The first thing Spencer saw when he woke up, was hair, and it wasn't his hair. His nose had been pressed into the strawberry blond waves, a heavy weight on his chest as he breathed in the smell of strawberries and alcohol. It was a predicament that he never saw himself in, one that he didn't know how to get out of. He recalled her name vaguely though the drums in his mind, Layla, a last name didn't come to mind. He thought about trying to lift her off of him but when he moved, even slightly, her arms wrapped around his tighter and she murmured incoherent syllables that seemed to be in protest.

Spencer couldn't remember how he ended up here, he couldn't think of what they spoke about the night before, one thing he knew for sure, was that this was, other then last night, he'd never seen the girl before now.

After a few seconds, he realized why he woke up in the first place. His phone was vibrating on the nightstand. The consistent buzzing seemed to be waking her as well, her sounds became more alert and he could feel the change in her breathing.

"What…?" It took her less then a second from opening her eyes for her to register what happened. The bed wasn't large enough for her reaction, causing her to fall from the bed onto his floor, taking the blanket with her. Spencer was thankful to realize that he was wearing boxers and he couldn't tell what she was wear or not wearing from the way blankets were wrapped around her.

Spencer was speechless himself, let alone figure out if he should calm her down or if he should just let her come to conclusions on her own. "Did we….?" Her opened ended questions held all the answers she needed. It wasn't like it took much imagination to figure it out, the fact that she saw her dress hanging off the dresser and her shoes had been tossed to opposite sides of the room nailed the coffin shut.

The next few seconds were of Spencer trying to calm the girl down as she threw her clothes on and ran out of his apartment. She repeatedly apologized as she did this, it looked like she was about to cry, and Spencer was so unprepared for his, not to mention he was hungover and still half asleep. Within five minuets her things were gone and so was she. Spencer had followed her to the door, but she had ignored his calls after her and all he could do was shut his apartment door and move to see what his phone was doing.

The bright lights of the briefing room only made his head pound worse. He nursed his coffee as the rest of his team slowly filed in. His thought continued to move back to the girl. He'd never thought about one-night stands or how one was to respond to them. He felt bad, Layla obviously wasn't happy about and from what he was able to remember from the night before, she'd been pretty drunk.

"How'd your night go?" Morgan's voice was suggestive, Spencer remembered Morgan being at the bar with him, "I noticed you left early. The bartender said you left with a girl." He raised his eyebrows. Spencer felt his face redden, and he looked away from the other agent. Morgan laughed at him. "You go back to her place or yours."

"I'm pretty sure we have a case to work on." Spencer said.

"Everyone is waiting on Hotch to get here at the coffee maker. Come one man."

"My place, she ran out this morning."

"Ran?"

"And apologized profusely, she didn't let me say anything."

"Yeah…" Morgan sighs, "that happens sometimes." Spencer shook his head, thankful that J.J. came into the room, saving him from further questions.

"Layla!" Marissa's voice carried though the locker room as Layla finished pulling down her shirt. Marissa appeared around the corner where Layla's locker sat. She preferred to change in the very back corner of the locker room that people had to go out of there way to find.

"Jacob is looking for you." Layla's mood fell slightly, not that she was feeling very good before. She adjusted the orange spandex shorts as she moved to follow Marissa out of the locker room. Jacob never called for them unless they were in trouble. The other girls called him the watchdog, the other managers didn't bring him into the picture unless they needed him to bark at the end of the chain

Jacob's office was at the end of the hallway right before the main dining room. He was sitting at his computer, his head held up by his hand as he focused on his screen. Layla knocked at the door even though it was already opened, she didn't like walking into people's spaces unless she had their explicit permission, a left-over habit from her childhood, one that's served her well. He glanced up from the computer and nodded her inside.

"Can you shut the door behind you?" He asked, his voice wasn't as harsh as it normally was when he calls people into his office. Layla herself has never been called in. She always did her best to avoid trouble, just doing her job and leaving. "Have a seat." He said, nodding to the chair in front of his desk.

