Author's Note: This chapter is mainly centered around Prentiss/Jack/Doyle, but there is more Doyle and Prentiss in this chapter then there is of Jack. Oh yeah, the last part of this chapter is rated M, so I don't want to keep you guys waiting anymore...I bring to you chapter seventeen of this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.

With nearly tearful eyes, Prentiss looked at Jack standing in the doorway with Doyle holding the young boy's small hand in his large hand. She never took her eyes off of Jack while he stood in the doorway; expect for one time to give Doyle a look that meant if you harm him anymore I will kill you the first chance I get.

Doyle finally walked into the room holding Jack's hand in his and leading him to the empty chair. He picked the young child up and seated him in the empty chair, before going and standing against the back wall.

"Emily, why are you crying?" Jack asked, while staring at her and wondering why she had tears in her eyes.

"I'm just happy to see you, sweetheart." Prentiss said knowing that he probably didn't believe her after all he is Aaron Hotchner's son and just like his father he probably knew that she wasn't telling the truth, but she didn't think he needed to know the real truth about why she was crying was over the latest four-leaf clover brand that was branded into her inner left thigh that Doyle had did earlier and the pain she's still from being branded again. Prentiss never wants Jack to know about the four-leaf clover brand that was branded into her inner left thigh. She's hoping it stays that way. It's bad enough that he knows about the four-leaf clover brand on her chest. The one on her inner thigh he will never know about. The only people who will ever know about that one on her inner thigh will be Doyle and herself and she's hoping it can stay between the two of them. She turned her head to look at Doyle, and asked, "Ian, what are you planning now?"

"Nothing, love. I'm not planning anything right now, but if I was you wouldn't know anything about it." Doyle said his arms folded against his chest and his back against the wall.

"You're not planning anything." Prentiss said in disbelief knowing that Doyle was lying and he was planning something.

"I've told you that I'm not planning anything and if I was planning anything you wouldn't know anything about it." Doyle told her with his arms still folded against his chest and his back still against the wall.

"Because if you are planning anything, just leave Jack out of it. That's all I'm asking is that you leave him alone." Prentiss said nearly pleading with him.

"Well that all depends on you." Doyle told her, as he walked over to Jack's chair.

"What do you mean it all depends on me?" Prentiss asked with a confused look on her face.

"You will find out later, love." Doyle said, smiling fondly at her.

"Later?" Prentiss said coldly at him with a sterned look on her face.

"Yes later, love. I really don't think you want to find out not right now not with the child in the room." Doyle said still smiling at her fondly, as he put his large hands on Jack's small shoulders.

"It's just going to be me and you later all by ourselves again?" Prentiss asked sounding not to thrilled about being alone with Doyle again.

"That's right, love. It's going to be me and you again all by ourselves and we're going to have some more fun later." Doyle told her, with a devilish grin on his face.

"You think what you did earlier to me was fun for me?" Prentiss angrily asked him with misty eyes. "That was torture Ian." She angrily said to him, as one teardrop escaped from her left eye.

"Torture? Fun? Call it whatever you want, love." Doyle said as he looked at her and seen that one single teardrop going down her face.

"It wasn't fun. It was torture Ian." Prentiss said, as more tears came out of her eyes.

"Oh, it was fun for me and Emily; you know it was fun for you too." Doyle said, while smiling at her fondly again.

"No it wasn't! There was nothing fun about what you did to me!" Prentiss angrily shouted and trying not to let anymore tears escape from her eyes.

"Emily, what happened?" Jack asked with a worried look on his face.

Prentiss looked at Jack and saw the worried look on his small innocence face, so innocence that she couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth, so she decided to lie to him.

"Nothing happened, sweetheart." She said giving him a small smile.

"But why are you upset? Is it because Ian did something bad to you?" Jack asked curiously.

"Hey, I promise you that nothing happened. And you have nothing to be worried about, I'm fine." Prentiss said reassuring the young boy's fears away.

"Jack, do you really want to know what actually happened?" Doyle asked him as he squeezed the boy's small shoulders, as he looked at Prentiss with a smirk on his face.

"Ian don't." Prentiss said pleading with him as she watched him come over to her and stood behind her.

"Emily I think he has the right to know." Doyle said as he put his hands on her shoulders. Looking at Jack, he said, "Your friend Emily Prentiss will always belong to me and no one else."

"No she doesn't." Jack said to him.

"Emily will always belong to me. You can see for yourself that she will never belong to anyone else." Doyle said, as he moved from behind Prentiss' chair and went in front of her, and bent down to untied the ropes around her ankles.

"Ian, please don't do that please," Prentiss begged him, as she watched his hands on the ropes. "Jack doesn't need to see what you did to me." She said to him with watery eyes.

