Robbery In Progress

*Kelsey*

My hands sweat a little as I approached a very familiar door. Even from this side of it, I could smell roses. Frustrated with myself, I took in a deep breath and shook out the tension in my shoulders. *I could do this!*

After Matty and I met back up with our CI he practically blackmailed me into asking Emma to dinner. Something about our sexual tension choking him or whatever, I don't know. But, here I am anyway...asking. Part of me hoped that she wasn't home, that way I can stamp down a big check for effort and go home. Before I could change my mind I bit my lip and quickly knocked on her door.

"Coming!" She replied from somewhere inside her apartment. God why did her husky voice have to be so freaking sexy? When she opened the door I could tell by her surprised expression that I was not who she was expecting. "Oh, hi. Sorry, I thought you were the delivery service." *Oh, great. She's already arranged dinner for herself.* I didn't say anything back, just stood there a bit shell shocked. "Would you like to come in?"

"Um, sure." Words finally granted me with their presence, those pesky bastards. "That would be great, thanks." She opened the door farther so I could step in.

"Is everything okay?" Now that she's come to terms with my arrival, worry has set in on her face.

"Everything's...fine. I think." When she just waited, I let out a big sigh. "Sorry, I just don't really know what I'm doing here yet." Her lips twitched at that.

"You ventured your way all the way to my apartment but you're not quite sure what for yet?"

"Well part of me had some ideas during the trip," I clasped my hand over my mouth. "I am so sorry, did I just say that out loud?" This time she laughed, and I felt something inside me loosen. Anxiety slipping away and warmth taking it's place. "Are you hungry? That food I ordered should be here any minute and I'm almost positive I got more than I'll be able to eat on my own."

*How is it that I came here to ask her to dinner and then she ended up asking me to dinner?*

"That would be great, actually. If you don't mind." Slipping off my jacket, I sat at her kitchen table, unsure what else to do with myself.

"Not at all." She joined me. "Now that we've got that out of the way, want to tell me what's on your mind?"

I sat quiet for a second, attempting to focus in on what I really wanted from coming here and, on a broader scale, from her. "We never really talked about the other night. You know, when I apologized and...everything."

"Right, I guess we never got the chance. Okay, so what did you want to say about it?" *Oh boy, should have seen that coming.* But before I could answer her the intercom buzzed. "That must be the food, I'll be right back."

While she was gone I allowed myself to fall into a spiral of anxiety and self-doubt. *What was I even doing here? What happens if I tell her that I'd like to keep sleeping with her, keep waking up to the smell of roses and being enveloped in a sea of red hair, and she doesn't want that? Jesus, where did that come from? What is wrong with me? Whatever does happen, we are going to have to continue working together on this case. And maybe cases in the future...why did I let Matty talk me into this?*

*Emma*

I was nothing short of shocked when I opened my door to find, not the delivery service for my pasta dinner plus leftovers, but Kelsey. This will now be the second time she has appeared at my apartment unbeknownst to me. I may not have been expecting her, but her arrival opened up a window of opportunity I couldn't help but hope for.

I had become very good at shutting down my wants and desires since my Sam died, but ever since Kelsey they've been coming back. Which terrified me, and excited me in the same breath.

When I reentered the dining area, food in hand, Kelsey was no longer sitting, but instead standing by the windows pacing. I set the food down on the table and put myself in her path, she stopped inches from me.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I asked gently. Sam used to say that to me. Until recently, it hurt too much to even think about the phrase. But now I guess I'm seeing a light at the end of a very dark tunnel. Maybe that light is Kelsey. She brushed her fingertips down my arm, sending chills in their wake, "I like being close to you." The admission was soft, I almost didn't hear it. When her hand finally came close enough, I slid mine into it.

"I like being close to you, too." I could tell there was more she wanted to say, but I don't think either of us were ready for more to be said. Before she could respond I closed the last of the distance between us, slid my free hand into her hair, and brushed my lips over hers. The first time we were together we were a rushed mess of heat and lust, crashing together and breathing each other like air.

This time though, we were slow and unrushed, like we had all the time in the world to get to where we are going. The inevitable ending we knew we were headed towards, just cruising along and enjoying the ride. That first night we didn't know each other, we were just two strangers pouring everything we had into the only time we could guarantee to each other. But tonight we both knew the other would be there the next morning, we both knew we had time. By the time we made it back into my room the food I had ordered had most definitely gone cold, but I didn't mind in the least. It was worth it.