If you don't feel comfortable reading "mature" scenes I would suggest skipping everything in this chapter EXCEPT the very last paragraph, which contains an important set-up.

You don't really miss much case-wise.

After parking the black SUV, Emily walked up to a two-story apartment complex next to a trailer park. She spent the entire drive, and walk up the stairwell, debating whether or not she should knock at the door. "Fuck it" she mumbled as she knocked on the door, quickly regretting it. Where did all this self-doubt suddenly come from?

Without checking to see who it was first, Christian swung the door open and was pleasantly surprised to see Emily. However, he was thoroughly embarrassed by the fact he had opened the door in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. Well, that and the black eye he was sporting. "Emily."

"What happened to your eye?" Emily asked in a concerned voice as she moved forward to gently brush her fingers against the already dark bruise.

Christian pointed to the injury before answering, "This was courtesy of Rhoda fucking Squire. The lady, and I use the term loosely with that one, really packs a punch. I guess I just got too used to sitting on my ass all day."

"Hey, I've grown quite fond of your ass" Emily quipped, prompting Christian to smile as she made her way into his empty apartment. As she scanned the apartment she noticed that it was exceptionally empty and impersonal. There were a few boxes of books on the floor and a small brown sofa that was facing a large flat-screen TV hanging on the wall. The place was clean, but not really decorated. If she didn't already know that he'd been there for two years, Emily would have assumed that Christian had just moved in.

"So this is how you can afford the BMW" Emily stated with a smirk.

"Yeah, well as you can see, I don't spend my paycheck on home furnishings" Christian shrugged as he walked into the kitchen. "You want something to drink? I have beer, water, and a peach Snapple that's probably from '92."

"I'm fine" Emily said, waving him off. She could tell something was bothering him, he wasn't his normally snarky self. "How was the rest of your day?"

Christian grabbed a bottle of water and leaned against his kitchen sink, directly across from Emily who was leaning on the opposite counter.

"How was my day?" he repeated as he crossed his arms across his chest. "I would say that being decked by Rhoda was probably the highlight."

"Care to elaborate?"

Christian inhaled sharply as he ran his hands through his hair, "Not really...I got them, well Mikey did technically, the receipt did it. Dewitt, the fucking moron, was captured on a surveillance tape at the gas station with Mikey before he was killed. It was enough for a warrant, which led us to raid the meth shit hole they were living it, where we found the knife used to disembowel Mikey" Christian almost choked over the last few words. "It was cleaned off but those dumb fucks didn't know about trace DNA evidence. It was all over the sinks. Dewitt rolled on his piece of shit sister for a guarantee that he could escape the death penalty. They're done, it's over" he informed her as he took another drink of water.

Emily tilted her head before speaking up, "But you're not happy."

Christian sighed before he responded to the statement, "I'll have to do it all over again. I have to put another guy undercover and I just can't help but feel like this case was such a fucking failure."

"I'm sorry if I…"

Christian stopped Emily before she could apologize any further, "Mikey had been talking about being watched for weeks now. It wasn't you" he replied adamantly. "You find what you were looking for today with Dupree?"

"Yeah, we did" Emily responded as she ran her hands through her hair. "I think we have a real concrete suspect."

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed before Christian spoke again, "Don't get me wrong, It's good to see you, but why are you here?"

"Honestly?"

"No lyingly" Christian replied sarcastically.

"Asshole" Emily playfully scolded. "I don't know why I came."

"I was going to see you today, but I thought you'd be upset. Fuck, I can't get you out of my head. You're fucking parasitic."

"You give the worst compliments I've ever heard."

Christian moved closer to Emily and planted his hands on the counter on either side of her, leaning over her. "And you're still here…"

"I can't do this" Emily firmly replied as she picked at her nails and bit her lower lip.

"Then why did you come over at 8 o'clock at night, to my apartment…"

"What are you implying?" Emily questioned in a curt tone.

Christian shook his head and smiled at the question, "You know I don't play games. Call me an asshole and a cocky piece of shit all you want, fuck maybe you'd be right. But I don't play games. I'm the guy who's honest. I'm the guy who's going to admit that, yes, last night I wanted to fuck you because I find you attractive and can tolerate your presence" Emily scoffed at the blunt statement before he continued. "I'm not going to make out with you one night and the next try to pretend that I don't like you. You know that. So when you come over to my house, alone, at night...I think we both know exactly what you want" he remarked with a pointed look.

Emily rolled her eyes, "It's more complicated than that."

"You make things complicated…why'd you come here then?"

Emily shook her head in response, "I don't know."

"Don't pull that shit. Tell me what you want" Christian ordered in a soft voice.

In response Emily snaked her arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss as he lifted her on to the kitchen counter. There were no words necessary to convey why she was there, and Emily wasn't going to bother explaining. She was there quite simply because she didn't want to be anywhere else.

As their mouths moved together and tongues collided, Christian slipped his hands under the hem of Emily's shirt and smiled against her mouth as he felt the muscles twitch under his touch. He quickly removed the red short-sleeved t-shirt and ran his hands through her hair as she breathlessly spoke up, "Bedroom?"

