1Disclaimer: If I did, oh man would this show be awkward! You'd get one every episode, at least! Then maybe you wouldn't watch, cuz it's supposed to be serious doctors and law enforcement agents, not grown folks acting like teenagers.

Cam opened one eye then the next. She stared up at the ceiling and was surprised to see that it wasn't the polished wood that she was used to but concrete.

Where was she?

And what was that weight putting slight pressure on her chest?

She struggled to get up and the thing across her pulled her back down. That was when she realized it was an arm, and unlike the nightmare she had a few nights ago after a victim's arm fell off her examination table, this one was attached to a body.

She looked over and gasped as she saw a head of familiar short brown hair.

Okay what the hell was going on?

It came back to her in a flood. The case had taken them all to Miami and this was definitely her room. Zach was supposed to be in the room next to hers...what was he doing here?

Her phone rang and she stretched out for it, Zach's arm still pinning her down.

"Hello."

"Cam, which room is yours again?"

It was Angela and she sounded nervous.

"Um...512," Cam glanced over at Zach as he pulled her to him. This was a bit awkward. No, this was very, very awkward.

"Um, oops. Is Zach in there?"

"Why?" Cam asked her, guessing this had something to do with the fact that Zach was now treating her like his sleepy time teddy bear.

"I think I got the rooms mixed up last night. Zach couldn't find his little swipe thingy and so we called the guy at the front desk to open it, but Zach was so drunk and didn't remember his room number, so I told the guy to open your room by mistake."

Cam sighed, "Oh, that explains so much."

"Is he up?" Angela asked.

"Nope," Cam tried to wiggle out of Zach's hold but the attempt was futile.

"Can you just leave him a bit? We kind of pressured him into drinking a bit much last night."

Cam sighed. That was easy to say if you weren't in the room.

"Well, I'll try not to wake him," she said with sarcasm, "Bye."

She hung up, shook her head and pushed Zach's arm off of her. The movement woke him and he turned, sitting up.

"Ow, my head," Zach grabbed his temple.

"You're hung over," Cam supplied.

Zach yelped in shock, jumping in fright so badly he toppled headfirst off her bed. Cam crawled on her hands and knees quickly over to his side of the bed and looked over the edge.

"You alright?" she asked concerned.

Zach sat up and looked at her, seeming to be having a debate with himself as to whether she was real or not.

"What are you doing in my room?" he asked.

"Actually, you're in my room, Zacheroni. Angela put you in here last night by mistake. How's your head?"

Zach rubbed the part of his anatomy in question and looked at her. Suddenly he poked her arm.

"What was that for?" Cam asked.

"I was just making sure you weren't a figment of my imagination," he answered.

"Why would I be?" she gave him a confused smile, "I'm sure if I was a figment of your imagination, I would be Shakira or Charlize Theron or Halle Berry...not your boss," she adjusted her pyjama top, which was hanging off her shoulder, "Once again I ask, how's the head?"

"Painful," he answered.

Cam nodded, "I'll get you some water and I'm sure if I dig around in my bag I'll find some Aleve."

Hopping off the bed, Cam stepped over him, eyeing the blue jeans he was wearing. He must have been so drunk, he just fell into the bed beside her without even taking note of his surroundings. Or, thank goodness, undressing. Trying not to think of how much more awkward this morning would be had that happened, she crossed the room.

Grabbing her bag off the vanity, she rumbled through it and took out the pain medication. She tossed it to him and went to get him a bottle of water.

"I didn't see you," he said to her, and Cam stood upright quickly, knowing that if he had turned around to look at her, all he would see was her butt in the air. She walked over to where he still sat on the floor and handed him the water.

"That's obvious. I'm sure you wouldn't have gotten into the bed if you saw me, or anybody else for that matter, lying there. Or would you have thrown your hand over me like I was your Raggedy Anne doll."

Zach winced, "What?"

"You're right, you are deceptively strong," Cam conceded, "I tried to get up, you pushed me back down. I tried to wiggle out of your grasp, you hold me in a death grip. Couldn't get you off me, really."

"I apologize. Apparently in sleep, I hold things" Zach drank the water she gave him.

"Yeah you do. Come on, you need to get next door. Hopefully, Angela's found your key,"

"Uh...Dr. Saroyan?"

"Hm?" she was looking around for her slippers.

"I didn't unintentionally touch you inappropriately, did I?"

Cam looked at him. Well she sure as hell hoped not!

"Did you?" she countered.

"I don't know. I was asleep."

"Well, no, you didn't. Not as far as I know anyway. Zach get off the floor. We need to get started on the crime scene this morning. I can just bet Dr. Brennan's already down there."

She held out a hand to help him off the floor. But he got up faster than she anticipated and it sent her off balance, falling back on the bed. Their hands were still joined, so Zach toppled on top of her.

"Ow!" she cried as his weight crushed her into the mattress, "Zach..."

There was a pause when they stared at each other. The awkwardness of the morning rose to unprecedented levels.

"Zach, get off of me." she told him.

He complied, scratching his head in an embarrassed sort of way. She straightened her pyjamas for no reason.

"So, you were leaving?"

"Yes."

"Bye then."

"Bye."

He left without a backward glance.