Doyle took his hands off of the ropes and stood up just before leaning over Prentiss and saying to her, "Let's asked the boy, if he wants to see." Turning his head back a little to look at Jack, he asked, "Jack do you want to see what I did to Emily?"

"No." Jack said shaking his little head from side to side.

"Are you sure you don't want to see that Emily will always be mine?" Doyle asked him with a smile on his face.

"Ian, he said no and he really doesn't need to see what you did." Prentiss told him as he turned his head back to look at her.

"I really don't think I need to show him that you will always belong to me because he already knows that and he knows that you will never belong to his father." Doyle whispered to her as he patted her left thigh.

"No matter what you say or do to me, I will never belong to you." Prentiss said to him.

"Oh that's where you are wrong, love. You will always belong to me." Doyle told her with a grin on his face.

"I do not belong to you." Prentiss angrily hissed out to him.

"Emily, do you really think that you will belong to Aaron or Clyde? Because you never will. And do you really think Aaron and Clyde wants to be with you now?" Doyle asked her, while squeezing her left thigh this time.

Prentiss stared at Doyle with an anger expression on her face and with tearful eyes. Part of her wanted to rip his head off of him and the other part of her was slowly starting to believe him that she will always be his and no one else's

"You know I'm right that you will always be mine and that you can never make Aaron and Clyde happy ever again." Doyle said with a smudged look on his face, while he stared at her.

"Go to hell." Prentiss angrily said, as she turned her head away from Doyle.

Doyle let out an amused laugh as he turned her head back to look at him. "I'm not going to hell right off, love not before I get back a slice of heaven. And what I mean by that is that one certain night we had at my Tuscan Villa. I know it won't be the same as that night, love." He said, as he backed away from her and grabbed a hold of Jack.

Prentiss watched as Doyle walked out of the room with Jack, as she slowly counted to ten to herself and thought back to that night Doyle was talking about.

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Lauren Reynolds sat up in bed picking at her one of thumb nails as she watched the man lying in bed sleeping. The man she had just made love to nearly over an hour ago. She nervously picked at her thumb nail wondering what he would think of her if he knew the real her. She really didn't want to think about what he would think of her if he ever found out who she really was, so she gently got out of bed not wanted to wake him and threw her robe on over her royal blue tank top and matching short shorts. She wandered over to the two big French style doors that lead out to the balcony of their bedroom.

Lauren stepped out into the starry night sky onto the balcony and walking over to the railing of the balcony just looking up at the stars in the sky.

She was looking at the stars in the sky and thinking about stuff that she didn't even hear Ian come up behind her.

"What are you doing out here?" Doyle asked her, as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Nothing. It's just so beautiful out here." Lauren told him as she leaned her head against his shoulders.

"You know that you make it really beautiful out here, when you're standing out here." Doyle told her as he turned her around in his arms, so he can see her face.

Lauren smiled at him, and said, "You really don't mean that. "You're just saying that."

"I really do mean it. That you make it really beautiful out here when you're out here. I love coming out onto the balcony when you're out here because you make it real beautiful out here because you are so damn beautiful." Doyle said, as he kissed her and removing her robe from her.

The next thing she knew was Ian picking her up and sitting her on top of the railing of the balcony and wrapping her legs around his waist, and removing her tank top from her body revealing a white cotton bra, as he was leaving a hot trail of kisses down her neck and then down to her breasts as he removed her bra from her.

Lauren's hands went to the hem of Ian's white tank top, pulling him out it and running her hands across his bare chest.

Ian removed Lauren from the railing of the balcony and carried her into the center of the balcony and laying her right there, and removing her short shorts and lace panties from her body, and then quickly removing his boxers from himself because he wanted to be inside of her immediately to feel her touched.

Lauren let out a moaned as Ian entered her.

They made love to each other that night beneath the starry sky.

It was one of the most romantic nights they ever had together.

They lay, together, their limbs intertwined, as they watched the sunrise together the next morning.

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Prentiss was brought back from reality as soon as Doyle walked back into the room. There was no way in hell that she was going to let him re-live that night, no matter what.

Author's Note: I would really love to know what you all think, if you have the time, please don't hesitate to leave me a review. Your feedback is truly the best I could ever ask for, and your constant support means so much. Thank you in advance! I'm not sure when chapter eighteen will be up, but chapter eighteen will probably be Hotch, Clyde and the team, that's what I'm thinking, but if you guys want more Prentiss and Doyle in the next chapter; I will take it into consideration. And once again please leave a review signed or anonymous, no matter how short or long, I really love hearing from each and every one of you.