Kapitel 42: Rock, Paper...Bed?

If anyone had asked Emily how she thought the night would end at different points during the day, each time her answer would have been different.

If she had been asked during her flight, when the crying baby had been going off. Emily would have said that things would end with her crying too, joining the baby and just letting her frustrations be known.

Had she been asked when she had first seen the angry protesters her answer would have been different too. Back then she would have said things would end with her in hospital, or in the morgue.

But never in her wildest dreams, had she even thought that the end to such a gruelling day, would be her fighting over who got to sleep on the bed with her boss.

"I should get the bed, my back would never forgive me if I slept on the hard floor," Derek said, at some point during the disagreement they had both stood up. He was now looking down at her and she had tilted her head up to be able to look him in the eyes.