A/N: Hi! I have written many fan fictions for Downton Abbey that I have not yet posted on this new account, but this is my first ever Casualty fan fiction. Connie and Jacob have been favourites of mine since I first saw them together. They just have so much character that I had to write about them. The possibilities were endless but I decided to begin here.

Diclamer: I would just like to point out that I do not own Casualty or any of it's characters and I do not profit from anything I write, it's just a fun pass time.

Ok, so all I have left to say is I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it! The first chapter is quite short but it's just a sort of introduction that serves as a sort of taster, if you will.

It was six o clock in the morning, the moon was still visible and the rain was as heavy as ever. Connie didn't pay any attention to anything outside of the car apart from the road; it was all routine to her. Every day she woke up at the same time, had her coffee and breakfast, slipped into a designer outfit she had planned the night before, grabbed her car keys and left the house. Every day was exactly the same; especially now that Grace had gone back to America for a couple of weeks to spend some time with her father. Her life seemed rather dull now that she and Jacob were no longer together. He seemed to have brought a lot of unpredictability into her life, she never knew what each day would bring when he was around. She liked that... but whatever bit of unpredictability he had brought into her life, he had taken with him when they had split up. Now, she was back to her predictable everyday life. She didn't regret her decision to leave him though. Of course she didn't. What kind of mother would she be if she had chosen her boyfriend over her own daughter? She had just got Grace back, she couldn't and wouldn't lose her again. She had made the right choice, she was sure of it. At least, she pretended to be.
She was suddenly surprised that she was even thinking about Jacob in that way again. She hadn't thought about him for a while. Come to think of it, she didn't want to be thinking about him - she wanted a fresh start for her and Grace - but now that she had allowed herself to feel something for him again, she just couldn't clear her mind of him. It was enough to make her angry. Why was he such an influence on her? She was a strong and independant woman, she always had been and she didn't intend to stop now. She didn't need a man in her life. She didn't have time for a man anyway. She hardly even had any time to herself these days, for God's sake!
With one swift movement, she reached out and turned the radio off. She didn't want to be listening to depressing love songs on her way to work. Perhaps that was the reason Jacob had suddenly re-entered her mind, she thought. Maybe the music she had been listening to had subconsciously triggered some sort of emotion inside of her that was linked to Jacob. That must be it, she decided.
Just at that moment, her mercedes slowed down before coming to a sudden hault. She looked confused for a second before turning the keys and trying to restart her car. After numerous failed attemps, she slammed the keys down on the passenger seat and sighed.
"And here's me thinking my life was too predictable," she murmured before looking around to see if there were any cars behind her. Well, at least she wasn't holding anyone up she thought.
She couldn't just sit there, she realised. She quickly inspected the inside of the car and nothing seemed to be amiss. She lifted her head and stared at the bonnet for a second and sighed again. There was no way she was stepping out into the rain - wearing her new Louboutins - to go poking around inside the bonnet of her car. Having almost immediately decided that she needed professional assistance, she picked up her phone and dialed the number for the breakdown serivce.
After arguing with the man on the other end of the phone, she had been told that someone would be there within half an hour to fix her car. Half an hour, was that supposed to be a joke. Looking down at her watch, she realised she had waited long enough. She had a meeting with the board that she had to get to for which she couldn't be late.
Enough is enough, she thought. She picked up her handbag, pulled up the collar on her coat and grabbed her umberella. As soon as she opened the car door, up went the umberella and she rushed round to the boot. Unzipping her sports bag, she pulled out a pair of trainers and swapped them for her heels before closing the boot and locking the car. Now that she had comfortable footwear, she decided to walk the rest of the way to the hospital and hope that she wasn't late.

Jacob had yet again slept in. This was the fifth day in a row. He knew he had better start actually getting out of bed when his alarm went off but he couldn't resist the temptation of his bed. That wasn't the only reason, of course. Since Connie had ended their relationship, the excitment he used to feel for going to work just wasn't there anymore. In the short time he and Connie had been together, he had gotten to know her quite well and one thing he knew for sure was that when she had made up her mind, there was no changing it. He had tried and failed to change her mind and he was slowly accepting that there relationship was now purely professional. He didn't need a girl holding him back anyway. At least now he could drink beer and watch the match with his mates or go out drinking and return in the early hours of the morning without having to explain himself to anyone. He was a free man now, and it felt good.

