'Serena.' Bernie croaked down the phone. Serena grinned as she settled back in the sofa of the apartment she was currently renting in Paris, hopefully soon to be visited by her gorgeous girlfriend.
'Hello darling, this is an unexpected delighted-I thought you weren't going to phone until tonight?
'Serena.'
'Bernie? Darling are you okay?' She frowned at the waver in the strong voice she had come to adore.
'Serena. Oh god Serena.' Bernie broke out in sobs. Serena sat up straight, if Bernie had broken down this early in the phonecall then something bad had to have happened. A plethora of potential disasters flittered through her mind, at least if Bernie herself was calling then she was not harmed. After the last 8 months that in itself was a win as far as she was concerned.
'Bernie what? You're scaring me.'
'Come home. Please just come home, I need you, we all need you.'
'Berenice Griselda Wolfe what is going on? Is it Jason-has something happened? Is he alright?'
'It's Jasmine she's, oh god Serena she's dead.'
'...what?' Serena's voice was faint on the line.
'She fell over with a scalpel in her pocket, she was in the basements by the wet room so no-one found her for god only knows how long. We were in surgery for 6 hours but she get kept on operating, I felt her die Serena.'
'I'm on my way darling. Thank god I'm only in Paris. Are...are you going to be okay until then?'
'If you're quick. Morven's a mess. She was so young Sere, she had so much potential she was so beautiful. How could this have happened?'
'Darling I want you to go to our office and sit down. I'll phone Henrik or Ric and get him yo bring you a nice strong cup of tea. Okay?'
'Okay.'
'I love you Bernie. I'm coming home.'