Jesse POV
I dropped everyone off at the Hoover Building; all their cars were still there. I went home, and cleaned up my apartment a little. I was restless, but exhausted at the same time. Daemon circled the apartment, and kept sniffing, "What are you doing boy? There's been no other dogs here." He kept doing the same thing.
I changed my clothes and was about to go to sleep when I heard my phone ring. I walked over to it and looked at the caller I.D. I didn't recognize it, but it was a local number, "Hello?"
Derek POV
Once Jesse dropped us off at the Hoover building, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I drove home on autopilot; still thinking about her the whole way. It wasn't physical this time, though there was a hint of that. I kept pacing around my apartment when I got there. Finally, I just picked up my phone. I was hoping she answered, but then again I wasn't.
She picked up on the third ring, "Hello?"
"Jesse? It's Derek."
Her voice became alert, "Is everything ok? Is the team alright?"
"Yes, yeah; nothing like that. I just was restless, and wanted to see if you wanted to go out for that drink. Just friends, until after the next case that is."
I heard her pause, "Derek, I don't know. We're coworkers."
I wasn't expecting that. I thought she was just going to say no. "Come on, who could it hurt?"
I heard her laugh, and I liked that sound even more. "Well it could get both of us fired. I wouldn't really care, but would you?"
That was a good question, and I thought it over for a few minutes. Finally I responded, "It would be worth the risk."
Jesse POV
I was shocked at that. It made me feel nice, it made me feel…wanted. I hadn't felt that in so long. But we were coworkers. If he broke my heart, I didn't know if I could deal with it.
I sat there just thinking for a minute, and eventually Derek said something, "Jesse? You still there? What do you say?"
I shook my head, "I'm still here." I thought about it for another moment, and decided to play coy. Maybe it would be worth it later, "I'm going to wait until after that first case. You think you can wait Romeo?"
He laughed, "Oh, I'll take that as a challenge Red."
I laughed even more, "Great. We'll make it a date then." Did I just say that? Was I flirting? What was getting into me? Wasn't I clinically depressed?
His voice got a little bit lower, and I couldn't tell if it was intentional or not, "Sounds great red. See you in a few days?"
"Yeah." I smiled, and then hung up. I asked myself again, What was I getting myself into?