A/N: Ok, this comes out of a request from SYuuri. Its supposed to be the morning immediately following Personal Effects. In my mind there are about a billion ways that morning could have gone, so I'm not entirely satisfied with this... it was meant to be sweet with some amusing stuff, and to me it ended up sounding dopey. That's not to say I don't like this way, I just think I might need to write another one shot of the same damn situation at some point. But not right now, because I'm so damn tired and I have to read a case that's about a gazillion pages long for my class tonight (which is in like 4 hours, 3 of which are spent in another class). Anyways, I'm off to watch Blade Runner for the second time this year (AS IT IS REQUIRED IN TWO OF MY CLASSES). I'll probably fall asleep... or just write more of Changes which is mildly pissing me off at the moment.

So, that's my rant of the day, and here's the Morning After.

Sam squinted as he checked the time on his phone, his eyes still adjusting to the light coming off the screen. It was a few minutes before his alarm was set to go off, so he took a preemptive strike and shut it off. He rolled over and there she was. He'd slept so well, for the first time in what felt like forever, that he had nearly forgotten about the previous day.

Jules was still fast asleep, practically face down in her pillow - some things never changed. He wondered for a moment how she breathed with her face buried in the pillow like that. He knew from experience that when she wasn't smothering herself with the pillow she would push her face between his shoulder and the mattress, an arm draped over him so tightly he worried she might strangle him in his sleep. He smiled to himself as he thought of her morbid sleeping habits.

He propped himself up on an elbow, watching her. Her hair dropped over her face so that he could only really see from her chin up to her lips, and the very tip of her nose. He watched for a while as her hair danced under her breath; for some reason it amused him. Finally, he couldn't resist. He wanted to see more of her face so he started to push the stray hairs away from her face, carefully tucking them behind her ear.

As he did so she began to stir, and he hissed his out a breath of regret, hoping she would just go right back to sleep. Instead, her nose crinkled, she licked her lips, and her eyes slowly opened. "Hi," she mumbled with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't meant to wake you."

"Its ok," she told him, pushing her pillow closer to his. "How long have you been up?"

"Not long. How did you sleep?"

She grinned. "Good. Really good."

"Thats good." He lowered himself back down so his head was on the pillow, his face just inches away from hers.

"I missed you," she whispered, grabbing onto his hand.

He smiled. "I missed you too." He shifted a little closer to her, and placed a kiss on her cheek. He smiled, and thought for a moment. "Jules?"

She nodded. "I meant what I said."

There's no place I'd rather be.

It was all that needed to be said to convince them both that they would be ok, that they would make it out of whatever mess they were getting themselves into.

They'd had that discussion at some point the previous night, amongst other various nighttime activities. They'd come to an agreement about the status of their relationship - under the high school dictionary definition they were on again, although they both agreed they weren't interested in an off again. Then they had addressed the issue of the team, probation, their jobs. He pointed out that their secret relationship had come out last time and it was only a matter of time before it happened again. Then, in a moment that surprised them both, she told him she didn't care. She told him they'd cross that bridge when they came to it, together. She told him that when the time came that one of them had to be reassigned, or flat out let go, they would figure it out. And he agreed.

She smirked. "You still snore."

"And you still try to suffocate yourself with your pillow."

She laughed, "some things never change."

He smiled. "You talked in your sleep last night."

She eyed him skeptically. "No way. I don't do that."

"Yes, yes you do."

She eyed him some more, then gave in. "What did I say this time?"

"You started out mumbling something, and I asked what you were talking about because I honestly didn't think you'd fall asleep that quickly after… anyways, so I asked and you yelled at me."

"I yelled?"

"Well, maybe not yelled, but you got a little more forceful with your words. You said 'No! Stuffed. Animal. Babies!' "

"What?"

"Yep."

"Oh great…" she rolled her eyes.

He laughed. "Yep. What were you dreaming about anyways?"

She shrugged. "I don't remember."

She rolled onto her back so that she was staring at the ceiling. She vaguely remembered a dream she had had… thankfully Sam only understood the last part of what she said. Otherwise, considering they had been back together for less than 24 hours, it would have totally freaked him out.