A/N: This OS is a direct follow up to Chapter 5. The first time Andrew and Emily see each other again during the pandemic doesn't quite go as planned.
It takes three more months before they see each other in person again. Emily had been on a case in Santa Fe when she made the decision to visit. It's the first time the team has been west of the Mississippi in a while and as they were packing up at the precinct, Rossi has casually hinted at the fact that Denver was only a six-hour drive away. Emily processed through the idea with Rossi, expressing her hesitance to flying back commercially and potentially having to quarantine as a result but Rossi pointed out that she'd been working non-stop for months and reminded her that even the boss deserves a break. The team would be fine.
So, she rents a car and drives north. Emily texts Andrew at the start of her drive, a casual check-in no different than any other day and manages to learn he'll be on his own tonight. Just case files and a glass of bourbon, his text had said. She decides then to surprise him, wanting to see the look on his face when she knocks on his door.
It's nearly six o'clock when she arrives. Ringing the doorbell, Emily can't help but smile as she sees his silhouette approaching through the frosted glass of the front door.
"Em?" The look of confusion on Andrew's face only lasts a minute before it turns into a smile that lights up his eyes. He reaches out and pulls her into a fierce hug and Emily savors the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her. "What are you doing here?"
"We just finished a case in Santa Fe and it was too close not to come."
Andrew pulls back with wide eyes, hands on her shoulders. "Santa Fe? Babe, that's like seven hours away."
"Six," Emily corrects. "And it was worth it. I missed you."
Andrew shakes his head, laughing happily. "God, I love you," he says, pulling her into another embrace. This time when they part he takes her hand, leading her inside and shutting the door behind them. "Are you hungry? I was just pulling out food for dinner."
"I could eat," Emily nods, her stomach growling at the mere mention of food, having gone straight from the hotel to the precinct this morning and then driving with only a bathroom stop to Denver. She follows Andrew to the kitchen where he has deli meat and some veggies pulled out.
"I wasn't expecting company so it's nothing fancy, just some turkey avocado wraps. We can order in if you'd like." Andrew says, scratching his neck as he opens the fridge back up.
"Wraps sound great. What can I do to help?" Emily asks, rolling up her sleeves.
The pair talk through dinner, catching up on life's happenings since the last time they had more than a quick 10-minute evening chat on the phone. When Emily announces she can stay through the weekend, just needs to book a Sunday evening flight home to be back for the next work week, Andrew decides he'll be calling in sick the next two days, wanting to spend every minute he can with her while they have the time.
When dinner is done, Emily washes the few dishes they used while Andrew puts the food away. Turning around from the sink, Emily finds Andrew leaning against the counter staring at her with a grin.
"What are you looking at mister," she asks playfully as she closes the small distance between then and runs her hands up his chest.
"My hot girlfriend who I still can't believe drove six hours after a long case just to see me," he replied, wrapping his hands around Emily's waist before diving in for a kiss.
In that moment, whatever power they'd had to contain themselves from jumping each other the moment she arrived was gone. Andrew wasted no time flipping their positions and lifting Emily up onto the counter. Stepping between her legs, he runs his hands up her thighs, one hand sneaking underneath her sweater to squeeze a breast, thumb circling her nipple through her bra. Gasps and moans fill the air as their kisses deepen, mouths open and tongues dueling in a passionate dance.
"Have I said how much I missed you?" Andrew asks when they part for air before trailing his lips down her neck.
"Missed you, too. So much," Emily breathes, tilting her head back to give him better access and groaning when he sucks on the sweet spot beneath her jaw. Making his way back up, Andrew takes her mouth in a hot, wet kiss as he slides his hands down to her ass, shifting her further toward the edge of the counter before rocking against her. Emily can feel how hard he is and moves a hand down between them, palming him over his trousers and making his hips jerk in response, her name falling from his lips in a gasp as he breaks their kiss.
And then they hear the front door open and Keely's voice asking, "Hey dad! Who's car is that in the driveway?"
The couple parts immediately, Emily jumping down from the counter as they both try to smooth out their clothes and look as if they were not just making out like horny teenagers about to have sex on the kitchen counter.
Andrew steps forward toward the island, using the height of the counter to hide his very obvious arousal as Keely rounds the corner. "Oh!" She stops in her tracks, taking in the sight of her dad and his girlfriend. "Hi Emily!" She greets in a surprisingly normal tone. Emily waves, neither she nor Andrew able to utter a single word. "I uh, I just forgot one of my textbooks," Keely says, biting her lip to hold back a laugh before making her way to the three season room to grab said book off the table. "Have fun tonight!" She quips as she makes her way back out to the car, Emily and Andrew both groaning when they hear the front door being locked behind her.
"I'm never going to be able to look her in the eyes again," Emily groans, dropping her head in shame.
Andrew stays silent for another long moment until finally asking, "Is the mood officially dampened?"
Emily can't help but laugh as she look up at him, shaking her head. "Fortunately no, six months without you trumps your daughter interrupting us."
"Good," Andrew says, taking her hand. "Now how about we continue this in the bedroom."
"Wise idea."