Title: Walk of Shame

Author: SneetchesToo

Pairing: Owen/Michelle

Rating: General

Summary: Day 3: Teamwork Makes the Dreamwork – Michelle with Tim/Nancy

Author's Note: #MichelleBlakeWeek2020. I have no idea how to write these two so I hope this works.

Michelle was running late.

Very, very late.

And there was only person to blame.

And it wasn't herself.

"I'm going to kill…" She stopped dead in her tracks when she rounded the corner and Tim and Nancy were waiting for her.

She hadn't expected them to be downstairs.

She hadn't expected anyone to be downstairs.

Especially given the fact that she was currently doing the walk of shame in the same outfit she had worn to the bar last night.

And she was more than likely sporting a new hickey or two.

"Morning Captain…" Tim raised an eyebrow as his eyes gave her a once over.

"Rough night?" Nancy was holding back a chuckle but her eyes gave her away.

They were on to her.

They had to be.

"Just overslept is all." Yeah, overslept.

Right through her alarm, and Owen's, and TK banging on the bedroom door to remind them both that they were going to be late.

Neither of them cared though.

That much was evident by the fact that she had to practical sprint down the stairs and to her car in order to keep Owen from going for another round.

"Riiiight." Tim's response was sarcastic and she rolled her eyes as she stopped before them.

"You're wearing the same clothes you wore to the bar last night." Only Nancy would notice that, but once Tim caught on, his eyes went wide.

Michelle was going to kill Owen.

"Spent the night with a friend." She tried to head for the locker room but Tim stepped in front of her, his hands going to his hips like he was some kind of dad.

"Would that friend have a name?" Oh so they were going to interrogate her now?

What was she, sixteen?

"Yes." But she wasn't going to give it away.

"Would that friend's name happen to be Captain Strand?" She was shocked when the question left Nancy's mouth.

"How…?" Not that she wanted to know what gave them away.

"Because he's also currently… late." Okay, that was a good point.

"Coincidence?" But it could also just be a coincidence.

"We saw you two leave together last night…" There's no way!

They were careful.

Always careful.

"He walked me to my car. Is that a crime?" So maybe they had been seen together outside the bar, but Owen was a polite guy, and he would totally be the kind of guy to walk her to her car after a night out.

"No. But the way he was grabbing your ass should be." Oh for Christ's sake, they saw that.

"I…" She didn't know what to say so she just gave up, her shoulders slumping as she sighed.

"Everything okay here Captain Blake?" The sound of Owen's voice from behind her caused her to turn around, her eyes catching sight of him.

He was dressed in clean clothes, his hair styled just perfectly, his shades on and a small smirk on his face.

He must have known what was going on.

"Everything's fine." She hissed out before turning back toward her crew mates. "Just explaining to these two that I spent the night with a friend. They seem to think I was out with a guy."

"Ah." He nodded his head as he walked past them. "Don't pick on her too much you two. From the looks of it, she had a long night."

She didn't miss the wink he gave her as he removed his shades and then headed up the stairs.

Oh he was such a dead man.

Tim and Nancy both gave her a look that told her it wasn't worth trying to defend herself.

She had been busted and she knew it.

"I'm gonna go shower." She shoved past them and toward the locker room, not missing the sounds of their laughter as she stepped inside the small space.

Sometimes she felt like she worked with a bunch of children.