(Hey, so I'm back with a slightly more random idea this time. I'm just going to roll with it and see where it goes! I loved these pairings when I last wrote them, so I decided to go there again :) Please feel free to leave a review!)

Chapter 1

"How is that even possible!?" squealed Jac as Michael stared at her wide-eyed.

"What, you wanna demonstration?" he stood up and bent over as Jac shouted at him, cringing.

"There is no way that happens and there is definitely no way I want to see it!" she wrinkled her nose as she took another sip of her drink and Michael shrugged, returning to sit on the barstool next to her.

"I'm telling you! The Consultant on a night-shift is a totally different being to the one in the day time!" He leant closer to her, dropping his voice in a mock-husky tone. "It's when their wild side comes out." Jac swatted him away as she almost snorted her drink back down her nose.

"Stop it! It's absolutely ridiculous the places your mind goes!" He feigned innocence as he opened his mouth in mock-horror.

"Who...me!?" she laughed as he reached for his drink shaking his head. "Nah I'm telling you...they'll be getting busy in the On-Call room before the night's out. You never noticed the way he's always chirpier after a night-shift with her?" Michael burped as Jac ordered them another round of drinks, making them doubles. Once she had her drink of rum nestled safely in her hands she frowned in frustration.

"No, I just can't see it! Hanssen is a very attractive man, don't get me wrong..." she said as Michael burst into fits of laughter. "...HOWEVER...I doubt he'd have enough passion to satisfy a woman like Serena Campbell!" She chuckled as she took a sip of her drink, turning to Michael. "But then again..." her eyes lit up as she had clearly thought of something else. "...what if he saves all his passion for their night-shift dalliances!?" Michael's eyes widened as he leaned in, becoming serious.

"That makes sense, Naylor. Oh my God it's true!" He slapped his hand down on the bar and threw back his head laughing loudly. He stopped suddenly, turning his head towards her. "Oh but that's just nasty." he cringed as an unwanted image entered his mind. Jac laughed at his expression and continued to drink her drink, her thoughts drifting. Suddenly, she heard the Karaoke master calling out for two volunteers to sing. She usually had fun on Karaoke because there was no pressure to sound even remotely in-tune. Looking at Michael, she raised her eyebrows expectantly until he understood what she was getting at. "Oh no. No way, you remember what happened last time!" She did indeed remember...it was hard not to when you had to fork-out £200 in damages after Michael had tripped leaving the stage and pulled the sound system down on top of him, breaking it. She batted her eyelashes at him until, with a grumble, he finished his drink and stood up.

"Yes!" she shouted gleefully as they made their way towards the small stage at the end of the room. Scanning through the song-list she pointed triumphantly at a song, and Michael groaned.

"Again!?" he complained as she grabbed a mic, handing it to him.

"Of course!" she laughed as the first bars of the song came over the speakers. Michael glared at her before smiling and taking a deep breath.

"You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar

When I met you,

I picked you out I shook you up

And turned you around,

Turned you into someone new..."

Jac began to dance about the stage as Michael really hammed up the singing, imitating Philip Oakey's voice. They continued singing at each other for the next few minutes, most of the pub joining in on the chorus.

"Don't you want me baby?

Don't you want me -Oh

Don't you want me baby?

Don't you want me -Oh..."

As the song drew to a close, Jac and Michael finished back to back, posing and pouting dramatically as cheers erupted from around the pub. Bowing, Jac headed straight for the bar as Michael, carefully, followed. She turned as she felt his hand on her lower back, and handed him another double rum.

"Hey, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to get me drunk so you could have your way with me, Naylor." he smiled jokingly as she turned and looked at him as if he were ridiculous.

"I like rum, but I don't like drinking alone. So sue me." she said as she clinked her glass against his and took a sip.

"You know, I think I'm beginning to really like drunk Jac." He smiled as she swallowed a large mouthful, grimacing.

"Good, then you can keep her drunk." she motioned to the near-empty glass and Michael laughed, signalling to the barman.

Serena looked up at the clock, then continued writing quickly, reaching the end of the page and sighing triumphantly as she closed the folder, leaning back in her chair. There was a knock at the office door as Hanssen poked his head around, nodding when he saw she wasn't busy, and entered with two mugs of coffee.

