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Toby groaned as he opened his eyes, the bright morning sunlight. "I should not have picked a bedroom facing east," he muttered to himself.

The previous night was a blur, they'd made a major break in a case they'd been working for weeks. Walter was fried, he hadn't looked away from his computer screen for hours, as if he had somehow missed something and they were all ready to call it a loss before Sylvester was able to hit a breakthrough. They all celebrated that night with bottles of champagne. Toby couldn't remember just how many bottles they had popped open. Paige, Walter and Sylvester had all passed out when Happy pulled out the tequila.

Toby closed his eyes, trying to block out the sun as he stretched his arms and hit the body next to him. He slowly turned his head and saw long dark hair hiding the face of the woman asleep next to him. He reached out to touch her shoulder, shaking her awake.

Happy lifted her head, opening her eyes to look at him. "Get out of my room," she told him before her head fell back against the pillow.

"Uh… you're actually in my room," he told her.

She lifted her head to look at him again. "Why aren't you wearing any clothes?"

"You aren't either," he said, keeping his eyes on the opposite wall.

She looked down, quickly gathering the sheets to cover herself. "Do you want to tell me what happened last night?"

"I don't remember but I think we can make a safe assumption."

She groaned. "I'm gonna get dressed. Don't look," she warned him as she moved off his bed.

"I'm not," he promised, keeping his eyes locked on the wall.

"Okay," she said after a minute. He slowly turned his head to look at her, standing next to the bed fully dressed. "No one finds out about this, understand? We don't need to talk about it. Neither of us remember it, so it never happened."

"Alright," he agreed before she walked out of his room.

It was three days before either of them spoke to the other. Paige tried to start a conversation that included both of them before Walter told her to stop trying, they'd talk when they were ready.

When Paige brought Ralph over after school, they went up to the roof with Sylvester and Walter, Toby stopped Happy before she reached the stairs. "Can we talk?" he whispered when the rest of the team was out of earshot.

"Sure. About what?"

"The other day…" he began.

"Nothing happened, remember?"

"Look, we can pretend all we want but we both know what happened and neither of us can forget it."

"Actually, I can't remember it. All I remember is waking up in your bed. And tequila. Lots of tequila."

He nodded. "Again, we can pretend but we know how we got there."

She sighed. "Toby…"

"Maybe I want to remember," he told her.

"What?"

"I want to remember that night."

"You're cracked," she said, shaking her head.

"Why are you so unwilling to let anybody get close to you? Why won't you let me in? Why, after everything we've been through, do you still refuse to believe you're more than just a teammate to me?"

She looked down, shaking her head again. "Because I don't know how," she admitted. "Maybe I want to remember it too but I…" she trailed off when he stepped closer to her.

"The way I see it, the most effective way to retrieve a memory is by reliving it."

"We got black out drunk, Toby. No matter what we do, we can't get it back."

"But we can make a new memory. I promise, you'll remember it this time." He grinned, taking off his hat and putting it on her head before he started up the stairs. He looked down before he reached the second floor. "You coming?" he asked.

The corner of her mouth turned into a smile as she followed him up the stairs, taking his hand when they stepped into the apartment and walked to Toby's room. He opened the door, allowing her to entire first then closed the door behind him.