Note: Missing scene from 'Losing the Plot' because I'm in need of all the Jimmi and Emma potential.

"I don't get how you can eat so much of this junk. It tastes revolting." Jimmi complained as he forced down another bite of the filled sandwich, only an hour or so after the last.

"Why the swap? You're clearly hating it." Emma had heard about this between morning surgeries and she still didn't understand what purpose it held.

"It's a social experiment, Dr Reid." Al replied, proud that he had came up with this idea - although he was less than interested in the little food that he was having to eat.

She stirred her coffee as she turned to them with a brow raised, "How exactly?"

Jimmi answered with a grimace, "Apparently it tests who has the strongest resolve. I have said countless times that I am happy to lose without it even having to begin."

"Al, can't you just be happy with his support? He doesn't want to do this."

Al shook his head at Jimmi, "Getting your girlfriend to fight your battles, I am disappointed in you."

"She's not my girlfriend." He said with a sigh as Emma rolled her eyes; the comments and innuendo about their night together had not ceased in the days since everyone found out.

"Yeah, yeah, and we all of course believe that." The pair in question had quickly realised it wasn't worth getting into arguments with their colleagues over the matter and hoped it would die down on its own if they ignored it.

"I don't get why Jimmi has to make his diet unhealthy rather than you just matching up to what he eats."

"Em, isn't he a little too healthy though?"

"I don't think there's anything wrong with him." She commented, catching Jimmi's eye and smiling sweetly over her mug at him.

"You guys are truly sickening, I can't be around this." Al protested as he stood up and headed in the direction of his consultation room.

Taking the newly vacated chair she smirked, "Knew that would get rid of him. You can bin it now, he's out of sight."

"Thank you." He said, throwing it instantly into the bag behind him.

"You're too nice." Emma pointed out while replacing the lid on the yoghurt she had grabbed from her fridge that morning, now realising it was a week out of date.

Without them saying anything about it he picked up the carton and binned it too, guessing what was wrong. "Most people don't think of that as a flaw."

"Did I say it was a bad thing? I have a lot to thank that good nature for." Emma said, smiling as they both knew they would allow the other to make reference to that casino night without complaint.

"Chocolate bar? I honestly don't want to look at another piece of food for a very long time after today."

"What a charmer." She muttered, taking the proffered sweet, accidentally brushing her fingers against his, the touch making both avert their lines of sight as it was the first physical contact since then. "Thanks. I should probably go take my coffee and prepare for afternoon appointments."

"Course, I should too." Neither pointed out that they still had 25 minutes remaining before they had to go back to their solitude. It seemed that it was alright when they were hinting about their actions but feeling the same reaction from such a simple graze was surprising. Not unpleasant, just confusing after the agreement that it was a one time thing.