A/N: I know Gemma has left but I loved Gemma so Gemma is staying in my stories aha, also I loved Sharon so Sharon is in this story too & Michael hasn't left! I know in my previous stories Two Babysitting Consultants and Holby Does Macbeth Cassidy is one pretend now she is three as in Holby they don't seem to be consistent with ages either ahaha! This came to me this morning since I have no internet I'm writing as much as I can in advance ahaha :P who else loves Mary-Claire? Ahaha she's great Niamh McGrady who plays her seems lovely too
Gemma drove into the car park of Holby City she was late for work, again. Finn being the case; he was no cooperating to going to school and it had made her late; Mr Griffin was going to kill her, "Oh no," she dropped her phone onto the ground the screen cracked slightly, "No, no, no!" the school of Finn was now non-existent as the screen had many cracks on it. Swearing and rushing to the entrance she was stopped by a little girl no older than three or four crying near the door, dropping any worry for work Gemma rushed over to the little girl, "Hello what's your name?" Gemma knelt down in front of the child.
"I want my mummy," she cried rubbing her eyes and Gemma's face softened even more.
"Where is your mummy darling?" Gemma asked concerned what was a little girl of this age, doing outside by herself?
"I don't know," she answered her voice innocent she was still crying, "Mummy left me here."
"Your mummy left you here alone?" Gemma asked shocked and the child burst into tears, "OK come on," she lifted her up and hugged her, "What's your name sweetie?"
"Cassidy," Cassidy answered and she leant her head on Gemma's shoulder, "I want my mummy," she gripped hard onto Gemma, "Mummy," Cassidy cried even more and Gemma picked up the bag that was next to her and walked in, Cassidy was freezing she had no coat on only a jacket over her dress and cotton tights on; she was shivering.
"Listen Cassidy first thing first we need to get you warm," Gemma explained and she lifted the child down and took her hoddie off, "Now it might be a bit big but it's really warm…do you come from Ireland?" Gemma had only noticed how the little girl sounded like Mary-Claire but a lot younger.
"Yeah," Cassidy answered as the hoddie dangled off her the arms of it hiding both of her tiny arms and it covered her dress and shoes.
"You know I work with someone who I think you might get on with," Gemma said happily she needed to get hold of Social Services, but no way could she do it in front of Cassidy, "She also has the same hair colour as you."
"My mummy says that my hair is pretty," Cassidy said and Gemma smiled, "Will you find my mummy?"
"I'll try darling," Gemma then took Cassidy by the hand, "Right Cassidy you see him over there," Gemma pointed to Ric.
"Yeah," Cassidy nodded she had the sleeve of the hoddie in her mouth, "Who is he?"
"Mr Griffin now I'm a bit late so don't let him see you," Gemma answered and Cassidy frowned her green eyes confused, "OK so you walk behind me."
"Mummy makes me do that when I see my daddy," Cassidy said innocently and Gemma found that odd, then again she hadn't even let Finn see his dad, "And I have to be shh."
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They made it into AAU without Ric seeing them and Cassidy then walked out from behind Gemma, "Right Cassidy you see-"
"Auntie MC!" Cassidy ran over and Mary-Claire turned around, "Auntie MC!" she heard again and quickly she picked up Cassidy, looking at Gemma with both surprise and annoyance.
"What are you doing here?" Mary-Claire asked and Gemma walked out over, "Where's Keela?" she asked Cassidy.
"That's the problem," Gemma walked forward and Mary-Claire looked concerned, "I found her outside alone crying."
"What?" Mary-Claire asked with panic in voice, "Cassie darling listen can you go sit over there?" Mary-Claire pointed to the chair, "So Auntie MC and Gemma can talk."
"Will you find mummy?" Cassidy asked and Mary-Claire smiled then Cassidy walked over to the chair, she had meant to tell Gemma she needed the toilet but she got herself distracted by Mary-Claire; now she had to sit and wait.
"So? What the hell happened?" Mary-Claire asked and Gemma placed the bag onto the desk.
"Apparently your sister just left her there poor thing was freezing," Gemma said to Mary-Claire, "You need to try and get hold of your sister."
