The rest of the day passed with little activity, everyone in the office was busy with stacks and stacks of paperwork.

Emily enjoyed the quiet day, focusing on work and not on her personal life.

Her quiet day ended though when she arrived home after work, where she was met with a surprise.

When she opened her door the lights in her apartment were dimmed and there were lots of candles lit. She judged they were unscented because she hated the strong scents in her house and a certain annoying and persistent man was well aware of that.

She decided not to get mad right away and just continued on her normal routine. She took off her coat and hung it up on the coat rack, placed her purse on the table under the mirror and then walked to the kitchen to get some water.

On the way she walked over some rose pedals and when she got to the kitchen she was met with a bottle of wine sitting on the counter with one glass already poured. She realized that it was hers and that Will probably already had one. She picked up the glass and took a sip of the wine.

She had to hold back a moan, of course it was her favorite.

She sighed and went about trying to find him. It wasn't a big apartment so it wouldn't take long but Emily was going to drag it out as long as she could.

She walked out to the living room. There were more flower pedals and the fireplace was lit but there was no Will.

She went to the stairs where there were candles and more pedals.

Emily rolled her eyes, she really wasn't one for romance, but she could tell he worked hard to set all this up so she decided she would try not to hate it.

She climbed the stairs and walked down the hall towards her bedroom. She passed the bathroom and the small storage room/office because she wasn't an idiot. She wouldn't need a map or a college degree to figure out he was in her bedroom, she knew that as soon as she stepped into her apartment.

The door was ajar so she gently kicked it open and low and behold there was Will.

He was lying on her bed with his ankles crossed and a glass of wine in his hand. There were lots of candles lit in her room but it was still kind of dark so she didn't know if he was looking at her or not.

"Welcome home. How was your day?" Will said from her bed.

"Fine." Emily said simply from the doorframe, refusing to move until she knew what the hell was going on.

"Wanna join me and tell me just how fine your day was?" He asked as he stretched out one of his arms and ran his over the empty space next to him.

"Not particularly." Emily said. She tried to keep her voice neutral but she could hear it take a slight mocking tone.

"And why not?" Will asked. "If you join me you can tell me all about your day and I'm sure we can work out this little fight and everything will be fine again."

Emily laid her glass down on the small table near her door. "I don't think so Will. This "little fight" can't be fixed with sex." Emily said crossing her arms over her chest.

"We can try." Will said and even though Emily couldn't see him very good she knew he had a smirk on his face.

Although Emily should have been annoyed beyond belief she wasn't. In fact it was the opposite. She could feel herself losing the ground she was standing on. Even though she said she didn't want to join him it was a big fat lie and the truth was that she wanted nothing more to jump on her bed and give in.

She was desperately trying to convince herself that sleeping with him right now would be the worst thing she could do, but like she told Garcia earlier, she was finding it very difficult to care about what was right and wrong.

Emily sighed and walked over to her dresser and blew out a candle, one of the many, and said. "Come and help me blow out the candles before they melt and there's candlewax all over my hardwood floors."

Will stared at her, dumbfounded for a moment. He was starting to believe that sex really wasn't going to fix things like it did all the times before. He couldn't believe it, he must have messed up really bad this time.

Emily returned to the doorframe, picking up her glass of wine and turning back to Will who was now sitting up.

"I mean it Will, get up." She said as she turned her back to him and walked away.

He got up reluctantly and started blowing out the candles. It had taken him at least two hours to set up everything up and it didn't even work, she was still mad and seemed firm on the fact they wouldn't be having sex.

Once all the candles were blown out he picked up his glass of wine and left the room.

When he reached the top of the stairs he saw that most of the candles were blown out. It smelled like someone had blown out candles on a cake.

That momentarily brought him back to his son's birthday party a few days ago but he quickly pushed that out of his mind and continued down the stairs, very worried to face her again and worried about what she would say.

He went to the kitchen and found Emily there pouring herself some more wine.

She heard him coming and looked up at him, raising the bottle in his direction, silently asking him if he wanted more.

He nodded as he walked over to her where she poured some of the expensive liquid into his glass.

"It's good wine isn't it?" He asked over the rim of his glass.

"Yeah." Emily said simply. "Thanks."

Will sighed as he watched her. She avoided eye contact with him and kept her distance. "Emily, please talk to me."

"I am talking to you." She said as she set her glass down and continued to blow out the candles.

He continued to beg her but she just ignored him.

Will felt like leaving but decided to give it one last go. "Emily." He said normally, no response.

