It may have taken me a while but some of you wanted a second chapter so here it is and I hope you enjoy it. Also posted on AO3

Jake woke later that evening to movement on the other side of his bed, his mind foggy as he became aware of his surroundings.

"Amy?" he questioned, voice hoarse with sleep as he sat up slightly while rubbing his eyes, looking around in the dim light.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Amy said as she settled back on the bed after having checked her phone for messages, "I was just seeing if there was any news on the case."

"And?" Jake asked as the events of earlier that day came back to his mind.

"Nothing," she replied, shifting beside him, trying not to show how awkward she felt lying this close to him while they spoke. When they'd climbed into bed together, it was different then, she'd been too tired to really analyse what sleeping in the same bed meant and Jake fell asleep immediately so she hadn't felt uncomfortable lying next to him.

"What time is it?" Jake asked, trying to keep the conversation going, not wanting things to get awkward. He'd just shared a bed with the woman he was quite possibly in love with but he couldn't let her know that, not when he wasn't entirely sure of her feelings for him in return or if she wanted a relationship. If a relationship between them was even a good idea, it could potentially ruin one of the best friendships he has but it could also be great.

"It's after 10pm," Amy replied, her mind starting to wake up now. She hadn't woken up much before Jake, had been woken by him moving and she was debating whether she should get up and leave or not when he'd woken himself.

Jake breathed a sigh of relief.

"What?" Amy asked, her nose scrunching adorably as she did and he really couldn't think like that, not when she was lying this close to him, her hair a mess from sleep and wearing only his shirt.

"I'm glad we don't have to get up just yet…" Jake trailed off as he saw Amy's eyes widen and he realised how what he said had sounded, "I mean, just because, I mean, we have the case and sleep and…"

"Jake, stop," said Amy, smiling at how flustered he was getting.

He took a deep breath, pushing all thoughts of just how cute Amy looked right now out of his mind as he spoke, "what I meant was I'm still so tired and as much as I want to work our case, I'd also love some more sleep."

"That's my cue to leave then," Amy said, making a move to stand but Jake's voice stopped her.

"No. What? Why?" Jake asked, confused and not wanting her to leave just yet.

"You just said we needed more sleep so I was going to go home and do that?"

"Why don't you just stay here?"

"Jake…" Amy trailed off, not really sure how to say what she is thinking without making things awkward. It probably wasn't the best idea for her to stay here in the first place but going back to sleep next to him again was an even worse idea, she couldn't claim complete exhaustion as an excuse a second time.

She likes him, she really likes (loves?) him but they're good friends, they have a great partnership but does she want to risk that to find out if they can be more? She's pretty sure that Jake has feelings for her in return if some of the looks he'd given her when he'd drive her home after work are anything to go by, or the looks he's been giving her since they woke up for that matter, but was it worth the risk?

"It doesn't have to mean anything but you're already here, so why not sleep?"

She looked for a way to say no, a reason to leave, but she couldn't think of one, she didn't really want to. Because they truth was that she was comfortable here, with him, and really didn't want to have to leave the warmth of his bed to go home in the middle of the night.

"I'll stay on one condition?" Amy finally said, smiling when Jake's face lit up before she could even give her condition for staying.

"What's that?"

"You make us something to eat before we go back to sleep because I'm starving," Amy replied, causing Jake to laugh out loud.

"Deal," Jake grinned, eagerly pushing back the covers and climbing out of bed, inadvertently giving Amy another great view of him in just his boxes before he picked up a shirt off the floor and put it on.

Amy climbed out of bed and went to follow him but hesitated when she realised she was just wearing his t-shirt. She searched the floor, eyeing a pair of sweat pants that were lying at the end of his bed.

"May I?" she asked, holding up the sweat pants in her hand.

"Sure," he grinned back before he walked in to the kitchen to see what food he had that they could eat while Amy pulled on more of his clothes.

"Pancakes okay with you?" Jake asked when Amy appeared behind him, looking adorable in his oversized clothes with her messy hair tied back in a bun.

"Want me to help with anything?" Amy asked but the look he shot her told her immediately that he didn't want her anywhere near the food.

"Okay, okay, I'll just watch," she said, holding up her hands in surrender.

They chatted while Jake cooked and soon he'd produced two plates of pancakes and a bottle of syrup.

"You have no fruit or vegetables but you somehow have enough ingredients to make pancakes as well as a large bottle of syrup?" Amy asked as they sat down to eat, shaking her head at just how much syrup Jake was pouring onto his pancakes.

"Of course, you can't eat anything without syrup," replied Jake which she didn't bother replying to, just looked at him with a disgusted look on her face as he crammed his mouth full with pancakes and syrup.

"Those were actually good," Amy said, as they cleaned up the mess they'd made after Amy insisted.

"Don't sound so surprised, I can cook, unhealthy food just tastes better."

"Well, you know how bad my cooking generally is, maybe you could teach me to make these some time?" She hadn't meant to ask him that, it had just sort of slipped out as they were talking. It's not that she didn't want to spend more time with him or learn how to make these pancakes, but making plans like this certainly felt like they were leaning towards the "more than friends" side of things that she wasn't sure was the right move for their partnership.

