I'm sorry for the late update, but I got caught up in other things, which caused me to have no time for writing, but better late than never right? :)

Bzzz... Bzz... Bzzzz...

Emily shut her eyes closer together, trying to ignore whatever it was that interrupted her sleep. But the buzzing sound became louder and Emily groaned as she opened her eyes, trying to remember why the sound felt so familiar. Then it hit her that the buzzing sound was made by her cellphone.

Oh crap, Emily thought as she started looking for it. She looked towards her nightstand, it wasn't there, she sighed. But then she stumbled out of the bed, wrapping the sheet around her naked body and got down on the floor, searching for her phone, as she figured that that it must have fallen out of her pocket the night before. After a few minutes, she managed to find it, under the bed, of all places it could have been.

Emily quickly picked it up and pushed down the answering button.

"Prentiss." She answered, a bit groggy from the hungover.

"Now you could pick up huh, Prentiss. Took you long enough." A slightly irritated voice came from the other side of the line.

"Who is this?" Emily muttered, while trying to process where she had heard that voice before and why it sounded so familiar.

"'Who is this'? Oh for god sake! What the hell is wrong with you, Prentiss?" The other person shouted. Emily shook her head and blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the light that searched its way in through the curtains. Then she realized exactly who she was talking to. Oh shit, she thought. This wasn't good, not at all.

"Agent Harrison?" She asked slowly.

"Finally. Are you done playing games now, Prentiss, we have business to do." Her boss, Richard Harrison, almost shouted at her through the phone.

"Sir, I wasn't playing any games... I just..." She started, but he interrupted her.

"Skip it Prentiss. I just got a call about a homicide. I need you to go and take a look at the crime scene."

"What? Now?" Emily asked and she could hear Harrison sighing.

"Yes now, Prentiss."

"But, sir, it's Saturday... And it's like seven thirty in the morning... "

"What now? You've been complaining all month about how you want to be out in the field and now when I finally give you the chance, you don't want it?"

"No, sir... I mean yes! I mean... I'll go and check out the crime scene." Emily rambled.

"Good." Harrison said.

"Will you give me the address?" Emily asked. Harrison told her the address of the crime scene and they ended the call.

Emily put the cellphone down on the nightstand and just stood there for a while, still trying to process what had just happened and get the information into her hungover brain.

Homicide, crime scene, work, were the thoughts that swirled around in her head.
Okay, she thought, I have to get ready. Then she let her eyes wander over to the body on the other side of her bed. Crap.

The short phone call with Harrison had made Emily forget about the night before, or more specifically, the person who lay sleeping in her bed. She sighed and wrapped the sheets tighter around her body before she leaned over and carefully shook his shoulder.

"Wake up." She shook him again, but with no effect.

"For god sake, wake up!" Emily almost screamed, as she shook him once more, and this time he actually began to stir. He rolled over, opened his eyes, which Emily noticed, had a shade of brown, and looked at her.

"Why are you screaming?" He mumbled.

"Because you need to get up and get the hell out of here." Emily said, slightly irritated.

"You were much nicer last night." He said and sat up, trying to rub the sleep and hungover out of his eyes.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I got called into work so you need to get out of here."

He raised his eyebrows and frowned.

"You do know that it's Saturday, right? You work on Saturdays?" He asked.

"Now I do" Emily answered and walked over to the bathroom door, which was linked to the bedroom. She didn't want to get into a discussion with him, nor did she have time to discuss with him. And she knew that discussing things with her, before she had had her morning coffee was never a good idea, so she decided to keep the conversation as short as possible.

"Look, I had a great night, but I really need to get into work so you've to leave." She said firmly, he sighed.

"Fine." Derek said and got up, and Emily felt how she skipped a breath when the sheets fell off his body and exposed his nakedness. She almost couldn't believe that she'd been doing all kind of things to that body last night. And she had to admit, that the sight of it now, made her think back to last night and wish that she could do a repeat of it and jump his bones again, so to speak.

But she knew she didn't have time for that, so instead she said; "I'm going to take a shower and when I'm done, you'll be gone, clear?"

Derek nodded. "Yeah."

Emily nodded and walked into the bathroom, but right before she shut the door she heard him speak again.

"But just so you know, Emily, I had a great night too."

Emily shook her head slightly and smiled as she shut the bathroom door behind her. Then she let the sheet fall to the ground and stepped into the shower. Emily started off with cold water, as a way to wake herself up, before changing to a medium hot shower. When she finished, she grabbed a towel from the hanger on the wall, before wrapping it around her body. She stepped out of the shower and stayed quiet for a moment, listing if she could hear any sound from the other side of the door.

No sound could be heard, so Emily guessed that Derek had actually left as she had told him too. Although she had been the one who had told him to leave, she was a bit disappointed, because she actually missed to have company in the mornings. Then she shook he head at her own thoughts.

Stop it Emily, he was just a one nightstand. They always leave the morning after. She scolded herself in her thoughts. And even though she knew it was silly, she counted to ten before walking out of the bathroom, just to find it empty. Derek was gone.

Emily sighed and got dressed fairly quickly, before she walked out in the hallway, grabbing her car keys, at the same time as she decided that she had to stop and get coffee before going to the crime scene, because there was no way in hell, that she would survive the day without morning coffee.

Derek walked down the street, still a bit tired and slow in the head because of the lack of sleep and because of the hangover. His mind was playing flashbacks of last nights and he just couldn't get it to stop. He wished that he could go back and at least ask for Emily's last name, but he knew he couldn't. That wasn't how one-night stands worked. You were only supposed to have a great night of sex and most likely alcohol, without any specific or personal details, that was it. No further contact were supposed to happen, you just move on and forget about it, pretend like it's never happened.

