AN: Well here is another entry for the Gone Country Challenge. I really should be revising for my Chem. Test but I really don't want to. Not to mention I should be working on my actual stories! But please forgive me as I am currently up to the second last chapter of Electric Feel which means I'll start posting again. I'm aiming for having that all posted and finished by the 21st of September, because that's when I leave for America! As for all my other stories I am aiming for the 1st of November to have them all finished, don't know how that'll go though. Anyway, this is a couple chapters long and very impromptu. I already have the second chapter written, but I just wanted to post this before I was done for the night. I hope you enjoy and please R&R. Luvya, Caramel."My heart's not a hotel you can check in and out of. It's not a tempary shelter, it's a home for someone's love. Don't just come here when you're lonely knowing full and well you won't stay 'cause i don't have the strength tonight to turn you away." - Brooks and Dunn (My Heart's Not a Hotel)

Every Now and Then

He groaned as he heard the faint knocking on his door; he knew who it would be, it was always the same, a case would hit her hard, she'd close herself off from the team and then later she would always come to him. He was actually surprised when she came to him the first time, he'd found her attractive and there was obviously some chemistry between them, but he had put it to the back of his mind, she was a colleague after all. Now though, he wasn't so sure if he wanted to let her in; they'd been doing, what they'd been doing for over 6 months now and it wasn't just about the sex for him anymore. No, he had developed some serious feelings for the woman currently knocking on his door and he knew she would never feel the same way; as he'd pointed out that time on the jet; Emily Prentiss is not the type of woman to fall for Derek Morgan, he'd told Reid.

As he stood and walked slowly to the door he hoped she would give up and leave, thinking he was out getting drunk, like the rest of the team surely were. He was stunned when he opened the door and saw Emily Prentiss, on his doorstep, crying, mascara running tracks down her pale cheeks, looking lost and shivering violently. He quickly pulled her inside, wrapping her in a hug, trying to sooth her crying. Derek Morgan was highly disturbed; he had never, ever seen Emily Prentiss let her guard down, the closest had been when her friend, Matthew Benton had died and even then it was nothing compared to now. He quickly moved them from the front entryway and into the lounge room, lowering her to the sofa. Emily clung to him for dear life, her hands fisting in his shirt, not letting him go as he asked her what was wrong.

'Em, babe, what's wrong? What happened?' He asked, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. It took her a few minutes to respond, she was slowly calming down and now she dreaded having to talk to him.

'I'm sorry,' she blurted out. Derek looked at her questioningly, why was she sorry?

'You have nothing to be sorry about Em, I'm always here for you,' he whispered back, not really sure what was going on. She shook her head and pulled away from him slightly to look him in the eyes.

'I've been using you and…and it's wrong. I'm sorry,' she said, making him go stiff. He knew she had been using him, but now to put it into words, well it was heartbreaking, but Emily hadn't finished, she was only just beginning.

'And, I know you'll never feel about me like I do you, it was stupid of me to think you ever would and now I've completely screwed everything up! Now, this and you probably never want to see me again…' Emily spoke quickly, trailing off at the end as she dissolved back into tears. Derek had absolutely no idea what she was talking about but he wanted to know what she had meant by 'this'. What exactly had happened?

'Emily, please slow down. Why would I never want to see you again?' He asked, not ready to address everything else she'd said. She looked up at him, eyes wide, with a classical 'deer in the headlights' expression. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times like a fish out of water before she hastily looked down and mumbled something to the floor.

'What was that?' Derek asked, not having heard her properly. She looked back up at him again, though not meeting his eyes before she spoke again.

'I'm pregnant,' she whispered. She really didn't want to see his reaction; she wasn't sure how he would react and she didn't know if she could handle a bad reaction at the moment.