Jake grinned at her, "of course, any excuse to eat excessive amounts of syrup again."

They finished cleaning up the kitchen and then it was time to head back to bed together, which is a situation neither thought they'd be in, not like this.

"Are you sure it's okay that I stay?" Amy asked, standing awkwardly near his bed while Jake did the same. This was new territory for the both of them now and they didn't exactly know how to react. It would've been easier if they truly were just friends, then sharing a bed wouldn't be a problem at all but unfortunately that was not the case.

Jake huffed out a laugh, "I was just going to ask if you're sure you want to stay."

Amy didn't reply, just looked nervously at the bed.

"This is ridiculous," Jake said, mostly to himself before he pulled the t-shirt he'd put on earlier over his head and then pulled back the covers and climbed into bed.

Taking Jake's lead and finding courage somewhere inside her, she slipped out of the pants he'd leant her and then climbed into bed beside him.

"See? Easy," said Jake, smiling somewhat hesitantly over at her as she lay down beside him, "we're friends and friends can share a bed, simple as that." Whether he wanted them to be more than friends or not was besides the point right now, she was first and foremost his friend and they could share a bed and it didn't have to mean anything if she didn't want it too.

"So you'd share a bed with Boyle then?" asked Amy, trying not to laugh at the image she was now picturing of Boyle being all too eager to share a bed with Jake.

Jake's eyes widened comically, "you can't tell him we slept together, I mean that we slept in the same bed together, he'll insist we share a bed to prove that we're best friends. And not only that, he'll think there's something going on between us."

"What's the problem with him thinking there's something going on between us?" Amy asked, yet again the words escaping her mouth before she can really think about the consequences. But she was genuinely curious and a bit hurt that he'd want to hide the fact that they shared a bed.

"No, wait, I didn't mean it like that, I just meant that umm…" Dammit he really wasn't good with words, not when he needed to be.

"Look, we can just forget about it, we both need to sleep," Amy said, giving him an out, they were both tired and if she'd been reading his feelings wrong, she really would rather not talk about it.

"No, what I meant was that Boyle won't shut up about this if he finds out, he's sort of been wanting us to get together for the past few months." There, he'd said it. Boyle had been going on and on to him ever since he found out they'd been driving each other home and had insisted that they were more than just partners.

"What?" Amy asked, too shocked to say anything else.

"He's under the impression that I have feelings for you and if he finds out that we shared a bed, we won't hear the end of it," Jake replied, deciding to just be honest, his tired brain helping him along instead of stopping him like it probably should.

"Is Boyle right?" Amy asked, steady voice betraying none of the nerves she was feeling. And was this conversation really happening? In Jake's bed at 11.30pm at night after they'd just eaten pancakes and were ready to share a bed?

"I like you," Jake blurted, Amy's eyes widening as the unexpected words spilled from his mouth, she didn't actually expect him to answer her honestly.

When Amy did nothing but stare at him in shock, Jake started to panic and backpedal, "I mean, you know, we're friends, and I like you, as a friend. I mean you're kind of nerdy, but you're pretty cool, and I enjoy spending time with you, and you're super smart and like seriously pretty, and you're completely adorable right now but I mean we're just friends and I like you but just as one friend likes another friend who that friend works with and-"

"Jake," Amy said, stopping his rambling, a blush staining her cheeks at his words, she had no doubt about how he felt about her now, despite his attempt to cover up his feelings for her. So instead of using words to reply, something neither of them seemed to be that great at right now, she leant forward and pressed her lips firmly against his, humming as he responded by winding his arms around her body to pull her closer to him. They broke apart not long later but didn't move far, pressing their foreheads together.

"So, you like me?" he teased, grinning as she grinned back at him, still pressed closely against each other.

"I guess I do," she replied, pressing another quick kiss against his lips just because now she could.

They both may have been hesitant earlier that starting something between them could ruin their friendship but after that kiss, they both knew it was worth the risk to see if they could work as being something more because of how much they already felt for the other. Neither had realised it at the time but they'd been moving closer and closer to this ever since they began spending more time together outside of work, driving each other home and looking out for each other more, getting to know the other as more than just work colleagues.

That quick kiss turned into something more very quickly and Jake reluctantly pulled away from their heated kiss, "we need to sleep if we're going to be able to function enough to work tomorrow."

Amy agreed, moving to pull away from Jake so they could sleep but his arms tightened around her, "where are you going?"

"To sleep?" Amy asked, but it didn't take long for her confusion to turn to understanding as she looked at him, "oh, you want to cuddle?"

"Well, only if you do," Jake answered, embarrassed by his actions but he wanted her close, closer than just lying in bed beside him.

Amy grinned at his words, settling back into his arms as he turned onto his back so now Amy was half lying on top of him, her head pillowed on his chest.

"Goodnight," he whispered after he'd switched the light off by the bed and he placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"Goodnight," Amy replied, grinning into his chest as his arms tightened around her, she should've known he liked to cuddle.

As they drifted off to slept, neither knew what tomorrow would bring but at least they both knew that whatever happened in the future, they'd face it together.

Thoughts?

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