A/N - Hey guys! Sorry this took so long, but I'm working on a new chapter as we speak! I swear! Lol Thanks to all of my reviewers, I promise I'll keep the one shots coming even though Standoff isn't on anymore I decided to go with hunnielove's idea and followed this chapter from the last, so it's dancing time:D
Walking through the front door, Matt silently thanked whoever was up there for giving him and Emily a day free of hostage negotiations. Sure, paper work wasn't exactly a load of fun, but he had plans for the night, and he didn't want himself, nor Emily, to be too tired to go through with them. Once heading inside the house Emily headed straight for the shower, while Matt prepared dinner for the two of them.
"Mmm, something smells good," Emily told Matt, sitting down at the dining room table.
"Yeah, I felt like pasta, hope you don't mind?"
"Of course not, but hurry it up, I'm hungry!" she complained, smiling at Matt as he playfully poked his tongue out at her. "It's ready woman, geez!" he said loudly, in mock exasperation.
"Haha," she replied, "he's funny now!"
Matt sent her a quick smile and placed the two bowls on the table before giving Emily a quick kiss.
"So, what do you wanna do tonight?" He asked, plunging his fork into the bed of pasta below.
"Hmm, I dunno. Do you feel more like going out or staying – wait, what's with the smirk?" she asked with a smile, reaching over to poke his arm.
"What? What smile? There's no smile!"
"Uh, yes, there totally is! Come on, what is it?"
Matt smiled at the puppy dog expression she sent his way, "I actually already kinda planned our evening."
"Oooh, what are we doing?" she asked, bouncing slightly in her chair like an excited eight year old.
"Just finish eating and put on some sexy clothes," he told her with a grin.
The music blared through various speakers as coloured lights flashed all around them. Emily had the fleeting thought of an ambulance as the lights flashed red, before fleeing any such thoughts from her mind. Tonight was about fun, there was to be no work involved, and she was not allowed to dance with any guys without his approval. Those were Matt's rules, and she had agreed immediately to them. She had been unable to hide her smile when Matt told her to "put on that smooth sexy purple thing", meaning her silky, violet halter neck, and get ready for a night of dancing. She vaguely remembered back to her drunken night a week or two ago, when she had asked Matt why he never danced with her. Now here they were, in one of the hottest clubs in town, just her, Matt, the rest of the gang, and the beat of the bass as she danced with her friends.
"So, what do you think?" Matt asked, slightly worried about his choice of venue. He knew Emily had wanted to go dancing, but he had no idea where exactly she wanted to go.
"It's fantastic babe, I love it! Where did you even find this place?"
"Frank had his bachelor party here awhile back, the place was pretty cool back then and I thought I'd take a chance and hope it was still as good," he shrugged, "thought you might like it."
"I love it, thank you so much!" she replied enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss. Breaking apart she looked around to see what had happened to her friends, grinning as she saw Lia dancing closely next to Duff, who appeared to be enjoying himself immensely, after finally mustering up the courage to ask her out two days before. This was to be considered their first date, and both members of the new couple were glad that their friends were there in case any moments of tension happened to arise.
"And just what are you smiling at?" Matt asked, his tone teasing as he pulled her closer to him, placing his hands on her hips as they swayed to the music.
"I wish I could say you," she said with a smile, pecking him on the cheek, "but I was actually looking at Lia and Duff, they look so happy together."
"Like an earlier version of us," he said with a smile, returning her kiss on the cheek with one on her own.
She laughed, wrapping her arms even tighter around his neck, leaning in as close to his ear as possible so they could here each other better. "At least they won't have to go through as much crap as we did, they don't work directly together, no lectures from Cheryl every week."
They shared a quick glance at their boss, and were pleased to see her talking to a man at the bar. They looked quite cosy, but both negotiators knew that Cheryl had not consumed enough alcohol to impair her judgment, and that she was fully capable of looking after herself. Plus, after Emily learned of her boss's previous relationship, she wanted nothing more than for Cheryl to find the happiness of true love, much like she herself had found in Matt. She bit her lip at the thought, wondering when she started to sound like a love-struck character out of a Disney movie.
"Yeah, but that was half the fun with us. The risk of getting caught! Come on Lehman, you gotta admit, you and me, we had some good times," he told her, grinning as he nodded his head, urging her to agree.
"We had some great times, honey," she replied with a smile, "so what then, you think Frank and Lydia are us in the future?"
