To get up or not to get up? That was the question. The bed was soft and warm, but Jessie had already been awake for half an hour, and she was getting a bit restless having to stay upstairs.

Mike had told her yesterday evening to stay up in her bedroom until someone came to get her... he said something about going out very late to celebrate taking down a case and wanting to sleep in.

But she figured the sun had been up for long enough. Somebody had to be awake in Graceland...

The door to the phone room was propped open, which meant no one was inside. She tiptoed down to the agents' floor and could see from the stairs that Paige's door was shut as well.

Jessie hesitated to peer around the corner, but she took a few more steps down and looked quickly over to Mike's room. She didn't think Mike would get angry if he saw her, but she was supposed to be letting everyone sleep. She was a bit disappointed to see that his door was shut too. If Mike was still sleeping in, there was no way anyone else was up either. In Jessie's mind, Mike woke up earlier than the sun.

Johnny's door was cracked open though. Somebody's always was.

Just in case she needed someone in the middle of the night, the agents rotated through leaving their door cracked open. Jessie knew that if she had a nightmare and wanted someone's help, she was supposed to go to the room with the open door. Jakes would say that he was "on call" when it was his turn, but running down to the agents in the middle of the night happened less frequently as her time at Graceland continued.

Jessie tiptoed past Jakes' room and leaned slightly into Johnny's door, trying to see if he was still asleep. She didn't even need to look; she could hear the snoring.

She smiled when she saw how much of a mess his room was, and she had to cover her mouth to stop herself from giggling when she realized that he was still wearing the clothes he had on when he left the house in last night. His feet were sticking out from under the covers, one still sported a dress shoe and the other just had a sock with a giant hole in the bottom.

She walked around to the side of the bed, put her elbows on the mattress and rested her chin in her hands. "Johnny," she whispered.

She pressed her elbows down to make the bed shake a little bit. The snoring halted and she held her breath as he mumbled something and flipped his head to look the other way.

"Joohhnnnyyyy," she tried again. "Wanna go surf, please?"

There was a moment of silence, but she knew he heard her. She pushed into the bed one more time.

"Hungover..." he mumbled.

"Wanna go? I'll paddle and everything."

"Noooo," he groaned into the pillow. "Go away..."

He felt a bit guilty for shutting her down. He picked his head up slightly. "Go wake up Briggs."

"No way..." she said playfully. "Even I know better than that!"

He turned his head towards her but kept his eyes squinted. "Just... just go downstairs. Watch tv or something." His voice was hoarse and groggy.

"But you're the only one up," she said matter-of-factly.

"I'm not up either," he said while throwing the blankets over his head.

"Yes, you-"

"Go."

At least she had gotten permission. She walked back over to the staircase, checking out Jakes, Briggs, and Charlie's doors in the process. Charlie's door was left open, but before Jessie got a chance to look inside, she heard Charlie's voice from downstairs.

Jessie got to the bottom of the staircase and she could tell that Charlie was on the phone with somebody important. Without Charlie seeing her, she jumped into the corner of the big couch in the living room and reached over for a book that she had left on the coffee table. She was the only one in her class who had been sent home with a chapter book to read over the weekend, and she was quite proud to leave it out for the others to see.

Charlie started to get louder, and Jessie dropped the book to listen in on the conversation.

"...And that's why you need to keep me on this case," Jessie heard her say. "Sir, nobody else has the record that I have with these- yes, sir. Yes, I know about that but- but that's why I still think a woman would be better for this case. You need a-. Yes, sir. Yes, I understand.- Gimme a week. Just one week and I'll show you that-."

Jessie was happy for Charlie when she saw the woman smile. Charlie never lost an argument.

"Well, you know what I always say sir, excuse my language but... bitches get shit done."

Jessie couldn't help but laugh at the words she heard from Charlie's side of the phone conversation. Charlie must have heard her because she looked out from behind the fireplace and spotted the little girl curled into the corner of the couch. She gave a small wave at Jessie before hanging up the phone.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Charlie said softly.

"Did you win?" Jessie said, sitting up a bit more.

"Of course," Charlie said confidently. She walked into the living room with a mug of coffee and sat on the couch; Jessie immediately snuggled into her.

It didn't take too long for the house to come alive.

Johnny had made his way downstairs to them on the couch (via the kitchen to grab a bottle of aspirin and a large travel mug full of coffee).

