This is my first holby fanfiction, I would be grateful if I could have some feedback as to whether to carry on or not, the fic is based after the locker scene between Greg and Sahira, hope you like it!

Sahira stood by her locker holding her phone, she was always getting caught out when it went off on the ward but she felt she ought to have it on her, she couldn't bare the thought of something happening to Indi and his playgroup not being able to get hold of her, but she felt today she was going to be professional, she locked her phone away and ventured onto the ward. She stepped out with utmost confidence but then she stopped in her path, there he was, Greg Douglas. He was talking to Ollie. Sahira took a deep breath, after her and Greg's encounter by the lockers she hadn't spoke to him, well she hadn't spoke to him, but she had thought about him, a lot. Every time she saw her husband a wave of guilt came about her, she couldn't help wishing she could be with Greg.

Greg turned around and ran his fingers through his hair, Sahira couldn't help but grin as he looked at her, as much as she wanted to fight against her lust and be faithful to her husband she physically couldn't, she felt like she needed him and more importantly she wanted him. Every time he looked at her she couldn't contain herself and seeing him every day on the ward just made her want him even more, his cheeky lines, his ability to remember everything Sahira said his Irish accent, she loved everything about him and he had made it clear how he felt about her. The feeling was definitely mutual.

As he came closer she turned her back, Greg said in his husky Irish accent,

'Sahira we need to talk' as he led her back into the locker room. Sahira gulped she just wanted to go in there lock the door and finish what they started but that was hardly the professional attitude she had arrived to work with that morning and she would never forgive herself afterwards, instead she followed Greg inside and looked a him innocently.

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Jac was at her desk scanning over some paperwork awaiting the arrival of Ollie, beneath her hard and cold outer shell, thinking about Ollie made her go all silly like a little school girl. She felt like she wanted to be sick as she thought about it, she knew office relationships never worked, but seeing Oliver's eyes that resembled big blue pools of gorgeousness made her feel something. She admired how he managed to put up with her more than anything else, he was the only one who accepted her sarcasm and up tight ways and even Jac believed if Ollie was persistent enough he would knock down the very tall walls of Miss Naylor.

'And how is my favourite ginger this morning?' asked Ollie bringing a big breath of fresh air into the room and planting a coffee firmly upon her desk.

'Brilliant, now here is all the papers for today and there is a guy in bed two with something that might interest you then after that Greg said he had a small job for you and when you're finished report back to me preferably with good news about the man in bed two' Jac stated talking at a hundred miles an hour.

Ollie nervously laughed and scooped the papers up off Jac's desk, he peered at Jac as if he wanted her to say something however all she came back at him with was.

'Well, get on with it then'

Ollies left with a sigh. Jac joined in and gave a mighty sigh before resting her head on her table, what was it with Ollie? He was always so nice to her and worships the ground she walks on, but Jac could never let go of her emotions and be nice back, and even more so tell him how she really felt.

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'Where have you been this last week?' Greg queried, his eyes full of lust and wonder.

'I stayed at home with Indi and Rafi, Rafi went off last night, to Dubai to work for three months, and he wanted to spend his final week at home with us, but Greg, I couldn't bare it, I couldn't even look him in the eye, we haven't been getting along like we used to and he knows something is up and when he returns Greg I don't think I can go on, I...just... want to be with..'

Greg gently lifted her chin with his finger,.

'with you' finished Sahira in a voice quieter than a mouse.

Sahira burst into tears, she came into work full of confidence this morning but now she was a mess, why did have this affect on her? Sahira cried into Greg's shoulder and he stroked her hair. 'Greg can we do this? I mean, me and you do you think we can do this?

THANK YOU PLEASE R&R AND I WILL CARRY ON!