He put the last piece of toast into his mouth before putting on his helmet and climbing onto his motorbike. It was on rainy days like this that he wished he owned a car.
As he drove over the bridge, he noticed that the trafic had slowed down a bit and he peered around the car in front to see what was holding them up.
"I knew I had a bike for a reason," he laughed to himself as he overtook the line of cars. He soon found the reason for the hold-up as he squeezed past the car at the front of the queue. He was just about to carry on on his way when he realised that the car holding everyone up belonged to Connie. He looked back at it a couple of times as he drove off but there was no sign of her so he didn't think much of it.
Just a couple of hundred meters down the road, he spotted a familiar figure dressed in black, walking alongside the road desperately trying to avoid the puddles.
"Connie," he shouted as he pulled up behind her and removed his helmet.
At the sound of his voice she jumped. What was he doing here? She thought. It was typical really, that he should be the one to just pull up and rescue her. She rolled her eyes and turned around to face him.
"Good morning," she said after clearing her throat. This was the first time the two of them had spoken to each other outside of work since they had broken up. All of a sudden she felt rather uncomfortable. Honsestly, why did he have to pull up? Her car had already broken down in the middle of the road and now she was standing in the rain, facing the one person she did not want to see and was most likely missing an important meeting. Could it get any worse?
Jacob examined her from head to toe and couldn't help but smirk when he noticed her choice of footwear.
"Nice shoes," he said, the corner of his lips curling up.
Connie didn't even answer his pointless remark, she simply stared at him and sighed.
"You know," he continued, "you should really have checked the weather before you decided to walk to work today," he joked.
"What do you want, Jacob?" She asked as calmly as she could.
Walking closer to her, he didn't wipe that smirk off of his face. "I just thought I'd join you on your morning stroll," he paused, "after all, it's a lovely day for it," he laughed.
Right that was it, she had had enough of his childish humour.
"In case you hadn't noticed, I'm not in the mood for joking around," she exhaled. "I have a job to get to, and unless I'm mistaken, so do you. And if you want to keep hold of it, I suggest you make your way to the hospital right now," she added, failing to keep her calm and raising her voice.
Jacob rubbed his forehead nevously and turned his gaze to the ground as though he were a young boy that had just been scolded by his teacher. He didn't intend to make her so angry. He felt like an idiot. The reason he joked and turned serious situations into funny ones was because he too, was nervous. Despite the fact that they had practically been living together before, he felt like he didn't know her at all sometimes and he certainly didn't know how to act around her. He knew that he had built a fearless facade around himself but the truth was, when it came to Connie, jokes were all he had left to prevent him from revealing the fear and loneliness inside of him to her.
"Look," he said, this time in a more serious tone, "I have another helmet on the back of the bike. It's yours if you want it," he offered.
She thought about it for a moment, but the thought of being that close to him made her turn down his offer. She could hardly have a conversation with him or be in the same room as him, so having to sit that close to him with her arms around his body was out of the question. She couldn't risk it.
"I think I'll walk, thank you. It isn't that far. You should go now," she replied coldly before turning around and taking a couple of steps. Although the offer was tempting, she just wished he would allow her to forget about him instead of popping up every two minutes to save the day.
"Connie, wait," he said, jogging after her.
His hand on her shoulder made her jump and turn around.
"Jacob, I-"
"Get on the bike, Connie. You and I both know that you want to," he persude. "Besides, don't you have a meeting to get to?"
She rolled her eyes and pushed past him. "Just this once," she told him.
Smiling and shaking his head, he made his way back over to the bike.
"Hold on," he said before turning the engine back on.
She reluctantly obeyed and gently placed her hands on his waist.

"See, this isn't so bad, is it?" Jacob teased as Holby came into eye-shot.
Wasn't so bad? She thought. It was torture. Knowing how close he was, knowing that her hands were around his waist and that there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't want to feel anything for him but the fact was, she did. Her feelings hadn't simply vanished when she had told him it was over, worst luck. She had just buried them... But today, somehow, Jacob had managed to dig them all up again, probabaly without even knowing he was doing it. She closed her eyes - just for a second - to take in the smell of his aftershave and to feel the warmth of his body beneath her hands. She knew that she was allowing herself to become too close to him again, so she cleared her mind and opened her eyes. Just as she did, she saw a little girl escape her mother on the pavement and realised in a split second what was about to happen.
"Jacob!" She shouted. "Look out!"
Jacob saw the young girl in the road and slammed the breaks on as hard as he possibly could.
Now everything was silent, all Jacob could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat thumping against his chest - faster than he had ever felt it before - and the brief sound of Connie shouting or even screaming behind him as they seemed to skid in slow motion across the street.
Connie gripped hold of Jacob as everything around them seemed to become blurred. As a surgeon, Connie knew just about everything there was to know about saving lives, but the one thing she didn't know - and that she had often wondered about - was if a person's life actually flashed before their eyes before they died. All she knew was that two things filled her mind at that very moment, or rather, two people: Grace and Jacob. Despite the fact that Grace had lived away for so long and had not really bonded with Connie, her daughter was her world. She had given up the man that she might possibly love for Grace! She would have done anything for her and at that very moment, she hated herself for not having spent enough time with her.
But then she realised that the second person that occupied her mind was sitting right in front of her, trying his best to get the bike under control. There was still a chance, she thought. Jacob had never let her down before; she trusted him. In fact, he was the one person she would trust with her life and she knew, there and then that he wouldn't let the worst happen to either of them.
Just then, her head flew back and she felt herself slipping. She couldn't feel Jacob anymore and she was falling. Suddenly, she was surrounded by complete darkness.

So there it is, the first chapter. I know I left it on a bit of a cliffhanger but I had to leave you wanting more. I hope you want more anyway! Please let me know in the reviews if you enjoyed the story, if there are points I can improve on, if you have any advice... and please let me know if you would like to read the next chapter.
I really do hope you enjoyed it. Casualty is something that I have loved for years and I just hope that I have done it justice. I tried not to go OOC with the characters as I like them just the way they are and I wouldn't want to change them.
Ok, so that's all. Please don't hesitate to follow or favourite if you don't want to miss the next chapters. I'm on summer holiday now so I will have plently time for writing and you can expect a lot more from Connie and Jacob.