Hanssen's PA turns Doctor

This is my first Holby fic, yay. It contains an OC of mine and one of the most sexiest characters in the programme. I you all enjoy it. I welcome all feedback so please praise, correct and constructively criticise. Later chapters also contain a bit of Welsh so if you'd like me to put a translation at the bottom I can do that, but if you're happy just copying and pasting into Google Translate that's fine by me.


"Certainly Mr Hanssen."
"Oh, and don't forget to call off my meeting with Mr Cunningham, I'm due in theatre and I won't have time to meet with him."
"Of course Mr Hanssen, would you like anything else?"
"No that will be all, thank you." He watched as the young girl gave a polite nod of the head and glided out if his office, carefully shutting his door on the way out. Her sweet, soft voice still rung in his ears as he turned back to his laptop and carried on typing. 'She's very efficient and polite. It's a shame her career fell apart like it did, and all because of financial problems.' He thought to himself.
Tabitha Rees was 22 years old, she had very short brown hair and light grey eyes, she was friendly, little bit ditzy but was very intelligent and held a Master of Sciences in Software Engineering, a PhD in Vehicle Mechanics and a Doctor of Medicine.
She had come to Holby when her colleague, Dr Erin Williams, fainted during an Emergency Services Open Day. It was mid July, in the middle of a heat wave and they were stuck in crowded tent giving a workshop on First Aid. Tabitha decided it was good oportunity to show people, using a real life situation, how what they had learned could help in an emergency. She stayed with Erin while she was recovering on AAU and when Erin had an allergic reaction to the drugs she was given, Tabby was on hand to sort things out.
Hanssen, who was on a ward inspection at the time, had witnessed her skills and thought that she would be a good addition to the Acute Admissions team, though when he interviewed her in his office he found that she was only a General Practitioner and had no experience in surgery or emergency medicine.
Though once Erin was back on her feet Tabby had a brain wave, they both turned up outside Hanssen's door and pitched their idea about opening a small GP clinic on the ground floor. He was skeptic at first but when they created a make shift clinic, out of portable certains, desks and chairs, and piloted the idea he felt it was brilliant. He gained a loan from the Department of Health and set to work to build a small clinic on the first floor.
It went well until the clinic's funds ran out and the DoH wouldn't give any more money and Hanssen had to give money to other departments to help keep them running, so her clinic shut down. Both were told that they couldn't go back to being Health Education Experts and there were no jobs anywhere else. Erin went back to Medical School and studied General Surgery and Tabitha asked Hanssen for help, which got her the job of Personal Assistant, though not anyones personal assistant, oh no: Henrik Hanssen's personal assistant.

She became weary with the day to day commands and needs of the hospital's Director of Surgery. She was constantly pissed off with his ever contradictory demands, trying to keep up with him was like trying to stitch a head wound whilst off your face on gin and tequila; one minute he asks you set up a meeting, within 5 minutes he wants you to cancel it; he asks you to take his surgery list, timetable it up with the rest of his tasks that day, phone someone to set up a meeting and then get the conference room prepped for a patient discussion, all at the same bloody time. She was beginning to find it impossible. Today she was asked to retrieve comment forms from each consultant on every ward and bring them back to him by 10:00am. No chance. She had over 20 wards to visit within 1 hour, each with at least two very busy consultants whom the majority wouldn't have filled out the form because of their busy work schedule, so she couldn't get them. When she came back to his office he counted the papers, "35, 36, 37... you only have 38?" He asked knowing that that wasn't everybody.
"Yes, Sir, many haven't filled them out yet so these were the only ones that were given to me." Tabby answered apologetically.
Hanssen tutted, "But there's 52 consultants in this hospital." He waited for an excuse that never came, "Alright, I suppose it can't be helped." He sighed, disappointed.
Tabby looked heart broken, she never wanted to let anyone down, especially not Hanssen, he'd make her pay by giving her so much to do her working life would be hell, "It's not my fault, Sir, they haven't filled them out, do you want me to hand you back empty sheets?" She bit her lip realising that last comment came out slightly more argumentative than she wanted it to.
"Well no, but I expect them to be completed by the deadline I asked, they've had two weeks to fill these forms out and I have 14 that haven't been done." Hanssen sounded slightly pissed off.
Tabitha had tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry, Sir, but I don't know what you want me to do."
Hanssen slapped the papers down on the desk and turned to his laptop, "Well, there's nothing you can do." He sighed.
Tabby bit her lip again, "What...shall I do...now...then?" She queried hesitantly.
"Ah, yes, turns out I do have something for you to do." He opened his drawer and sifted through it, "I have been asked to speak at a conference in Wrexham and was wondering if you could proof read this for me?" He handed her the the small booklet.
"Of course Mr Hanssen." She sat at the back of Hanssen's office and opened the booklet when two tickets fell out. She picked them up and realised they were train tickets from Bristol Parkway to Wrexham Central, "Mr Hanssen, you have two train tickets, both are outbound to Wrexham, this never went through me, who else is going?" She was confused, any travel arrangements for work related trips were sorted out by her but this was the first she had heard of this one.
Hanssen gave her a knowing smirk, she recognised it straight away.
"Me?" She pointed to herself, shocked.
Hanssen nodded, "You." He confirmed, slightly amused by her perplexed expression.
"But...why?"
"I thought you could use some of your Welsh charm and help me network whilst we're there. I'm sure there will be many Welsh speaking delegates who would be beneficial for us to build contacts with, and you're the only person I know in this hospital who can speak the language." He explained.
"Ah, so I do have another use than just being a maid." She muttered.
"I'm sorry?" Hanssen knew the comment wasn't one he really wanted to hear but he doubted she would repeat it to him.
Just as Hanssen thought she immediately changed the subject, "You don't have return tickets?"
"They're in my drawer." He stated, then got back to his email.

They sat in an awkward silence for a moment or two, when Tabby decided to speak up, "So...do you still want me to proof read this for you?"
Hanssen swiftly glanced to her, "Yes please. Oh and I was also wondering if you could translate my opening paragraph into Welsh?" His voice filled with subtle hope.
Tabby was shocked for a moment, "Of course, Sir, I'll see what I can do." She got up and left the room, gently placing the tickets on his desk then quietly leaving his office.

He thought it very strange how he found Tabitha's timid traits quite endearing, the way she tip toed throughout his office, putting things down and closing things gently trying to keep the noise to a minimum. But then he realised that if he's going to start his speech in Welsh he's going to need some lessons from her.

Tabby sat in her office and began translating his opening paragraph:
Good Morning, My name is Henrik Hanssen and I'm am CEO and Director of Surgery at Holby City Hospital in Bristol. I believe that in any hospital, whether it's a private establishment or NHS run, patients' care and comfort should come first. In today's society, hospitals concentrate far too much on saving money and from my own experience it has put patients lives at risk. I was brought into Holby to help save money and push the hospital to its full potential, though it's difficult to do both of those things at once. We need money and resources pushed into the NHS to help achieve that potential, though we can not do it on a budget. That's why today I will be talking about Holby's plans for the future, a future of new technology, eco-schemes and economical come backs.

She sighed, "This could take while." She mumbled.