A/N: For this one I thought it might be fun to explore some early days of Sonny and Lisa. This takes place not long after Lisa joined Bravo (whenever that might have been). Enjoy!

"DAV-IS! Rise and shine!" Sonny yelled as he banged on her front door. "We got work to do!"

It was 8:00am on a Saturday and the fussy, new ensign needed help from someone with a truck and Sonny had drawn the short straw. He wasn't looking forward to anything but having this over with so he could get on with his day. The new ensign was all business and she'd told him off for moving a couple cases the other day and hadn't even let him get a word in edgewise. He'd needed the space on the worktable. It wasn't his fault she'd left them there. Sonny didn't like change to begin with and now she'd gone and really rubbed him the wrong way.

So he'd shown up at her door exactly on time, just to prove to her that he wasn't the irresponsible jerk she'd made him out to be the other day. "DAVIS!" he shouted again, doubling his efforts. "Come on!"

He heard the deadbolt click and the door opened a fraction of an inch. "Quinn stop it!" she hissed at him.

He took a step back in surprise; she looked like shit. "Morning. Rough night?"

She squinted at him, one hand going to her head in an obvious tell. She had a headache. "What are you doing here?"

"Brought my truck. Just like you asked. On time."

She closed her eyes and slumped a little bit. "That was today. Shit. Sorry. Can we reschedule?"

"Reschedule? But I'm right here. On time." Hell if he was coming back again when they could take care of this right now.

"Yeah, I get it but I just…I can't today all right?"

The door across the hall opened and one of Lisa's neighbors stuck his head out. "You two mind?" he asked in annoyance.

"Sorry Brett," Lisa apologized.

"Take your party inside would you?"

"Yes, of course. Sorry," Lisa said again, stepping back so Sonny could enter her apartment.

The place was bright and sunny. Everything was neat and put away except for the coffee table which bore the remnants of a night of drinking. "You're hung over," he said gleefully. Maybe little miss perfect was more fun than she'd let on.

"No, I just didn't sleep well last night," she said rummaging through her cabinets and coming with a bottle of Tylenol.

"Uh, listen, if there's one thing I am an expert on besides kicking ass and taking names, it's the signs of a hangover. Come on. What happened? You got a guy hiding in the bathroom or something? It's okay. He can come out. I don't bite."

"Not your business Quinn."

"Davis come on, you gotta give me something here," he said with a grin. "You're up all night, hung over. Give me all the dirty details."

"My sister died, okay?" she said angrily. "My sister died, and it was my fault, and I was sad, so I drank. A lot. Happy?"

Well that definitely wasn't the answer he'd expected. The shit eating grin slid immediately off his face. "I uh, I'm sorry."

She shook her head. "Forget it. I shouldn't have said anything. Give me ten minutes and I'll be ready."

She disappeared into her bedroom, the door lock clicking in place behind her. Well, apparently Davis had some layers. And a history. Good to know.

A part of him wanted to just do whatever she needed done and get out of her hair. It was clearly what she wanted too. But she was team, which meant she was family. And when family was hurting, you figured out how to fix it.

She reappeared ten minutes later, her face still a little green, but with grim determination in her eyes. "Let's go."

"Now hang on a second," he said. "Ain't no reason we can't wait a bit."

"I'd really like to get this taken care of."

"Listen," he said. "I know we don't know each other all that well yet. But you might have noticed I'm a bit of a heavy drinker."

That got an amused smile. "I know a thing or two about a hangover. You're gonna be pukin' your guts out in my truck if we don't get you fixed up first. Take a seat. I'll make you the best hangover cure you've ever seen. You got any cayenne?"

"You really don't—"

"Yeah I do. No barfing in the truck. It's a rule."

She stood uncomfortably in the kitchen while he pulled ingredients from her cupboards. "You alphabetize your spices?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"It helps when you're in a hurry," she said with a shrug.

He spent five minute pouring things into a glass before handing it to her. "Drink up pal."

She wrinkled her nose and took a tentative sip, gagging immediately. "What the hell?!"

"Best hangover cure in Texas. Come on. You gotta drink the whole thing or it won't work."

She glared at him but took another sip. "So, you wanna tell me what's got you so twisted up?" he asked. "Something about your sister?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Well me neither. But if it's got you so turned around you can't even see straight, might be worth mentioning."

She grew quiet, took another sip of the foul drink. "There was a fire," she said finally. "My mom wasn't home. I got my sister Ronnie out but my other sister Michelle…" She shrugged. "I couldn't get to her."

"You were just a little kid," Sonny said. He knew family. His mama and his sisters never let him forget it. He couldn't imagine how awful it must have felt, how scared she must have been.

"Doesn't matter. I was the oldest. I should have done something."

"Where was your mom?"

Davis shook her head. "She was out. She was always out."

"Any reason you picked last night to drown your sorrows in," he picked up a bottle off the coffee table, "bottom shelf tequila?"

"It would have been Michelle's birthday today. I didn't realize or I wouldn't have scheduled the pick up for today."

"Damn. Sucks."

"Yep."

He looked at her, really and truly looked at her for the first time since she'd come to work with them. He'd thought she was some kind of tough, persnickety, robot lady. Turned out maybe there was more to her than that. "What about your other sister?"

"Ronnie? We're not in touch. I think…it's complicated."

He nodded. He knew a little about that too. "And your mom?"

"She's not a part of my life anymore. Not sure she ever really was."

That had to hurt. His mama had always been there for him. More often than not to whoop his ass for some boneheaded stunt he'd pulled, but there was a lot of genuine love between them. "Family's complicated," he said.

"Some more than others." She took another sip and eyed him suspiciously. "This isn't like some kind of hazing trick is it? You make me drink this and then I barf it up all over or it makes my tongue turn blue or something?"

"Nah. We don't haze the support staff. We know what side our bread's buttered on."

"Smart."

They did eventually manage to get going and pick up the bookshelves Davis needed and get them into her apartment. Sonny found himself laughing a lot more than he would have thought. Davis was actually pretty fun. And comfortable to be with. Definitely all lady, with a solid head on her shoulders and an understanding of the kind of life they were both living. It was different. Good.

"Thanks again Sonny," she said as she walked him to the door. "I appreciate the help."

"Anytime," he said, and meant it. She'd solidified her spot as a friend today. "Hey Davis?"

"Yeah?"

"You've got a family here now with Bravo. Next time give us a call. No reason you gotta drink by yourself. That's no fun anyway."

She smiled. "I'll keep that in mind."

A/N: I kind of loved the idea that Sonny's opinion of Lisa wasn't great. We know he's change resistant and I imagine Lisa probably came in and was super no-nonsense to make sure she could do her job and command respect from the guys. Leave your love in the reviews!