Her cellphone had been ringing repeatedly for fifteen minutes when she finally opened her eyes and groaned.

"God damn it," She muttered, reaching for the offending sound.

As she became conscious, she realized she was still dressed from the night before. She had an awful taste in her mouth, and her head was throbbing slightly.

"Fuck.." She grabbed the phone and flipped it open. "Eames."

"You sound like hell."

"Good morning to you, too, Captain."

"You and Goren have fun last night?"

She sat bolt upright, and a flush came to her cheeks. Deakins chuckled and cleared his throat. "Take two aspirin, a cold glass of water, and see me in an hour."

The fog of her hangover made her ponder what other hangover cure he had at the ready, until she realized that he meant work.

"And while you're at it, Eames, wake up Goren. I've been calling him for half an hour with no luck."

"Sure. Be right there, Sir." She mumbled, clapping the phone shut.

She slid out of bed and swayed into the living room. Her partner was lying uncomfortably on her couch, his feet sticking over the arm. He had a pillow over his face, presumably to block out the sound of his cell phone, which was still persistently beeping at him.

"God damn it," He muttered, as one hand waved in the general direction of the sound. The pillow was still pressed firmly over his face. She tried not to laugh as she weaved towards the kitchen for a glass of water.

Bobby woke to the chirping of his phone and the sound of things falling over. He tentatively pulled the pillow off of his face, squinting in the light. He was in Eames' apartment. Drunk, and... His eyebrow raised as he realized that he wasn't wearing any clothes. At least, he didn't think so. No, fuck, definitely not. He tried to locate his clothing, but from his vantage point was unable to.

"Want some water?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, thanks. Wait, on second thought, no, I--"

"Bobby?"

"Yeah.."

"Got a little warm?"

"It's like a fucking sauna in here, Eames."

"I know. I'm sorry. Pants?" She offered, as she picked them up off of the floor.

"Thanks." He held them over the blanket that was wrapped around him.

"Uh.." She looked at the various articles of clothing still lying on her floor. "I'll let you .. get your things together."


"Why did we drink so much?"

"I think rational thought flew out the window by the sixth shot."

"Why were we going shot for shot?"

"I just remember talking to Logan."

"I remember necking."

"Did we do anything else?"

"Hey, I was fully dressed."

"Look, I apologize for that, but damn it, if you would keep your thermostat at a reasonable temperature, I wouldn't be forced to disrobe as a matter of survival. Unless.."

"Unless what?"

"You sneaky wench."

"What!" She started laughing.

"That was your plan, wasn't it," He managed to look offended and hurt, all at once, as her gales of laughter filled the car.


"We were starting to take bets on whether or not you two would show." Barek grinned.

"Yeah yeah yeah, don't you guys have jobs?"

"Very funny." Logan shook his finger at Eames.

"So what's the story? Why are we here?" Goren sat down at the conference table.

"It turns out you were right," Barek smiled apologetically.

"Right?"

"Your drunken idea to watch the sewers?"

Goren stared at her. Eames snorted, and covered her mouth, though her entire body shook with the giggles she was keeping quiet.

"You're.. you're not serious,"

"Oh yeah. Our boy stank, too. I can't tell you what fun we had last night," Logan glared at Alex.

"Oh come on, it's funny,"

"Yeah, it's just hilarious." Logan muttered darkly.


A teaser? I know, I'm MEAN, aren't I. Want more? R&R!