When Hank woke up the next morning, it took him a moment to realize where he was. It'd been a long time since he'd woken up somewhere other than his own bed.

As flashbacks to the previous night began to play in his mind, Hank smiled. He was sad to see that Layla wasn't in bed.

Sitting up, he heard noises in the kitchen and caught the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

Hank got up and headed to the bathroom off of the bedroom. After freshening up, he pulled on his dress pants and undershirt that he'd worn the night before.

When Hank came into the kitchen, Layla was sitting at the table drinking coffee and working on her laptop. Apparently, she'd already showered and was looking adorable in jeans and a striped top, thick-rimmed black-framed glasses on, hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Good morning." Hank said, his voice even rougher than normal having just woken up.

"Good morning." Layla replied, a smile on her lips.

"I didn't know you wore glasses?" Hank said, pouring himself a cup of coffee and leaning against the kitchen counter as he took a sip.

Layla closed her laptop and stood, walking over to him.

"They're for eye fatigue, from looking at computer screens all day."

"They're cute." Hank told her, smiling at her over the rim of his coffee mug as she approached him.

Layla slid the glasses off and sat them on the counter as Hank put his mug down. She stepped into his arms and kissed him, wasting no time in deepening the kiss, recalling memories of the previous night. Hank pulled her close and moaned as Layla's hands slipped under his t-shirt, her hands sliding around to his back, pulling him closer.

As they kissed, Hank turned them so that Layla's back was pressed against the counter. His lips made their way to her neck and she sighed deeply.

"Wait…" she said, distracted. She knew there was something she had to do - to tell him.

Hank's hands slipped under her shirt as he continued the trail of kisses down her neck, to her collar bone. Layla couldn't focus.

When Hank lifted her up suddenly and sat her on the counter, a ravenous look in his eye, she remembered what she was trying to say.

"Whoa cowboy. As much as I," Layla leaned down and kissed him deeply, "really want to do this. I have plans with Kim and Trudy in a few."

Hank sighed and let his head fall to rest on her shoulder in frustration, causing Layla to laugh.

Hank kissed her one more time, then backed up and helped her off the counter.

Layla reached up and ran her hand along his cheek, the stubble there rough against her skin.

"Rain check though?" She asked.

"Absolutely."

Layla walked back over to the table and retrieved her coffee mug, taking a sip as Hank leaned against the counter and did the same. The normalcy of sharing morning coffee together was a welcome change for both of them.

"So, what are you three doing?" Hank asked, curious.

"Brunch, with what I hope to be many, many mimosas, followed by pedicures."

"Kim said she needed a break from all that Intelligence testosterone," Layla waived her hand at him since he represented the unit, "so I suggested a girls day."

Hank laughed. "Trudy is going on a girls day?"

Layla made a face. "Well, I invited her. I wasn't really clear on if she's coming or not. We're all meeting at Cafe Luna in…" Layla looked at the time on the oven clock, "Oh, shit. I'm late. I haven't even called an Uber yet."

"I'll drive you. Let me just get my stuff." Hank told her, sitting his mug down on the counter. Layla watched as he walked into the bedroom and couldn't help the smile that spread across her face.

When Hank returned, he had his dress shirt on. His gun and badge were clipped to his belt.

Hank approached her and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.

"Last night was…"

He wasn't exactly sure how to describe it, so he didn't. But when Layla looked into his eyes, he knew it meant as much to her as it had to him.

"Yeah." She said softly, suddenly overwhelmed by emotions.

Hank kissed her tenderly.

"Okay," he said, looking around and patting his pockets.

"Just help me find my keys and we'll go."

After hunting for a few minutes, Layla finally found Hank's keys on the floor, underneath the dress she'd been wearing the night before. As she knelt down to pick them up, flashbacks of Hank taking the dress off of her filled her mind.

Hank cleared his throat and Layla jumped, turning to see him standing in the bedroom doorway.

"Found them." She said, lifting them up and jingling them as she stood, her cheeks flushed.

"Let's go."

Kim and Trudy both arrived at Cafe Luna before Layla and grabbed a table by the front window.

After ordering coffee, both women sat in an uncomfortable silence for a moment before Kim said, "So, Sergeant, did you have a good weekend?"

Trudy rolled her eyes and said, "Kim, we're off duty. You can call me Trudy."

A surprised, and slightly pleased, expression crossed Kim's face before she smiled and said, "Okay. Trudy."

Both women cringed a little at the unusual sound of Kim using the sargeants first name. But it was something they'd have to get used to when hanging out with Layla.

"So I hear the mayor's shin-dig was a big deal last night. Anything exciting happen?" Trudy asked.

"Not really. Just the usual schmoozing."

Trudy nodded and took a sip of her coffee.

"And Hank brought Layla?"

Kim nodded. "Yeah. Oh! Let me show you her dress."

Kim pulled out her phone and pulled up the photos she'd taken from the previous night. Trudy swiped through the photos.

"You guys clean up nice." Trudy observed, swiping through a few photos of Intelligence before landing on a candid picture Kim had taken of Layla and Hank from across the table. Hank was smiling at something she was saying.

Trudy let out a huff, a small smile on her lips.

"What?" Kim asked, curious which photo she was looking at.

"Hank smiling. Haven't seen that in a while."

"Yeah." Kim agreed.

When Trudy got to a bunch of selfies Kim had taken, she handed the phone back to her. Kim quickly put the phone back in her purse.

Trudy looked out the window just in time to see Hank's SUV pull up along the curb. She let out a chuckle and Kim followed her eyes.

The two women watched as Layla leaned over and kissed Hank, deeply, before jumping out and heading inside. It was raining slightly so she ran in quickly as Hank drove away.

Layla came in, wiped her feet and looked around. She smiled when she spotted the two women and hurried over to join them.

"Sorry I'm late." Layla told them, putting her purse over the back of the chair and sitting down.

Trudy, never one to shy away from anything uncomfortable, said, "So, you and Hank spent the night together huh?"

Layla, surprised, snapped her head up to look at Trudy.

"What?" Trudy asked, not phased. "He drove you to brunch on a Sunday morning. And if I'm not mistaken he was wearing a wrinkled dress shirt. Even Kim could figure that one out."

Kim looked up and gave Trudy an offended look that said, Really?

Layla blushed but lifted her head defiantly.

"As a matter of fact, we did. And we had the most incredible…"

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Kim said loudly, her hand held up.

"Please, I'm begging you. He's my boss."

Trudy laughed to herself. The whole reason she'd said anything was to get a rise out of Kim. She knew Layla could handle herself. It worked.

Layla nodded, satisfied that she hadn't let them embarrass her.

After a beat, Layla looked down at her menu.

"So what's good here?"

As the three women discussed the menu options, and ordered a round of mimosas, they settled into easy conversation and enjoyed their time together.