Guys – I know I have already done 2 Hanssen/Serena fanfics, but my friend asked me to do this one, so that's why I've done it. Hope you enjoy it – Please review!xxxx

Serena sighed irritably. Conferences. What was the point in them? She swore they were just excuses for the top-knobs to flirt with women and drink alcohol all evening. She glanced around the table and realised that she had never attended a more boring dinner in her life. She subtly kicked the person on the right, trying to get their attention. Hanssen was talking to the man on his right about some operation the man had once done. He turned in his seat to face Serena when he received her kick. He raised an eyebrow at her quizzically, wondering why she had interrupted his conversation.

"Why the hell did I let you drag me here?" She hissed in his ear. "I wouldn't mind but I can't even go home tonight. This hotel looks like it's been around for 1001 years." The corners of his mouth curled in amusement, but he just turned to the man on his right, listening to how the man had single-handedly saved his patients life. Serena sighed in annoyance. He had dragged her away from her home for the whole weekend and made her sit through this hell. She felt like strangling him when he smirked at her sigh. He pulled his mobile out of his pocket when the man to his right reached for the wine bottle. He scrolled through his contacts, and dialled a number. When the man started to top up Hanssen's glass, he slipped his phone back in his pocket. Serena glanced at him suspiciously. Suddenly her phone started ringing, she checked the caller ID, grateful for the distraction.

Incoming Call – Henrik Hanssen.

She glanced at him suspiciously, before resorting to poking him. He grabbed her hand to stop her poking and looked at her pointedly. Cottoning on, she answered the call.

"Hello... Yes." She was surprisingly good at holding a pretend conversation. "What? Ok, we'll get there as soon as we can." She hung up and turned to Hanssen. "Mr Hanssen, there's an emergency. We need to go." She stood and waited for Hanssen to join her.

"Should we save Mr Spence as well?" Hanssen whispered. Serena glanced over to where Michael was sitting.

"Maybe not," She smiled, noticing he was talking animatedly to a pretty brunette, with that 'I wanna eat you right now' look on his face. She grabbed Hanssen's arm and lead him out of the dining room and into reception.

"Clever idea," She smiled.

"Now what though?"

"I don't know. Sing hallelujah, praise the lord and do the can-can." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh come on. You forced me here." She grabbed his arm again and led him to the main door, down the steps and on to the street. Serena felt Hanssen tense beside her. Realising, she dropped his arm and walked awkwardly beside him, trying not to let their hands brush.

"Where actually are we going?" He asked her. She sighed, all these Mr Sensible questions were getting on her nerves and she told him as much.

"Well, one of us has to be the sensible adult." He retorted. She glared at him and an awkward silence followed. They reached a gate for a park and Hanssen opened it, gesturing for her to go first. She obeyed and started to walk off while he shut the gate behind them.

"Ms Campbell, wait." He called, hurrying after her. She stopped dead, but didn't make any effort to look at him. "I'm sorry," He said. She fixed him with an icy stare.

"What for?" She asked.

"For calling you insensible. Come on, this is clearly going to be a painful and long weekend, so I think we should join forces to make it less painful."

Serena nodded. "Fine, we'll grin and bear it together."

"Sounds like a plan," He smiled. Serena looked at him closely. She had hardly ever seen Hanssen smile, and it wasn't an unpleasant sight to say the least.

"Do you know what comes second in the list of how to survive this weekend from hell?"

"No, surprise me."
"Wine," She smiled, noticing an off licence just ahead of them. They went through the gates at the other end of the park and entered the shop. Serena selected a bottle and Hanssen paid for it. Just as they made for the door, a group of men walked in.

"Oi," One of them slurred, clearly drunk. He was obviously the leader of this little gang. "Cor, she's a bit of alright." He leered at Serena.

"Excuse us, please," Serena asked them.

"Not unless you giss me a kiss, princess." Hanssen reached for Serena's hand, feeling protective of her. "Please let us through." Hanssen said, in his most commanding voice. The leader was clearly going to argue but Hanssen had drawn up to his highest height, emphasizing how intimidating he was. The man through him one last, dirty look before nudging his mates and skulking off to the back of the shop. Hanssen, who was still holding onto Serena's hand, pulled her out of the shop and back into the park. Serena's mind was focused on Hanssen's hand around hers. His hand was warm and his touch made her feel… strange. She was glad it was quite dark because she felt herself blushing. Hanssen's grip on her was at a slightly awkward angle, so Serena turned hers slightly so it was more comfortable. Hanssen felt his breath catch when she turned her hand in his. He was tempted to drop hers but surely if she wanted that she would have dropped his, not made it more comfortable? He entwined his fingers with hers, thinking about how comfortable he actually felt holding her hand. They stayed in silence until the hotel was in sight.

"Oh, sorry," Hanssen said, dropping her hand and pretending like he hadn't realised they were holding hands.

"We'll have to be careful, try to avoid bumping into anyone." Hanssen nodded and followed Serena, who led him safely all the way to the 3rd floor and outside her room.

"Well, come in," She smiled, opening the door. They both stepped in and Hanssen placed the wine on the coffee table and took his jacket off and sat in the armchair while Serena closed the door behind them, got two glasses from the cupboard and proceeded to pour the wine.

"So, was it the best of ideas to share a room with Michael?" She asked, handing him a glass and sitting in the opposite chair.

"We didn't really have much choice seeing as though all the other people attended this conference had booked up the other rooms. I can't say I'm particularly looking forward to it though. You know how - well you know what Mr Spence is like." She smirked; glad she had her own room. "Cheers," He added, clinking his glass against hers. Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Serena," A familiar American voice drawled on the other side of the door.

"Speak of the devil," She muttered, standing up to open the door. "What, Michael?"

"Do you know where Hanssen is?"

"Here," She gestured behind her. Michael hurried past her and up to the Swede. "Mr Hanssen – wait, what are you doing here?"

"We decided to escape from dinner early." Serena explained for him. "Then we was about to have a steamy, passionate-"

"That's quite enough, Ms Campbell." Hanssen interjected quickly. Michael looked amused for a moment but his own worries seemed to concern him more so he pressed on. "You know that girl I was with, Yvonne? Well, I was wondering if you would-"

"If he would move out of your room for the night so you and your Yvonne can share a steamy, passionate-" Serena guessed.

"Well," Michael interrupted her quickly. "No, we just gonna spend the evening together, talking and stuff."

"Yeah, naked and in your bed. So, what do you say?" They both turned to face Hanssen.

"You're asking me if I will give up my bed so you can spend the night with a stranger? Of course-"

"You can. Have fun Michael." Serena led him to the door. "Don't break her heart too much." She called after him. She closed the door and turned to face Hanssen. He stared at her.

"What?" She asked.

"What?" He repeated. "You've just given my bed to a total stranger and now I have nowhere to-"

"Of course you do. Here." He looked at her for a few moments.

"So now we have to share a room so he can-"

"Oh, shut up Henrik. His ex ran off with Ric, for Christ sake. Let him have some fun."

Hanssen sighed and sat back down in the arm chair.

"And you never know, it might be fun." She smiled. Hanssen looked up from his wine glass and into her sparkling eyes. He felt really flustered and his cheeks started to colour..