Matt laughed, "Let's not compare ourselves to Frank and his wife, please. He's dysfunctional enough on his own, I have no idea how he conned a girl into marrying him."
Emily laughed softly before hitting him gently on the chest, "I think they're cute together."
"Well I think we're cute together," Matt replied, grinning cheekily.
"Matt, shut up and kiss me."
"Why Lehman, I do believe that is one of the lamest things you've ever said to me. You're becoming a girly girl!" He exclaimed, releasing his arms around her as he took a step back, placed one hand over his now open mouth while pointing accusingly at her with the other, the perfect image of shocked.
Emily placed her hands on her hips, before reaching out to twist Matt's arm, lightly of course, behind his back. "Matthew Flannery, if you ever so much as call me that again there will be no sex with you for… well… ever!" she said menacingly, a hint of a smile gracing her features. Matt moved slightly so that he was able to wrap an arm around her from behind, gently pulling her so that they were face to face and placing soft kisses along her neck. "Okay, I promise not to call you a girly girl again, although in my opinion you're all woman," he said with a cheeky grin, looking up to find Emily trying to sustain a smile, "but you and I both know that no sex thing is an empty threat."
"Well, of course," she replied, as if the most obvious thing in the world, "what kind of horrible person would I be if I refused to make your dreams come true?" she said jokingly, wrapping her arms around her boyfriends neck.
"Hmm, that's true. You are my dream girl," he told her, leaning down quickly to catch her lips in a passionate kiss, which she responded to immediately, loving the fact that for once, everything in her life seemed to be perfect
After downing a few shots of a substance that neither would remember the name of in the morning, their dancing was interrupted by the change of the club around them. It seemed that the hour had arrived when this particular club turned into a karaoke bar.
"Oh my god! Karaoke!" A drunken Emily stated, pulling Matt towards the stage by his arm.
"Where we goin?" Matt asked sleepily, the affects of the alcohol starting to make him drowsy.
"To sing!" Emily replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Matt sighed, "Yeah… I don't think so."
"Awww, please? For me?" Emily asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes as she gave Matt her best puppy dog face.
Five minutes later….
The crowd cheered loudly at the outgoing couple on the stage, singing loudly to a slightly tone deaf, but highly entertaining, rendition of The Calling's 'Wherever You Will Go.'
"Way up hiiigh, or down looow! I'll gooo whereeeever you will gooooo!"
The negotiators sung with all their might, dragging out the ending of at least three word sentences, which Emily had discovered could be made even more fun with the use of exaggerated hand movements. After a rather large round of applause from the audience the two made their way down from the stage, Matt shooting daggers at the guys who were craning their necks to get a better look at Emily as she made her way past them.
Internally he was chiding himself for showing such jealousy when he knew that Emily would never intentionally hurt him, and his thought were proven when he sat on a barstool, and less than two seconds later she bounded onto his lap, kissing him for all she was worth.
The taxi ride home was rather uneventful, filled mainly with small kisses and whispering into each other's ears, simply enjoying the moment together. Cheryl had gone home with the mysterious man at the bar, whom they had learnt was not so mysterious after all, as he was actually an old friend of Cheryl's. Frank and Lydia had left a bit earlier than they had, as they had a babysitter with their children and as such had a time limit. Lia and Duff had been in the taxi with them, but had been dropped home about five minutes ago, after subjecting Matt and Emily to a rather graphic make out session, followed by a grinning HRT agent and a blushing technical analyst.
The taxi came to a stop, and the two happily paid the driver, before clumsily making their way to the front door.
"Woah!" Emily exclaimed suddenly, flailing her arms wildly in an attempt to stop herself from hitting the concrete below her.
Matt turned around quickly in an attempt to catch her, but found that he was only able to push her into a different direction, aiming to send them both onto the softness of the green grass, rather than the bitter hard mass of concrete grinning greedily from below, at least in the intoxicated mind of Matt.
Emily giggled, turning around to poke Matt in the chest, "Matt, you're drunk!" she proclaimed, her giggles quickly turning into full on laughter, mixed in with the occasional snort, which would just cause Matt to laugh and point.
"I so am not! You're the one who fell down, thank you very much!" Matt replied indignantly, rubbing the arm he had landed on.
"Uh, excuse me, but I do believe you're on the ground too!"
"Coz I tried to rescue you!"
"Aww, my night in shining armour!"
"Damn right!" he replied, before standing up and lifting his girlfriend over his shoulder and heading into his house, delighting in the happy squeal that erupted from Emily as she started to giggle.