A/N: First fic on here in a while. First one I actually have preplanned First one I know exactly what direction its heading. A lot of firsts rest in this fic, I'm hoping this will be one to be proud of. New layout. New way of thinking.

Ok. This is an original fic. Doesn't really fit in anywhere. I've taken bits and pieces, and used them in here. From Jill's POV. Any flashbacks in Italics. Think that's everything.

Disclaimer: I don't own TR, sometimes I wish I did! haha. TR belongs to Yorkshire television.

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November. Cold, Very cold. And I was freezing. Somebody insisted on having the bedroom window open. The cold arctic wind blowing freely through. There had been talk of snow, although nothing had happened. Yet.

I forced myself to get out of bed. Could easily stay there all day. The other half of the bed, the half belonging to my husband. He'd got called in early. Even more reason to get up. He'd left a note, pinned to my suit jacket. He was so lovely like that. He knew I liked my sleep so didn't wake me unless he had too. To be honest I didn't hear him leave.

I looked out. The garden had a light covering of frost on it, like someone sprinkled icing sugar on it. The sky was a mix of blue, orange and red. The odd cloud floating around. I could stand and look at it for hours. Instead I gave in and dressed for work. I opened the door. The house was silent, Tom and Katie having already left for School. I had 20 minutes to sort everything out before leaving.

The journey seemed to take forever. Forever waiting. Driving slowly, as the icing sugar effect had spread to the roads and pavements as well. Then I remembered. Today something was happening. Think a very important patient was coming in, occupying one of the private rooms. Of course Gordon and Mr Rose were in charge of that one. Leaving myself and Nick to run between the wards and casualty. Any emergencies would have to have one of us attending. I knew today was going to be a long day.

I walked through the all to familiar white gate, leading up to the door. I paused, taking a deep breath, and walked in. There, behind the counter, was Lizzie, who was still deciding on wallpaper and furnishings for her new flat. Behind her, searching through the patients records, was Gordon.

"Morning! Sorry I left early. Sleep well?" He asked, standing up after having found what he was looking for.

"Erm... Yeah. Thanks. Why?"I answered quietly. Not wanting Lizzie to overhear.

"No reason. Just seemed a little restless. That's all. Look, Come and find me. Later. Do things properly. How's coffee at 11 sound?"

"Sounds perfect"

"Great. I'll see you then" Gordon said, before being called away. I gathered my letters, and paperwork and headed down to my office, wondering what the day will hold....