A/N: Title is by the band AC/DC. I have no beta. Sorry for the mistakes, I could only apologize.

It had been a goodnight for Emily, so good that she got piss drunk. She knew she couldn't drive home so she opted to walk to Cook's close by flat, it was about a five minute walk from the pub she had come from. She would had celebrated with the blue eyed man, but she knew he was working. The redhead just wanted to get there to sleep it off. She had to stop a few times on the way because everything was spinning but, she eventually made it to the flat.

The brown eyed woman took out the key Cook gave her for emergencies. It took her a few tries to put the key in the proper place (she had to put her face right up to the doorknob to get it open). It did go in but it wouldn't turn. Emily spent a minute trying to open the door and if she wasn't drunk she would had notice the number on the door said 12 not 21. In her inebriated state, she had also thought that pushing the door would open it, so she spent another minute trying to turn the key while pushing the door.

The redhead gave up after a while a leaned against the door. It took two whole minutes but she remembered that Cook lived on the first floor and she could check the window. There was a big possibility that it was left open. Whenever Emily slept over the flat she always checked the windows. They where always left open, when her and Cook settled in for the night (she had warned Cook on numerous occasions on the possibly of crooks and the like).

Looking up she stood in front of the window, swaying, trying to remember if Cook had black color curtains or if he had curtains at all. The brown eyed girl shrugged she shoulders and proceeded to see if the window would open. Standing up on her tiptoes to reach the window, she let out a breath in relief when it opened, the window was a high one. Emily had hoisted herself up easily, but sloppily. She ended up with one leg on the outside and the other on the inside and her twat hurting.

Emily had landed on her side and she was tempted to just stay there and sleep it off. She eventually got up and headed to the couch, though. She took off her jacket, shirt, shoes, and socks. The redhead landed heavily on the couch. Just before she closed her eyes and passed out she took a fleetingly look around the living room and had one thought. When did cook change the living room furnishings?

She had woken up with an intense light in her face. Emily squinted and sat up slowly, she had left the window and curtain open the night before. The redhead had a bit of pain in her head and her mouth felt dry, but other than that she was fine. Suddenly there was a scream in the room. Emily turned around and faced the person. It was a woman and she was standing in the kitchen, frozen and wide-eyed. She had blonde hair, icy blue eyes and was wearing a white pig shirt. The girl was simply beautiful.

Emily assumed she was one of the girls Cook brought home. I guess I was so drunk last night I didn't even hear them come in, she thought. The redhead was still groggy so she wiped at her eyes. Her mouth felt like it was the desert so she made her way to the kitchen and muttered a 'hey' to the woman. That had apparently snapped her out of her shock or whatever because she was suddenly defensive.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my flat?!" The blonde woman grabbed a nearby knife and held it in towards Emily. The blue eyed woman did not know what this half naked, well toned, hot stranger was doing in her flat and she wanted to know.

"Your flat?" Emily asked in confusion.

"Yes my flat," Naomi answered matter-of-factually, pointing around the flat with her knife. Emily really took a look around the area.

The redhead's eyes widened. "Oh shit!"