His gaze travelled up and down the young doctor.

His first glance was cursory, picking out her brown hair, white lab coat, cream blouse, black pant and black shoes.

The second glance was far more thorough. She wore sensible black shoes with a slight heal, lengthening her already lithe calves. She was slim, probably only a little over 90 pounds, but her skin told him she ate well and her posture showed she was extremely fit; most likely a mix of yoga and jogging worked into her day. There was the smallest gap where the lowest button of her blouse was undone giving the barest glimpse of a taught flat stomach and creamy pale skin, unblemished by the harsh Nevada sun. Across the rim of his chart he could see her breasts were lifted and drawn together with an expensive bra, the blouse stretching across the firm mounds. Her soft pink lips were pursed in concentration. The long soft curls of her hair were pulled back into a loose ponytail. And her eyes...her warm blue eyes reminded him of a sunrise. The black of night gives way to reds and oranges and finally the clearest blue.

Those eyes smiled at his as he sweet voice sounded his name once again.

"Yup." he said getting to his feet, cane in hand, "That's me."

He drew closer to the doctor almost half his age, until he was standing with his chest almost brushing the open file in her hands. Her gaze was locked with his.

He saw her pupils dilate by the barest amount, her breathing rate increase slightly and a pink tinge brushing her cheeks. Smirking at the tell tale signs of attraction he leaned forward, his face inches from hers, "Shall we?"

She held his gaze still, with an unexpected but not unpleasant air of confidence that sent a jolt to his stomach.

"Right this way." she said turning from him; his gaze following the movements of her cute ass before his feet began to follow her footsteps down a hall of doors.

She paused at one, opening it and waited for him to catch up.

He stopped at the threshold, glancing in at a regular looking exam room.

"Aw." he said turning his gaze back to the young doctor. "I was hoping it would be a storage room."

She smirked at his words, but he saw that here was something guarded in her eyes that conflicted with her confidant posture.

"Maybe later. Have to make sure you're up for the task first."

"Oh, I'm up for it." he said softly, resting against the door jam giving her a little more space.

"Good to know." she said as her tongue darted out to moisten her lips in an openly provocative gesture before she moved past him into the small room.

As he closed the door heard her set his file on the bench and lower the gurney against the opposite wall.

"Besides," she continued, "I doubt you're leg would stand up to the task in a storage room."

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards slightly.

It was quite a puzzle this young gorgeous doctor presented.

She was openly flirting with him, she was obviously attracted to him but there were faint glitches in her body language and facial expressions that said she wanted him to back off and that she was angry. Anger that was not directed directly at him but rather indirectly at his behaviour.

Interesting.

Schooling his features he decided to watch and observe her a little more before starting another verbal innuendo sparring match.

With a little effort he heaved himself onto the gurney.

"Okay. My name in Allison Cameron and I'll be your doctor this afternoon. We're going to go through a basic health check and then refill your Vicodin."

"Aw, can't we do that first?" he said feigning sadness.

"If you don't behave, you don't get your drugs." she said in a sing song motherly voice.

"Aw, shucks." he said smirking.

At which point the faintest sound of a chuckle reached his ears, making his smirk grow to a smile. "Have you had any health problems since your last check up?"

"I have a health problem everyday." he said his sarcasm not entirely hiding his seriousness, "It's called chronic pain."

"Other than your thigh." she said slightly exasperated.

"No."

He watched as she noted it down on his chart before she took a small box from one of the cupboards and made her way over to the gurney. She stood so close that his knees almost brushed her stomach. The heat that radiated from her made his skin tingle.

"Well, since you're sitting we'll start with heart lungs and blood pressure."

"Shirt off?" he asked innocently as possible, his eyes connecting with hers.

"Yup." she said off-handed-ly, but her gaze dropped to the equipment she was arranging on the gurney next to him.

He knew that it wasn't entirely necessary to take his shirt off, though it did help a little he supposed. And he was the one to suggest it.

He had the barest smile on his lips as he unbuttoned his shirt and then pulled his black 'The Who' shirt over his head, his gaze held his the entire time.

He watched as she glanced across his chest, her appreciation of his toned torso and biceps was subtle but none the less he saw it in her eyes.

She brought the stethoscope to his chest without bothering to warm it in the slightest. He flinched slightly at the cool metal and watched a smirk spread across her lips. After a moment of listening to his heart, she glanced at her watch as she held the bell to his heart.

"Your heart rate is a little fast." she said a little smugly, as her eyes met his, "You don't have any history of heart problems. I wonder what cause could be."

"Oh, I might have an idea or two as to the underlying cause." he said cocking his head slightly, a smile still on his lips. "Came on pretty strong in the last five minutes though."

"As long as you've got a handle on it I don't think it'll be a problem."

"I wish I did sometimes." he said slightly regretfully, memories of Stacy coming to mind.

Allison gave a nod of understanding, before moving the bell a little on his chest, her fingers brushing accidentally over his skin.

"Breathe in."

And he did.

It was at this point that the door burst open to reveal a frazzled looking Wilson.