mails." He blinked. "But my eyes aren't too tired to look at you." He said pulling his husband closer to him to kiss him.

"Mmm...does daddy need a play date?" He teased.

"Oh, yes with papa as his playmate." Derek smiled and kissed Sheldon as he tried to quickly unbutton his shirt. Sheldon quickly broke the kiss. "What is it?" Derek asked.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Derek listened for a few seconds. "I didn't hear anything. I think you're being paranoid." He went back to kissing Sheldon, making it to his neck before Sheldon stopped him again.

"There. I just heard it again."

"What exactly did you hear?"

"A knock or something..." They listened. They each heard it that time. It was a knock at the door followed by...

"Daddy? Papa?" Both men dropped their heads, sighed and said together,

"Ben."

"I thought you said everyone was asleep?"

"They were, when I checked."

"Well, you're gonna have to turn around before we let him in." Sheldon said as he indicated to Derek's aroused state. Derek turned towards the open doors of his armoire. "Come in." Sheldon called.

Five-year-old Benjamin MarKes came into his parent's bedroom. His very sandy-blond curly hair was sticking to his forehead and he carried his favorite teddy bear with him.

"What's going on bud?" Sheldon asked, kneeling in front of his son.

"Papa, I don't feel so good." The little boy replied.

"What's wrong?"

"I feel hot and itchy."Sheldon immediately felt his forehead and the little boy was burning up. "And my tummy is in cycles."

"Cycles?" Derek turned to see Sheldon usher their son to the bathroom. "That's a new one."

"That's their twin speak for nausea." And they got to the toilet just in time for Ben to throw up. Derek winced at the sound and walked to the bathroom door to make sure they were all right. He heard footsteps behind him.

"Daddy, Binky's throwing up all over her bed." He turned to see their daughter Fiona standing there. Derek threw his head up as if to say What now?

"Okay, sweetie. Let's go and check on your sister." She took his hand they walked down the hall to the girls' bedroom.

Little Bianca was sitting on the side of her bed, her nightgown and sheets covered in vomit. None of the food she had eaten for dinner seemed to digest. He could see just about every pea, carrot, and spoonful of mashed potatoes she had eaten. And her chocolate milk.