Out Of Sight

Prt 1. Before Abduction(1)

Your POV:

I heard the door slam, seems like him and I had a rough day. Today was just not my day, I work at the police station, but not in the detective unit, like my husband. I work in the unit where I file victims who were found dead or alive, and it's not pleasing to the eye, from the images I have to attach to files when they are dead.

"Gyllenhaal?" I question as if I didn't know who walked into the house, but I did know.

He threw his jacket on the sofa. I usually would always call him by his last name, before we started dating. We always hated each other during that time, but then the hate turned into love later on in our lives.

"Hey." He looked..frustrated, yet tired.

I was playing darts with knives, because I love throwing sharp things, at things...or people. I saw him sit down at the table next to me, and run his fingers through his hair. He sighed and shook his head. It's been a month now since he cracked the case about the two young missing girls, who were abducted from their homes. Now he doesn't let me out of his sight sometimes, even before I leave work. I leave when he clocks in.

"Tough day love?" I ask as I tossed a knife and making it dead in the center.

"When Chief is up your ass, it's pretty hard to work on a fucking case baby."

"Look who you're talking to. I work in the same damn place, with the same damn boss, he just won't-" I tossed another knife, "shut his pie-hole. Damn. I missed."

"Yep, you missed right into my suspect papers." He watched me walk over and yank the knives out.

"Sorry. That's your fault for setting that shit there." I walked back over to where I was standing.

I was about to aim and throw, but I felt his strong arms wrap around me. I felt him shake his head and sigh. I looked down and closed the knife.

"Hey remember when it was our first time shopping together as a couple, and you would always get lost in the store? And every time I couldn't find you, I'd whistle 'Stand By Me', and you could hear it no matter what?"

"Yeah I remember." I could feel him smile when he pressed his face against my back.

I dropped the knives and turned around. His hands and arms moved down to my waist, I put my hands on his face, making him look at me. My brown eyes met his amazing blue eyes.

"Hey, you know I love you right?"

"Of course, and you know I love you too right?"

"Definitely." I brought his face closer and brought my lips to his.

He lowered his hands, kissing me a bit harder. He grabbed my butt, and held on tight. I softly moaned in his mouth, giving him more of a reason to press me against the wall. He moved his lips down my cheek, to my jaw, and made his way to my neck. He stopped and look my into my eyes.

"How long has it been since we've fucked?" He was breathing heavily now.

"Too long. It's been 3 months now Jake."

He picks me up, making me jump in laughter, "Jake!"

He rushes up the stairs, and takes us to our room. He opens the door, shutting it, and locking it. He tosses me on the bed lightly, and I look at the time, I got an hour till I have to be at work. He takes his shoes off.