A/N: I'm baaaaackkkkk! Sorry for the wait!

So I wasn't really planning on making this anything more than a one-shot; but I got a pretty great response which I wasn't expecting, so I've decided to put up this second chapter and see what you guys think. It's longer than the last one, and if you guys think I should continue it, I will, but if not I'm okay with leaving it as a two-shot.

Either way, this chapter is for all of you who reviewed; I really appreciate your opinions. (And also all of you who followed/favourited, the fact you guys are bothered about my stories is awesome!)

Derek rolled over, and even though he'd been in London a few days now, it still took a minute to get past the unfamiliar sheets over him and mattress beneath him to realise where he was. He could smell the aroma of Emily's pancakes coming from down the hall; and it was all he could do to gently get up and ready, rather than running straight down the corridor to the kitchen.

Still pulling a shirt on over his head as he entered the room, he heard her before he saw her.

'Hey' he could hear the smile in her voice.

'Hey' he pulled his head through the top of his old Chicago PD shirt, and there she was.

'I see the smell of pancakes coaxed you out of bed…barely' she gestured towards his attire of old running pants, his shirt, and the light stubble gracing his chin.

'You know I can't resist your pancakes. They're the best…just don't tell my mom I said that' he flashed a lopsided grin in her direction. She smiled back at him, only he couldn't work out the look on her face which accompanied it. 'What?'

'It's just cute' she said through the grin now on her face.

'What is?'

'That you love your mom so much' she shrugged, turning back to serving up the food.

He took advantage of the moment, and took in everything he could. Starting with the way her ass looked in those jeans… damn. He tilted his head slightly, appreciating the view, before taking in her whole outfit. She was wearing his favourite black jeans; a loose white shirt, and some converse sneakers which he was pretty sure he'd never seen her in. Her hair was pulled back; which wasn't really helping him with the whole don't make it obvious you're checking her out thing, on account of the fact that Emily with her hair pulled back drove him crazy.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the plate of pancakes placed in front of him and the nudge to his side as she settled on the seat beside him.

'You okay? You zoned out there for a second' she chuckled slightly.

'Sorry, did you say something?' he looked at her like a deer caught in the headlights.

'I just asked what you were doing today. Are you down at the Olympic park?'

'Yeah. And as its Saturday…' he said while tucking into his pancakes 'mmm' he moaned slightly at his first mouthful. Ignoring the smug look on her face at the noise, he continued. 'I get to see Bolt run today' he grinned with his mouth full of pancakes.

Emily laughed out loud at his excitement 'You look like a kid on Christmas'

'Hey! He's the man!' he loved that laugh; he was going to keep it going as long as he could.

He was successful, and as Emily continued to laugh, Garcia walked into the kitchen.

'Good morning my raven-haired beauty and my one and only' Penelope chirped as she strolled over to the remaining plate of pancake before looking to Emily 'are these for me Em?'

'Yeah Pen, all for you baby girl' she winked towards Garcia with emphasis on Derek's nickname for her.

'I'd say I'm only Derek's baby girl but I don't mind being yours too' she winked back before laughing as she sat down on the opposite side of the breakfast bar to her best friends. 'You ready for our big day out?'

'Definitely, only I'm not sure what I can show you today that you've not already seen while I've been in work'

'Ah contraire, I've resisted shopping all week to go with you Miss I-run-Interpol-now'

'So those shopping bags in your room are all figments of my imagination then baby girl?' Derek chimed in between mouthfuls.

Chuckling before digging into his side again, Emily looked back to Penelope. 'Well I know where all the best shops are PG, and I've even resisted going into some until you got here'

'Today's gonna be awesome!' Penelope squealed before going back to her pancakes, leaving Emily and Derek to just laugh at her excitement.

Derek was tired. And sore. And did he mention tired?

He just wanted a shower, food, and an evening in the company of his best friend and his girlfriend.

Since when did I think of her as that? We're not even together. He thought as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up by the door.

Oh I don't know, maybe since you slept with her! His mind shouted at him.

With that thought, he turned to walk down the corridor to the living room.

What happened to telling her that I'm completely in love with her, and that I need her to come home with me?

His mind posed another question, before yet again he heard the shouted response. BECAUSE YOU KEEP CHICKENING OUT!

'Hello!' he shouted as he walked down the corridor 'anyone home!? Garcia!? Em!?'

'In here!' the response came as he reached the living room and saw Emily for himself.

