He figured his luck wouldn't last, knew they'd start asking questions, knew they'd catch on that something was wrong with him. He thought he was doing a pretty good job at keeping his emotions underground, he hadn't spent much time with his team here for them to be suspicious. But it was his lack of attendance that did it in for him. He thought it was early enough, figured they wouldn't start getting up until 6, and it was currently only a few minutes before 5, plus she'd dropped him off a block away, so there was no way anyone saw them.
Yet there sat Derek in the lobby of the hotel, obviously waiting for him, and by the almost finished book in his hand that he'd started on the plane, he'd definitely been waiting here a while. Eric's heart raced as he walked into the hotel, there was absolutely no getting around this, no way to sneak past him like a teenager that snuck out at night, he could try his best to fool him, at least for right now. But he knew he had to get this figured out, needed to talk to Horatio. There was no way in hell he could live a double life while being surrounded by profilers, in a city he'd supposedly never been to. But for right now, Derek was about to get whatever flimsy excuse Eric come up with. He didn't have much to work with.
"You know I think prostitution is still illegal in Miami, Alvez."
Eric appreciated his smirk and the easiness of his words, even though he knew it was only to get him talking. He smirked back and played along, "Yea I think you're right."
Derek stood, and Eric became conscious of the fact that he probably smelled straight like Calleigh. He'd been tangled in all of her- her bed, her sheets, her, not to mention she'd decided to wear the black shirt she knew he'd need to wear back out. And he'd splashed water on his face, hoping it'd help him somehow not look like he'd been fucked out of his mind. He didn't find any visible marks, but then again, sometimes they didn't appear right away.
"You holding out on me?" Derek asked with a smirk, "you uh, get a little lucky hmm?"
Well kinda, yea, in a way, having to work on a case with MDPD seemed pretty lucky if you asked him, but he knew that's not what Derek meant.
"Something like that," he said tiredly, failing at stifling a yawn.
Morgan just laughed, slapping him on his back, "she had you going all night, I see," he reached into his pocket, "here," he said handing Eric a white key card, "you might want to try and take nap. And you're gonna need to take me to whatever bar you found yourself at."
Eric smirked and nodded, wondering if he was really getting away with this, if this was really that simple. But he knew it couldn't be, life just didn't work like that. But he didn't question it, figured that wouldn't do him any good, so he decided to count his blessings and hope maybe for once he got dealt an easy hand.
