A/N: I hope you enjoyed our little chapter in court! And now, we are paying Yenna and Eric a little visit! And as you can tell, something is in the air! Enjoy! And don't forget to review please! Reviews are this girl's best friend!

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of CSI: Miami.

7

The sun was shining brightly into the room. Eric mentally cursed himself for not closing the curtains before going to bed last night. Sighing, he prepared to get out of bed and take a shower.

But as soon as he opened his eyes, he sat bold upright: memories of the previous night came back to him, and he suddenly became very aware of someone lying in bed beside him. Hardly daring to breath, he looked to his left, were Yenna was sleeping, nestled warmly against him.

He quickly stood up and walked in the direction of the shower, deciding that some cool water would wake him up properly and help him figure out what to do next. He, however, never made it to the shower.

"You don't have to sneak into the shower just to make me believe you didn't sleep in the same bed as I, you know." Came the drowsy reply from Yenna.

"I'm sorry, Yenna… I never meant to fall asleep beside you, I just…"

"You don't have to apologize, nor explain yourself, Eric. Just come here for a second, then we can talk about it."

Yenna had noticed the horrified look on his face, so she didn't need words to understand that he had not done this on purpose.

"Look,' she said, slowly and calmly, 'I know you didn't plan for this to happen. It just did. But nothing happened. If I remember last night's events correctly –and correct me if I don't- I was the one requesting you to stay with me until I'd fallen asleep."

Eric's thoughts wandered back to that precise moment in time when she had asked him not to leave her side before she had fallen asleep.

'Eric, I… I don't want you to leave… Please… Could you stay with me until I've fallen asleep… I'

Eric had put his finger against her lips, effectively cutting of the words she was going to say next.

'Of course I will! I'll be right here, whenever you need me. Now hush, and close your eyes. You need your sleep.'

Yenna slowly closed her eyes, and soon enough she had drifted of. Eric could not help but marvel at how beautiful and peaceful she looked. He, too, was overcome by sleep, and closed his eyes, forgetting everything about tomorrow, only her image imprinted in his mind.

Eric could do nothing but nod his agreement.

"Now, don't fret about it: we are both adults, we behaved ourselves, and nothing happened."

"I'm glad you are taking it so easily! I thought you might, euh, kind of freak out when you found out I'd fallen asleep next to you…" he confessed.

"Like I said: don't worry. I don't, either, so… O, coming to think of it: I'm actually a bit hungry… Is there any chance of breakfast, or do I have to grab something on my way to work?"

"Well, I was going to make some toasts later on, you can have some if you want to. And I could make you some coffee if you like." Eric suggested.

"That would be great! But, euh, were do I go while you are taking a shower? Because I don't think I should stay here, in bed, you know…"

"That quite okay: you can stay in bed, or you can go downstairs and get comfortable on the sofa, watch television if you want to."

'I just got a splendid idea: why don't I get fresh orange just ready, and then you make those toasts? Does that sound great or what?"

"It sure does! Now, see you in fifteen minutes then, sharp!" Eric smiled, before walking into the bathroom.


"You are an excellent cook, dear! I take it you have done this before?" Yenna asked Eric, when they had finished breakfast.

"Well, my mum taught me how to make them when I was ten. She was convinced that every male part of our family had to be able to bake his girlfriend toasts."

"Their girlfriends…" Yenna repeated, weighing the possibilities this situation held for her now.

"Yeah… She thought that every girl would fall for one of us when they knew we could make toast. Silly, but hey, she was my mum, you know."

"I personally like a man who knows how to prepare a decent breakfast for me, and who doesn't burn anything in the process. And I adore it when men look after their girls, and take the time to listen to them. My man would be perfect when he was not afraid to say what was on his mind, and show his feeling. And he of course has to love children." She admitted to him.

Could this really be happening? Eric asked himself. Was this Yenna hinting she saw something more then a friend in him? He couldn't believe this, this couldn't be happening. Although he was dying to know whether or not she wanted to be his girl, he opted for playing safe. He would hint, too.

"I like girls who are good with children, 'cause I want lots of them, and she has to love chasing them around, and playing hide and seek, and not get mad when they're all dirty and everything." He revealed. "My girl would have to be a great listener, and has to love sitting on the beach, not saying anything but just watch the sunset. Let's say she needs to know when to enjoy life."

Yenna listened. She recognized so much of herself in his words. And on more then one occasion during the past month, she had shown her willingness to just enjoy life and chase Jason around. Eric had been part of those memories she had collected. She was wondering if… no, she told herself, you are jus being silly!

But Eric was now very close to her, his hand hovering millimeters above hers, his face coming closer to hers with every second that passed. She started moving towards him, not thinking about the consequences, just living the moment.

And then her cell phone rang. Breaking eye contact and creating renewed distance between them, she answered the call.

"Caine."

"We have found new evidence in our case. Could you come in as soon as possible, please? Then we can fill you in." Calleigh spoke.

"Yes, I can. Give me twenty minutes to get there, okay? See you then."

She ended the call. Looking up at Eric, she told him he would be receiving a call as well, and he'd better get ready for work.

Yenna stood up, and told him she would be back in two minutes: she needed to get her belonging (in other words her pyjamas).

Once she had reached the bathroom upstairs, she splashed cold water in her face to cool in down. She was all hot and flustered by what had happened downstairs… she dried her face and met Eric in the kitchen, ready to drive to work together.

She was happy he would be driving her to work: she would have to drive home with him tonight to get her car. And maybe that was her chance to finally talk to him.