A/N: Thanks to lukadreaming for betaing it.
Sarah couldn't decide what was worse: waking up with a hangover or waking up with a hangover and an unknown person next to you in bed.
'Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic,' she repeated to herself as, very slowly, she turned her head to see who it was. It took a couple of seconds for her to recognise the person next to her.
"Becker, what the hell are you doing in my bed?"
"Morning to you too."
"This isn't funny!" she exclaimed sitting up, the sound of her voice made her head hurt. She looked down at herself, then at Becker. "I'm still wearing the clothes I had on yesterday."
He sat up too. "So am I. Do you remember anything that happened last night?"
Slowly a few vague memories came back.
"Something to do with cards?"
Becker nodded. "The short version – Danny invited us all out for a night of poker, you lost badly before calling it a night and consoling yourself by drinking…. a lot, I brought you home but you were so drunk I thought I'd better stay and look after you."
Sarah frowned. "That doesn't explain why you're in my bed, though."
"You insisted."
"I what?" Although she used a softer tone of voice, when she jerked her head to look at him it made everything spin.
"You asked me where I was going to sleep and when I said in that chair," he pointed over to a chair which had some clothes strewn across it, "you said that it wasn't comfortable and insisted that I share the bed with you."
Sarah considered what he'd said. "Well, that chair really isn't as comfortable as it looks."
"You also said if I tried anything you'd castrate me."
"That definitely sounds like something I would say."
Becker smiled.
"Thanks for staying." Sarah relented.
"No problem."
"I didn't kick you in my sleep, did I?"
"No. You do snore, though."
"Sod off!"
"You do! It's not that loud, I still managed to get to slee-ow!" He rubbed the sore spot on his leg where she had kicked him.
"So who won the game?"
"Connor."
"Yeah, right."
"Honestly, the guy's like Rain Man."
Becker's mobile rang and Sarah covered her ears to block out the sound. He looked at her apologetically and answered the phone.
"Hi Danny, what's up?" While Becker talked Sarah slid over to the side of the bed and got out slowly.
I'm not going to throw up, I'm not going throw up, I'm not going to–' As she ran for the bathroom she overhead Becker tell Danny.
"I don't think Sarah's going to be coming in today."
