(Request from @B_Bell_Bellson. Keep it up, man.)

The first thing you felt when you opened your eyes was a blistering headache.

Slowly stumbling into the kitchen, it started to come back to you. The Rainbow team had gotten a streak of successful ops, but a certain someone had snuggled some booze onto base. It was probably Castle, or Buck. Either way, a lot of the team got shitfaced drunk, you included. But you barely remembered what had happened last night. So you made some coffee, grabbed a glass of water, and decided to fight the hangover. Before you heard three loud bangs on your door, and very loud German words. Likely expletives, from their tone of voice.

As you begrudgingly opened the door, you found IQ standing there. And she looked pissed. Seriously, you’d never seen that look on her face before. But if looks could kill…you’d be stranded against an SAS squadron with only a half-loaded .22 pistol. Yeah, it was bad.

Monika: “Where is it?!”

It…being her signature gadget. Because of course you had to have stolen it during your little drunk escapade, and of course she had to come strolling at…eight in the morning demanding it.

Monika: “Cough it up, now.”