"Emily." He said a little louder, no response.

There were no candles left to blow out so she was just ignoring him now.

"Emily!" He shouted as he started to lose his cool and this time she jumped.

"Listen to me." Will demanded as he walked towards her. She backed away from him until her back hit the wall. He got close to her but didn't touch her.

"Look at me Emily."

She slowly looked up into his eyes. She saw the anger and hurt in his eyes and it reminded her of that faithful first night.

Emily knew she should tell him that she told Garcia about them but she didn't want to.

Emily took a deep breath and decided to tell him. She figured the sooner the better and it would probably be best if he heard it from her rather than Garcia or anyone she happened to tell.

"I told Garcia." She said quietly, looking down at the ground.

Will stared at her in shock for a moment. "You did what?" Will asked, instantly knowing what she was talking about.

His tone surprised her. It wasn't mad or demanding like she thought it would be, instead it was quiet and a little panicked.

"I'm sorry I was stressed out and you were being a dick so I told her." Emily said quickly looking back up at him trying to read his expressions.

Will pushed off the wall, putting more distance between them as he paced in front of her.

"I can't believe you told her."

"Well can you blame me? You were being a stupid jerk." Emily said, trying to support her less than thought out actions.

"Maybe I was but I really don't think that's a good enough reason to tell the world about our relationship." Will said raising his voice.

"Oh so now it's a relationship? Twenty-four hours ago I was just a good fuck and now suddenly we're in a relationship?" Emily said raising her voice as well.

Will let out an annoyed breath. "You know what I mean Emily."

"Clearly I don't." Emily said crossing her arms over her chest. "Why don't you explain it to me?"

"You know I can't Em. I don't know what's going on either." He said turning towards her. "I just know that there is something about you, about us that keeps pulling me back." He continued as he walked towards her, staring deeply into her eyes.

Once again Emily found herself backing up to the wall.

"Can we please just stop talking about ending things and fighting about stupid stuff for a while?" Emily begged when her back hit the wall again.

"Ok." Will said simply as he smiled down at her. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too." She replied as she kissed him softly and thanked God he kissed her back.

"Can we pick up the candles now?" Emily asked.

"Do you have any idea how long this took me to set up?" Will asked moving away from him and gesturing to the room behind him.

"Don't have a clue." She answered, smiling.

"Well let's just say it took long enough and because of that I'm not going to help clean up."

"Fine. But since you're not helping I'm going to make it clear to you how stupid I think it is." Emily said as she walked away.

"I was just trying to be romantic, can't blame a guy for trying." Will said shrugging his shoulders.

"I know." Emily said walking towards him again, with a candle in hand. "Thanks for trying but your efforts are futile." She laughed and kissed him again.

He laughed with her and watched as she started gathering the candles. As they started accumulating on the island in the kitchen he started to think he might have went a bit overboard.

"Where did you get all these candles anyway?" Emily asked getting distracted.

"I found some at my house and I bought the rest from the dollar store."

"The dollar store? Big spender." Emily mocked.

"Hey, there are a lot of candles here. It got expensive." He defended.

"I don't think we should fight anymore." Emily said before taking a sip of her wine.

"And why's that?" Will asked raising an eyebrow at her.

"I'm going to run out of space to store all the candles." She laughed.

"As stated before I was trying to be romantic and besides I didn't do all this because of the fight." Will said walking out to the living room.

Emily grabbed another bottle of wine and followed him. "Oh really? I don't believe you."

"Understandable." Will said simply as they sat on the couch. His arm stretched behind her so naturally it scared him sometimes.

"Did you think it would get you lucky?" Emily asked smirking.

Will looked at her. "I don't need candles to get lucky." He replied.

Emily laughed but Will kept a straight face, although Emily could tell there was a smile fighting to get through. "So cocky." Emily said which made Will smirk.

She rolled her eyes and said. "Do you really think I'm that easy?"

Will paused for a moment. "I don't think there's a right answer to that question." He laughed.

"Yes there is." Emily said, putting her wineglass on the coffee table. "But I suggest you choose it wisely."

She took Will's glass and set it aside before straddling him.

"I don't think you're easy." Will said slowly. "I just know you're perfect body so well, so it's easier for me to get you to fall apart in my arms."

Emily kissed him before saying. "Good answer."

Will smiled and kissed her again.

She moaned into the kiss, which she knew always drove him crazy. Will didn't know if it was a genuine moan or if she was just boosting his confidence but he loved it anyway.

Just as things were starting to heat up and hands started wandering Will's cell phone rang.