Bill Adama was comfortably asleep in his warm rack when his phone buzzed. He opened his eyes and absent mindedly took the phone off the wall and answered, "Adama."

"Bill, it's 0900, where the hell are you?" Saul Tigh's voice yelling at him from the other end of the phone was definitely not the first thing Bill wanted to hear in the morning. He looked over at his clock, cringed at his apparent tardiness for his shift in CIC, and swung his legs out of the rack and planted his feet firmly on the floor.

"I'll be right there Saul." Bill hung up the phone and turned to look at the woman in his rack who was slowly waking up and had just placed a delicate hand on his arm.

"What time is it Bill?"

"We overslept, Laura. It's 0900."

Laura Roslin, President of the Twelve Colonies, groaned and turned over, pushing her head into the pillow, hoping for five more minutes of rest before returning to the chaos that had become routine during her fateful presidency.

Bill chuckled at the sight of his lover's futile attempt at more sleep and gently rubbed her back. "Laura, if I have to get up and work, so do you."

"No I don't, I'm in the Admiral's quarters and I'm working on military-civilian relations . . ."

Before Laura could finish her protestation Bill began to tickle her side, making her wiggle out of her comfortable position. "Fine, fine! I'm up!"

"Good." Bill started getting dressed and tossed Laura her clothes that she had neatly folded and set on the leather chair the night before. "Don't forget about tonight. I don't want to get a call from Tory saying that you had to miss Saul's birthday dinner because you had a meeting with Tom Zarek that ran late."

"I wouldn't miss Saul's birthday for all the tyllium in the universe. I hear Captain Thrace has a surprise for him?"

"That's what Lee told me too. I don't know what it is though. Whatever it is I just hope it won't land her in brig."

"I thought she and Saul were on considerably better terms after coming back from New Caprica?"

"You never can tell with those two." Bill glanced back at the clock. "I'm surprised Tory hasn't sent in an armed Marine guard to make sure I haven't kidnapped you. You might want to reconsider telling her about us. She's not our enemy, she could help create more official Presidential visits to Galactica . . ."

Laura smiled as she was pulling up her pantyhose, "Absolutely not, Bill. I just want to keep our relationship between us and it's too early for us to be having that argument again. I told her I was going to be spending part of the morning in Galactica's gym. And you're right, it really does smell like the inside of a shoe." Laura stood up in front of a fully dressed Admiral and he took her into his arms and kissed her quickly.

"We should probably get going. Looks like it's going to be a busy day."

Laura put her hand on Bill's neck and her eyes were intently focused on something specific she found there. As soon as she realized what it was, she began to laugh uncontrollably.

"Bill, um, I think you should go take a look in the mirror."

Bill eyed her suspiciously but did what he was told and walked into the head. He took one look at himself in the mirror and saw the large hickey that was prominently displayed on his neck. "Frak."