7 AM on the dot. It's a little earlier than the time she usually wakes, but the phone call she receives from Captain Hale about a new case is enough to earn her full attention. She contemplates going to the precinct on her own, but decides against it.
Barging into his room unannounced probably wasn't the best approach, but this obligatory companionship annulled any form of seclusion for either of them for the next six weeks. Her personal space was breached, and now his was too.
She hovers over him from the side of the bed, tapping him softly on the shoulder first. But when he doesn't stir, she grabs the nearest pillow and gently (or as gently as she can manage) smacks him with it.
"Boyd---- wakey, wakey. We've got work to do."