Taking What's Given 1
Summary: The one doctor no one thought would walk back into the ER returns, but they don't return alone.
Rating: FRT, for language and sexual insinuations
Spoilers: Through the season finale. There won't be too many specific references, but everything through the 13th season finale has happened.
Author's Note: Alrighty, this is my first ER fanfic. I've been writing for a while and am focused mainly in The Office fandom, but I'm branching out to others again. I'm a huge REELA fan so, that's pretty much where this is going to go. I haven't seen too many episodes since the beginning of the 11th season (just off and on thanks to being busy as hell the last couple years), but I'm working on catching up thanks to TNT and them rerunning the episodes in order. This isn't beta'd, but if anyone reads it, thinks I need one, and is willing to help out, just let me know (I'm always willing to have one). Okay, enough of my ramblings, here's the first chapter: an appetizer if you will (aka, it's short).
Neela breathed out deeply and looked at the pile of charts before her. She had been back in the ER for two years, but she still felt bogged down by everything. She was working her third double shift of the week, but the alternative was sitting at home blaming hersef.
"Go home, Neela."
She looked up to see Abby standing in the doorway of the lounge. She leaned back into the couch as her friend approached. "You look like hell."
"Well, at least I look as good as I feel."
"How's your back?" Abby asked, sitting next to Neela.
"Stiff."
"Neela, go home. You've been her long enough."
"I still have three hours left."
"Too bad. It's dead around here and we're overstaffed as it is. Luka thinks we need extra people on to welcome a new Pysch doctor."
"She's the new attending up there."
"Attending smending. I don't care if she's the queen of Sheba, which I hear she thinks she is, we don't need you, me, Morris, Collins, Luka, Pratt and Hope. Not to mention the three new interns I can't remember the names of and the handful of med students wandering around. It's just plain excessive. Go home."
Neela sighed and looked to her friend. "Fine, but let me check on the kid in curtain two before I leave."
"Fantastic," Abby said as she lifted herself off the couch.
After Abby left the lounge, Neela leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. She blew out a long breath and looked around the room before she got up to check on her last patient of the day.
"Frank, will there ever be a day when you aren't a complete arse?" Neela asked as she stood at the admit desk to sign out her patient.
"I'm just saying, you look like you were hit by a truck."
Neela shook her head at the comment, thinking how terrible that expression had become to her. She didn't look up at him, but scoffed. Pratt's voice did bring her gaze from the chart in front of her.
"Come on, Neela, you can't tell me you don't want to meet the new Psych bitch. Besides, I hear there's going to be a new resident candidate coming up with her. It could be fun."
"Yippee. I'm so excited Greg, really, but my back is killing me and I'm tired as all hell. I need some bloody sleep."
"Fine. Leave us."
"I will." She finished her paperwork and was about to turn to go when Pratt spoke again.
"Holy shit."
"What?"
"That's one person I never thought I'd see walk in here again."
Neela looked up at him and Frank who were both staring at the door. Whoever it was seemed to be a shock to them. She turned around and promptly dropped the charts in her hand.
"Ray?"