A pounding within her temple was the first thing Hailey felt as she woke up. Before she could even begin to open her eyes, the pounding intensified and she winced in response, finally opening her eyes and squinting due to the sun streaming in. The bright light that filled her vision only made her headache worse and she groaned, putting a hand up to her head in an attempt to sooth the pain within her head. After exhaling sharply, Hailey finally mustered up the strength to roll over onto her back and open her eyes again, allowing them to adjust to the sun coming in from her window. She groaned again as she slowly sat up, leaning against her headboard as she buried her face in her palms, the cold from her hands temporarily helping her awful migraine. She began to wonder why she had such a dreadful headache and in her tired state, it took her awhile to realize that she was hungover since she knew her head hurt due to the blow she received last night, but this headache was much worse than it should've been. She was hungover because, obviously, she drank way too much last night. She drank way too much last night because…

She removed her palms from her face and rested them on her bent knees, her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked down, contemplating last night.

Why did she drink too much last night?

Wait.

She shook her head, scoffing a little to herself.

Booth.

The thought of him put a bad taste in her mouth, but he was why she drank so much last night.

More from last night began to get pieced together. She didn't go to Molly's; she stayed in and drank by herself until Jay came by. He offered to keep her company since she refused to go out, but she tried to say no. She confessed to him that it was in fact Garrett who pulled Booth off of her that night on New Year's Eve. He comforted her and she tried again to tell him to leave once she composed herself, but he refused. They kept drinking, talking, and then…

Hailey felt her head tilt as she tried to remember what happened after.

As she tried to remember, the smell of coffee being made filled her nose and she noticed what she was wearing. A CPD hoodie that was much too big to be her's.

Oh no.

Oh no. They did not.

Hailey quickly looked down at herself and saw she was wearing no bra and no pants.

No! How could she have done this with one of her colleagues. Not with her partner.

She sprung up and pushed away the aching in her head, grabbing a pair of leggings and slipping them on before sighing, running her hands through her hair.

She knew Jay was out there; she could smell the coffee and could hear his steps outside her door and in her kitchen. She had to face this. She had to and she had to apologize if they were ever going to be able to get over this. All she had to do was walk in their, apologize, say last night was a fluke, politely ask Jay to leave, and act like nothing happened last night while at work. Simple.

Hailey nodded to herself, liking the plan she just put together and blew out a puff of nervous air, nodding again to bury her anxiety and exited her bedroom. She firmly walked into the kitchen and saw Jay at the stove, making some kind of breakfast which Hailey now smelled. He didn't seem to notice or hear her, as he was still at the stove and didn't look back when she walked in. She headed to the counter, resting her arms on it, and cleared her throat. Jay's head shot back and he smiled in her direction, laughing.

She probably looked like Hell. She certainly felt like it.

"Look who's up," he chuckled, turning back to the stove. "I gotta give it to you, Upton. You can handle a lot of liquor. You got in about 4 more shots than I expected."

Hailey was taken aback by Jay's light hearted attitude towards the situation. He was making coffee, breakfast, and jokes like nothing happened last night.

"Heh, yeah," Hailey scoffed hesitantly, sitting on a stool at the counter. She leaned in a little and lowered her voice. "What happened last night?"

"What?" Jay asked, looking back again with an eyebrow raised. "You don't remember me stopping by?"

"No, no, I do, but…" Hailey said slowly, looking down. "After that."

"After me coming in?" he asked, turning off the stove and dumping the contents of the pan on a nearby plate. Hailey saw that he made eggs and couldn't help but smile a little at Jay taking care of her. Her smile quickly disappeared when she remembered what occured last night. "Uh...nothing?"

"Nothing?" Hailey confirmed, not liking how Jay answered.

"Yeah," Jay scoffed. "Nothing. We had some drinks, talked, kept drinking and then you, um…" Jay said slowly, pointing to his mouth. "Had a little accident and got it in your shirt and pants. I gave you my sweatshirt and then you went to bed."

Hailey looked down again at the sweatshirt she was wearing and tried to comprehend what Jay just told her.

Did they really not sleep together? Did they just talk, and that was it?

Hailey couldn't decide if she was relieved or a little disappointed, but figured it was probably for the best that they didn't hook up. Certainly that would ruin both of their careers if anyone found out, but she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they…

She stopped herself when Jay spoke, breaking the awkward silence.

"But I'm flattered that you think we slept together, I really am," he said, easily reading Hailey's thoughts.

"Where did you-"

"I took the couch," Jay answered before Hailey finished her question, nodding to the sofa in the living room of Hailey's apartment. Jay laughed again at Hailey's mildly bewildered expression and she sighed, forcing a nervous laugh.

"Well, sorry that you had to see all that," Hailey said, regarding her throwing up on her clothes. She tilted her head, grimacing. "I didn't get any on you, did I?"

"No, you didn't blow any chunks on me," Jay joked and Hailey rolled her eyes, not being able to help from releasing a chuckle. She appreciated his constant joking this morning. It relieved her embarrassment and made her feel much less vulnerable than she wanted to appear last night in from of her partner. She figured he was doing this on purpose and felt it was a bit like he was trying too hard to cheer her up and be easy around her, but she didn't mind. She was glad he was here.

"Good," Hailey said as Jay put the plate of eggs in front of her, along with a cup of coffee. "Otherwise I would've never been able to get over that embarrassment. Already enough I have to get over from last night."

Hailey noticed Jay's smile go away after her comment about her being vulnerable last night and her stomach twisted when Jay's eyes turned soft.

"You got nothing to be embarrassed about," he said in a low voice. "Ok? Nothing to be embarrassed about."

Hailey glanced down and nodded, looking back up to her partner's serious, but worried and caring, expression. "Got it."

"Good," Jay said, echoing what Hailey said just a minute ago. Hailey took a sip of coffee as Jay wandered over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.

"Thanks for breakfast by the way," Hailey said, changing the subject. Jay's smile returned and he nodded.

"Figured some grease would help your...situation," he said, pointing to his head, regarding Hailey's hangover.

"Grease?" Hailey repeated, looking down at the scrambled eggs and laughing. "They're just eggs."

"Yeah, eggs with a bunch of butter," Jay said and headed over to Hailey, taking the plate from in front of her and tilting it so the light hit it in a certain way. Hailey looked at Jay with a confused and curious expression and he nodded to the plate. "Look, see how it catches the light?"

Hailey glanced down and sneered, sucking in her teeth while looking at the very shiny eggs in front of her. "Wow," she exhaled, raising her brows and looking back up at Jay. "Those are some glossy eggs."

"That's the only way to make 'em," Jay shrugged, setting the plate back down in front of Hailey and took another sip of coffee. Hailey reluctantly took a bit of the scrambled eggs and gave Jay a wry smile as he watched her eat. "Good, right?"

"Great," Hailey said sarcastically. "I can feel my heart clotting as we speak."

"Ha ha," Jay mocked and checked his watch. "Look, I'm gonna head home and shower and then I'll swing back here in about an hour."

"Jay, I don't need-"

"Yeah, I know you don't need me around," Jay interrupted, his smile going away once more and his eyes growing soft again. "But...I need to be around you, ok? Last night was rough and...I just wanna be there for you. At least for today."

Hailey felt her own eyes become soft as her eyes slanted upwards in a sympathetic way. She sighed, nodding reluctantly after a few seconds of silence.

"Alright, I'll be here," she answered and Jay seemed to breath a sigh of relief, nodding and satisfied with Hailey's reaction.

"Sounds good, I'll see you in a few," Jay said and exited Hailey's apartment.

Sorry, I know it's short. Just a little intro to some Upstead that'll be in this story. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!