I wake up to a pounding headache, as the sun hit my face.

I squint my eyes trying to recall the events of the previous night.

The last couple of weeks had been rough for numerous reasons and this headache is really not helping.

I remember going to Molly's after closing the case.

I remember all of us sitting around our regular table.

I remember Firehouse 51 joining us at some point.

As I get up to get a glass of water, I hear a soft groan next to me. That I don't remember. Movie-like, I lift up my sheets a little to reveal what's underneath. Or what isn't.

"Shit", I mumble as I look at the body next to me.

My eyes wander from the brown hair to the clock that is standing on the night stand.

"Shit", I repeat myself louder than intended.

I can see the woman next to me bringing one hand up to her head, while her other hand falls down on my side of the bed, landing right next to my head.

My guess is, she was trying to hit me.

I put on a shirt and walk around the bed, trying to figure out who is still laying in it.

Since I can't make out her face, I head to the kitchen, figuring she had to wake up at some point.

I gulp a glass of water with my Aspirin and decide to make some coffee as I wait for the pain killers to do their wonders.

'What did you do?' is the only thing roaming around in my head. It has barely been two weeks since… My thoughts get interrupted as I hear footsteps coming closer.

I am not entirely sure whether I want to know who it is. I have no idea who it could be, though I immediately knew who it was not.

"Oh god." I exclaim as I turn around and look at the woman standing in front of me.

She looks at me with big eyes, seeming about as surprised as I feel.

"Do we need to talk about this?", she asks with a tone in her voice that I can't quite define. "I mean, I know we do, but do we?"

"Coffee?" I ask back. Maybe we really didn't need to talk about this.

"Sure." she replies, watching me take out a second mug and pouring the brown liquid in it.

I reach over to hand it to her, when I catch her eyes for a moment. She's pretty. It had never crossed my mind before.

"Breakfast?" I question desperate to break the tension.

"Seriously?" she laughs.

"What?", I reply as I chuckle, "It's not like it could get a lot more awkward than this."

"You've got a point there."

It doesn't take me too long to whip up some scrambled eggs and a few pieces of bacon. We really don't have time for this, but I can't possibly just leave the situation like that. I'm really not the kind of guy who would kick her out after a night. On the other hand, I'm also not the guy who would just-

"So, last night?" she starts, interrupting my train of thought, as she takes a plate from me and seats herself on the other side of the counter, opposite from me.

'What did you do?'

"Yeah", is all I can bring out. No matter how hard I try, I can't find a single word to say about it.

"I guess that, um, happened?", she doesn't know what to say either, which is pretty rare, I assume.

From the way she phrases the question, I guess she can't recall last night either.

"Yeah." I say again. I'm trying to decide which is worse, the fact that it happened or the fact that apparently neither of us can remember it.

"What's next?" I ask as I put down our emptied plates in the sink.

"Drop me off at my place, I'll get a change of clothes and I'll see you at work.", she answers me immediately and without thinking twice about it.

'What did you do?'

"Sounds like a plan." I try to smile but fail miserably.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.", she states, emphasizing the last word. There's no need to spell it out, I know exactly who she's talking about. After all, I spent my morning thinking about no one else.

"Now, get moving", she adds.

I smile at the light bossiness in her voice. It doesn't really suit her that well.

"Where do you even live?"


I watch her get out of my car and into her apartment building, before I drive away. I'm going to be so late, but that's going to be alright. I know she will be even later and I know Platt will give her crap for it, as usual.

The entire way to work, I try to remember what happened the night before but none of it comes back to my mind.

As I pull up to the district, I struggle to find a way to get through the day.

'What did you do?'

Once I get to the station, I wave Platt 'Hello' and basically jump up the stairs to Intelligence. Everybody else is already there, talking about the new case.

Erin is the first to notice me, giving me a gentle smile.

'What did you do?'

AN: Hey there, I haven't written anything in a very long time, so please don't be too hard on me.

Tell me what you think about it. xx