"We're already here" he argued, lightly nibbling on the skin near her clavicle as his hands slowly moved up her sides, prompting her to shiver from his gentle caresses.

"I am not having sex with you on your kitchen counter" she sternly informed him over a moan as she felt his erection press against her pelvis.

Christian responded by guiding her into the small hallway towards his bedroom, their bodies and mouths never losing contact as they collided into the hallway walls. En route to his bedroom, Christian unbuttoned her black jeans, with Emily stepping out of them as they made their way into the dark room which was slightly illuminated by the moonlight that crept through the curtains.

He guided her down to the bed as she unclasped her bra. Christian moved to hover over his body over hers before briefly stopping himself, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine" she honestly replied as she gasped for air in anticipation for what he was going to do next. Christian merely nodded as he nibbled on her earlobe and proceeded to suck on her pulse point before rolling his fingers gently over her pert nipples, eliciting a moan from her. It had been a long time since she had been touched like this. Christian would never admit it, but it had been a while since he had been with anyone sexually either.

"Fuck" he mumbled against her neck as she wrapped her legs around him and ground her lower body against his. "I don't…" he tried to get out over a small grunt. "I don't have anything" he confessed as he hung his head and stopped kneading her right breast.

"It's fine, I'm on the pill" Emily quickly replied.

"You're clean right?" Christian asked with an evil grin, teasing her.

"Yeah" she answered with a glare.

"Sorry, I don't want to get herpes" he responded with a grin as she lightly smacked him on the side of his head. "That was strangely erotic" he quipped as her hand gravitated teasingly towards his groin, causing him to growl in pleasure.

Emily smirked before whispering in his ear, "Christian, shut up before I change my mind."

He nodded against her chest as he moved to kiss the soft skin above her breast, gingerly running the pad of his thumb over the four-leaf clover brand on her chest. It was a profound gesture, and one that surprisingly put Emily at ease. No questions were asked or explanations given about the mark as he proceeded to lightly suck on her nipple before speaking up again, "If you change your mind again I'll cry."

Emily couldn't help but laugh at the confession as Christian continued to kiss down her body, gently tracing his tongue down her abdomen and lightly kissing her scar before dipping his tongue into her naval. Her breath hitched at the action as Christian moved to suck on her hipbone before removing her panties and slowly kissing and nibbling his way to her most intimate place.

"Oh my god" she moaned as the arousal spread throughout her body. She arched her back as Christian's hands roamed back to her breasts. The simultaneous action caused her loudly moan again as she neared climaxing. "Christian" she gasped as her hands found their way into his hair, guiding him to the perfect spot he had found a few minutes earlier, causing her to orgasm just a few moments later. It was as if all the pent-up sexual energy from the past few days, no months, had finally been released.

Christian grinned as he kissed back up to her body and moved to suck on her tongue, her hands running up and down his back as her nails dug into his shoulders to pull him closer. "What are you waiting for?" She breathlessly asked as she wrapped her legs around him again. "Fuck" he groaned as she lightly kissed the skin behind his ear. He responded by flipping them over so Emily was on top. As her senses returned to her she stripped off his boxers and lowered herself on to his erect member, earning a guttural moan from him. The two moved in perfect harmony as moans of pleasure and random outbursts of cursing filled the small apartment.

His lips continued to explore Emily's neck while she clutched the white bed sheets near his head, wrinkling them in her hands. Emily adjusted herself on Christian's body as his shaft perfectly hit a certain spot deep inside her, prompting her to cry out in ecstasy again as another orgasm racked her body.

"You're fucking amazing" he grunted as her internal walls clenched over him. The intense sensation made Christian feel like there was only so long that he could hold out for. As the minutes passed he finally spoke up.

"I'm going to" he tried to choke out over a moan when she bit his earlobe, "Emily..."

Emily gasped as she felt another orgasm building, "I'm almost..." she breathlessly informed him as he shifted them to a sitting up position, his movements directly hitting her g-spot as her breaths became impossibly more ragged.

"Fuck Emily" he groaned as she ran her tongue along the edge of his jaw line.

"I'm going…" she informed him in a broken sentence.

"Again?"

"Mhmmm" she confessed as she clawed at his back, completely relishing the closeness of their two bodies together.

"Are you…sure?"

"Yes" she told him firmly as she climaxed, bringing him over the edge with her.

"FUCK!" He yelled out as she dug her fingernails into his shoulder, pain marrying with pleasure all at once as Emily's body collapsed against his as they fell back against the bed. Christian finally removed himself from her after the waves of pleasure subsided.

"Wow" Emily remarked a few minutes later as she tried to control her breathing and moved slightly off of his body, resting her head against his chest.

"You're not helping with my ego problem" Christian replied back with a chuckle.

Emily took a deep breath and laughed when she exhaled, "Maybe you've earned it"

"Fuck that was amazing, your body is…" he drifted off as he tried to get his wits about him.

"Sweaty" Emily filled in with a smirk before she took another deep breath and turned to face him, "Really, that was incredible."

"Yeah" he agreed as he gently ran his thumb over her cheekbone. "I took a class" he joked.