"When my headache goes away, we'll go, k?" Johnny kicked his legs up onto the coffee table and squinted in pain as he laid his head back.

Jessie could tell he was trying to make up for kicking her out earlier that morning. She nodded at him and kept her distance to let him recover.

"What time did you get back, John boy?" Briggs tossed a bottle of gatorade at him on the couch.

"Don't-" The bottle hit his chest and made Johnny hiss in pain.

He snapped his head to the side when he heard Jessie laughing though.

"Hey, don't you laugh at me, kid. I don't know Briggs... like 3? 4?"

"He fell asleep and forgot to take off his other shoe!" Jessie told them excitedly.

"Oh yeah?" Briggs asked her smiling. He looked into the kitchen and around the living room. "Paige up yet? She's got that reverse today, right?"

Before Charlie could respond, they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Jessie knew who it was and jumped off the couch, knocking into an aggravated Johnny in the process. She met Paige at the bottom of the steps and held out her arms to be picked up and held.

Paige looked over to the couch and laughed. "You can't handle your alcohol Johnny, can you?"

"Had more shots than you, P."

"No, no way," she said. Paige moved into the kitchen with Jessie on her hip. "I kept up just fine with that boys club and you don't see me in pain on the couch wearing last night's clothes."

"Rematch. Next week," Johnny said.

"No," Charlie said shaking her head. "Now that you're freed up I need your help with my case."

"What case?" Paige asked.

"He's letting you stay on?" Briggs asked.

Paige came into the living room with coffee, still holding Jessie.

Jessie nodded at Briggs as if she was equally a part of the conversation.

"That's great, Charlie," Paige said. "Has anyone seen Mike yet?"

"...did you check your room?" Johnny asked sarcastically, sipping on the gatorade.

"He was gone when I woke-"

The front door slammed open, cutting Paige off. Mike appeared with his backpack in the foyer.

"Where did you go?" Paige asked him.

"Just around," he said vaguely.

"Everything's good?" Briggs asked.

"Peachy," he said.

Jessie wiggled off of Paige's hip to go run over to him. She hugged Mike's legs and leaned her head up against him when she felt his hand run through her hair.

"Are you hungover too?" Jessie questioned him innocently.

"Where did you learn that word?" Mike asked her, looking quizzically at the others.

"Not me!" Charlie said, putting up her hands to show she wasn't involved.

Without saying a word, Johnny just raised his hand high into the air. "I didn't know it was her when I said it. She's not an idiot Mike. She knows I'm hammered."

Mike walked into the living room with Jessie still holding onto his leg. He looked down at her and ran his hand through her hair once more. "No. I don't get hung over."

Paige immediately spun around to face him. "That's not true!" she yelled back laughing.

"Loud, P. Too loud," Johnny said.

"Suck it up, Johhny," Charlie said. "You helping out with this reverse today, Paul?"

"Nahh, I think I'm just going to go surfing and take it easy for a while."

"I'm in!" Jessie said eagerly.

"What's with you guys?" Charlie asked, looking between Mike, Briggs and Johnny. "You're all out of commission for the day because you won one case? Where's this macho motivation you're always rambling on about?"

"I'm motivated," Mike said retaliating. "I just don't want to rush into anything too major right now."

"Charlie won back the lead position on her case," Paige said, "I'm running a solo reverse today apparently... and held all my liquor-"

"And I finished all my homework for tomorrow already," Jessie added, backing up Paige.

"That's my girl," Charlie said. "Just like me."

"See? The women of Graceland are just better agents..." Charlie said comically. She looked over to Briggs. "And what do I always say?"

"Bitches get shit done!" Jessie yelled proudly.

Mike held his breath. Jessie knew she had done something wrong just because of the silence that filled the room.

Within a few seconds though, Charlie burst into laughter. "I did say that this morning on the phone, didn't I?"

Jessie nodded confidently. "You told him on the phone that b-"

"Ok!" Mike said, cutting Jessie off. "Go get dressed and we'll head out for some food."

Jessie passed by Johnny on her way over to the stairs, and with his head back and eyes still shut, he held out his arm with his hand in a fist.

"Don't lose the spunk, kiddo," he said with a laugh. Jessie fist-bumped him, looked back at Paige, who gave her an encouraging nod about what she had done, and then ran up the steps to her room.

"Yep, Chuck," Briggs said laughing. "She's just like you."