Hello! Here's a second part since you seemed to like the first part so much. I might write more, please read and review! As usual I own nothing.

The first thing that Erin saw when she opened her eyes was a hand with burn-scarred fingers resting on her chest, the calloused fingertips brushing her collarbone with every breathe. As her eyes adjusted to the weak morning light, her eyes followed the arm down to a shoulder, further expanses of pale, freckled skin coming into focus. The woman next to her was breathing slow and deep, fast asleep on her side; all of the covers were kicked to the end of the bed and she was wearing a tight black sports bra and blue men's briefs, long golden hair falling about her face in a messy tangle.

Erin stared, her brain finally clicked with the events of last night piling into place. This was Holtzmann sleeping next to her, Holtzmann with her hair down because they were sleeping and who would want to sleep with all of those pins in? The engineer looked completely different like this, soft and relaxed and not moving. It was like the woman was always moving so fast that she had never been able to get a clear picture of her. She was pretty, beautiful even, with delicate features and a body that Erin, frankly, was insanely jealous of. When did the woman have time to work out? Weren't engineers supposed to be pasty and thin and weak little things? Though ghost busting wasn't the same as programming for sure…

Erin shifted slightly, readjusting her sweaty back on the mattress; she couldn't hear the whir of the air conditioners anymore, and the room had begun to heat up with the morning sun on the rise. As she shifted, Holtz's fingers danced lightly on her collarbone, falling to the side and coming to rest on her breast. Freezing, Erin awkwardly eyed the ceiling above her, wildly aware that the only reason to be embarrassed would be if someone was to bare witness to this and she doubted that Patty or Abbey were going to pop over the side of the bed with a video camera. But, then again you never knew with those two and she had demanded she sleep in Holtzmann's bed. Had seemed like a good idea at the time…

Loud vibration broke her troublesome freeze, and Holtzmann jerked awake with a fierce snort, bolting upright and grumbling as she dug into her underwear with abandon; Erin lay stock-still and stared wide-eyed as Holtz pulled her phone out of her briefs, wiped the screen across the front of her bra with a mumble and answered it, pushing her hair back out of her eyes with her other hand.

Erin could hear Abbey's voice coming out of the speaker, frantic and fast-paced as usual. Holtzmann, eyes scrunched closed against the morning light, nodded her head blearily, "Nah, nah, Abbey it's cool. Everything's fine she's not been abducted. No, not possessed or eaten either. No, Abbey, ABBEY, Christ woman she's fine. She's right here next to me," Holtz paused, scratching her head lightly as Abbey went off again; Holtz sighed and, eyes still closed, put the phone to her chest and leaned over towards Erin, "Erin, are you possessed by evil dead? Abbey is concerned," The engineer's voice was rough with sleep, as deep as Kevin's. Erin shook her head blankly, clearing her throat and croaking a simple "No" when she realized that the engineer could not, in fact, see the motion with her eyes closed. Holtz sat back up and put the phone to her ear again, "Nope, not possessed by evil dead. Okay, yeah. Breakfast at nine, creepy public restroom bust at 10. Got it." Holtz hung up the phone and shoved it back in her briefs, flopping back onto the mattress so hard that the whole bed swayed on its cables.

Erin relaxed and rolled onto her side facing the wall, closing her eyes, thinking that she might be able to grab another hours shut eye before breakfast.

"Gilbert" Erin rolled back to look over her shoulder, finding Holtz squinting at her with her arms out.

"Huh?" Erin stuttered, unsure what the engineer wanted.

"Gilbert, when you're in Holtz' bed, you snuggle with Holtz" the engineer groaned, obviously half asleep and utterly blind without her glasses on. Erin hesitated, "Gilbert, get your ass over here, this is your own making," the voice was surprisingly commanding and before Erin knew it, she had scooted back and Holtzmann was flush against her back, her calloused hand tucked neatly around her stomach.

Overall, Erin decided much later, the situation could have been much, much worse.