But Derek just couldn't help but feel like it was something different about this time. He had had quite a few drunken sex nights with random women, who just looked for good company for a night, nothing special, just horny bimbos with big asses and fake boobs, those kinds of gals who just disappeared after the night and you never saw them again.

But last night with Emily had been different. The biggest part was that she was no way near the same category as all the other ladies. She hadn't been as easy to flirt up, nor did she have big fake boobs, or ten layers of makeup. Neither had she had the same desire to get him into her pants.
He had also noticed how she had hesitated before deciding to leave the club the night before, she had obviously been careful and considered her decision carefully before answering. She hadn't been reckless as so many of the other girls had been.

She had been special and Derek couldn't help the sinking feeling he felt in his chest at the thought of never seeing her again. Then he felt a vibration in his pocket, and the all too familiar sound of his cellphone reached his ears.

He fished it up from his pocket and looked down at the display, before hitting the answer button.

"Morgan." He answered.

Emily arrived to the crime scene with a cup of freshly coffee in her hand and sunglasses that protecting her eyes from the morning sunlight. It wasn't bright, but the hangover made her a bit sensitized to lights. She flashed her FBI badge to the police officers that were guarding at the yellow barriers trips, that said "crime scene", before she walked towards the actual crime scene.

When Emily was almost there, she saw her boss coming towards her, in a hurry.

"So you finally made it here, Prentiss." He greeted her with an unimpressed look, saying that he thought she had taken too long to arrive.

"Yes sir." Emily replied, trying to sound as polite as possibly, because she knew better than talking against him when he was in this kind of mood.

"The victim is an African American teenage boy. Presumably fourteen, maybe fifteen years old." Harrison informed her as the begin walking.

"Do we know what caused the death?" Emily asked.

"Yes. The coroner said that he most likely died of internal damage, caused by a gunshot in the chest, but we won't know for certain until after the autopsy."

Emily nodded. "What about ID?"

"Unknown. He had nothing on him that we could use for identification." Harrison said shortly.

They finally arrived at the actual crime scene and Emily got to see the body with her own eyes. Harrison had been right, it was a boy, only about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was laying there, blood splattered hood jacket and tattered pants, covered in blood and mud, with wide opened eyes. Dead eyes.

Emily shivered a bit and looked away. She had actually never seen a real dead body in person before, at least not at a real crime scene, only in pictures and films that they'd show at the academy.

"He didn't actually die here, did he?" Emily asked and turned to Harrison, who shook his head.

"Good observation, Prentiss." He complimented her, before continuing.

"My guess is that he was only dumped here."

Emily looked around the scene, it made sense. He was laying in an alley, that pretty much only consisted of big trash containers, outside of the city, were people rarely went, so it was a miracle that he was found this fast.

"Who found him?"

"A garbage collector. And before you ask, he's ruled out of being the murderer, he had an alibi for the whole last two days." Harrison told her, before he looked up, and noticed two men in police uniforms walking towards them.

"Ah, looks like the Chicago PD finally found their way over here and is going to claim their jurisdiction. Keep in line Prentiss, I'll handle the talk." Harrison ordered.

Emily followed Agent Harrison as he walked forward to greet the men.

The weather had quickly turned a bit foggy as the sun had escaped behind the dark clouds, so Emily couldn't see the officers clearly with her sunglasses on. But since Harrison had told her to "keep in line", she decided to keep them on a bit longer.

"Agent Harrison, from the FBI field office. I assume you're from the CPD?" Harrison shook hand with one of the officers, who Emily guessed to be in his forties, maybe early fifties as he had a graying hair.

The other officer looked younger, but Emily couldn't tell for sure as she still had her sunglasses on, however, she could tell that he was African American.

"Yes. I'm Officer Portman and this is my partner, Officer Morgan." The older man intruded himself and the younger man.

"This is Agent Prentiss." Harrison nodded towards Emily, who took off her sunglasses and moved to shake hands with officer Portman, then with agent Morgan.
But as she did so, she didn't only recognize his hands, but his eyes as well. They stared at each other for a moment. This couldn't be true.

She was staring at the very same guy who had been in her bed this morning. This caused her to hope, for a split second, that he wouldn't remember her, because it would make this so much easier, but she saw in his eyes that he knew exactly who she was.

"Eh... Emily." She introduced herself, even though he probably remembered her name.

"Derek." He shook her hand gave her a hardly notable, but amusing smile.

"Okay that's enough kids." Harrison interrupted.

"I guess you people want to see the victim?" He asked Portman.

"That's why we're here." Portman answered politely. Harrison nodded and told them to follow him. All four of them set off towards the victim and Emily couldn't help but glance at Derek who was walking in front of her. She still tried to wrap her head around the fact that he was the same guy who she had met at the bar last night and later on fucked all night, it felt so unbelievable.

At least it explained why he had been such a god damn gentleman and not a jerk. Emily thought

They arrived at the victim once again, but this time Emily didn't look down, she already had the image printed on her mind. But she could see that both Derek and Portman observed the scene and she noticed how Derek got a shocked expression on his face and a look of horror in his eyes. Emily was just about to ask what it was, but his partner beat her to it.

"What is it, Derek?" Portman asked and looked concerned at him.

Derek glanced at him, then at Emily, and then at the dead body of the young boy again, before answering slowly...

"I know who he is..."

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