Cassidy had to tell Mary-Claire, "Auntie MC," Cassidy whispered and Mary-Claire turned round.
"Not now darling I'm still talking," Mary-Claire said and Cassidy tugged on her arm, "Cassidy can't you see I'm talking?" Mary-Claire knelt down and Cassidy then went to speak but then she looked down to the ground, "Oh god almighty," Mary-Claire took off the hoddie which had a wet patch on the back and front, "Oh Gemma I'm so sorry."
"It's fine," Gemma took the hoddie and put it on the desk, "Finn done worse."
"I'm sorry," Cassidy whined and Mary-Claire felt her heart melt, "I'm sorry," she said through more tears that were falling down her cheeks. Mary-Claire then took her hand and they walked to the ladies, "I'm sorry."
"Cassidy darling stop being sorry OK," Mary-Claire walked into a toilet stall and got some toilet roll, "Let's dry those eyes," Mary-Claire placed the soft tissue to her niece's face and dried the tears that were rolling down her cheeks, "OK when did you last see your mummy?"
"Morning," Cassidy answered and she wrapped her arms around Mary-Claire, "Can you find mummy?"
"First off we need to get you out of these tights and pants OK else you'll get a rash."
"Mummy doesn't allow me to wear pants if I wet myself," Cassidy said sadly and Mary-Claire smiled lightly, "Don't be mad."
"Come on I'll get you some spare change clothes and then I'll have another talk with Gemma," Mary-Claire told her niece and Cassidy nodded her bottom lip still trembling, "Don't cry…come on darling," she held out her hand and Cassidy took her auntie's hand again. Mary-Claire lifted Cassidy up onto the counter, it seems Keela had packed a lot did she have any intention of coming back? Mary-Claire pulled out a pull-up, jeans, socks, a Hello Kitty T-shirt and a fluffy pink hoddie, "I don't thinks she has any intention of coming back," Mary-Claire whispered to Gemma.
"You need to get hold of her," Gemma pushed Mary-Claire's mobile into Mary-Claire's chest, "Alright."
"I'll get Cassidy changed first then I'll call her," Mary-Claire turned to Cassidy who had her thumb in her mouth, "Come on then you."
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Mary-Claire pulled Cassidy into Michael's office, Gemma was keeping guard outside trying to think of scenarios so Michael wouldn't go in. Cassidy stood near the sofa and Mary-Claire called her over, "I want my cat," the three year old cried and Mary-Claire walked to the door.
"Gemma," the Irishwoman whispered and the blonde doctor jumped, "Get Harry to get the cat out of the bag."
"Harry," Gemma whispered as he was confused to why the bag was there, "Go in the bag and get the cat out…I'll explain in a bit."
"The cat?" he asked and he went into the bag pulling out a toy ginger soft cat, "Why is there a bag full of kid's stuff here?" he chucked the cat to Gemma.
"I'll explain in a bit," Gemma whispered and opened the door, "Here," she chucked the cat to Mary-Claire who caught it. She then shut the door leaving Mary-Claire to hopefully settle Cassidy.
Cassidy took the cat and rubbed its tail against her nose, "Auntie MC will you find Mummy?" Cassidy asked and Mary-Claire didn't know how to answer.
"Why don't we get you changed and then we can go get some breakfast," Mary-Claire avoided the subject and Cassidy nodded, "OK then step into this," Mary-Claire ordered and Cassidy placed her arms on Mary-Claire's shoulders and stepped into the leg holes; Mary-Claire then got Cassidy to pull up her pull up whilst she got her jeans, she rolled the legs up so Cassidy could just step in and then Cassidy pulled on her jumper and put her arms through her fluffy hoddie Mary-Claire zipped it up, "All done," Mary-Claire smiled and Cassidy cuddled her, "Hey what's this for?" she asked and she squeezed the back of Cassidy's hoddie.
"Find my mummy," Cassidy said and Mary-Claire looked sad she hoped to find her sister but she knew Keela to well, when she didn't want to be found, she didn't want to be found.