Hey! Another installment! Finally, the time arrives to discover who is it that Elena ended up in bed with...Oh, thanks for the reviews! It makes me happy to know you guys are reading and enjoying it! I promise the next chapter is going to be nice and long. Especially I'm only planning on two more chapters after that one. Anywho, enjoy the new chapter!

Elena opened her eyes. She didn't realized that she had fallen asleep again. Her headache had subsided slightly, but she could still feel a dull throbbing in her forehead. She was on her side, facing a worn dresser. A few of the drawers were opened with shirts and boxers lying out haphazardly over the edge. She couldn't feel the warm body next to her. Slowly, she rolled over and noticed he was gone. Water was running behind a closed door on the opposite side of the room from the dresser. He was in the shower. Elena sat up slowly, trying carefully not to evoke dizziness from her hangover.

"Wow, he is messy," she said quietly looking at the room around her. Clothes were everywhere. She almost couldn't pick out hers from the many white shirts and black suit pants and jackets strewn about. It was intriguing, this room that screamed his name from every corner, and yet had a certain hominess that she wasn't expecting. It was so unlike her spotless apartment across town. Or, at least she thought was across town. She had never been here before and was unsure of her bearings. Carefully, Elena swung her legs out over the edge of the bed and reached down to pick up the nearest white shirt on the floor. Sliding it on, it become obvious it wasn't hers, but surprisingly, she didn't mind. She stood and buttoned it up slightly, thinking that it smelled like him. It was big and hit her mid-thigh.

Curiosity got the better of her as she stepped towards the pictures sitting on the dresser. One was of the Turks: Reno, Rude, Tseng and herself, along with President Shinra. She recognized it from several pictures that had been taken at a company party last year. They all looked serious, excluding Reno who could never look serious. The other picture looked as if it has been taken at the same party, but she hadn't seen it before. It was her laughing, an uncommon action to catch her in. She picked it up and gazed at it, quietly studying the woman behind the glass. She found herself wishing that she could be more like her all the time.

"That's my favorite picture of you," he said from across the room. Elena put the picture down and turned around. She hadn't noticed that the shower was off. "You should wear my clothes more often. They look much better on you than me," Reno said as he stood in the doorway to the bathroom. Elena swallowed as she took in his lean body, wrapped in only a white towel. His bright red hair was wet and crazy, not much different from the messy ponytail that he normally kept it in.

"I didn't know that picture existed. How did you get it?" she asked, leaning against the dresser. Reno shrugged.

"It was in the bunch of pictures that were taken at the party and I knew you would get all uptight if it circulated through the office. So I took it," he said, walking into the room. Elena looked to the ground. He was right. Since when did Reno know so much about her?

"What happened last night?" she asked, glancing up at him. Reno looked slightly confused as he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"You don't remember?" he asked. Elena shook her head.

"To be honest, I'm not even sure I remember where you entered into the evening," she said softly, hugging herself. He sighed, running his fingers through his long, wet hair.

"You-, you honestly don't remember? Anything?" he asked, looking up at her. Elena could tell he was hurt, but she couldn't help it. She did remember that she had a lot to drink last night, a lot more than usual. But everything else was a large blur.

"I-," she started. But then she stopped, contemplating what to say next. The whole situation was awkward. "I'm sorry," she said quietly. Reno shrugged.

"It's not your fault. I guess I didn't realize how much you had to drink before I got there," he said, looking at the ground. Elena reached down and started gathering up her clothing. Locating her black bra and underwear was easy, but finding the rest of her work clothes, turned out to be a little more difficult. Elena threw aside several articles of Reno's clothing, wondering just how crazy things had gotten last night. Reno watched her from the bed, wanting to say something but keeping quiet. She located her pants and pulled them on, but didn't seem to see her white shirt anywhere. Reno could sense that she was trying desperately to get out of his apartment as quickly as she could.

"You can just leave it. I'll find it later and wash it for you. Unless that's your only shirt," he said. Elena stopped and looked up at him. She had just picked up her black jacket.

"Okay," she said after a few moments of silence. She shrugged on the jacket and turned to walk out of the room, still gripping her bra and underwear that were now waded into a little, black ball. The living room was a stark difference to the bedroom. It was clean, organized and yet still homey. Elena noted the gamestation hooked up to the large TV as she reached down to pick up her purse from a recliner. Ever the child at heart was Reno. Silently, she stuffed her undergarments into her purse and walked across the room to the front door, pausing to slip into her shoes. She turned around to see Reno behind her.

"I'm sorry," she said again, trying not to look into his eyes too long.

"No, I'm the one who's sorry," he said quietly. Elena bit her bottom lip and turned to leave. Silently, she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. Reno slowly shut the door behind her as she began walking away quickly, hugging herself.

"I can't believe she doesn't remember," he though as all the memories of the night before danced around in his head. Of all the things that were said. He leaned his still damp forehead against the cold door and prayed to the gods that Elena would remember.