A/N- Argh. There are 16 chapters of this and I was hoping to copy and paste them in so they all went up yesterday, but the document upload and the edit feature won't work properly. So the chapters will be up when it lets me put them up. Glad people are reading this, if there are mistakes I'm sorry, but I'm far too afraid to read these chapters again, it was the first thing I wrote and I'm kinda scared to read it. I will try and fix the paragraphing though, didn't realise it was as bad as it is.

Tony awoke to a sharp surge of pain through his ankle. Biting back a scream, he forced his eyes open, sitting up and trying to assess why it was that his ankle should be hurting. This was not a good idea, his head flared with a blinding agony and he identified this, combined with the nauseous feeling in his stomach, as a particularly bad hangover. His attempt at sitting up caused the weight pressing against him to shift slightly, stopping the throbbing in his ankle. Adjusting his eyes to the light, Tony realised he hadn't the faintest idea where he was. It occurred to him that it wasn't normal for there to be a weight pressing against him, and he couldn't fathom why there should be now. Moving with a lethargy consistent with the befuddlement he felt, he identified the weight as a body. For a moment, he was unable to figure out why there should be a body pressed up against him. In a sudden start that pushed his back firmly against the sofa, he realised that it wasn't a body, it was her body, and he guessed the reason why she was pressed against him in a surge of embarrassment.
Very slowly, he lowered himself back down, and ran his fingers down the soft skin of her back to check his suspicions. An immense wave of relief washed over him upon discovering that she still had her underwear on. Ignoring the pain in his head, he allowed himself to melt against her, his fingers continuing to make their way across her back.

He was almost asleep again when he felt tears running down his chest. He lifted he head gently and saw that there were indeed tears coming from her face, which was no longer peaceful, but had been torn up by a look of terror. "Hey, Michelle, wake up." He whispered at her, wiping the tears from her face. "It's just a dream."

Without opening her eyes, she replied, "Its not though, is it? They're all dead, Paula, Mr. Mason." Her voice was heavy with sleep. She pulled herself closer to him, needing to feel his warmth. Still not really awake, one hand buried itself in his hair, the other was on his back, holding him as close as possible. His hands were still on her back, and he buried his head in her mass of dark curls, giving her the reassurance she needed.

It wasn't until she had begun tracing the muscles on his chest that she woke up enough to comprehend the situation. She reluctantly drew her head back, the pounding in it intensifying with her movement. She looked at him quizzically, her eyes drawn automatically to his.

"You're memory shot too?" His memories of the previous evening were all but gone, he remembered arriving, drinking a lot, the shiver that ran down his spine as her tongue entered his mouth, but mostly he drew a blank.

She nodded, her eyes not leaving his, the softness that sleep had left in them mesmerising her. She guessed his answer meant that she hadn't done anything too stupid. Allowing him to draw her closer, she felt a wave of nausea hit her, and wondered how much she'd had to drink. Judging by the empty bottles on the floor, far too much.

Unable to bear the pain in her head, she pulled herself from his grip, explaining that she needed to get painkillers. He nodded as she stood, and then reached out to steady her as she swayed. He sat her back down, ignoring the need that ran through him as one of her hands grazed the inside of his leg.

"Where are they?" He asked, aware of her eyes examining him as he stood before her and feeling particularly self conscious.

"In the cupboard," she said absently, her mind focused entirely on the tensing of the muscles in his chest as he breathed.

"That's not useful," he said, using the walls to support him as he wandered into her kitchen.

He jumped slightly as her arms snaked about his waist, her lips buried in his back. She pointed to the cupboard and they both took several tablets. In comparison to the awkward silence that had been present in Tony's kitchen the previous day, the silence which filled Michelle's kitchen was enjoyable. Satisfied at his motives and feelings, Michelle allowed herself to relax against him, her tongue exploring his body as his fingers sent shivers through hers.

This silence was broken by Tony swearing rather loudly. He had just noticed the time. "I'm supposed to be at work in half an hour."

Michelle looked at him, confused, "I thought you said we didn't have to be in till 4." She really didn't want him to go.

"You don't, but Chappelle wants me in early, he didn't say why but I don't imagine it'll be good, not after what I said to him before he left." This made him smile, he had enjoyed being able to tell Chappelle what he really thought, and he knew it was probably going to be the only opportunity he ever got.

He wandered into the living room and picked up his clothes which had been crumpled into a messy pile on the floor. His t-shirt was still wet and stank of alcohol, there was no way that Ryan Chappelle was going to let him get away with turning up to work dressed like that, but at the same time, he knew that there wasn't enough time to go home and get changed.

Michelle watched him examine his clothes, and felt incredibly embarrassed as her memories returned. "God Tony, I am so sorry."

Tony turned to face, surprise written all over her face, "Don't be, I'm not complaining." He looked at her, standing in the middle of the room in just her underwear, god he was so not sorry.

Catching the look in his eyes, Michelle bit her lip to stop the smile that threatened to break onto her face. She knew Tony would need some clothes for work, but her brother had taken all of his stuff. She really didn't want his first day as CTU director to be screwed up because of her clumsiness. She thought of the clothes she had borrowed yesterday, they weren't really suitable for work, but unless he wanted to borrow one of her skirts it was the best he was going to get. Besides, they wouldn't look so bad with one of the jackets he kept at work.

Tony used her bathroom to try and clean himself up a bit and to change. He was quite surprised to discover that amongst the clothes she had borrowed yesterday was a pair of his boxers, he liked the idea of her in his boxers a lot. Looking at himself in the mirror, he knew Ryan was going to take issue with what he was wearing, but it was the best he could do.

When he emerged, he found that she had changed and was tidying up. He gave her a hand until the taxi arrived, hopefully the last one that he would have to take. Kissing her softly, he made sure that she was going to be ok before he left. He wished CTU had been able to give them more than two days, but with the attempt on the President's life, he knew that even two days had been a stretch. He made a promise that he would book himself some time off as soon as possible, preferably at the same time as Michelle.

It wasn't until he arrived at work that he realised just how much he needed that.