Repost of chapter 2. Again, this chapter has the improvements of my beta Nittles, you will probably notice a few changes if you've read this chapter before.

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I stand in front of Dr Cox's apartment for a moment and take a deep breath. This is it. I am finally going to spend some time with Dr. Cox outside of the hospital. I am overwhelmed with excitement. We could end up being friends! We may even hug!

I'm still lost in the my daydream when the door in front of me swings open, and a large shadow startles me into opening my eyes.

"Annie. There you are. I was starting to think you weren't coming. Well, don't just stand there, come on in."

I unwittingly wrinkle my nose when he speaks. He stinks of alcohol. As I walk past him and into the hall, I notice an empty bottle of scotch on the table. Yup, he's been drinking.

"Well, take a seat Newbie. You're starting to make the place look messy."

I sit on the couch and watch my mentor go to his liquor cabinet and open one more bottle of scotch, pouring the content in two glasses.

I nervously take a seat on the couch and watch Dr. Cox walk purposefully towards his liquor cabinet. He opens a new bottle of scotch, and I silently groan as I watch him pour two glasses.

He sits down beside me and offers me one of the glasses. If I don't drink it, he will, so I reluctantly accept and mutter my thanks.

I immediately gulp the whole thing down and the moment I put the glass on the table, I'm gasping from the burn in the throat.

Dr. Cox tops my glass up straight away, but still refuses to speak. I wait patiently, knowing that eventually he will make a smart remark.

I drink down the second glass of scotch and shake my head in disgust.

"You know, Dr. Cox, as much as I am really enjoying drinking your scotch, I think maybe we should, you know, talk?"

"Newbie," Dr. Cox warned menacingly.

"I promise I won't hug you!" I plead. God, I'm such a girl.

"There's not much to say," he sighed. "We fought, she left..."

"Your wife just left, and you have nothing to say?" I squeezed my eyes shut, half expecting to hear the smashing of glass, the growl of an angry man and a fist in the side of my head. Instead, I felt a shift of weight on the couch and opened my eyes enough to see Dr. Cox putting our scotch glasses in the sink.

"I don't know," Dr. Cox muttered; his back facing me. "Satan decided she couldn't live with this alcoholic hard arse anymore. She said something about damaging Jack. I love my son, Newbie; I really do, so I let her leave." Dr. Cox cleared his throat. "His room has been completely cleared out, she's not coming back."

"Perry, I'm so sorry. I didn't realise." I tried my hardest not to smile. He opened up to me. I mean, it's not like I should be jumping up and down with joy, but it's a start. He trusts me, and it takes all of my willpower to keep me rooted to the spot. God, I want to hug him!

"I can't believe these words are about to come out of my mouth," Dr. Cox turned to face me. "And so help me God if you even think about uttering what I am about to say to anybody else." I nod my head frantically. "But I am happy you are here. I don't like talking, but drinking's good, so I guess I am happy you are drinking too. I'll forget the fact you forgot to bring a crate of beer." Damn.

I allow myself to smile. "You know, I am always happy to come round and drink your fine scotch." I shudder at the thought.

Dr. Cox dropped the washcloth and wandered back over to the couch.

"We had a nice moment, Newbie. No need to get over emotional."

"Sorry…"

Dr. Cox turned on the TV and threw a beer at me.

"You know," Dr. Cox mumbled. "I am surprised you haven't gone all girly on my arse. I mean, don't you want to know why Jordan and I were fighting?"

I stare at my mentor, confused. Is he hinting at me to ask? Do I ask? Don't think JD, just do.

"Erm," I stammer hesitantly. "What were you guys fighting about?"

"She figured out that I had feelings for somebody else." His eyes didn't leave the TV screen.

My senses were on fire. This is more than I ever could have hoped for. Gossip!

"Oh, ok then." I slap myself mentally for such a lame reply. I wanted to pry. I really, really, really wanted to pry. I bet my yearly salary that he hasn't even told Carla this!

Dr. Cox adjusted his position on the couch, so that his body was facing me. "Oh, Newbie. This is disappointing. You can't tell me you don't want to know."

I watch him smile menacingly. He knows me too well. I break into a wide grin, but nerves only allow for my head to nod very slightly.

"Sure."

Dr. Cox laughed and shook his head. "No way, Newbie. This is one hell of a dirty little secret I have here, I'm not sure your girly brain can handle it."

Before I even had a chance to think of a reply, Dr. Cox grabbed my shirt and virtually dragged me onto his lap, pulling me into a passionate kiss as he did so.

He pulled away, grinning at the astonished look on my face.

"You don't need another hint, do you Newbie? I mean, even a stupid girl such as yourself would have figured it out by now." My eyes open wide with realisation.

"Good Newbie."