Hello! So I know not a lot of people are keen on Jacob but I think that we are going to start to see a completely different side to him soon. So I've written this, which is kind of a following from Saturday's episode if Connie had said yes to going to dinner with Jacob! I don't know if I'm going to carry on with it but it has passed some time on a boring afternoon haha. Please read & review and let me know what you think! :) Thank you! Beth xxx

Chapter One: THE BAR

Connie's eyes hungrily searched Jacob's toned body as she stood at the door of the locker room, her mouth formed the shape of an 'o' before she quickly regained composure. The clinical lead's original intentions of going into the locker room had been completely erased from her brain, instead her mind was a party, filled with the staff nurse asking her to dinner over and over. The corners of her rosy lips twitched, threatening to burst into the beautiful smile that Jacob loved so much.

"Mrs Beauchamp?" He pulled a grey T-shirt over his head and waved his hand in the air in front of his boss's face.

"Hm?" She bit her lip, looking up at Staff Nurse Masters after being awoken from her daydream.

"Did you want something? I'm starting to think you're stalking me a little bit. Especially now, when I'm getting changed." He winked cheekily.

"You wish." A smirk covered Connie's face as she leant against the door frame with her hand on her hip, "I just came to tell you, that when you take me to dinner tonight, it better be somewhere extravagant." She peered at him from under her eyelashes seductively.

"Well sweet cheeks, I'm very sure that you said earlier that you didn't want..."

"And expensive!" Mrs Beauchamp added, interrupting Jacob before turning on her heel, "The bar on Nene Street at seven thirty."

Jacob grinned as his gaze drifted down his boss's body, this woman was incredible.


As Connie strutted into the sleek bar in her cherry coloured louboutins and a beautiful black dress, all eyes were on her. She looked simply breath taking.

The last eyes to clasp onto her, were of those belonging to Jacob, he stood up from the bar stool and pulled the clinical lead into a warm hug as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, breathing in her perfume.

"You're late Mrs Beauchamp." He winked, a gorgeous smile spreading across his face as he gestured for his date to take a seat, "What are you drinking?"

"Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate." She looked over at the barman, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, "I'll have a Bombay Cosmo."

Jacob pulled his wallet out from his back pocket and nodded at the gentleman who was fixing Connie's drink, "And I'll have a JD and coke please pal."

Mrs Beauchamp gazed at Jacob, oh goodness- he looked amazing in a shirt, "Where are we going for dinner?"

"Well I was thinking that we could just stay here and get absolutely smashed, hit the town and then back to yours?" He replied with a playful look on his face, he was joking of course.

"Sounds like my kind of night." Her voice was full of sarcasm as she reached for her cosmo and sipped it, "Well done today, Jacob. You all did very well and I think the outcome would have been so different if you hadn't have listened to Dr Munroe."

"She's a good kid. What she lacks in experience, she more than makes up for in intelligence." He picked up his Jack Daniels, "I don't want to talk about work. That's not why we are here. I wanna talk about you, Connie. I want to get to know Connie, not Mrs Beauchamp."

Connie ran her hand through her hair gently, placing her drink on the bar and turning slightly to face Jacob, "What do you want to know?"

"Your daughter. Tell me about her." He replied, leaning more towards Mrs Beauchamp so that they could hear each other amongst the noise.

The surgeon shifted in her chair, turning incredibly sombre, she cleared her throat.

"Well, she's called Grace and she's eight years old. She lives with her father, Sam, in New York." she paused, looking to the side of her head, "Do you have children?"

"Grace is a lovely name." He commented, he placed his hand on her knee gently, "It must be hard, being away from her. I was away from my parents when I was in Afghan and that was difficult, even as an adult, for them too as well."

"It is hard, yes. I miss her more and more each day but even though it feels like a part of me is missing, I know it's for the best and she's happy. And her happiness means more to me than my own. She's doing so well at school, she's seen so much more of the world than I could have ever showed her and when we see each other, it's the best. The love between us has grown tremendously, we're closer now than ever before."

"Happiness is not the absence of problems, it's the ability to deal with them." Jacob whispered, more to himself but Connie smiled and placed her hand on top of Jacob's that was still resting on her knee.

"Seriously, where are we going to dinner?" She raised her eyebrows, before pushing Jacob's hand away, laughing slightly.

"Listen, I have no clue what you like to eat, I could take you to a banging fish bar and you could be allergic and we'd end up at work in the ED!" He frowned with a laugh.

"I'm not allergic to fish but it's not particularly my favourite." She smiled, covering her mouth with her hand before taking another sip of her drink, "I thought you was a risk taker anyway, Staff Nurse Masters."

"Oh Mrs Beauchamp, I am." He smirked, standing up, having mentally chosen a restaurant in his head, "The question is... Are you?"

"Oh I've already taken many risks this evening without you even realising..." She twirled the straw around in her glass, not taking her eyes off of his.

"Like what?" He shrugged, looking at her lips before his gaze drifted back to hers.

"Well I'm here for a start." Connie finished her drink, and stood up, placing her clutch bag under her arm, "And..." She looked around for prying ears.

"And?" Jacob asked as he offered Mrs Beauchamp his arm.

Connie leant into Jacob and murmured, "I'm not wearing any knickers..."