Title: Green is Not Your Color
Author: SneetchesToo
Rating: PG-13ish (there's some cussing, and a few references to adult themes)
Pairing: Willish (possibly mentions of Noa/Mario and Elliot/Eloise later on)
Summary: "A flower does not think of competing with the flower next to it, it just blooms."
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
Author's Note: This is for Featherpluckn. It's all her fault!

Chapter 1: Jealous Leanne

Leanne Rorish was infuriated. And by infuriated, she meant pissed off. And by pissed off, she meant slightly angry. Possibly even annoyed. Yes, that was it, Leanne was annoyed. But she was not jealous! Nope. Not at all.

She was infuriated that the new EMT flirted with Ethan in front of everyone. She was pissed off that Ethan had the nerve to flirt back. She was angry that he almost looked like he was enjoying it. She was annoyed that he almost looked like he knew he was torturing her. But she was not jealous. Nope. Not jealous.

Suspicious? Yes.

Doubtful? Yeah maybe.

Protective? If she were reaching.

But jealous? Not in a million years.

"I can hear the wheels in your head turning there Daddy." Jesse's cheerful voice cut through the silence of Leanne's office like a chainsaw and she jumped slightly as the head nurse entered the dark room. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's just fine!" She spit back, closing her eyes once more and pinching the bridge of her nose.

The anger in her voice didn't phase the man however, and he entered the rest of the way before shutting the door behind him. He reached behind him and flipped the light on, turning his attention back to his best-friend. "It doesn't sound like everything's fine."

Leanne growled in response, dropping her arms to her desk where she folded them, her head falling into the space on top soon there after. When she didn't respond Jesse moved to sit in the chair across from her desk, raising an eyebrow at the woman's disheveled state.

"This have anything to do with the new EMT that started today?" Jesse already knew the answer to his question, but he was willing to bet that Leanne didn't.

"No." Her short response caused the man across from her to chuckle a bit.

"Whatever you say Daddy." He leaned back in the chair and waited, knowing that it was just a matter of time before she caved.

"Her behavior was very unprofessional." All of two minutes between Jesse's question and her response, a record he noted. "Especially the comment she made about 'taking him to bed'." She slammed her hands on the edge of her desk, sending her notebook and pen flying to the floor.

"She was just being friendly." Jesse almost jumped to the floor and joined her belongings when she shot him a look that could kill.

"There was nothing friendly about it." She sighed, leaning down to pick up her things. "I should report her for sexual harassment."

Jesse laughed, rubbing his hands over his tired eyes. "I'm pretty sure that Ethan has to be the one to do that." He looked up, catching the hint of rage in the doctor's eyes. "And from the looks of it, he's to nice of a person to do that."

Leanne growled again, slamming her hands down once more, this time sending her glasses flying in the nurse's direction. He caught them, and placed them gently on the desk before offering his friend a small smile.

"He was flirting back Jesse." The jealously dripping from her voice sent a chill down Jesse's spine. "He was flirting back and he was enjoying it."

"I don't think he was flirting…" But Jesse was unable to finish his sentence before Leanne cut him off, crossing her arms in front of her chest defensively.

"And he knew it was bugging me and yet he kept doing it." Her tone rose to that of one she rarely used with him and he sighed.

"You're jealous aren't you?" He already knew the answer to that question, much like he already knew that the cause of Leanne's rage was the young brunette EMT, but he wanted to get her talking about it.

"No." Her answer was short and to the point, and she shot Jesse another deathly look. "I'm not jealous Jesse." She sighed, her arms falling to her sides. "I'm… concerned."

"Concerned?" Jesse huffed, a hint of humor in his voice.

"Yes, concerned." That was it, that was her problem. She was concerned. Concerned that Ethan would get hurt by this clearly immature young woman. Concerned that she would cause a ruckus in the middle of her ER again. Concerned that she would lose Ethan to this sex obsessed woman…

"Sex obsessed woman?" Jesse asked, raising an eyebrow and chuckling.

Oh shit! Leanne threw her hands over her face when she realized that she had spoken those words out loud. She wanted to hide. Far, far away from this place. Somewhere that Jesse would never find her.

"You didn't mean to say those things out loud did you?" Again, Jesse knew the answer to his question, and he almost felt bad for the woman. Almost.

Shaking her head back and forth Leanne let her hands fall to her lap and she sighed. "I'm being crazy aren't I?"

Jesse chuckled, crazy was quite the understatement at this moment, but he didn't want to make her feel worse than she already did about the situation, so he chose a different route. "Why is this bothering you so much Leanne?"

His tone was soft, and Leanne certainly didn't deserve his patience, but she was thankful for it. "I don't know Jesse." She whispered, her voice catching as she fought back tears. You cannot cry Leanne! Not here, not now. Not even in front of Jesse!

"You and Ethan…?" He didn't finish his sentence, praying that she would do that much for him.

"Ethan and I what?" She leaned back in her chair, sighing when her pager went off, buzzing against her hip angrily. "Ethan and I are co-workers Jesse, that's it."

"Not even friends?" He knew that part was a lie. He had seen the way they flirted mercilessly with each other. He had seen the shared glances over patients, the subtle touching when they thought no one was watching. The way Leanne's eyes lit up when whoever 'E.J.' was texted her (and he had a good hunch that someone was Ethan James). He wasn't an idiot, though for Leanne's sake, he was hoping she thought he was one.

"Well, yeah, I guess we're friends Jesse." She glared at her pager before tossing it on the desk, looking up when Jesse caught sight of the name on the screen and chuckled.

"Speaking of the devil." He offered his friend a smile before laughing, reaching out to place his hands on hers. "You should try talking to him Leanne."

Leanne huffed, pulling her hands from the older man's and reaching for her glasses. She stood, pocketing her pager and moving to stand on the other side of her desk. "I have to go Jesse."

Jesse reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders, a small smile gracing his lips. "Talk to him chica," He pulled her in for a hug, patting her back gently before letting go, "or I will." And with a wink he was off, leaving her standing in the middle of her office with a grimace on her face.

Nope. Leanne Rorish was not jealous.

However, now she was angry. And she had no problem admitting that.