Summary: Eric is worried and Jake is targeted.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is fiction.
Target Locked
Eric smiled down at his son as they walked back to their house. Jake was finished school for the weekend and he was telling Eric what they could do.
"Is G going to be home this weekend?"
Eric blushed as he heard his son call their home G's home.
"Maybe sweetie. G and the team work odd hours, you know that."
The boy pouted. Erik chuckled.
"Aw son. Maybe if we ask him nicely he'll come ."
"Can I ring him when I get home?"
"Of course."
As soon as they got in the door, Jake was on the phone to G. Eric could hear his son talking as he made him a snack. Jake sounded happy. He liked G and that was what mattered.
"Dad! G wants to talk to you."
"OK sweetheart. Go to the kitchen and eat your snack."
"What is it?"
"PBJ on white bread. You're favourite."
The boy cheered and ran into the kitchen, throwing the phone at Eric.
"G? Sorry about that."
"Don't be. The kids adorable. He wants to see me this weekend."
"So do I."
"Cute. Is everything ok?"
"I think so."
"You think so?"
"I can feel someone watching me sometimes. Not all of the time, just sometimes."
"What about Jake?"
"I haven't asked him. I don't want him to worry."
"Ok, we can up the surveillance on you and I'll be there first thing tomorrow morning. I need to deal with some things here first. See you tomorrow, ok?"
"Kay. I love you."
"Love you too."
Jake peered around the doorway as Eric put the phone back.
"Is he coming?"
"Yes he'll be here."
Jake cheered and leapt around the room. He really liked G. Eric laughed at his son and walked in to the kitchen. What he saw scared him.
"Jake. Get in here!"
"Yes dad."
"Did you get into the candy?"
Jake giggled and ran into his bedroom. He had gotten into the candy. Eric sighed. This was going to be a long night.
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Eric goraned as the sunlight hit his eyes. God, running around after Jake had exhausted him. The kid had finally tired out around nine and Eric put him to bed. He looked at his clock. Eight in the morning. Jake usually has him up by now. He frowned and climbed out of his bed calling for his son. When there was no answer, he walked to Jake's room. All he saw was a note on the bed. His heart racing and tears in his eyes, Eric picked up the note.
Eric, I have our son. He will come to no harm. Come to this address and we can be a proper family.
123 Terrence Heights,
Beachfront Road.
Love Always, Arthur
A/N Done. R&R please. Next chapter, Eric meets his family.