This idea came to me and I just HAD to get it down. Apologies this is now a few fics I have to keep up with, but I will try my best! This is just a short start, but I hope you enjoy.

A stream of bright sunlight shone through a gap in the curtains, catching Alex's eyes. She reluctantly opened them, groggily waking herself up. Her head was throbbing and her eyelids heavy, she was typically hungover. Alex groaned as she ran a hand through her hair, opening her eyes wide and sitting up slightly in an attempt to wake herself up. This failed, and she fell back onto the pillow with a groan, her hand nursing her head. Her eyes closed as she turned to face the other way, retracting her eyes from the sunlight streaming through the window. As she turned round, something didn't feel quite right. It couldn't be the fact she had a hangover, that was a normal occurance nowadays. This one, however, seemed rather a lot worse than normal. Alex liked to think her body was getting used to drinking this excessively, and with it - her hangovers would improve. But in this case, seemingly not, as she felt particularly terrible this morning. What had she done last night? It had been a Friday, she knew that. The team had obviously gone to Luigi's as usual... and they'd done the normal drinking regime. After that, Alex hadn't the faintest idea what had happened. The endless glasses of wine, the worried looks from Luigi and the excessive drunk banter from the team had merged the night into one distorted blur. The previous week had been somewhat stressful, and with it came a heavy night's drinking when it finally ended. This was perfectly habitual though - and Alex was confused as to why she felt that this particular night had been any different. Forgetting her trail of thought, she happily let herself fall back into a slumber. Alex didn't intend on waking up early on a Saturday when she was this hungover, and judging by the sunlight she'd already guessed it wasn't after eight.

An hour later, Alex awoke for the second time. Again she had turned to face the window, and the light was now pouring in. She refused to fully open her eyes, despite the intruding sun gleaming onto her lids. In a desperate attempt to keep the headache at bay, she turned round in the bed to face the opposite wall, away from the sunlight. Well, she thought she was turning round to face the wall. In fact, she was turning round to face something entirely different. Her left leg followed the movement of her body, edging closer to the other side of the bed, and as it did so underneath the glossy red covers she felt the warmth of another person's body heat next to her. Oh, God was her first reaction to this seemingly forgotten detail from last night. Her leg reached out more, to find another's leg. It was clearly male. Shit. Alex swallowed, racking her brains as she struggled to decipher the events of the drunken evening. After this discovery, she decided that it was probably about time she opened her eyes. It was time to face the music, face whoever the hell she'd clearly drunkenly slept with last night, and face the feeling of guilt and regret that was about to flood over her. Her eyes opened slowly, to begin with unfocused on the subject. Then, as they focused on the male beside her, she was suddenly very much awake.

"Gene?"