Well, I love this pairing, and there seems to be a shortage of fics for them... I thaught I'd join in :) Thanks to Julie and Carlos.J for the support!xx

*Disclaiming the charaters*

Here goes!

Serena shifted in her seat for what seemed like the hundredth time, willing the meeting to go faster. Cunningham was droning on about something to do with expenditure- though from looking around, Serena could see that no one else was listening to him either; Michael was picking at his fingernails, Jac was drawing herself a house in her notebook and Elliot was messing with his silk tie. Jac looked over at her, made a gun with her fingers and pressed it to her temple. Serena tried- and failed to suppress a grin.

As the meeting dragged on, Serena slumped further down into her seat. Jac's house had now become the centre of a village. Elliot's gaze had clouded over as he stared at the wall and Michael had his elbow propped on the table with his forehead resting on his palm. Serena couldn't tell if Michael was actually awake. "And that concludes our meeting." Everybody jumped up out of their seats. Cunningham seemed slightly confused at the reaction from the four consultants in front of him. "Does anyone have any questions?" His question was met with silence. "...Right, I'll see you for the next meeting."

Jac and Serena made their way to Serena's empty AAU office. She puled the key from her trouser pocket, unlocked the door and turned on the light before both consultants threw themselves onto the chesterfield sofa under the window. "I am going to kill the man." Serena mused.

"We can make it look like an accident." Jac stated in a helpful tone.

Serena turned to look out of the window at Cunningham walking to his car. As he drove off, her eyes wandered to her BMW and the empty space next to it. Hanssen's space. She couldn't help but think about the mysterious Swede. There was never really a dull moment with him around; whether that was because he was winding up Serena or his elusive sense of humour was showing through; life at Holby was never boring until he left. Cunningham volunteered to take over Hanssen's board meetings and another CEO was yet to be chosen.

Jac looked out of the window and followed her gaze, realising instantly what- or rather who she was thinking about. "You miss him, don't you?" She asked softly.

"Who?" Serena frowned.

"Hanssen."

"No..." She caught Jac's doubtful look. "Well, yes, I suppose I do a bit."

"A lot." The younger consultant smirked as Serena blushed softly.

"A bit." Serena corrected. Jac's amused look turned into a small smile, remembering something.

"He always made time for you. Especially in his last week or so, you became pretty close... In Hanssen standards I mean. Almost friends, not quite."

Serena let out a short laugh, "he hated me!"

"If he hated you, he wouldn't have argued with you- he would have just ignored you completely." Serena opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by Jac's finger being shoved in front of her face to silence her. "He wouldn't have dropped you at home after late board meetings, he wouldn't have done lunch or dinner meetings with you; he wouldn't have gone anywhere outside of the hospital with you!" Jac argued passionately.

Almost a minute passed until Serena had come up with a response. "Then why did he act like he hated me?"

"It's what he does, it's his self preservation method; even if there's nothing to preserve himself from." Jac said simply.

"So... he didn't hate me?" She asked slowly.

"No. He doesn't."

Later on in the evening, Serena was sat at her desk, nursing a luke warm coffee from Pulses; thinking back to the conversation she'd had with Jac earlier.

You miss him, don't you?

She had to admit that she did miss him, she missed him more than she should. Everything Jac said had made sense. For the two weeks before Hanssen's sudden departure, him and Serena had seemed to get on with each other without much difficulty. But then he upped and left in a rather dramatic fashion, leaving Holby, and everyone in it behind.

So... he didn't hate me.

No. He doesn't.

The rest of their conversation had confused Serena much more than the first part.

So why did he just up and leave without even so much as a goodbye?

Because he runs from his feelings, Serena.

What feelings could the cold, clinical Swede possibly harbour, she thought.

I don't understand.

And if I tell you, you never will. She stared at Jac blankly- fearing she knew what would be coming next. If you really want to find out, I think you know what you need to do... Don't leave it to chance. And with that, Jac patted Serena's leg and strode out of her office.

She picked up her phone, knowing exactly what she wanted, she needed to do. Scrolling down her contact list to a number she'd saved but never called, she pressed the call button.

"This is Heathrow airport, how may we be of service?" A chirpy young woman answered.

"When is your next available flight out to Sweden?"

Please let me know what you think about this! Ch2 is written and Ch3 needs editing... Should I continue? -Liz xx