Agent Kimball Cho was accustomed to getting calls in the middle of the night. It usually meant he would have to get up and investigate a murder, but tonight it was different. The voice on the other end of the line is unfamiliar.

"Cho?"

"Who wants to know?" Cho snapped.

"Look, I have a woman here who needs a ride home and you are the first one on her contact list," The bartender answered with equal if not more attitude.

"Dark hair, about five – five?" He asked wondering what had made Lisbon fall off the wagon after all this time.

"Yeah, and I would hurry she is getting a little aggressive."

"Address?" Cho asked already pulling on his shirt and jeans.

The bartender gave him the address, and he pulled in fifteen minutes after he hung up the phone. The bar wasn't what he expected. Lisbon was a seedy bar type, but this was a night club. Music poured out before he even approached the door. He flashed his badge to get past the bouncer.

His eyes swept the room for her familiar form as he made his way to the bar, but he didn't see her. The whole drive across town, he had gone over their day in detail. He had spent most of the day with Vega, trying to track down any one who might have witnessed the shooting. Usually uniforms would do the canvasing, but when a cartel involved, things are never usual. Lisbon hadn't seemed especially worried about the case. In fact, when she had left that night, she and Jane had been talking about a nice dinner at Vinzino's.

Maybe that was it. Something had gone wrong with Jane again. He was almost to the bar, when he heard a familiar voice cursing in rapid fire spanish. He turned to see Vega poking the chest of a very large man who looked a lot like their suspect.

"Vega?" he called, not quite believing what he was seeing. It was Vega, but not like he had ever seen her. Her dark hair was curled and pulled back showing off her bare, toned shoulders. Her makeup was dark and her blood red dress looked like it was painted on.

She turned on him with fire in her eyes, but when she saw who was calling to her, her shoulders dropped. The suspect took the opportunity to disappear into the crowd.

"Didn't expect to see you in a place like this," she shouted loudly over the music.

Instead of giving a verbal answer, Cho jutted his chin toward the back exit. Vega nodded. Once they were in the alley behind the club, she started again.

"I thought you said you were going to bed early tonight," she mumbled as she leaned on the brick wall. It was then that he noticed she was wearing 3 inch heels that put them at almost the same height.

"I was in bed when I got a call about a drunk who was causing problems," he snapped back remembering that he had been dragged out of bed by her stupidity. "What were you thinking in there? Are you looking to get killed?"

Vega pushed off the wall and into his personal space. "I was enjoying a night off, Sir. I don't know who called you, or how they got your number, but I don't need you."

He stepped back just like she knew he would. He always backed away from her, but instead of letting her walk back into the club he started scolding her.

"I got a call from the bartender," he explained. "And he got my number from your cell phone."

Her hand dropped to her waist where she usually kept her phone, but the dress didn't have a handy clip, so she had set it down and forgotten it.

"Apparently, I am the first person on your speed dial," he continued. She blushed.

"Well, thanks for coming all this way, but like I said before, I don't need your help. So, if you'll excuse me…"

"I think you've had enough," Cho said grabbing her arm. She ripped it away and stumbled back.

"Just… back off," she slurred.

"I don't have time for this," he groaned and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"I could sue you for sexual harassment," she mumbled half heartedly.

"If you still want to in the morning, Michelle, I will print off the forms for you." They reached his car, and he opened the door before returning her to her feet.

"Can we get a cheeseburger?" she mumbled, cuddling into the seat.

"No."

"Cho," she whined. "I'm hungry!"

"I am not feeding you. You'll probably end up throwing up."

"Will not," she said with more than a little petulance. By the time he pulled up to her apartment, she was sound asleep.

"Vega. Hey, Vega! Michelle, we're at your place. You need to get up. Where are your keys?"

"Keys?"

"Yeah, keys, the things you use to get into your apartment."

"Reggie took them," she mumbled sleepily.

"Who's Reggie?"

"The bartender..."

"Of course," he said more to himself than the sleeping woman next to him. He should have thought of that before they left the bar. He considered his options. He could get her a hotel room for the night, but you would probably wake up confused, and it could be dangerous. Then again, if he took her home, he really could end up with a sexual harassment suit. His only other option would be to call Lisbon, but he knew Michelle wouldn't want Theresa to see her like this. He kept trying to think of another plan as he drove home.

When they pulled into his garage, Vega suddenly perked up.

"Are we getting burgers?" she asked excitedly.

"No. We are at my house, because you forgot your keys, and I didn't think you would want Lisbon to know what you've been up to."

"Oh god no, please don't tell her. She be so mad, so will Abott, and Cho!" she said in a panic. He just waited. Then she started giggling. "You're Cho," she laughed even harder. "Hey, Kimball, can you cook?" she drew out the m in his name as she said it, and then broke it giggles again.

"Apparently, you are one of those people who must be fed before they will pass out," he said with a hint of amusement. "Come in the house, and we will see what I can find."

The garage was attached to the house by a door that opened into the kitchen. Vega sat down at the table, while Cho moved around the kitchen. So he placed a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in front of her.

"You cut off the corners," she said happily. Cho blushed.

"I'm going to go find something for you to sleep in," he said as he left the room.

"I put the plate in the dish washer," Vega said as she wondered into his room a minute later.

"Thanks, the shorts will be big, but there's a drawstring, so…"

Vega smiled and took the clothes. Once she had changed, she went to the living room.

"You can have the bed in my room." Cho was making up the couch.

"Don't be silly, Kimball. We are both adults here. We can share, or I can sleep on the couch. I will fit better anyway," she teased, flopping down onto the couch to prove her point.

Kimball Cho did not have a foot fetish, but the slight of her like this, practically swimming in his clothes, made something in him snap.

"Come on then, we have to be at work in a few hours," he said pulling her to her feet, and headed to his room. He had changed into sleeping pants while she was eating, so they both got into bed, and after a few tense minutes, exhaustion and alcohol lulled them to sleep.

Michelle woke up with a start. She was in a strange bed with a man. She needed to think. Whenever she drank, she always woke early the next morning. She looked at the clock on the bed side table. 5:45. Just as she thought. At least she wouldn't be late for work. Work. Cho. Oh god, Cho. She looked over her shoulder at the man cuddled into her back.

She tried to get out of bed, but his arms tightened around her. Oh god, it couldn't get any worse. She gotten drunk, tried to pick a fight with a drug lord, and slept with her superior, who she had a giant crush on. Well at least she hadn't tried to actually sleep with him. She tried to slip away again, but he mumbled her name, and she stilled.

Was he dreaming of her, or did he remember she was there? Either way, it made her realize that the crush she was harboring was not entirely one sided, so she settled back down and went back to sleep.