Jackie lay prone on the bed, her eyes trying to adjust to the bright morning sun coming in the vast windows behind her head. This was not her apartment, though as aware of her surroundings as she usually was, there was the feeling of familiarity. If even for a brief moment. Think, Jackie! Think…nope. Not yet. Alright so, what did she remember from last night? Usually these uneasy mornings had a perquisite of drug use, but it had been ten months by now, and she didn't remember popping any pills. After all, when she'd crashed into Kevin's car and been given the prescription for the Oxy she'd bought heating pads. Her head was heavy and she felt groggy and slightly uneasy about where she was, she was hung-over.

Somewhere to the left of her, pipes groaned and the sound of water hitting stone erupted. Someone was in the shower.

Jackie frowned, sitting up on the smooth sheets curled around her and pulled them up over her chest. Though at this point, whoever she had been with had already seen her naked so there was probably little point in covering it up. The back of her throat was dry and scratchy, she looked around her, trying to take in as much of the room as her tired and strained eyes would let her, though zeroed in on the cup of water sitting on the night stand beside her and the two tabs of alchezelter beside that. The table itself was dark mahogany though the lamp sitting on it seemed to be something newer and less expensive. The bed she was laying on was covered in normal cotton sheets though they had a sort of sateen feel to them and were in varying shades of brown to cream. The rest of the room was a cream color as well with dark, hardwood panels. There was no actual door leading into the bathroom, just a large, rectangular opening that led into a separate room where the hardwood became black tile. Ahead of the bed and slightly to the right was the opening that led out of the room. It was much like the one into the bathroom, though the hardwood continued in a relative straight shot to the vast nothingness beyond her sight.

Turning, she dropped the little white tabs into their watery grave and watched them fizzle, getting lost for a moment in the bubbles rising, before she drank a few sips, winced and started to move out of the bed. Her clothes were scattered and what she actually put on wasn't even hers. It was a dress shirt, sort of a pinkish color, there was a paisley tie somewhere near that on the floor. Jackie grimaced, though pulled the shirt around her small frame anyhow, buttoning it up slowly; she pushed her tussled blond hair from her face. She had no idea where her hair tie was so for the time being, it just hung there, limp over her shoulders. She felt 20 years younger. And it had been a long time since she was a one night stand.

"Now…who do I know that wears paisley and pink?" Well O'Hara owned a pink Versace, or was it Gucci? Either way, she had not gone home with O'Hara. Aside from the fact that her friend was in London again, she wouldn't be waking up like this if she had. And this was neither of those, and pulling the shirt upwards a little she turned it so she could see the tag and frowned once more, creases growing on her face. It was Armani. Alright, so who wears Armani in pink and a paisley tie? Coop…no. Fitch Cooper wore nice clothes surely, but this…it would have had to be a very wild night for that to happen. And the cop? Not likely, he had two kids; this place was not a kid friendly apartment. She could tell that already.

A feeling of hot dread suddenly washed over her and she sat back on the bed, dropping her head into her hands and clamping her eyes shut. Memories of the previous night were coming back.