Dawson opened her eyes the tiniest bit, and snuggled down into the amazingly warm comforter that seemed to be surrounding her body in the most amazing warmth. Her bed had never felt like this before, the usual hard bed frame had been replaced by memory foam, and the pillows seemed to eat her head unlike her own that had you constantly shifting to find the perfect spot among the feathers. She faintly smelled bacon and eggs, a smell that even with her skilled cooking rarely came from her kitchen. She wondered why, and resisted the urge to go back to sleep, and instead opened her eyes. She sat up abruptly, the warm blanket no longer bringing her comfort when she noticed that she was not in a room that was familiar to her. She glanced left and right quickly, and was blasted away by a horrible headache, she expected from getting drunk the night before. She let out a groan, and feel back into the pillows. She looked at the bed side table next to her, and saw a picture of someone she defiantly recognized. Right as realization set in she heard a knock at the door.
"Come in..." she said quietly, hoping who walked through the door wouldn't be who she thought.
"Good morning sleepyhead. I was about to wake you up. Our shift starts in an hour." Casey responded in a playful tone. He liked this perspective a little more then he felt that he should have. Dawson looked good in his bed in the early morning. Even with her smudged makeup and messy hair he couldn't help but smile.
" What are you smiling at? And what is that smell? Im starving!" Dawson lept out of bed, staggering a bit as her head pounded and her eyes went cloudy from the sudden movement. She looked down, and realized that she was in her clothes from yesterday, and realization hit her full force that she remembered nothing from what happened last night.
"How did I get here, what happened last night at that bar?" Dawson asked Casey in a slightly nervous tone.
"I was wondering when you would get to that. Lets talk over some bacon, eggs, and some coffee. I think you will need some extra." Dawson fallowed Casey into his kitchen, the bed room was attached to a hall, at the end was the front door. There was two other rooms attached, along with the kitchen and open dinning area. It was a cute little house, decorated with some nick-nacks and photos on the walls. It seemed sorta empty, there where missing pictures and the house seemed shifted. Right then Dawson was hit with a memory, a conversation with Casey that must have happened the night before about breaking up with Hallie. Dawson guessed that she must have moved out too. Casey walked to the stove, pulling the eggs off the burner as Dawson pulled up a bar stool. She took a moment to admire the fine man standing in front of her, he was wearing plain grey sweats and a white fitted tank top, that showed the outline of every muscle, and as Casey moved around the kitchen preparing breakfast she watched as each one flexed and his shirt ride up slowly around the hips. His hair was sexily tosalled, and he had some more stubble then the day before.
"Breakfast is served." Casey said clamming down the plates, taking Dawson out of her trance and aggravating her pounding headache. When Casey saw Dawson flinch he strolled over to the medicine cabinet and pulled out two Advil's, and dropped them in her orange juice.
"So how much do you remember from last night?" Casey asked while pulling up the bar stool next to her.
"Hmm... good question. I remember going to the gym, I remember getting these," Dawson said motioning to the bruises on her knuckles, "I remember arriving at Pete's, I had a few shots, and everything is sorta a blur from there. I remember you telling me about Hallie. I remember some guys too somewhere in there." Dawson took a few bites of egg, added some more salt, and nodded her head in approval at Casey who snorted at the relaxed tone she was using when describing her crazy night.
"Pretty good, besides the fact that I rescued you from four overly horny guys who where just trying to get laid. After that I carried you to my car, where you proceeded to hug me and pass out in the passenger seat. I then took you to my place, tucked you in and thats about it." Casey said in a relaxed tone.
"Thanks Casey, i'm glad you showed up." Dawson then glanced at the clock. Their shift would be starting in 40 minutes.
"Hey can I use your shower and borrow some clothes? I have stuff I can change into at the station." Dawson was about to open her mouth to tell Casey to forget it, that she should probably just get out of his hair.
"Ya sure, go ahead. There is towels in the bottom drawer and I can get you some clothes."
"Ok, thanks again for this, I mean it."
"Its my pleasure." Casey smiled at Dawson, they stared into each others eyes for a second, then Casey got up and walked back into the bedroom to get Dawson some clothes, she was fallowing close behind.
Casey's bathroom was nice. Light olive green walls with a tan tile shower, the counter tops where gray crushed up glass. The bathroom was surprisingly neat, no clothes where littered all over the ground and the counter top wasn't covered with globs of tooth paste like in her own bathroom. Dawson turned on the shower and began to undress. Stepping under the hot water felt amazing, she felt like she was washing off the hangover. She reached for the nearest bottle, it was Paul Mitchells lavender mint shampoo. Squeezing out some into her hands Dawson began massaging it into her scalp, and was overwhelmed with the smell of Casey. Meanwhile, Casey was bustling around the kitchen, cleaning dishes and sweeping up, trying to get rid of the imagery of Dawson in his shower.
Twenty minutes later Dawson stepped out of the shower. She slipped on her bra and underwear, and pulled over he head the shirt Casey had given her to wear. She pulled on comfortable navy blue sweats, that looked similar to Casey's. Dawson reached forward and wiped the fog of the mirror, and was surprised to read the writing on the shirt. It was from Grants Pet-shop, a little store where their team had put out a gas fire a few years before. She smiled at the memory, that had been the day that she had told Shay about her feelings for a certain lieutenant. She shrugged off the memory, and stepped out of the fog filled bathroom. She was met with the sight of a shirtless Casey. Dawson turned pinkish, embarrassed to have walked in on him changing. Casey turned around at the sound of a door opening, and he liked what he saw. Dawson was standing there, with dripping wet hair, wearing his tight fitting shirt, showing off every curve and his favorite pair of sweats. He cleared his throat,
"alright, we should probably head to the station now so you have time to change." Dawson nodded her head in agreement, and moved to grab her clothes. Casey headed for the front door with Dawson right behind him, a small smile on both of their faces.