A distraction was the last thing she needed today. The doctor was already preoccupied with mountains of paperwork that needed to be filled out, and the constant string of things that were ready to take her attention away wasn't helping. The beautiful scenery of Gibraltar seemed to be the worst offender with it's spectacular sunset visible outside her office window, it might as well have the words "stop working" written all over it.
Gah, enough of this nonsense, I have to get back to work!
What patient was she working on now? Oh right, Hanzo. The poor dude can't catch a break, he seems to get injuries on every mission. She just has to fill out everything; appointment time, lacerations, etc, etc...
"Angela!" shouted a voice that suddenly appeared in the doorway. "I hope your day has been going well!"
Great, another distraction. This time it was in the form of the resident justice-bringer, Fareeha Amari. She is a very good friend, though. They have known each other for a very long time, so she definitely gets a pass.
"Yes, it has. I always enjoy peaceful days like this," replied the doctor.
This elicited a smile from the taller woman. "Great to hear!" she said, stepping inside. "I was just in the gym earlier, perhaps you want to join me sometime?"
Dr. Ziegler exhaled. "I don't know, my schedule is full for next week, maybe..." she managed to say, before noticing what Fareeha was wearing. It was a standard dark blue tank top, nothing too provocative, but the sweat produced from the aforementioned workout made the shirt stick to her. As a result, it was possible to see the very faint outline of her abs.
"Angela? Are you ok?" she asked. "Your face is all red."
"Oh no, it's n-nothing," the doctor responded. Except that was a blatant lie, of course. She's had this little... kink for a while now, it had this strange name. It was alvinolagnia, or something like that. It meant that the very thought of a nicely toned midsection was enough to get her mind racing, more or less. But she can't let this minor peek at her teammate's undoubtedly gorgeous torso get the best of her, she has important work to do!
"You haven't been working all day, have you?" asked the concerned Egyptian. "I think you should get some rest."
"No, no, I have to f-finish this paperwork or else W-Winston will be upset," she replied, making an attempt to hold eye contact.
Fareeha pressed her lips together. "All right, suit yourself," she said, as she turned to leave. Once she was out of sight, Angela slouched over her desk, exhaling heavily. Now, she was actually going to finish this stuff. As she faced the bright screen loaded with Hanzo's patient data, her imagination decided to have some fun guessing exactly how Fareeha's abdomen looks.
It was going to be a very long night.