The sun shined through the opened window in the bedroom, casting a bright glow into the room. Carlos' eyes fluttered open, a headache already coming through. His eyes tried to get used to the no longer dark room. After adjusting, he could feel his arm wrapped around someone else. His head turned to the left, finding you right next to him, the bedsheets circling around your waist, exposing just enough skin to make him remember what the hell happened last night.

It had been a hard week for the Texas Rangers. The team had been trying to find a missing child who had been kidnapped by a group of men. Any clues that had been gathered only just brought even more hard-to-solve puzzles, making this case extremely challenging. The case had gotten to Jay’s head so badly that he neglected his own life; not eating well or enough, drinking a bit more, getting little to no sleep. The first forty-eight hours were the most crucial, but the men were playing games. The girl was indeed alive, as they said so in the clues they left.

Eventually, the group of men were caught and the child was found alive— critical condition, but a promising sign that she’d make it. Though, Carlos' own mental and physical health were in the toilet. He found himself at the bar after the case was done. You, being his longtime partner in the field, accompanied him at the bar when you decided to go check on him. At first, he was telling you to go away. He was being an asshole. Though, you knew he wasn’t all that okay, so you gave him the benefit of the doubt.

But.. who knew things would turn out the way they did? After having some drinks— maybe too damn many judging from what happened last night— the two of you somehow made it back to his place and perhaps he needed a pick-me-up. So, against both of your better judgment, his lips crashed against yours, his reoccurring thoughts about the last case slowly fading away. Only you mattered in that moment. His muscular arms lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and without breaking the kiss, he took you to his bedroom.

His tired eyes roamed over your form. It was the first time he’d seen your bare skin. He wasn’t all that drunk anymore, and he knew how much of a terrible idea this was, but damn. You looked so damn good like this in his bed. You had been partners for so long, had been through so much together. Maybe there were some feelings there he didn’t want to admit, didn’t want to confront right now. Although, he just might because he could get used to you waking up next to you every morning.