Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Still do no own Criminal Minds or any of its characters. I wish I did though.

A/N: So this story has taken on a mind of its own, because once I had laid it out it was only going to be 3, maybe 4 chapters. It's going to take a lot longer than I originally thought! Oops… And thanks to those who reviewed, and there will be some cuddling for lovelover7891.

Enjoy! And reviews are always appreciated. :)

Saturday, April 7th – 9:23 a.m.

Emily's eyes fluttered open as sunlight from the window passed in front of her face. She blinked a few times and took in her surroundings. This was most definitely not where she fell asleep. As that thought was processing, she noticed an arm that was thrown across her waist. Emily would know that arm anywhere, it belonged to Derek Morgan. What the hell was she doing in bed with him?

Emily tensed as she felt Derek move behind her. Suddenly she was pulled flush against Derek's chest and breathed in the scent that was uniquely him.

"Morning Princess," Derek whispered in her ear, "We got to sleep in."

"Hi. Ah, Derek… What am I doing in your bed?" Emily asks awkwardly.

With his arm still holding her to his chest, Derek answered, "You were tossing and turning out on the couch, so I thought you would be more comfortable in here.

"Well I was fine out there; you should have just left me on the couch." Emily replied as she lifted Derek's arm off of her. She got out of his bed and quickly exited the room without looking at him. She hated to sound like she was not thankful for his help, but having Derek so close to her was encouraging some less than professional thoughts.

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Emily locked herself in Derek's bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed with just the thought of being so near to Derek. As she got ready for the day she heard pots and pans banging all around, Derek must be up as well. She exited the bathroom after a shower and saw Derek fast at work in the kitchen.

"Sleep well Princess?" He asked her with a cheeky grin, obviously not affected by their sleeping arrangements.

If Derek could pretend like it was no big deal that they shared a bed, then so could she. "It wasn't the worst sleep I've ever had, but someone kept hogging the covers."

"No way Sunshine, that was you!" Emily just smiled and shook her head at his comment. "Take a seat Em, breakfast will be right up," he instructed.

Emily sat down on a high bar stool in front of the kitchen, so she could watch him putter around while cooking. Just then a plateful of pancakes, bacon and fruit was set before her by her house host.

"Bon appétit!" Derek stated with a horrible French accent that made Emily cringe at his awful pronunciation.

"Merci," she replied with the proper accent, "It looks delicious."

Derek sat down next to her with his own plate in front of himself; "Oh, I forgot the syrup," with that he was out of his seat.

Emily's mind began to wander. She had been best friends with Derek before she "died", and now they were currently trying to return to that stage. They had still experienced awkward and tense moments, like last night on the couch. There friendship was improving, but there still seemed to be some unsaid and unresolved problems.

She continued on with her musing, and realized that she could never quite figure out Derek Morgan. He had always had this tough guy façade, but moments where he was just making breakfast or anytime he talked to Garcia over the phone, he showed he was a softy. He was big teddy bear, one that she did not mind cuddling with... Where were her thoughts off to today?

"Em-"

*Smack*

Emily was pulled from her thoughts, as a container of syrup hit her right in the forehead and knocked her off her seat.

"Owww! WHAT THE HELL?" Emily yelled as she landed on her back on Derek's floor.

"Oh shit, Em. I'm so sorry, I thought you were looking at me," was Derek's reply as he pulled her to her feet.

Emily tried to brush him off, "I'm fine." She just wanted to go back to sleep where nothing could get to her. "Why'd you throw the syrup at me?" She demanded of Derek.

"Well, I told you I was just going to toss it over because I had to flip some more pancakes. What were you thinking about that had you so distracted?"

Immediately Emily's cheek turned red, as she silently damned her pale skin for outing her thought process, "Oh nothing," she answered lamely.

"Okay…" Derek replied, as he returned to eat his breakfast.

Emily began to eat as well, but she refused to put syrup on her pancakes. She had actually gotten hit in the head with syrup. What a way to start the day. At least she knew that it could not get any worse than an awkward wake up and a possibly bruised forehead.

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Derek kept peaking over at his colleague; he couldn't get over how cute she was when blushing. He could get used to this flustered Emily; she was much different than the unflappable Agent Prentiss he saw on the job.

"Em, usually Saturday is the day I take Clooney for a run. I was planning to run and then finished up some case files. You are welcome to join us, unless you have some other plans," he didn't want to force her to join them.

"No, actually a run in the park sounds great!" She replied enthusiastically.

Derek sent Emily one of his trademark smiles, glad that he would be able to spend the remainder of the day with her.

And that is the end of Chapter 3!