Hey! Here's chapter three, as always a big thank you goes to FlashPenguin who beta's my stuff, she REALLY helped me with this chapter so I'm grateful she puts up with the bad grammar I send her.

Chapter Three

"Stay is a charming word in a friend's vocabulary." Louisa May Alcott

Emily and Dave followed the hostess who made her way to the back of the restaurant seating them at a private table with a beautiful view.

Dave helped Emily into her seat before sitting he opened his menu. After deciding what he wanted, he put it down to find Emily had already closed her menu and was looking out to the view of the ocean. The sun had gone down almost all the way and the sky had pink and orange streaks through the differently shaded clouds.

"My editor wasn't kidding about the view," David remarked but his eyes remained on his partner.

"You and your editor seem to get along quite well," Emily said, moving her menu as a waitress came and put some water down at the table.

"Would you care for anything to drink?" the young waitress asked. David motioned for Emily to order first and Emily quickly spoke.

"I would like a glass of Casa Grande Pinot Grigio delle Venezie Veneto please. My water is fine."

"I'd like a Cabernet Sauvignon, please," David said and closed the wine menu.

"I'll bring your drinks right out and I'll take your orders then." The waitress said, she left and Emily turned back to Dave.

"So?" Emily looked at him expectantly.

"So what?" David asked, forgetting for a moment that she had asked him a question just a minute before.

"You and your editor seem to get along quite well," Emily repeated.

"Adam has been my agent ever since I started writing. I know I could have gotten a much worse agent. Writing wise, he's been my life saver on several occasions."

"I can imagine that having the right editor makes a difference," Emily said.

Dave nodded. "It does." He said, "Adam is very good at what he does." They lapsed into silence and Emily glanced back out at the view again. When she looked back to David, he was looking at her thoughtfully.

"What?" Emily asked again.

"I'm just wondering what you're thinking about right now."

"How long it will be until we catch our UNSUB?" Emily replied too quickly as she fiddled with the napkin on the table.

David reached across the small table and covered Emily's hand in his. He wasn't trying to be romantic; he just wanted to get her attention. "Really?" he asked softly.

Emily sighed and looked out onto the ocean. "He would be 24 now," she said quietly, and glanced back at Rossi before looking away again. "The baby," she could feel his hand squeeze hers telling her that he knew the baby she was speaking of. She smiled without joy "I decided the baby was a boy; I hated only calling him 'the baby,'" she explained quietly.

"I can only imagine that that must be difficult." Dave said quietly.

"Before I had the abortion, I figured out my due date. It was June 15th."

That's today. Dave realized.

"I really regret having -" Emily trialed off for a moment before continuing. "I know it was an impossible situation and that at the time I wasn't ready to be a mom, but now, years later I can't help but think that maybe I could have made it work out." There was a pause.

"But then, my mother wouldn't have let me, she would have sent me to boarding school in Switzerland to save her reputation and after I had him, she would have made me place him for adoption. Not that there is anything wrong with adoption," she added quickly. "I just couldn't be that selfless, even if it was forced. I probably would have run off to Russia." She took a sip of her water.

Dave looked at Emily, thinking deeply. He could tell that she didn't really want to talk about the abortion. Even after all these years the subject was still difficult. He smiled gently and leaned forward.

"So I have a question for you Emily."

"Yes?" Emily only said one word but from her tone of voice she was clearly ready for another topic of conversation.

"What is it like to have a crush on the Lothario of the FBI?" Dave asked, openly teasing.

"And what makes you think that?" Emily asked her face clearing as she realized Dave was changing the subject.

"You agreed to have dinner with me." His expression was smug in the way only Dave Rossi could pull off without being conceited.

"Only because your momma would skin you alive if you didn't ask," Emily returned.

"That doesn't mean that you had to accept, I only had to ask."

"Oh, so you only asked out of fear of what your Mother would do?" Emily teased.

"No." It was said so simply that it took Emily a moment to realize what he had said. "Yes Emily." Dave saw the surprise on her face and continued to speak. "But because of the 'no fraternization' rules, I can't."

