Author's Note:this is a coda to tonight's episode (the one that airs after "Jamal au vu all over again")

It was the paper's fault.

Divya was in the house alone, performing an inventory on all the supplies there were in the Lawson house. She knew exactly where everything was, and where everyone was: Hank was out with Jill to see a patient and then go grab a bite to eat. Evan was... Divya wasn't sure it was wise to see if he had penned anything in on his calendar. He left his laptop here, not to mention leaving it open for the screensaver to run.

On tv and in the movies, what happened next would have been brought about by a pill bottle being knocked over, or her hand reaching and missing something. But Divya had better motor control than most starlets and fictional characters, so it wasn't that.

It was a paper. Said paper had been moved from one small stack to another by Divya's smooth hands, only for a light breeze to tustle the tips of her hair and move the paper just enough to trigger the laptop's mouse.

The cartwheeling money - Dollars, Pounds, Yen - vanished, replaced by a simple set of words:

PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD

Divya's gaze moved to it - the eye is drawn to movement, after all; basic biology - and she looked at those three words, looked at the empty password box. Evan would not have left his laptop out if he had something scandalous on it, Divya thought, a thought appended a moment later with, Granted, it is Evan's...he might be preparing yet another round of interactive pie charts and quarterly... and shook her head.

Just one look, she told herself, rationalizing it as avoiding any unpleasant surprises in the next HankMed conference or summit or whatever Evan was going to call it when he sprang it on them. One look, as she considered what Evan would consider a viable password. She could always deny it later.

After she had left to treat some surfers, followed by a pet that Evan would have called Cujo's big brother, Divya returned to the house, where she found Evan standing and looking out at the ocean.

Stopping on the other side of the patio, "We need to talk," Divya said.

"What can I do for my favorite P.A.?" Evan asked, turning his head to look at her. "Did we expand the HankMed family today?"

"We did," Divya said, ignoring the little voice in her head that told her how, if the tone were different, it could have been romantic followed by either teasing, innuendo, playful, or promise. "But that isn't what this is about."

"Oh?" turning around to give her his full attention.

He's always like that, said the little judge in her brain, giving you the impression that you are the most important person he's talking to. "Why are you quitting?"

"Huh. Uh, you saw that, did you?" Under his breath, Evan said, "I really need to get a better screensaver password."

Granted that 'a pair au pair' is not something that crosses most minds, Divya granted. But what she said was, "I did. Is this about what...what we discussed yesterday?" Evan's laptop had had one open file when she'd entered the password...and the file was Evan's letter of resignation from HankMed.

"Yester- What, oh no. No, definately not, Divs. I -" pausing at her narrowing eyes. "You're going to hit me again, aren't you?"

"Not if you don't make me do so."

Well that probably isn't the face you wear when you're about to kiss...not that I would know, since I was looking elsewhere at the time, rather understandably, what with everything and - and told himself to stop that and to start talking. It worried him some that that admonishing inner voice sounded exactly like Divya's....Evan figured it wasn't actually her talking, because that would have meant that he'd said the preceeding words, and Divya wasn't hitting him, so...

"Noted," Evan said. "Though, Divya, did you look at the file?"

"I did," she admitted. "Which is why I need to know if this is related to our earlier discussion."

"While it was great, even if the situation left whole bunches to be desired, I gotta say, it's not connected to the file. Well," Evan said with a shrug and a slight duck of his head, "thematically, okay, it's connected."

"Explain," Divya said.

Evan smiled, looking cheerfully at her.

"What?" she asked.

"You didn't look at the date."

Divya just looked at him, patiently awaiting the moment he would start making sense.

"The date the program says I saved the file," Evan said. "Divvy, the last time I added anything to that file was weeks ago."

"What?"

"Before the whole business with your parents and the horses," Evan added.

"Then why did you write it?" Divya asked, very concerned: it was exceedingly rare that things didn't add up when Evan was making sense.

"Not just you," Evan said. Putting one hand to the back of his neck, "Well, you were a big part of it, and..." and shook his head. "You're right."

"I usually am. Right about what this time?"

"I don't have lasting relationships. In anything, really, it's not just with women that I suck."

They both elected to let that slip pass them by.

"Tell me something," Evan said. "Total and complete honesty, okay? I can take it. Dish it out."

"Okay," Divya said.

Before she could say anything more, Evan asked her, "Why do you think I came to the Hamptons?"

"Because Hank wouldn't have driven here himself?"

"There is that, but that's a symptom, not the cause. What, I pay attention when the two of you talk."

"That or you watch House."

He cracked a smile. "The two are not mutually exclusive, you know.

"But I came to the Hamptons because I none of my enterprises ever work for very long, and that's when they work at all. I'm telling you, Divya, if Raj or anybody had called and offered me a job - doing your taxes, folding laundry, watching kids - before I had the idea to bring my brother up here, I would've grabbed it in a second," snapping his fingers.

"One more job," Divya said.

Evan nodded. "For however long that would've lasted. I can't stick to anything, no matter how hard I try - eventually everything loses its luster, and my mind starts thinking up new business opportunities."

Now Evan's near-constant proposed additions to HankMed made sense to Divya: He's trying to stay interested. He's attempting to stick around and stay with his creation. "Evan, I -"

"Don't need to be bothered by me, I know," he said, nodding. "If it helps any, it's not you, it's me - cliche, I know, but hey," with a shrug. "It's been a long time coming." And, as he walked by, knowing her well enough that his shoulder didn't rub against hers, "Namaste."