My latest criminal minds fic. Emily's POV. A little more comedic than my other fic's, I'm kind trying out a new writing story. This is small than the chapter's to come, but it didn't fit into chapter one and chapter three would've been massive if it had gone in that. So yeah read, enjoy and tell me what you think! :)

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Disclaimer: I own nothing, absolutely nothing. The characters etc are not mine.

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"Ready to go?"

I sent him a smile, polite and only a bit sexy.

"Let's go then," he smiled back. "My car or yours?"

My eyes narrowed as his smile turned into a grin. He was making a dig at my car, or my wetness, either way, I still wasn't in the mood. Though the coffee, and the lower region tingling, helped to soften the blow.

"Mine then."

Stepping out into the fill parking lot I spotted his car first. Even I, one with only a small knowledge of cars, recognized it as both masculine and incredibly sexy. It was streamlined, silver and had a hardtop convertible. It's engine purred in a way that had my heart racing. Honestly, taking his car wasn't such a bad thing. The seats, red leather, had those seat warmers. Maybe if I'd listened to my mother I would be driving one of those things.

"Drop into your place first?"

I looked down at the clothes pressed tight against my body by the rain, felt heat rise to my face when I realized Rossi was too looking. I had to clear my throat before I spoke, though I was still scared I wouldn't quite be able to make sound. I put on a smile in an attempt to hide any feelings of embarrassment. Co-workers. "Yes please."

He stopped right outside the door so I wouldn't get wet running in, considerate, though now the pounding rain had lightened to a soft drizzle and the sun was making it's way through the clouds. I barely made it into my apartment before I started peeling off soaked fabric, throwing it on the ground to be cleaned up on my return.

I wrapped myself up in a towel and got to work getting ready. But when I unzipped my go bag, usually waiting, ready to go, a sent of sweat and dirty came to meet me. I remembered I'd only gotten in from the last case the night prior, and that I'd told myself I'd put stuff in the laundry in the morning. Well, it was morning, and I hadn't. Another sniff told me the bag should probably go through the wash with them. Or I could just burn it all. It'd probably cost as much to replace everything as it did for the washing powder to actually get rid of the stink.

I threw the bag in the corner and added it to a mental list of things to do when I got back, along with the clothing strewn all over my apartment floor. Usually I was a little more organized.

Pulling open my draws I found very few clothes usable. I discounted anything that showed off too much cleavage, I didn't want to give Rossi any more ideas. I eventually found some suitable shirts, threw them in a bag with some jeans and slacks, then slipped off my towel to get changed.

I was just pulling a new shirt over my head when I spotted a figure standing in the doorway watching me. "Holy mother…" Then realization that it was Rossi didn't help much. I yanked my shirt the last little bit of my boobs and down to cover my stomach. The tingling was back and this time it'd brought butterflies to my tummy with it.

It wasn't as if he hadn't been in my apartment before, it was just that the last time he was there they hadn't exactly spent the night talking.

"Ready?"

He didn't move. I probably would've died had he don't so.

"Nearly," I told him, annoyed that my voice broke the tiniest bit. I turned my back to him to 'recheck my bag' and regain my composure.

I could feel his eyes on me, studying my every move, undressing me slowly.

Finally, after I'd managed to drop my heartbeat to a mere gallop and dampen my dry throat, I said, "Let's go."

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Hope you liked it.
I'm still not exactly sure on the path it shall take,
but i know the writing style is starting to change as i'm reading Emma right now.
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