A/N: Hey guys so sorry I didn't update yesterday, I was planning to, then I got distracted watching and Ian/Emily music vid, then decided to start making one of my own lols. ALSO there will be a sex scene coming up next chapter, I swear! SOoo without further ado, here is your next chapter! Enjoy!

Emily's POV

3 Days later

Emily felt like shit. Everything in her body hurt, her hormones were making her crazy, and to top it off she was going through withdrawal…the hard way. Not that going through withdrawal was ever a pleasant experience, but from the damage and chaos that had surrounded her the last week, she knew this was bad. Garcia had left 2 days ago sadly. Emily felt awful she knew she had some really awful stuff in front of her. She needed to call her and make sure her feelings weren't hurt too badly.

She rolled over carefully onto her right side, looking for Ian. He was sleeping, snoring quietly on the white leather couch across the room. The tv was still on, blaring some loud obnoxious Japanese game show. She paused. She wanted something to eat, for the first time in what felt like weeks she was ACTUALLY hungry. Ian had practically been force feeding her throughout the last week. She looked around the room again. Clothes and dresser drawers were strewn across the room, and through the open balcony doors the sun shown on the carpet, which glistened like diamonds with the shattered glass that she'd broken. She bit her lip, she didn't know whether it would be a good idea to wake Ian, or if she should just try to hobble down to the kitchen and make something herself. She'd been a fool the other night, chasing him out onto the balcony on a broken ankle, which throbbed painfully.

Before today she would have just got up herself and done it, but Ian got very testy when she got out of bed unnecessarily. Sucking up her pride she hissed out, "Ian? Ian, are you awake?" She always found that phrase funny, how people would ask someone who was clearly sleeping if they were awake. Duh.

He didn't budge. Damn. "Ian!" She said a little louder this time. Still no answer. Well I'm glad this isn't an emergency, she thought sardonically. She decided a little poke was deemed necessary, so she swung her bruised legs over the side of the bed. She knew the poor man was probably exhausted. She knew she wasn't quite done with the withdrawal but for the first time in days, she wasn't shaking or itching. She also felt quite calm, not the frenzied panic and craving she'd been feeling for so long.

She hobbled over to the couch and leaned over Ian, he looked like he hadn't changed or showered. He sure smelled like it. She couldn't really complain, she looked like the living dead, she was sure. She gave his shoulder a little poke. "Ian!" She whispered. God, this man was a deep sleeper. "Ian!" She said much, much louder. She jumped a little when he reached up quickly and grabbed her wrist, though not as tightly as usual.

"Emily what are you doing out of bed?" He asked, eyes still closed. She frowned. She couldn't tell if he was irritated that she woke him up or that she was out of bed again.

"I'm hungry." She said meekly. "I can't walk down to the kitchen, or I would do it myself." She said with almost an apologetic note in her voice. Slowly, Ian opened his eyes, letting go of her wrist. He rubbed his unshaven face, looking at his watch.

"Okay." He said sitting up slowly. "Get back in bed." She nodded, limping back over to the bed crawling onto it. She could feel him sitting there staring at her, as she had her back to him while she made her way over to her side of the bed.

"What?" She asked. He was just shaking his head, chuckling to himself.

"Nothing. Even limping and bruised, you still have the most beautiful ass I've seen in my life." He said raising an eyebrow at her. She blushed. He hadn't complimented her in a long time, but it would figure the first time he did, it would be about her ass. Typical man. She dug herself back under the covers pulling them up over her head.

"Emily. Don't do that." He said crawling onto the bed beside her, pulling the covers down away from her face. "I was without your face for long enough. You won't be covering it up any time soon." He said, caressing the side of her cheek. She blushed again. He leaned in, kissing her softly. She was surprised. He wasn't the morning sex kind of guy, and the way they'd treated each other this past week she was surprised he hadn't killed her, let alone want to kiss her. She opened her mouth a little bit, to let their tongues intertwine with one another's. She put her non-broken hand up on the back of his head. They carried on kissing for a long time in the light of the morning sun, before her stomach growled angrily. She was still hungry…

She bit her lip grimacing in embarrassment as he looked down at her stomach laughing. "We're hungry," she said smiling.

"Alright, alright. What do you want to eat?" He said crawling back off of her, straightening his clothes.

"Mmmm, what can I have?" She asked.

"Anything you want." He said smiling at her.

"Okay, I want some chocolate chip waffles, dill pickles, an omelet, Oh! And some macaroni and cheese, please!" She said excitedly. He looked at her in stunned disbelief, raising another eyebrow at her. He looked like he was going to question her odd choice of breakfast foods, but thought better of it. After all this was the first time she'd ate willingly, so it was still a win for him.

"Okay. Anything else?" He said turning to walk out the door.

"Can I have coke zero?" She asked.

"Yes, but you're limited on the caffeine you can have so if you drink it now you can't have anything later…" He said like he was talking to a kid.

"Ugghh, fine. Just Orange juice then." She said rolling her eyes, but didn't argue. Ian looked shocked. Any time he'd told her no about anything lately, she'd raised hell and high water to get her way. Ian left to get her food, or make it, she wasn't sure, and returned about thirty minutes later with a giant tray full of everything she'd asked for, including the pickles and macaroni, and an omelet for himself. They ate in silence, watching the morning news on the big screen tv in front of them. She looked enviously at the coffee he was drinking. She wanted some caffeine dammit. She stared at the coffee cup, trying to use her mind to bring it over into her hands. It wasn't working, but Ian looked over at her, staring intently at it. He rolled his eyes, before handing it over to her.

"Fine you can have my coffee, but tomorrow your caffeine restriction is back on." He said warningly. She just smiled at him, slurping down the coffee greedily. God it was so good!

"Thank you, Ian."

"You're welcome, Love. I'm just glad you got your appetite back. However odd it is..." He said chuckling.

"Where's Declan?" she asked. She hadn't seen him in so long. Ian had said he'd come while she was sleeping.

"He's still sleeping. It's only 7 am." Ian said looking down at his plate. Something was up with him.

"What?" She asked. She couldn't understand why he was being evasive about this.

"Emily, lets not talk about this right now, okay?" He said firmly.

"Fine, I just miss him." She said crossing her arms in frustration.

"I know you do. And once I'm positive you're out of your…situation… you can see him as much as you want. I promise." He said.

"Fine." She said, huffing in exasperation. "When are you going to have this place cleaned up?" She asked surveying the wasteland that once had been a beautiful master bedroom suite.

"When are you going to stop destroying it?" He asked sarcastically.

"Hey, I had some help!" She said indignantly.

"Yes, well, not a lot. Most of this was all you, Dear." He said pointedly. "But, in all seriousness I was planning on having it cleaned later today. Maybe while you take your bath." He said nodding at her appearance.

"Oh. How am I supposed to do that? You broke the door into 4 million pieces." She said inclining her head to the wooden jigsaw puzzle on the floor.

"Emily, there are OTHER bathrooms in this house you know." He said, as if this was obvious.

"Oh, yeah, I guess there are." She said sheepishly.

"Are you done eating?" He asked.

"Yeah," she answered.

"Good." He moved the tray away and moved back in to kiss her again. She was surprised again. He wasn't always so affectionate, well, except 8 years ago in Italy. She decided not to overanalyze his motives, and just let herself enjoy it. They made out, cuddling for a while before, she was eventually falling back asleep in his arms…