A/N- I'm very sorry for the extremely late update. I'm high from the Brittana Wedding and so i decided to post this chapter. Its very rough, zero editing, I apologize. Thank you all for reading this story and hope you all have a great year ahead!

Chapter 4

Seated atop Rocio's bike, Pepa and Silvia were making their way back to the cabin. It was a sight to see the headlamp on the lone vehicle on the road cut its way through the inky shades of the night. Cold and moist wind parted around them, that night chill made Silvia cling closer. Warm puffs of breath on her neck commanded part of Pepa's attention. That half lidded quiet of the night with the steady motion of the bike and Pepa's form breathing in her arms lulled Silvia to that in-between state of wakefulness and blissful incomprehension.

By the time they reached the cabin, Silvia was barely awake. Heavy eyes and warm body and such, refusing vehemently to let Pepa dismount the bike. It took a bit of effort, snubbed toes and gentle coaxing for Pepa to park the bike and carry Silvia piggy-backed inside the house.

Depositing Silvia on the couch, Pepa set to preparing a few simple dishes for their dinner.

Silvia wasn't going to awaken and the stay that way for long, and that made Pepa change the menu for their staying-in night.

When Silvia came to by the enticing smell wafting about the cabin, Pepa had already lit the fireplace. It wasn't much; dim orange casting long shadows in the cramped living space. Warmth radiating off it in a comfortable arc, the oriental carpet under Silvia's feet pleasantly warm.

Pepa walked in then with the meal for the evening and set it down on the table mat on the carpet. Once a mug of cold, cold beer had been placed in the hands of a sleep tousled Silvia, Pepa sat cross-legged on the carpet in the mess of cushions on one side of the food mat.

Silvia settled in beside Pepa clumsily, so close that she was almost in Pepa's lap, the beer sloshing dangerously in the mug.

"Easy, pelirroja, we don't want to stain Rocio's carpet." Pepa said, amused at her sleepy redhead.

Silvia snorted, giggling madly.

"You are impossible!" Pepa said, shoving Silvia lightly. "Nobody would believe me if I told them the calm and serious medical examiner Silvia Castro-Leon has an incredibly dirty mind."

When her giggles subsided, Silvia took note of the dinner spread.

"You made pizza?! And tiramisu! And a salad! This is unbelievable. And impressive!" Silvia exclaimed.

"Yeah. Rachel and Lucy did all the prep-work. And the Tiramisu. I didn't do all that much." Pepa said, ducking her head embarrassedly, blushing slightly. She never blushed, before Silvia.

"But you made it for me, that's very sweet! And you are blushing!" Silvia said softly, partly in awe, totally in love. She nudged Pepa to look at her, smiling her sweet, smitten-in-love-with-Pepa smile. Silvia pecked one blushing cheek, stroking the other lovingly.

Silvia settled down again, blushing from her wide, toothy smile. Pepa kept blushing too. It was amazing that they both could blush like young, smitten girls after spending better part of the afternoon naked in each other's arms.

Pepa mirrored Silvia's wide smile, and soon they were laughing uncontrollably, leaning against one another.

"We sure are crazy, aren't we?" Pepa commented once she caught her breath again, laughs subsiding but the grin staying. Silvia kissed her grin and grasped her hand.

"We are. Never change." Silvia said, stealing another kiss. "But let's enjoy your cooking skills before we need your reheating skills."

"Okay." Pepa said, smiling, answering for much more.

The night went on in the warm, sleepy way. Between them, they slowly finished all of Pepa's cooking, moving on to feeding each other small, sweet bites of tiramisu, kissing away the smudges.

Pepa stopped Silvia from washing the dishes and set up a nest of cushions beside the fireplace. They laid there just snuggling and making whispered conversation in the warm orange glow of the fireplace until sleep took over them sometime.

Tomorrow they would head back home, back into the rush of daily life, police work, paper work, forensic procedures and all the other crazy things that it brought with it. But their time in the cabin would tide them over in those hectic times, they would carry the memories back into real life. The escape to the cabin had built them up in ways they didn't know yet, but it sure had confirmed they were, crazy for one another.