Derek and Emily rode up the elevator in silence. Then they awkwardly went into the room, Derek swiping the key card and holding the door open for Emily. There was an uncomfortable tension between them. Usually at the end of a long day on the job they both appreciated some time alone.

Derek broke the silence. "Sorry this is kind of weird."

"It's fine. Calm down, Romeo," Emily quoted jokingly.

"Good one," Derek said sarcastically. "That guy was weird."

Derek placed his stuff down on the bed nearest the door and Emily took the bed by the window.

"You can have the shower first," Derek offered.

"No, I'll probably take longer than you. You can go first. I'm going to go down to the lobby and make some tea. I saw they had some sitting out." Emily figured he might like a few minutes of privacy.

Derek didn't object, he simply unzipped his bag and began to fish out what he needed.

Emily stayed away a few minutes longer than she needed to, sitting in the hotel lobby with her tea. When she got back to the room, Derek was done in the shower. He was sitting up in bed with the light on reading his book.

"What are you reading?" Emily asked politely as she gathered up her toiletries. She noticed his shirt looked like one of the T-shirts he wears on the job. He probably usually sleeps shirtless and was just wearing it for her.

"It's a book on leadership my mom gave me," Derek said. "Good advice and all that, but it's kind of boring. I would rather be reading fiction."

"Nice. Yeah, being given or loaned a book is almost a chore," Emily said. "The pressure to report back to whoever gave it to me drives me crazy. It's like it's on my to do list."

"Exactly!" Derek agreed. "It was so nice of her. But if I don't tell her what I thought in the next few weeks she's going to think I didn't like it."

"I'm with you," Emily agreed before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

Emily rinsed off quickly, planning to wash her hair in the morning. Then she busied herself with brushing her teeth and moisturizing.

Emily opened the door a crack. "Morgan, are you still awake?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Okay. Just keep reading and don't look up. My PJs are embarrassing."

Emily carried her stuff out and moved quickly to place everything back in her open suitcase. When she glanced over at Derek, she saw he was looking at her from behind his book, eyebrows raised.

"I said don't look!" Emily said. She quickly darted to her bed and got under the covers.

"I'm sorry!" Derek said. "I thought you meant embarrassing like cartoon characters, not embarrassing like…" He practically wanted to say lingerie although that would've been an exaggeration. "That's what you bring to sleep in on a case?"

Emily's pajamas were a cream colored silk short and cami set lined with lace. It was sexy, was the thought that popped into Derek's head before he could stop himself. Even though he didn't say it out loud, he felt embarrassed for thinking it and moved his eyes deliberately back to the page of his book.

"Not normally," Emily explained. "We went from one case to the next so quickly and I didn't have much clean laundry."

"I get it," Derek said. "Hey Em, do you mind setting the thermostat?" He was clearly joking about wanting to get another look at her.

"Hilarious," Emily said dryly. "Set it where you want but I'm staying right here."