"If it was with Rhoda Squire I'll swear to God I'll kill you" she chuckled as she looked at the clock by his bedside table. She had already been there for an hour and a half and she knew she was going to hear about it from JJ and Garcia. "I have to go" she quietly told him as she absent-mindedly ran her fingers over the tattoo on his chest, outlining the heart in between the two hands.

"Why?"

"You know why. Everyone will know…"

"So" he interrupted in a dejected tone. "I know you think I'm a dick but are you that embarrassed of me?"

"You know that's not it. I'm not ashamed, I promise. It's just, all of my friends are either profilers with no boundaries or the nosiest person on the planet. Not to mention that this is kind of unprofessional. I'm working, I shouldn't be here doing this with you. I just want to keep our sex life between us. Okay?" Emily explained as she sighed and got off the bed to start gathering her various clothing items off the floor. Was it the most ideal situation? No. Would she rather have stayed over with Christian? Definitely. But life wasn't always ideal.

"It's fine, I get it" Christian nodded in reply before scratching at his mussed hair and flashing a cocky grin. "So there's an us?"

"Don't push your luck" Emily warned playfully as she began to get redressed. "Where are my pants?"

Christian shrugged as Emily went in search for her other missing items of clothing. "I would have never pegged you for the fuck and run type" He teased as he got off the bed, putting on a white undershirt and a heather grey pair of knit boxers before walking to the kitchen to take something out of the fridge. "Here" he offered as he placed a case of beer on the counter while Emily slipped on her pants.

"What is that for?" Emily asked with an eyebrow raised as she put her shirt back on and tried to brush our her hair with her fingers.

"Your excuse for running late. You went out to get beer" he stated as he slid the case closer to her. She took it and held it up appreciatively before walking to the door.

That was the awkward part. What is an appropriate goodbye for a 'fuck and run?' Handshake? Kiss? Hug? High-five?

Emily was shaken from her internal ramblings as Christian stepped up to her, moving his hands to her waist as he pressed his lips against hers, giving her an unhurried goodbye kiss before she pulled away.

"I'm sorry but if there's tongue I'll never leave" she admitted as she blushed.

Christian leaned against the doorway and laughed in response to the admission. "Emily…"

"Yeah?" She asked as she stopped before getting to the stairs, turning to face Christian.

"Uh, just…be careful" he awkwardly said, hoping that she understood the subtext of the comment.

She merely nodded in reply, offering him a small smile before descending the stairs.

Emily tiptoed into the quiet hotel room with her case of beer as Garcia flicked the light switch on, revealing that she and JJ had been sitting on their respective beds watching the door intently.

"Hey guys" Emily greeted as if nothing was out of the ordinary. "I got us some beer."

"Is that where you've been?" JJ asked with an eyebrow raised. "For two hours?"

"I drove around for a while, had a coffee, went to the store, it was a long line" Emily shrugged as she put the beer on a small table and walked to her go bag.

"Okay" Garcia agreed as she winked at JJ.

A wave of relief washed over Emily as she took out her toiletries bag and searched for a set of clean clothes to sleep in.

"Hey Pen, I really like Emily's style nowadays. What would you call it?" JJ asked Garcia.

"Oh, I think they call it the just been fucked look" Garcia replied with a giggle as Emily turned around to glare at the laughing duo.

Emily rolled her eyes at JJ and Garcia's laughing forms, "Whatever."

"So how was it?" Garcia asked as she leaned forward on her elbows. "He looks like he'd be good…"

"I don't know what you're talking about" Emily claimed as she walked to the bathroom to shower.

"Tell us or we'll tell Morgan" JJ ordered as Emily stopped dead in her tracks.

Emily groaned at the very real threat, "Fine. It was fine" she confessed in a diplomatic tone as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

JJ scoffed at the description of the duo's earlier activities before addressing Garcia, "Anyone with eyes can see that it was way better than just 'fine.'"

"We're lucky she had mind-blowing sex though" Garcia commented to JJ, who climbed under the covers of her bed.

"Why?"

"Because otherwise she would have killed us already" Garcia stated as JJ laughed again.

Chinatown, New York City

"Forgive me father for I have sinned, it has been six years since my last confession."

A few moments of silence passed before the elderly Priest spoke up, "Go on my son, what is bothering you? What sins have you committed?"

"I was betrayed Father. He turned his back on me. He took what was rightfully mine and I want him to pay for it."

"The Christ tells us 'For it is written, Vengeance is mine: I will repay, saith the lord.' You must trust in the lord to vindicate his servants. You must pray for your..."

"My brother" The man interjected. "I have a deep hatred from my brother."

"The scriptures tell us that 'Whosoever hateth his brother is a murderer: and ye know that no murderer hath eternal life abiding in him…'"

"Don't I know it" the man concluded, cracking his fingers before he left the confession.

"I have yet to absolve you of your sins" the man faintly heard behind him as he briefly stopped to stare at the line of prayer candles.

"We bury our sins, we don't wash them clean" he muttered as he put on his baseball cap and walked out of the church, fading anonymously into the crowded street.

The case comes to a close in the next chapter.

They did the deed…but is that a good thing? What does Emily do about Christian when she has to go home?

Who is the man in Chinatown?