NCIS/NCIS: Los Angeles is not owned by me in any shape or form. I am sad.

This whole story is set directly after season 4 episode 14, 'Kill House'. Read the first chapter to catch up!

Thank you very much for the support and the reviews! Here is part two as requested.

Just like part one, this came from an idea for a few lines and the rest just flowed.

Enjoy!

It was a quiet ride, only a couple of tyre squeals and a horn blaring piercing the just-audible sound of some charts show on the radio used as background noise.

Neither seemed to want to waste what little left-over Thursday night energy they had until they arrived at Nell's apartment and were able to focus on each other.

Eric kept close though, using the centre console armrest to support himself as he sat, leaning across, his body a hair's width from hers as he stole a glance every few moments.

Nell could feel the heat from her partners closeness envelop her, the edges of her lips curling in satisfaction as she drove the last couple of blocks.

After a few key fumbles Nell visibly relaxed as she was allowed to enter the safety of her apartment. Eric entered in one step as soon as he was sure that she was safely inside.

Although he'd visited and spent time here numerous times before, the nights events had made Eric somewhat anxious in his current surroundings, seemingly wanting an invitation to enter and make himself at home.

He received his invitation in the wave of a hand towards the couch as Nell disappeared into the depths of the apartment, making sure to quickly comment that she would be "back in a second."

The sofa was the main feature on the right hand side of a rather minimalistic home. The inviting earthy-grey settee formed an 'L' shape, facing those seated back towards the front of the apartment. In that direction was the formidable 60-inch curved flat screen TV, placed atop of a white and short glass-fronted cabinet that contained expansive DVD and game collections. A tinted-black glass coffee table was the nearest item of furniture to the television, with the couch curling around it. A glance across the entrance-way saw you looking into a sparkling with tiled kitchen, complete with black marble worktops.

The whole place was spotless, and Eric had been thinking that he might prefer the whole open-plan living arrangement that this place had going on than his own accommodation.

So deep in his thoughts was the technical operator that his weary mind began shutting down, leaving the returning intelligence analyst to find him staring off into space, arm rested on the back of the couch while he was slouching backwards over the armrest.

"Err, you look like you could use this more than me" cracked Nell, bringing Eric back to his senses as she handed him a mug filled with a familiar looking dark liquid.

With a smile on his part the mug traded hands, and thanks was muttered as he brought the cup to his lips.

Nell settled down beside her partner in a similar way to at the bar - sat sideways so she could face him with her leg curled underneath her. She used the back of the sofa to her own advantage, resting her elbow there as she brought her hand back to help control her own mug. Said position helped her be closer to Eric.

Speaking of Eric, she was incapable of taking her eyes off of him, and began giggling as the coffee obviously hit a sweet spot and he let out an elongated sigh.

Despite being so tired, neither wanted to leave each other's company, either physically or through sleep, making the coffee a great pickmeup.

Nells giggles had fully brought Eric back to his senses. He glanced over and realised that she had in fact changed. Gone was the formal outfit of the day, replaced by bare feet, light grey pyjama pants, and a rather warm looking black gown. Her hair was more ruffled than before from where she'd changed but still adorned her head perfectly, captivating.

"Drooling" she joked from behind her mug.

"Right, yup" Eric spoke quickly as he straightened up, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth to check if he actually was.

Once settled he returned his gaze to the woman sat to his right, a warm smile engraving itself on his face as he admired her effortless beauty.

"Sorry, long day, hope you don't mind?" the redhead asked in relation to her chosen clothing.

Erics reply almost tumbled out of his mouth: "Nope, you look amazing whatever you wear!"

His mind instantly froze on him following his reply causing his body to follow suit.

Eventually he began to process the situation.

He, Eric Beale, had just complimented Nell.

Nell Jones. His work colleague. His partner.

His something more?

There was evidently a spark, and there was evidently an abundance of sexual tension.

He had grown to love it, love their days together, love her company, love he…

Eric was glad that his mind was able to subconsciously shake itself to change his pattern of thought, for his body was still frozen.

Anyway, he had complimented her.

It wasn't him just praising her work like every single day.

He complimented her.

It was something more and, while he had truly meant it, he wasn't sure if he was overstepping his mark - both with her and in his mind.

After all, they had kissed earlier in the night.

He had kissed Nell Jones - is dreams encompassed - and she kissed him back.

THAT KISS...

Sudden heat overtaking him brought Eric back to the land of the living, kick-starting his whole body.

A stuttering peek to his right to determine the cause led him to notice that his partner was no longer at his side. With a few tired and panicked glances around while still coming too, he eventually found her.

It turns out that in the few seconds that Eric's mind hand been racing and his body still, Nell had noticed.

From the time she had spent working alongside her male counterpart she knew that he found comfort in her understanding and presence.

So that's what she gave him in the form of her actions.

Placing her coffee down, Nell had gently placed her head on the front of Erics shoulder and nuzzled into his neck, her body laying down the side of his chest.

She had found her home.

Eric found his arm instinctively being draped around his partner, protecting her.

He started to berate himself before hearing her contented sigh as she further settled into his body.

This interpreted permission saw all logic and reason leave Eric, as he bowed his head to plant a comforting kiss within the depths of Nell's dishevelled hair.

As he pulled back, the young woman rose up to meet him, becoming lost in the nebulae and galaxies that made up his eyes.

And after admiring every star Nell delicately closed her eyes and carefully inched herself towards Eric, tenderly capturing his lips with hers.

He had found his home.