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 once again!

Here is part three - It's short and snappy BUT IT'S NERIC! Using this as an introduction for the next few chapters I guess? Who knows!

Enjoy!

…"urgh, work"

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

The two sounds that Nell's ears captured as she came too.

Eric's voice both calmed and somewhat surprised her, while the following alarm seemed to piece right through her head, causing an instant headache.

As she brought her hands to her head to try and soothe the pain, Eric noticed that the young woman rested against him had began to stir and cursed himself for leaving his alarm on, let alone so loud.

"Hey, didn't mean to wake ya, sorry" he muttered with a yawn.

"S'okay" was the sleepy response from his shoulder where her head rest.

For what felt like moments, but was in fact minutes, they lay together in a warm bliss.

A warm bliss that ended with Nell's voice after she had fully come too.

"What happened?"

"Well, we fell asleep"

"Thank you for that Beale, I couldn't have guessed"

"Oh, was it a rhetorical question then? Was I not supposed to answer? Oops, I'm sor-"

He was silenced with a 'shhh'.

"Sorry"

"What happened last night? How come we're here?"

Nell gazed upwards with a quite over-the-top confused look, and was met with a rather dispirited Eric.

"Y-you really can't remember?"

"No?" was the exaggerated reply, causing Eric to become anxious. He shifted in his seat and straightened up, half turning away from Nell as he expected her to reject him.

Baffled on what to say, a few 'umm's and 'ahh's were all he could muster.

Letting out a quick snort of laughter, Nell shook her head in both disbelief and amusement before returning her eyes to the blond male in front of her.

"Some pancakes and a cup of coffee might help me remember though, Eric" she stated mischievously, emphasising his name to prove that she did remember, a wicked grin adorning her face.

A relieved Eric loudly let out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding, providing more amusement to the young woman beneath him.

"Was that too much?" Nell asked through a slight giggle.

"Err, I guess umm, kinda and, well, yeah.." floundered the technical operator, standing up from the couch and proceeding to the kitchen as if to escape the awkwardness.

Initially the intelligence analyst protested with a grunt, but then found the warm spot that he had left and settled into it.

Before...

"ERIC!"

He jumped at her shout and spun round.

"THE ALARM!?"

"Just for work. Always leave plenty of time because my work sandals often look like my bag when I'm half asleep in the morning, easy mistake to make"

Nell visibly relaxed and laughed at his idiocy before relaxing back into the couch as Eric began making them both breakfast.