"Just what the doctor ordered!" she commented as she reached out and took a mug from him. "Thank you." He took a seat opposite her and watched as she took a sip, sighing contentedly to herself. He reached across for the file she had just been writing in and read her annotations. Serena watched him closely as his eyes ticked over the page in front of him, giving nothing away. He closed the folder, placed it back on the desk and looked up at her.

"Very good Ms. Campbell."

"Why thank you Mr. Hanssen." she said lightly, sipping her coffee and attempting to shuffle the files on her desk into some kind of order. Hanssen watched her, a look of amusement on his face, as she seemed to be making matters worse.

"Allow me, Ms. Campbell." he said suddenly, as he put down his mug and scooped up all the files, stacking them neatly at one end of the desk. She smiled, her face flushing slightly.

"Thank you." They sat in silence for a few minutes until Serena's pager began to beep, followed by Hanssen's. She checked the message and sighed, putting down her mug and standing, as he did the same. "Once more unto the breach..." she muttered as they left the office. As they reached the ward, they saw Chantelle stood over a young patient, him writing in pain.

"What happened Nurse Lane?" Hanssen asked as he reached the young man's side and pulled back the sheet, revealing a red stain creeping across his gown.

"I don't know...he...Oh!" she exclaimed as she saw the blood surrounding his abdomen.

"Split stitches." Serena confirmed as she looked over at Hanssen. "Back into Theatre we go!" she said feigning excitement as she left Hanssen with Chantelle who went back to the Nurses' Station. Hanssen stood staring after her.

Serena burst into her office not half an hour later, flicking on the light and jumping as she caught something moving out of the corner of her eye. She raised a hand to her chest and glared at Hanssen who was stood by the windows.

"I wish you wouldn't do that!" she breathed as she patted her chest and moved around her desk, searching for a file.

"Do what?" he asked, oblivious.

"Lurk." she said through clenched teeth as she realised she couldn't find the file. "Damn." she said, standing back and looking around thoughtfully.

"What is it you've lost, Ms. Campbell?" he asked as he moved closer, hoping to help.

"What, you mean apart from my mind!?" She laughed at the expression of confusion on his face. "A patient file...bed 3 Mrs..."

"...Traherney, yes her file is with Nurse Lane. She came to get it when she was doing Obs." he stated smugly as Serena raised her arms in annoyance.

"I wish people wouldn't move things without telling me!" she grumbled as she yanked open the door and headed to find Chantelle. Hanssen followed her and caught up with her at the Nurses' Station as she was barking orders at the young nurse. "Yes, I am sure. Please lower the dosage...we don't want to knock her out!" she snapped as she rifled through another patient's folder. "Ah!" she exclaimed happily as she found the page she was looking for and began to pat her pockets looking for a pen. She looked at Hanssen hopefully but he shrugged. Turning back to the station, she hopped up so she was leaning over the countertop, reaching for a pen on the desk in front of her. Hanssen's eyes widened at the sight in front of him and he turned away quickly, clearing his throat. Serena hopped back down, completely oblivious to the turmoil the man behind her was going through, and began to add notes to the page in front of her. Hanssen took a breath, pulling himself together and stepped to the side of her, reading what she had just written. "You're doing it again." she murmured without looking up, continuing to write. Hanssen assumed she must be speaking to him.

"Am I? Doing what exactly?"

"Lurking." she said simply as she finished her writing and turned to face him. "It is very off-putting." she stated before heading down the ward towards another patient. Hanssen smiled slightly as he watched her go, noticing how the elderly woman in the bed welcomed her warmly, smiling. He had to admit it...you may think of her as a terrifying, forbidding woman, but when you saw how she was with the patients...it really was a complete transformation.

"Mr. Hanssen, could you sign this please?" Chantelle asked sweetly as he turned and saw discharge papers for a patient due to be discharged the following morning. Picking up the pen Serena had used moments ago, he signed his name and watched as the young nurse headed across the station, placing it in a tray. He was fiddling with the pen until a hand reached from behind him, the other one resting on his lower back, and snatched it away from him.

"Sorry, urgent!" she threw over her shoulder as she returned to her patient, handing her the pen. Hanssen watched in amazement as she pulled out a newspaper and began doing the crossword, Serena helping her.