Hi all!

I got this idea from a spoiler which said that Connie was going to be giving Jacob the cold shoulder!

I've come up with a few reasons, which all sort of merge into one story!

Hope you enjoy - SKB X

A foot slid across his thigh as he slept. Jacob murmured as his hand slipped down the other person's calf, a smile playing on his face. His arms reached out automatically and wrapped around the other figure that shared the bed. He pulled the other person in closer, in his dreamlike state. His mind was still fuzzy with alcohol from the night before. He was still to realise where he was.

"You really are a softy aren't you Mr Muscle" A voice mumbled from underneath the duvet. Jacob immediately opened his eyes and pulled back the cover in alarm. His mouth fell agape once he realised who he was snuggling up to. He withdrew his arms in horror and sat up bolt right.

"Jack?" He almost whispered.

The young receptionist smiled before pulling himself up. He was half naked, his torso on show. Luckily everything else was covered. Jacob ran his hands across his face and let out a deep sigh. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He had entered the pub with good will, offering to help a mate out. How did that end up with him sharing a bed with a man who clearly fancied the pants off him?

Connie. He suddenly thought of Connie. He had promised to cook a curry at hers. She had probably waited for him before realising he wasn't coming. She had probably gone to bed broken hearted and upset. Not that she would admit it. Jacob allowed a groan to leave his mouth before he jumped from the bed, grabbing his jacket and shoes.

"Were you going? I was going to order a taxi to work!" Jack protested as he watched the other man pull on his clothes.

"I need to go… I have to get to work…" Jacob stuttered.

"I was going to get us to work!" Jack whimpered sadly.

"I need to get there NOW!" Jacob roared. He looked about the room before quickly identifying a set of keys on the bedside cabinet.

"It's only half seven though!" Jack cried after Jacob as he pulled open the bedroom door to exit.

"I know. I'm late already!"

"Nurse Freeman, I don't believe that your jumper is part of uniform regulations" Connie barked as she stomped through the department. Her face was one of those that could kill. She looked angry and it didn't seem to be going away any time soon.

"It's cold!" Rita argued. The blonde had been on the night shift, and the corridors were freezing. She had only thrown the jumper on for a few minutes, just so that she didn't develop a cold. If she got a cold, Connie would have whined that she should have wrapped up warmer.

"No excuse. Take it off" Connie ordered before storming off in the direction of her office, a disapproving look on her face.

"I'll just freeze to death then shall I?" Rita muttered. At the same time Jacob rushed through the doors of the department. He looked like he had lost something. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth slightly twisted.

"Where's Connie?" He demanded as he stopped briefly in front of the Clinical nurse manager.

"Connie? Marched through here a few seconds ago, making orders as ever. I'd be careful though if you want to talk to her, someone has really pissed her off…" Rita started. Jacob listened to the start of the answer, but was sprinting up the corridor before Rita could finish. The blonde wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes. Forever being ignored. She watched as Jacob dashed through the corridors, dodging porters and paramedics.

Jacob needed to find Connie and explain, he needed to tell her that he loved her. He needed her to know that he wanted her. He knew how fragile she was, although she put a front on it all. He knew that she had feelings for him, more than she would care to admit. Connie admitting to them was a big thing, and now he had gone and stood her up. She was too special to be stood up. He had learnt a lot from Charlie, who had warned him to be truthful and nothing else. He had been told about her ex-husband, he knew about Grace and her Father. He knew just how fragile she really was. He couldn't betray her.

Jacob arrived at Connie's door and gave it several knocks. There was no answer. He tried several more times, before realising she wasn't going to answer. Instead he pushed the door handle down and opened up the door.

She was sat at her desk, phone in her hand. She glanced up at him surprised, before looking away again. Jacob stepped into the room and shut the door. He watched as she sat at her desk, phone pressed to her ear. He couldn't work out who she was speaking too, but she seemed almost panicked.

"Darling, I'll be as quick as I can ok. Just keep her talking" She answered before hanging up the phone. She jumped up from her chair and grabbed her handbag and coat from the coat stand beside her desk.

"Connie…" Jacob started. Connie looked him in the eye for a second before pushing past him and pulling open the office door.

"CONNIE!" He shouted after her as she disappeared up the corridor, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked.

When she didn't answer him for the second time, he followed after her. He followed her through the department, still calling after her. She refused to engage with him, instead walking faster. He finally caught up with her in the carpark as she unlocked her car. He called her once again. This time she stopped momentarily and turned to face him.

"I'm sorry!" He spoke almost pathetically.

"I'm in a hurry" She stated simply.

"Where are you going?" Jacob inquired.

"Grace… she needs me"