This was supposed to be light hearted and funny, but I think it got a bit angsted along the way… Anyway hope you enjoy, I always love to know what you think.

All characters belong to the BBC no infringement is intended. Grumpy Doctor and the nurses are mine.


I'm Not Talking To You

"I'm not staying in here for 21 days!" shouted Harry.

"That shouldn't be necessary," said Leo calmly, his voice distorted by his face mask and air filter. "We just need to be careful Harry," he said as he pushed Harry into the small room with his double gloved hand. "I don't need to tell you the rules, the doctors will be in to do some blood work later and then hopefully we'll be able to tell."

"I'm fine…" Harry began to protest but Leo was already gone.

He looked round his room, ten foot square of boredom and sterile confinement. A bed, chair, bathroom area and that was about it. The blinds were drawn on the only window. He opened them to reveal another set of blinds in the room next to his. He wondered if that was where they had put Nikki.

"Nikki," he sighed. He should never have asked her to assist him. It wasn't her case, she'd even been up late working the night before and he could tell she was tired. She'd seemed tired all week and this was Friday afternoon. But it had seemed an age since they had spent any time together and so he'd purposely tricked her. He knew after all these years how to manipulate her to his own advantage. So he'd claimed fallibility and appealed to her sense of mystery and begged for help with his unknown male of African descent. How was he to know at first glance he'd died of one of those nasty hemorrhagic fevers and that they would both end up in quarantine for at least the next 48 hours. It wasn't the weekend he'd had planned out.

He lent against the window trying to find a place to see through to see if it was Nikki in the next room; but there were no cracks. There would be no chance to see in unless the occupant of the room opened the blinds from their side, if it were even her in that room. He pressed his ear to the window hoping to hear something that would give him a clue. He couldn't be certain but the only sound he did hear sounded suspiciously like retching.

This was definitely not how he'd planned it.

He looked in the mirror, checking for a rash and felt his head for signs of fever. He was fine, he was really fine, they had hardly even started the PM before state of the liver had alerted them both to the potential danger and they had stopped.

But here they were and they wouldn't be getting out anytime soon.

"Nikki," he called into the window.

"Nikki, Is that you in there?" he knocked on the window.

He continued to knock and call, deciding that whoever was in the room would get fed up and finally make themselves known. He hadn't seen Nikki since they were bundled into the hazmat ambulances, she could be anywhere. There was no reason why they would have even been taken to the same facility.

Just when even he had got bored of tapping on the window, the blinds were raised up 2 inches at the bottom of the window and a scrap of paper towel was held against the window.

He read the words written in her unmistakeable hand writing and couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm not talking to you!"