Under My Protection

Chapter 1

A/N: Sorry guys. This is stuck in my head and I have to see if you like it. Plus I only have three stories working, including this, and I feel bad for lack of updates. Hopefully you enjoy it. Random updates!

"Can you say hi to papa?" When I walked into the office, I knew what was going on. It was my friend and colleague's son's birthday. He was turning three. It was like this for everyone with a family. Your child's birthday and you're working, if I video is sent it's put up on the screen. I went over to Chris's desk where he was watching.

"Hi papa."

"Hey buddy." He whispered to the screen. His little boy and his husband were on the screen.

"Do you miss them?" I asked. Chris sighed as his little boy blew out the three candles on his cake.

"I've missed every one of his birthdays."

"Chris." I had to reassure him. "You're doing this to protect him."

"Scott....you don't have a family. You don't know what I'm going through." I looked back up at the video that everyone was watching. Chris's husband kissed the little boy's forehead.

"Chris." You could see the tears building up on the husband's waterline. "Please come back to us safely. I love you."

"I love you too papa." The whole office awed at the little boy.

"I will Mitch." Chris nervously began playing with his wedding ring on his finger. He was okay looking. Nothing to burn cities for. Brown hair, green eyes, pale skin. Usually he looked his age but he looked old. Not like a thirty year old at all. More like fifty. "I'm suppose to go home tomorrow."

"Why are you sad about it?"

"We haven't caught the guy and my family might be next. If anything happened to David or Mitch...." I ask about the fact that his husband's name sounded like it shouldn't be in that sentence. I wonder if something happened. An affair or something? Who knows. "Mitch would die before anything happened to our son."

"And this killer uses the love of a parent to gain advantage." Chris nodded grimly. "He sexual assaults the victims. The way he kills....who he kills....it worries everyone. Hector, after he lost his wife and his two sons, we lost an agent. If this happens again-"

"We'll be undermanned." He confirmed my growing worry. We've lost five agents to grief. Soon, we won't have anymore. "I need you to promise me something."

"Anything. You're my best friend."

"If anything happens to me, take care of my family." I could feel my stomach twist into knots. I didn't want anything happening to anyone. I didn't want to find another family dead. Another child having to watch their parent be tortured before losing their own life. "This is my plan."

"Ch-"

"Just let me get this off my chest." He took a deep breath. "I want you to put him in our witness protection. Pose as a family and live in the mountain safe house. Take care of them. Make Mitch laugh again."

"You're saying this as if you're already dead."

"Just keep them safe." I made my promised before we were called out to find a potential suspect. I had my gun drawn and my bulletproof vest put on. Chris and I were the first responders. I can to the stairs.

"I'll take up." I whispered to him. He nodded. I slowly made my way up the creaky stairs. I could hear Chris walking downstairs. It made me know he was safe. He was my best friend and I don't think I would forgive myself if something happened. I checked all the rooms up stairs. Everything was clear.

"Clear!" I heard Chris yell from downstairs. I began making my way down when I heard the gunshots go off and I hard hit to the back of my head. I fell to the ground as stars blurred my vision. The person who hit me, turned me over. They began digging through my pockets.

"Chris?"

"Scott?" I turned my head to see him laying on the ground next to me. He was bleeding, his vest still on.

"No family? How boring Agent Scott Hoying." He threw my badge back on my chest. "But Chris Denih does.

A son and a husband." I moved to try and hit the unsub but my head was spinning. I felt like puking. I had a concussion. I fell back on the floor with a loud groan.

"There are others coming." I tried to threaten. It didn't seem to work. He took his time. I felt my shirt get pushed up and cold metal brush against my skin. It was a knife. He was going to kill me. This is how I was going to die.

"Nah. I'll build suspense." The blade left my skin and I heard something being dragged away. He was taking Chris. I couldn't make a sound. I was afraid I might thrown up if I did anything.

"Scott!" Chris was trying to scream but it came out as a hoarse whisper. The knots in my stomach from earlier were telling me to protect my friend. I failed. I don't remember when the ambulance came. I was teetering on the edge of consciousness.

"Where's Agent Denih?!" They were yelling at me, trying to push out any information before I passed out.

"Took....him....save....family." It was getting harder to speak. Then it was black. It felt like no time before my eyes were open to the white of the hospital. "I promised him....I would take care of his family." I spoke to our supervisor who I knew was sitting there. He had been speaking in the dream I had.

"You and his family are going into witness protection until we find Chris or the killer." I tried to sit up but groaned in pain. I looked down in confusion at the stab wounds. I thought he pulled away. Why didn't I feel the pain?

"I have to tell his family. Tomorrow. He was was suppose to come home."

"You should rest."

"No!" I sat up quickly, immediately regretting the decision. "They have to know." My supervisor nodded.i fell back in the hospital bed.

I wonder how Chris's husband will take it.