Disclaimer – This is retarded. I mean, as if the ppl who own er r gonna come on this site and write little stories about their own show. Yeah, exactly. Abby pov

I stood outside in the cold Chicago wind, wrapping my arms around me to keep warm. I was in the ambulance bay waiting not so patiently for an mva victim to arrive.

'Pratt your gonna pay for this,' I thought to myself. The sneaky bastard had not only conned me into coming outside to wait in his place, but had also told me that the ETA was 12 minutes. That was about half an hour ago.

I had only just plonked myself down on a damp wooden bench and reached into my pocket to pull out a cigarette when I heard the squeal of a siren and looked up to see the ambulance cruising into the park.

I quickly shoved the pack back into my pants and ran over to where the two paramedics were unloading the patient.

"19 year old male, multiple head contusions and a possible leg fracture."

I grabbed on to the side of the trolley and we all quickly ran in through the double doors.

Looking around as I walked in I was surprised to see how quiet the ER was. There was only three people milling around the waiting room, and I could see five of the doctors lounging around behind the front desk. They were whispering amongst themselves, heads bent inwards, and I strained to hear what they were talking about. I smiled as a saw who was sitting at the back of the group.

"Pratt," I called, releasing my hold on the trolley and sidling up to the counter. I leaned over it lazily, chin resting on my hands.

"What," he asked, barely looking my way before turning his attention back to the group. I stood up and stalked angrily to stand beside him.

"Your patient just arrived," I informed him, pointing over to where the two paramedics were standing in the hallway, glaring at us. They were beginning to get annoyed with the holdup.

"Oh, ok," he said, changing effortlessly into professional mode. I rolled my eyes. No matter how long I'd known Pratt, I still couldn't get used to him. He was the most confusing guy I'd ever met. Well, one of them at least.

I watched as he sauntered off, signalling with a small flick of the wrist for two med students to follow him. I grinned, that was my job done.

Sitting down on the seat previously occupied by Pratt, I joined in the secret meeting. As it turned out it wasn't all that interesting.

"Well I say we do it now," Carter said, putting his hand on my knee and giving me a big grin. "Hey," he whispered. I smiled back and put my hand on his. I don't know why we were whispering. No one else was paying us the least bit of attention.

"I'm with Carter," Gallant informed the group, leaning back against the desk.

"What are we talking about?" I asked, eager to find out the topic before giving my opinion.

"It's Kerry's birthday," Susan replied, the tone in her voice implying that it was more of a tragedy than a celebration.

"And…………?"

"Well we got her a cake and we were just trying to decide when to give it to her."

"Oh, well then, I guess it's better to get it over with."

"You're outvoted Susan," Luka laughed, "I don't know why you're being such an infant over this."

We all hid our grins at his slight hiccup of expression.

"The expression is 'such a baby'," Susan retorted good naturedly, "And have you ever seen how uptight Weaver gets on her birthday?"

"Trust me, its not pretty," I joked.

At that moment Weaver and Romano hurried into reception and began scrubbing names of the board.

"What's not pretty," Romano quizzed.

"Ummmmmmm…………………well………………" I stalled, looking around at the others for help.

"On second thoughts I don't really care," he snapped, moving over to the files and whipping out folders at random.

"What are you people just sitting here for," Kerry asked.

"It's your birthday Kerry, they're obviously planning something."

We all sighed, trust Romano to be such an ass.