Thank you so much for all the feedback. It made me grin like an idiot because so many of you cursed in capslocks. :-)

I think I need to make it up to you, right? Right.

This chapter was supposed to be longer but I am running out of time today, so you'll get the first part of the chapter today and the second part tomorrow. :-)

Chapter 12

"How did it go?"

She pushed the door shut and slid down to the ground, pulling her knees to her chest and leaning her head on it as she looked up at Graham.

"Oh, that good." He sat down on the ground beside her and lifted his arm, patting his shoulder. "Come here and tell Uncle Graham what went wrong."

"I fucked up." She mumbled as she leaned into him, shifting to make it more comfortable for her before huffing. "Or to be more accurate I fucked him or he me. Not sure about that. Let's just say we jumped each other."

"So, no talking at all?"

"I yelled at him first and then he yelled back and then I was smashed against the wall and he kissed me senseless and from there on there was no talking anymore."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

"I'm going insane, Graham." Emma sighed. "First I was angry at him, then I wanted to play it cool, then I was angry again and then I just wanted him and I didn't even care about protection. I'm taking the pill so there won't be a pregnancy scare and I'm pretty certain that he is not carrying any STD's around with him since he always used protection with me before and never forgot it even in the most heated situations and after all he is a doctor. What makes me feel guilty again for being angry. Because I shouldn't be upset about the fact that he didn't tell me that he is a doctor. And his job shouldn't matter anyway. And ..." She let out another sigh, curling closer into his body. "This is just a big, huge, fucking mess."

"And then there is that small problem that you love him." Graham said softly, tightening his arm around her.

"Yep. There is that." Emma breathed. "This little detail that makes it just a teeny, tiny little bit more complicated."

"Well, if it makes you feel better ... I totally understand the jumping part."

"You are not helping, Graham."

"I just want to be supportive." Graham replied, his voice sounding completely insincere. "With those blue eyes and dark hair, not to mention the scruff ... I can imagine it's hard to concentrate around him."

"Yeah, that's very supportive of you." Emma told him, leaning back and arching an eyebrow at him.

"What are you gonna do now?" Graham asked, pulling her back against his chest.

"Honestly? I have no clue. Apparently I can't be near him when I want to have a conversation with him and I'm still not even sure if I should have one with him."

"I think you owe it to him and, more importantly, to yourself. You never gave him a chance to explain it to you. After all you didn't tell him why you were so upset about falling in love with him. I think you should tell him. He deserves that much."

"Maybe you are right."

"If you would be a man I would tell you to keep it in your pants for once and sit down and have an adult conversation about this, but I'm sure you still get the drift."

"Yeah, I get it." Emma said, her mouth quirking up into a lopsided grin.

"So, how about we are gonna make fajitas and have some Caipirinhas to relax you a little bit and when you have your libido under control, after two to three days, you are gonna call him?"

"That's a splendid idea."

-/-

She was driving him nuts.

He couldn't control himself around her. It was ridiculous. He was like a horny teenager whenever she came anywhere near him.

The only time he could resist her had been when she had showed up in the ER, the routine of being a doctor helping him to focus, but after his shift had been over and he couldn't distract himself anymore, all he could think about was her.

He had hoped he might forget her when enough time had passed but he hadn't, and he had picked up his phone numerous times, his finger hovering over the display, but he had always put it down again, not knowing what he should say to her.

Until she had showed up at the club again and had yelled at him, and something inside of him had snapped. She had never given him the chance to explain it to her, not to mention that she just assumed he didn't have deeper feelings for her and as the anger had bubbled up inside of him he had completely forgotten about the last time they had sex and what her departing words had been and had yelled back.

He couldn't even say how they ended up kissing each other as if their lives depended on it, but the moment her lips met his he was a goner, the lust crashing down over him and sweeping him away.

And God, it had felt so good to be inside of her again, to feel her walls enveloping him tightly as he had thrusted deep into her, completely ignoring the fact that they didn't use protection and then she had run away. Again.

He knew he had to talk to her, at least to make sure she was okay and to clear up if there was the possibility that she might be pregnant, not to mention that he had to ask her if she had been sleeping with other people without using protection, and this was definitely not a talk he was looking forward to.

And in all this jumbled mess there was still the fact that he was in love with her and apparently she was in love with him too and they should probably at least try to sort this all out, even if they would fail at the end, but at least they would have closure because just burying his feelings and hoping to forget her was clearly not working and this was a just a huge, bloody mess.

-/-

Three days later he still hadn't called her and after the day he had had he didn't feel up to it.

There had been a huge traffic accident on Highway 6 and the hospital had been a nightmare the whole day.

Screams and crying. Blood everywhere. And he had been in the OR all day, assisting his attending as they had tried everything in their powers to save the victims, hoping that they would survive without severe brain damage.

One had died on the table, another one would probably never wake up again, several others were in critical condition, and that had only been their department.

He was bone tired, every muscles in his body was aching and he contemplated if he should just take some aspirin and drop into bed, making the most out of his free day tomorrow and catch up on some sleep.

But before he could push himself off the couch his car keys fell into his lap and he looked up at Robin, raising his eyebrows in question.

"Go."

"Go where?" Killian asked, lifting his hand and pinching his nose, hoping the pounding in his head wouldn't get worse.

"Emma."

"Excuse me?"

"Remember the last time you lost a patient?"

"So your advice to me is go fuck her?" Killian scoffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, I'm sure that would go over well, considering what happened the last time we saw each other."

"You are gonna tell me you only went to her because you needed a good fuck?"

"You know it was more than that."

"Then go and talk to her." Robin told him firmly. "It's about time you two have a talk and your tiredness might actually be of advantage."

"How so?"

"You probably will tell her the truth because your walls are down."

"I'm not sure I would consider that an advantage." Killian replied, leaning his head onto the backrest and staring up at the ceiling.

"Chicken!"

"Wow, that's a low blow, Locksley." Killian turned his head, shooting an annoyed glare in his direction. "Besides I can't just show up at her apartment. I should call her first."

"Try your luck. She won't send you away when she takes a look at you. You look horrible."

"Thank you very much, mate."

"You're welcome." Robin replied, grinning from ear to ear. "Now get out of here."