'Hey' he almost whispered as he took her in. She was on her couch, feet now de-sneakered propped up on her coffee table, wine glass in hand and a few stray curls escaping her ponytail. Her shirt was slightly untucked from her jeans and unbuttoned a little more than it had been that morning, showing the top of her breasts, and a contented look graced her face as she watched the TV with the volume turned down low.

'Hey' she smiled softly back 'if you want wine just grab a glass from the kitchen'

'I'm just going to jump through the shower, I'll be right back'

'Okay, I'll be here'

He'd never showered so fast in his life. While he wanted to go straight over onto that couch with her, he stank of sweat, stadium food and cigarette smoke, thanks to the other guys smoking on their break; and he didn't exactly want to repulse her. He pulled on a red t-shirt and some clean jeans before padding back out to the living room in his socks; stopping to grab an extra wine glass on his way.

'Hey…again' he said as he sat down on the couch next to her.

'Hey' Emily chuckled before sitting up and pouring him a glass of wine. 'There you go.'

'Thanks' he murmured, trying to remain subtle about the shockwaves that went through him when their fingers skimmed slightly.

Emily settled back into the couch beside him, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she sank back into the cushions.

'Good day?' Derek asked as he copied her positioning; well, apart from the feet on the coffee table.

'Yeah I showed Penelope all the main shopping streets, and took her to this café near work that I eat at when I get chance.'

'Where is Penelope?'

'She's on some boat tour down the Thames; in her words "I want to see if this city is as amazing as night as the cheesy movies will have me believe." Don't worry, she's got her cell on her' she added, knowing that the thought of Penelope out alone will have made Derek worry. 'So was seeing Usain Bolt as amazing as you thought it'd be?' she grinned at him.

'Are you kidding? He was awesome!' Emily loved the way his eyes lit up and how excited he was. 'In fact, look' Derek got up and retrieved his phone from the chest of drawers by the door he'd left it on and came back; unconsciously sitting closer to Emily than he had been before. He got a picture up on the screen and grinned as Emily's eyes widened and she took his phone.

'You met him?'

Derek couldn't help it; his grin spread even wider 'Yeah! I was placed on security of the locker rooms, making sure no one got to the athletes. I asked him for a picture before I escorted him out. He was awesome!'

Laughing at his enthusiasm, Emily put the phone back in his hand 'you've said that already'

'Yeah well you're just jealous I met him' he said, putting his phone on the coffee table. He took another sip of wine as he watched her wipe her tears of laughter from her eyes and he couldn't help thinking she looked beautiful. Now's a better time than any. He encouraged himself before he leaned back against the couch and tried to order his messy thoughts.

The more time he'd spent in London; the more he'd come to the realisation that he hadn't seen Emily so relaxed in a long time. The tension that had previously been so visible in her was gone; she wasn't sitting upright and rigid, rather she was lounging back, her fingernails - while not long - were round and smooth, no sign of her biting or picking at them. But more than anything Derek was amazed by the change in her eyes. They were bright and open, her emotions playing out in them like a book. Since she'd come back from Paris, other than pain at the hurt she saw from her friends; she'd put up her defences, making them hard to read. The only time he'd genuinely seen her in them was when she told him she was leaving; and when they danced, and when she was undressing, and when they were… Derek shut his eyes and shook his head to clear those thoughts, but he couldn't get the image out of his head of her naked, writhing beneath him, her fingernails dragging down his back…

'Derek?' Emily's voice finally brought him back to reality.

'Hmm? Sorry did you say something?'

Emily chuckled to herself 'this is becoming a common occurrence'

'What is?'

'You zoning out on me. What's going on in that head of yours that's making you ignore me?' she tapped his temple with her index finger.

Derek gulped down the last of his wine, put his glass on the coffee table and took a deep breath. Turning to her, he looked her right in those deep brown eyes 'can I talk to you about something?'

She could tell just from the tone of his voice that whatever this was about he was serious, and worried about it at the same time. She had a feeling what it was about, and while she wanted to discuss that night too; the thought of that conversation scared the shit out of her. She downed the last of her own wine; mirrored his actions, and twisted in her seat to face him. 'Sure, you can talk to me about anything.'

A/N: That's where I'm going to leave it I'm afraid. I'd love to hear what you think, because without responses I don't really get inspired to write more, and your responses last time inspired me to write this.

Also I'd love to know whether you think I should continue this story or not.

I wrote this in a slightly different style than the last one; but as that was a 'one-shot songfic' and you guys asked for more; I knew I couldn't carry on a whole story in that tense or tone of voice, so I hope you guys liked the change of pace.

If any of you are new to this and are interested; I have another fic up at the moment called 'Do You Want To Die?' (If you already read that, I'm planning on updating very soon!)