He walks quickly down the hall, keeping his head down –
It's not often any more that he gets "free time" in his schedule – but thankfully the most recent morbidity and mortality conference was cancelled due to lack of slides or films – or something, he didn't really want to bother asking the pathologist to explain it, especially when it was Pee Pants because he'd be there forever –
He's got an entire hour to himself and no one's going to know he's in there –
He should be using this time to check in on patients – and he will, after he spends a good thirty minutes getting a little personal time –
He opens the door, a little surprised that it's unlocked when he faintly remembers locking it –
"Fuck me you little pussy," A woman's voice hisses and for a moment he's just sure it's Jordan –
Except it's two o'clock in the afternoon and she is definitely napping right about now.
He turns on the lights –
"SHIT!"
His mouth refuses to work, as he stares at – oh god his retinas are burning burning…
He has never desired to see Mahoney naked – ever and oh god is that a tattoo…
And Number One… oh dear god…
"We're just going to go," Denise says peevishly pulling on her top and fastening her scrubs with the agility that only comes from multiple hook ups in the hospital. A glance at Number One reveals he has an almost prodigy-esque talent for quick dressing. Undoubtedly taught to him by a devoted mentor –
He doesn't acknowledge them as they quickly shuffle their way out the door.
He stares at his desk in quiet horror, uncertain if there's enough hospital grade disinfectant in the world to make it safe to use again –
Number One has been to prison, does the man have any idea of what kind of germs you get there?