The Late Shift

Title: The late shift

Sentinel/X Files Crossover

Rating: R

Summary: Jim Ellison has to work late, and gets a surprise visit from his wife.

Disclaimer: I dont own Jim and I dont own Dana. They belong to their respective production houses, and I promise, I'm not making *any* money out of this!

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Mike Ferris was the night officer that week at Cascade Police Department. He liked the night shift. It was mostly quiet. Tonight he looked up from a ream of paperork to see Dectective Jim Ellison's stunning titan-haired wife coming in through the main doorway. She was wearing a long black camel hair trench coat and shaking an umbrella. He looked at the water streaming off her shoulders and said, "Night, Mrs Ellison, I didn't realise it was raining tonight."

"The weather turned nasty a little while ago" she smiled at the younger man. "My husband still upstairs?"

Mike frowned. "I haven't heard him come down...want me to call up?"

Dana Ellison cocked her head to one side in thought, then replied with a mischivous grin on her face, "Do that, but don't let him know that I'm here."

Mike sm; he; he wished he had a beautiful wife like her to surprise him on the night shift sometimes...

He picked up the phone, and dialled Dective Ellison's extention at Violent Crimes.

"Ellison" he growled into the phone.

"Just checking to see if you were still here, sir, didn't see you come back down." Mike explained.

"Oh...yeah, I'm fine. Listen, if my wife calls..." Mike looked up at the petite woman in from of him who was busy furling her umbrella. "...if she calls, tell her I'll be home soon."

"Will do, sir." Mike replied and put down the phone. "He's still up there, slaving away." He told a smiling Dana.

"Thanks Mike, I really apprecialte this." Dana said, turand and took the lift to Jim's floor.

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Jim was buried in paper work. It was after one am. All he could think about was his wife and how much he missed her. It was at that point that his enhanced Sentinel sense of smell picked up a whiff of her perfume. Thinking it was only a figmant of his tired imagination, he ignored it untill he heard a soft seductive voice:

"Hello, baby."

His head jerked up. Dana was standing there, in the doorway of his office.

"Dana?!" he breathed. "what you doing here?"

"I came to show you something." She smiled, opened her trench coat and dropped it to the floor.

Jim's eyes popped out of his head. Dana was naked, except for her high heels.

Jim Ellison was in a state he rarely achived: speechless.

Dana took advantage of this to sashay across to her husband and pushed his chair back, so she had room to stand between him and the desk, in front of him.

"Aren't you happy to see me?" She smiled at his shocked look.

"Yeah, uh, yes!" he stammered.

She looked down at the huge bulge in the front of his pants and stroked it. Jim stifled a groan. She unzipped him, and pulled out an impressive erection. She slowly circled the moist head with her fingergip, then in one fluid motion, stratighted, straddled him and sank down on it.

"Dana!" Jim ground out and let his eyes close and his head fall back onto the headrest of the chair. Dana smiled, put her hands on his shoulders and rocked her hips back and forth. "Jesus!" He could feel her pussy pulsating around his cock and the familiar, slick feeling of her hot channel was driving him crazy. Jim knew that he was going in real deep and he could see from the look on his wife's face she was enjoying it as much as he was.

He opened his eyes and finally focused on the open door.

"Dana...anyone could see us!" He protested.

"That's all part of the thrill of the game." Dana purred, keeping her actions steady.

She increased the tempo a little, roocking her hips faster and making her husband cry out in pleasure and forget his train of thought. He clamped his hands on her waist and changed her maddening rhythm so that she was sliding up and down his rigid member.

Dana's eyes flickered shut and she made small whimpering noises.

"I know you like that, huh?" A brief smile flickered across his face. He enjoyed teasing his wife as much she did to him. He increased the up and down motion briefly, watching the desire etch itself across her face, then held her immobile.

"Jim!" Shriekrieked, her eyes flying open. "Jim..." her voice dropped to a seductive moan. "Jim, fuck me, please!"

Jim just smiled. She was so wet and tight, she was exquisite and he was sorely tempted, but he couldn't let her come yet. She didn't deserve to get off that easily.

"Beg me, baby." He commanded her.

"Jim...oh god, Jim please!" she whispered, her lips almost touching his ear, her breath ticlking him. He found it an incredible turn on.

"It ain't good enough." He licked her ear, trailing down her neck and nipping the senative spot on her neck that just begged to be kissed.

Dana let out a long low moan and tried to wiggle her hips. "Fuck me Jim!" she ground out. His large hands were splayed at her waist, and he had to fight hard to keep her still. Her frantic wiggling was bringing him to the edge of coming...

Dana dropped her head on to his shoulder, and growled in his ear, "You're making me come!"

"Good." He replied and held her tighter. "Beg me some more and we'll see if its good enough to make me let you come."

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Dana moaned and Jim could feel her tight pussy spasming around his member. He smiled to himself; once his wife started to come, there was no stopping her. He let go of her waist and let her buck as her orgasm took hold of her. Her frantic motions brought him straight over the edge too, and with a roar, he followed Dana into oblivion. He held his limp wife as she collapsed on him.

"Jesus, Dana, you're incredible, you know that?" he managed when he could fanally focus on the here and now.

Dana pushed back her damp auburn hair and laughed. "I just wanted something to make you think. After all, you know how I feel about the late shift. You should be home in bed, with me..."

"I love it when you get possessive."

"Possessive, my ass. I hate a cold bed."

There was a discrete, embarrassed cough from the doorway, and husband and wife similtanously looked to the source of the noise.

Mike Ferris stood there, blushing to the roots of his blond crew cut. He looked down at the damp trench coat at his feet, then Dana's naked back, then managed to stammer out: "Uh, Dectective Ellison, I just came to tell you...you left the door open."

Dana blushed. What the officer wasn't telling them was they could be heard throughout the near empty building!

"Um, thanks Mike. I 'preciate it." Jim stammered and the younger man gratefully left, closing the door behind him. Jim and Dana looked at the door, then each other, and laughed.

"At least I didn't turn up during lunch time!" she giggled.

"Yeah, but look at how many other people you could have made jealous...the whole damn building!"

Dana got up and regarded her husband. "I do believe that your're proud of the fact!" she grinned. She leaned over and tucked her husband back into his pants, giving his flaccid member one last kiss. Jim sighed in contentment, then got up, went to the door and picked up his wife's coat. He handed it to her, kissing her deeply, then answered, "I have every right to. I have a beautiful wife. Now, what do you say about going home and making the neighbours jealous?" he laughed and led her downstairs.