I recently was inspired to watch Day 2 again for the first time in years. I came up with the slightly AU version of TM if they had already begun a relationship before Day 2. Please leave any reviews! Thanks! :)

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Day 2, 6:00 AM

The blaring screech of the radio alarm reverberated throughout the dark bedroom and shook the grey walls. A delicate hand reached out and lazily smashed the snooze button before tucking back into the oversized duvet.

"God dammit. I hate the snooze button. Let's just get up now." His voice was rough and soft as he gently shook the bare shoulders next to him.

A messy bun of chestnut hair scooted down under the crisp white comforter and he heard an irritated groan.

"C'mon Michelle, we're gonna be late if we don't get moving." He ripped the sheets back and was met with brown eyes halfway hidden by her heavy eyelids. "We didn't even stay up that late."

"No. You didn't stay up late. I woke up twice in the middle of the night because a damn foghorn was sleeping next to me." She blew a loose curl from out of her eyes and sat up. She swore Tony's only flaw was his terrible snoring. It was something she was still adjusting to in their first weeks of sharing a bed.

"You're so full of shit. I do not snore." He scoffed at her and rolled his eyes dramatically. She shook her head at him and he couldn't help but laugh a little. It was pretty funny when she got upset. They still hadn't had a real fight in their budding romance. Not that he was complaining. It was usually little spats about what apartment had a more comfortable bed and Michelle getting angry that he would never let her pay for any of their outings.

She poked his bare chest and frowned. "You owe me coffee. Lots of coffee. Why don't you start a pot while I shower? I'll be down in 20."

"Fair." He pulled her in for a brief kiss before jumping out of bed. Michelle admired his back as he sauntered out of the bedroom with only his boxers slung low across his hips.

As she washed her hair she smiled and sighed. Sometimes she still had to pinch herself. She had been pining after Tony for months and was starting to feel a little bit pathetic. Even her best friend wanted to slap her for her non-stop whining for nearly a year.

She never thought it would flourish to anything more than some frustrating, albeit delicious, office sexual tension. All the stolen looks during meetings and flirtatious body language had finally come to fruition three weeks earlier when he asked her out. He stumbled through the words, glancing around the CTU parking lot nervously as he asked her if she felt like grabbing dinner that weekend. She couldn't believe it. After a few weeks and several dates, she finally invited him to stay the night. They were definitely still in the "getting to know you" phase where everything was new and interesting.

Michelle realized she was taking a little too long in the shower when she was shaken out of her daydream by the sound of the glass shower door swinging open.

"Mind if I join?" Michelle turned around and was met with a pair of large, dark eyes. She scanned his naked body and smiled, even more pleased with herself.

"Mmm I don't know, we might be late." She smiled at him as she pulled him under the stream. He pulled her in for a deep kiss and held her face in his palms. "You taste like coffee. You better have at least two cups left for me."

"Do you think I want to risk my life?" He smiled at her, knowing full well by now that caffeine was her lifeline.

Tony couldn't believe he had the balls to ask her out. He had been lusting after her for a long time and never expected anything to happen. After Nina, he swore he would never date anyone remotely in the same field as him. After a few failed dates with very nice and very average women he realized he could never really have a healthy relationship outside the office, and successfully do his job. It was no wonder most of his colleagues were divorced and single.

When he met Michelle he instantly felt at ease with her. She was smart, professional, but certainly no pushover. They had butted heads more than once over how to approach some intel and she never backed down on her opinions without a fight. He secretly liked that about her.

It wasn't until a couple of months of fighting his carnal thoughts about her that he realized something. She liked him too. Really liked him. He noticed that she would sometimes excessively touch her hair when they would be talking, like a nervous tick, and he would catch her looking at him during the day. Not that he didn't excessively look at her, either. He assumed she was single based on the fact that their hours were so obscene it seemed impossible. The day he asked her out he really wasn't planning on it, but they had walked out to their cars at the same time. They were having an easy conversation about favorite restaurants and after several minutes of lingering in front of their cars, he blurt it out. He was relieved when she smiled and said yes. After a couple of weeks of being exiled after some heavy make out sessions, he felt like a horny teen. Thank God she invited him into her bedroom when she did, because he didn't think he could handle one more night of going home with blue balls.

And now, here he was sliding against her naked form in the shower. He admired her body as his hands crawled down her sides, brushing against the outside of her breasts.

"Ok, I really need to get out. I need to get changed." Michelle broke him out of his reverie and she slipped out past him.

Twenty minutes later he found her sitting at the kitchen table sipping on her coffee and eating a bowl of cereal.

"You better head out," she told him without lifting her gaze from the newspaper. "I'll leave 15 minutes after you." They had a system down pat for every time they slept at the same apartment. One of them would always come in earlier than the other, so no one would suspect anything. They hoped any of their more aware coworkers would just assume they still had obvious crushes on each other, but nothing more.

Michelle stood up and straightened Tony's collar before kissing him goodbye. She was counting down the minutes until they could be themselves, alone again.