Elle snuggles into the body next to her before she realizes what she's doing. The smell is definitely Derek's and she groans.

"Please do not tell me I got drunk again."

His chest rumbles with a laugh.

"You fell asleep in the car. I didn't want to wake you."

She looks up at him. "How'd I get inside?" She runs a hand through her hair. "What time is it?"

"Almost two and I carried you. You're light."

She stares at him. "You carried me? I could have walked, Derek."

He laughs again. "You looked cute, I couldn't wake you."

She tries to stay annoyed, but he called her cute. She gives him a half smile. "I'm not cute! I'm tough. I can still kick your ass and I'll show you if you call me 'cute' again." She jabs him in the side, playfully.

"I'm sure of it." He says, megawatt smile

A silence overcomes them and she wonders if she should move. She's comfortable though. She rests her head by on his chest and his arm wraps around her waist, pulling her closer. That answers that question. It's nice being so close to him. It had been months since they had been this close. She missed it. God, she couldn't believe that. Her hand moves against his chest. She needed to just tell him and let it out. They could move forward or at least figure out what to do. A clear answer would be better than liking him and analyzing everything he said in attempt to find out if he felt the same way.

"Derek, I-"

The phone rings breaking off her words and she wants to growl. He picks it up, looking at her, curiously. "Morgan."

Elle buries into his chest, annoyed. She had gotten the nerve to admit her feelings and the damn phone had rang.

"Right now? It's two am." He pauses. "Yeah. No, She's here. Her phone must have died."

She looks up at him wide-eyed. "Derek!"

He ignores her and continues his conversation. "We'll be there." He hangs up to look at her.

"That was Gideon. We have a case."

"You told Gideon I was here! What the hell, man!" All the emotional stuff was thrown out the window, right now. He had told her boss that she was here with him and now Gideon was probably thinking she was too busy trying to get in Morgan's pants to concentrate on the job!

He smirks. "What? We just spent the last day traveling around the south. You were too exhausted to drive home."

She glares and gets up out of the bed and sees her go-bag at the foot of the bed. She glares at him again as she tugs off the dirty shirt before pulling out the new one from her bag.

"Do you know that out of the 29 profilers that are a part of the BAU right now, that only two are female." She says, tugging on the other shirt before she looks back at him. She can not believe he had done that.

"Two! And now, my boss thinks I'm sleeping with you."

"Technically, Hotch became the Unit Chief after Gideon came back to the team."

She glares again as she moves back to the bathroom.

"And you are sleeping with me!" He calls out, making her come back into the bedroom. The grin on his face is enough to make her want to punch him. He's enjoying this way too much.

"I am not sleeping with you! We never went all the way. Oral sex and hand jobs don't count."

"But you want to." He says and she pauses. Was he just talking about sex? Or was he talking about everything. Were they really about to have this conversation?

"You want to have this conversation now?" She asks.

He shrugs, getting out of the bed, tugging off his own shirt. Her eyes move over his muscles, noting the low slung pants. This is not the time to checking him out, she scolds herself. He grins when she licks her lips. Her eyes widen at the realization.

"You're an ass, Derek."

"An ass that you want." He says, and she figures out he's just talking about sex. Sex was easier to talk about. It was animalistic, it was…necessary to survive - in the sense of passing your genetics down and what not. But they weren't talking about genes and children and evolution nonsense. They were talking about sex and he was being cocky. He looks back over at her, still shirtless. Cocky, but right.

She huffs. "Alright, fine. Yes. I'd love to take you for a ride. But right now, we have to get to work."

He chuckles again as she moves back into the bathroom. He better have his shirt back on when she got out.

Deal Breaker || Breaking the Cycle

It's kind of frightening to know that one of their bosses work for the CIA and in another way, pretty cool. The case is easy, find the mole and save the family. They each get their own member and of course, Derek gets the hot Latina. She tries to not let it get to her, watching him grin as they talk. She overhears him mention Clooney and gets jealous, which makes her feel even more stupid. She hated that dog and now she was getting jealous that he was talking about him to another woman? She was losing her edge. She had been serious when she was talking to Derek. Out of all the BAU agents, only two were women. She was a smart, qualified woman to do this job and what was happening? She was letting a man get in the way. A very handsome, chiseled man who other than having a great body, was actually a very great guy. She blamed Max Ryan for it all, making her think about everything. It was that case that had started everything. It was that case that made her share private information with Derek and made her get closer to the man, it was the thing that started their whole relationship, which only added to the soft feelings that lead her to this mess. She needed to get her edge back. She needed to be strong and smart and show the bosses that she could handle this job.

Deal Breaker || Breaking the Cycle

"I can't believe Gideon works with the CIA." Derek says, over breakfast after the case. The three had decided to go to a fast food restaurant before heading back to their homes. Hotch had given them orders not to show up to work until tomorrow.

"I can." Spencer says and she rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, and I'm sure after Gideon leaves, you'll be the one that takes his spot."

Spencer frowns. "Can you imagine? I wonder if Gideon had to write a suicide note too."

Derek laughs. "He's not actually in the CIA, Reid."

"Yeah, but he's privy to information that only the CIA is aware of. If someone would become aware-" He frowns. "Maybe we shouldn't be talking about this."

Elle laughs at him as he looks around. She should still be mad at him, but it's too difficult. She'll just get revenge on him eventually. She ruffles his hair. "Don't be so paranoid, Spencer."

She sees him tense and pull away from her hand. She frowns. They hadn't really talked since she kicked him out of her bed that night she gotten drunk. Was he mad at her? She ignores it for the moment, but makes a note to talk about it to him later.

"So you and Gina Sanchez seemed friendly." He says, looking at Derek. She glares at him, but he ignores it.

Derek shrugs, chewing on his breakfast sandwich. "She's okay. It's a good thing Gideon was right about her." Had Gina followed her orders, Derek wouldn't be eating with them right now. Elle shakes away the thought.

Derek wipes his hands off on his pants, changing the subject. "I actually wanted to talk to you guys about something. I already asked Garcia and she said no, but what do you guys think about Jamaica?"

She looks at Spencer, who frowns. "Jamaica is an island nation of the -"

"I'm not asking for facts, Reid. I'm asking you if you want to go." He laughs.

"Go to Jamaica?" Elle asks.

He nods, sipping his drink. "My friend owns a resort and seeing how we have vacation time coming up, I thought we could all go have some fun in the sun. I'm sick of the snow."

"Did you know that with 2.8 million people, that Jamaica is the third most popular English speaking counter in America?" Spencer asks. "And Although, it has one of the highest murder rates in the world, it receives half of it's income from tourism."

Derek just ignores him. "Come on, a little sun… a lot of hotties. Good old fashioned vacation."

Spencer frowns. "I'm going to…be busy."

"He means he's going to California to see Lila." She says around a bite of pancakes.

Spencer blushes and Derek chuckles. "What about you, Elle? Beautiful beaches, some reggae music….lots of fun."

Elle looks at him. "Just me and you, huh?"

He grins. "Me and you."

Elle looks at Spencer, who is looking at her, hopeful. She smirks. "Alright. Let's go to Jamaica."