"Have I done something?" She tried to keep her voice respectful, she couldn't tell if she succeeded.

"No, its nothing you've done…One of the other girls brought something to my attention and I just wanted to address it with you in private." He cleared his throat. Layla saw the seriousness in his eyes and she squirmed underneath the gaze. "Due to the nature of our restaurant, we do attract a certain type of customer, I know you understand that right?" Layla nodded, "but that doesn't mean we will allow our employees to feel uncomfortable or unsafe while they're on the clock." Layla suddenly understood what he was talking about.

Her parents had come into the restaurant a week before. It wasn't the first time they came into her workplace to harass her, Layla normally did her best to not let their presence bother her, just ignoring them typically worked, they would get annoyed and leave, but that time had been different. They managed to work their way into her section and she had a break down in the locker room. She should have known someone would tell a manager.

"I want you to know, if you ever feel unsafe or uncomfortable with a customer, you can tell us, and we'll handle the situation accordingly, whether we have someone take over the table or we remove the customer." Layla nodded.

"I…" She didn't want to spill her entire life story with his man. "That…" She sighed, "that situation was brought on by those specific people." It still wasn't how she wanted to explain it, but it was the most coherent thing she could spit out of her mouth. "It won't happen again." She added quickly.

"Unless those people come back in…?"

She inhaled sharply. "Right."

"Okay then, if they come back. Just let someone know and we will make sure its properly taken care of. May I ask who the people were?" Layla thought about it, and figured she should probably tell him, that way he would be prepared if they did come back in.

"They're my parents, I cut off contact with them when I was 18, but they don't…. they go out of their way to mess with me despite my attempts to stay away from them." Layla could tell that he wanted to know more but Layla's face was clear, she didn't want to speak more about it so he dismissed her from the office and she thanked him. When she left the room, she blew out the breath she'd been holding. She knew that it wasn't that bad, she'd been in the opposite of trouble, but it was still confrontation. It didn't help that she was still reeling from what happened that morning.

It wasn't like her to sleep with a random man, it was like her to sleep with anyone, period. What made it worse was how she couldn't remember how she got there. She remembered meeting him at the bar, she remembered thinking he was sweet, and he bought her a few drinks. They debated Shakespeare and that's when things began to blur, she remembered talking about a few more books before her memory went black until she woke up in bed with him.

She was embarrassed about her reaction, if she could redo it. She would have calmly explained that what happened was a mistake, he probably thought she was crazy. All she could hope was that she never saw him again. Not that that made it any better.

"Everything okay?" Marissa caught her as she was putting an order into the system.

"Yeah." Layla said quickly, hitting the enter key and turning away from the machine, pushing her note pad into her little apron. She tightly smiled, "I'm fine, just a little hung over." Marissa smirked.

"I'm sure. I lost you last night. Anything…. interesting happen?" Layla was thankful for her concealer at that moment. If it could cover the dark circles under her eyes, then it could hide the bright red blush that she could feel creeping over her face. Marissa knew her to well though.

"What's his name?"

"I have tables."

"They can wait for five seconds. Come on! I've known you for over five years and you've never even looked at a guy for longer than five seconds, I was beginning to think you were hiding in the closet! Layla's jaw opened slightly.

"Just because I don't ogle, doesn't mean I'm gay, it means I'm respectful!"

"Whatever, name?" Marissa crossed her arms over her chest. Layla would have moved around her if Marissa wasn't directly in Layla's way. Layla bit the inside of her lip and squirmed under someone's gaze for the second time today.

"It starts with an S…" Marissa's eyes widened significantly.

"You don't remember his name?"

"Remember whose name?" Jacky came up behind Marissa, more then likely to put in her own order.

"My taxi driver's name." Layla said, pushing around Marissa, hurrying to her tables before Marissa was able to catch up with her and demand details. "Just a few more hours..." Layla mumbled to herself. "Then you can curl up in a ball and forget today ever happened."

If you want to read more, please tell me in the reviews! Thank you for reading! set around season 3 or 4