Since when did rules mean anything to David Rossi? Emily asked herself. "So in any other universe…" she began.

"In any other universe I would have asked you to dinner within a week of us meeting," he finished. She blushed fiercely in response and concentrated on sipping her wine.

"So, in any other universe what would you think of me?" Dave asked.

Emily gave him a long look, obviously thinking hard. "In any other universe, I could consider you dreamy but at the FBI my saying that would be considered sexual harassment." Emily stated.

"I wouldn't press charges." Dave argued.

"No, but you're the reason the no fraternization rules are even there. Suffice to say that you …. Well, you know you have 'it.'" Dave couldn't help but grin as Emily rolled her eyes, laughing and shaking her head. "And you're cocky about it!"

"Hey," David said, holding his hands up in mock surrender "If you've got it you've got it and you really can't do anything about it."

Emily sighed wistfully "And I can tell it's such a burden for you Dave."

"Somebody has to bear it." Dave shrugged, the waitress came up and gave them their drinks, the two of them continued to talk, and although they left the restaurant nearly three hours later, the time flew by for Emily. They talked the entire car ride back to the hotel. They were so engrossed in their conversation they barely even noticed the rowdy teenagers getting into the elevator with them.

"I realize that this girl probably really looked up to me and that was why she was copying me, but I got sick of it, I finally cut my hair really short. Like Meg Ryan in You've got Mail short, because I knew she'd look horrible in it. And then, the next time we went to lunch together I ordered," Emily paused smiling at the memory, "a meatball lovers sandwich with Anchovies and sardines, chipotle and hot sauce."

Dave laughed out loud as one of the teenagers pushed another one. "Do I want to know what happened?"

"She got sick." Emily grinned triumphantly "Of course so did I but it was worth it."

Dave chucked as the teenagers pushed each other around some more, one teen stumbled backwards into Dave, pushing him towards Emily.

"Hey," Dave managed to plant his hands on the wall to either side of Emily to protect her and to catch himself so that he didn't plow into her. "Watch it."

"Sorry dude my bro here doesn't know when to stop fooling around," one teenager said as the elevator doors opened and the teens all got out.

Dave glanced to Emily "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Emily murmured, realizing how close they were to each other.

"So, did she stop emulating you after that?" Dave asked as he caught the faint smell of her perfume; it smelled like roses.

"Yeah pretty much." Emily swallowed nervously; she took in a breath and smelled David's cologne.

"There were still some times that she would emulate me but the majority of it stopped after that …" Emily stopped talking as Dave took a step towards her. "Dave, what are you doing?" she asked quietly.

"I'm not sure." Dave breathed, leaning down and gently pressing his lips to Emily's. She could feel Dave's hands on her back, gently pressing her to him. Slowly he traced the seam of her lips with his tongue as he coaxed a response from her. Sensually, he teased her until she gave in with a soft moan.

Emily felt her knees go weak as she parted her lips to let him in. Dave cupped her face to deepen the kiss. Her hot breath on his face, her tongue tangling with his, the taste of wine only enhanced the moment. And his body responded in kind.

Emily needed him ways she had never imagined but as the kiss went on, and they tried to consume each other, her desire threatened to overwhelm her. She wasn't sure how to proceed.

They broke away as the elevator doors opened on their floor. Dave pulled away looking at Emily, desire evident in his eyes.

"This is our floor," Emily whispered.

"I know," Dave breathed back, he pulled away from Emily completely, and they left the elevator and went down the hall to their rooms. Both Agents paused as they got to their doors, Emily looked at him, she didn't say a word, but the look in her eyes extended an open invitation to come in.

Dave hesitated before he shook his head, turned and went to his hotel room, he needed a cold shower.

"As your lover describes you, so you are." Jeanette Winterson

Yeah I wasn't expecting Dave and Emily's first kiss to be in an elevator… and Dave's refusal of Emily's unspoken invitation will be explained in the next chapter.

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