No strings attached - Leon S. Kennedy

Chapter 5

My head hurts like hell, i really did overdo it yesterday, didn't I? I look around and try to remember what happened yesterday between the lines.
Last thing i remembered i fell asleep on the couch, kennedy was there when I did, where is he? I look around again and then down on myself, I was wearing only underwear, does that mean? I shake my head, no way! But then how else did i end up out of my dress, I don't remember undressing myself. I don't know what i told him, oh my god, i barely know anything. 
Let's go through it again...He brought me home, i took him up, we drank beer, He told me about Ada, that's the best i can do right now. 

It's time to shower now, clear my head, maybe things will get back to me with time, this was the last time getting that drunk for a while. 
In the shower i put the water on hot, hot showers are the best and no one can tell me otherwise "Please, tell me I didn't tell him about my G-virus research" i sigh and leave the shower. 
No, I would remember something as important as that. I hear my phone ring in the distance, searching for it under my clothes until i find it with Kennedy's number popped up. Nope, not today, not ever, god knows what we did.

It's already 3pm, i definitely slept too long, i can't let this turn into a bad habit. I take something against my pounding headache and wash it down with a bottle of water, before i sit down and check my desk, one of my research letters is missing..I could swear i put it there, I must've left it at work, of course i did, now i can't even really work from home. My Phone rings again, this time it's Adams "Hello?" I answer "Amber, I was just trying to check in that you're alright, you were pretty full last night" yea, i really wish my boss didn't have to see me like that "No, i'm fine don't worry" he laughs "see you monday then, be on time" we end the call and i go back to working the best i can with a research letter missing. 

Monday
I have probably mentioned how much I hate mondays before, but if not, Work will always remind me that I, in fact, hate Mondays. Entering the building as everyday, signing in, i loved this job, i just didn't love the sleepless nights that came with it, my interest in this is on it's peak, but so is my desire for sleep "Come on, you can't just leave her in the bar alone when she's drunk" I hear Kennedy, in much hectic i look around to see him talking with Adams and Williams, was this about friday night? "I had to walk her home, she was barely walking straight" there was a hint of frustration in his voice "You seem to care for her now?" he sighs "It's not that i care about her specifically, it's just about the big picture" they argue and i shake my head, there's no need Kennedy..

 Everyone leaves the conversation leaving him to turn around looking at me "Where have you been, not replying?"he asks me and i take him on the arm and drag him in a side room. "Did we have sex?" i blurt out and he laughs "No, should we?" It makes me a bit angry again, why can't he just take something serious and answer normally "These kind of responses are the reason i fucking hate you" I say and leave "Hate me? Are you really sure about that" he stops for a second "Amber" he adds, i shake my head and leave off to my desk.

At my desk i unlock my drawers and rummage for my missing letter, no luck, this can't be right! I'm gonna get in huge trouble if I won't find this letter, this is classified, I can't begin to imagine the things Hughes would do with me if I lost it for good and it got into the wrong hands. Deep breaths Amber, calm down, where did you last leave it. Maybe i'm just paranoid and didn't even print it yet, to no surprise my printer history tells me that i did indeed print it out. In full panic i search my whole desk "Are you okay?" I glare at him "does it look like i am?" He gives me that look, the 'i'm done with your bullshit' look, when does he not? Guess it's back to how we were before. 

Panic driven along with with sweaty hands I worked, there's just no way i could tell Adams about it, I had to find it again, sure I can just print it again, that doesn't change the fact that it's still somewhere out there with someone it didn't belong to. "Hey Torres, nice to see you're alright" Adams voice rings in my ears and i jump "wow, did i scare you that badly?" get it together Amber "Yep, i'm feeling better, is there anything i can do for you?" he denies my question and lets me get on with work, thankfully, because lying in his face would've been the absoloute worst, i am a horrible liar.