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Serena grabbed her coat and bag before running out of her office to find the one person she knew she could trust through what was to follow. Striding down the corridor in her usual 'takes-no-prisoners' kind of fashion, she ignored the shouted invitation to drinks from Harry Tressler; really not in the mood for his antics.

"Jac..." She drawled as she entered the younger consultant's office. Jac eyed her suspiciously. "I need cover for a few days."

Jac smiled knowingly and narrowed her eyes, making a mock-serious face. "And where might you be going, Ms. Campbell?" Serena shifted slightly and looked down at her feet. Jac immediately knew exactly where she was going, andexactly why- she wanted to hear it from her lips.

Serena looked down at her Jimmy Choo's, feeling like the child who'd been called to the headmasters office. After a few moments, she looked up to meet Jac's eyes. "Sweden."

Jac smiled. A sight not many of the people in the hospital had ever seen before. "Well, I suppose I could pull a few strings."

"I can feel an 'if' coming on," Serena sounded slightly wary.

"If you promise to text me at least once a day, to let me know what's going on."

"But-"

"Promise." She asserted, pointing a finger in the older consultant's face for the second time in the space of an hour.

"Promise." Serena gave in, holding her hands up in defeat. Jac pressed a note into Serena's palm before pulling her into an embrace, much like a daughter saying goodbye to her mother before going away. "Keep the place in-line while I'm gone!"

"Yes, boss." Jac smiled at Serena warmly, genuinely. "Now go, woman! You'll be late!"

They smiled at each other once more before Serena turned and strode down to the lifts. Feeling glad she had a friend like Jac, she stepped into the lift- giving her ward one last glance before the doors closed.

Serena crashed through her front door in a rather dramatic fashion, kicking it shut with her foot and kicking her heels off in the middle of her doorway. She ran upstairs to grab a suitcase from the spare room then ran into her bedroom to pack. It was now 2:45; she was due at the airport at 3:30- she still had to pack and call Eleanor. Telling Ellie wouldn't be too hard- she was on a school trip in Berlin. She opened her wardrobe and was greeted by the colourful array of blouses, scarves, dresses and coats. She reached in an pulled out three pairs of work trousers, her black pencil skirt (which was one of her favorites, but she never wore it, just in case someone was sick on it) and a black dress. Reaching in again she pulled out a few different blouses to choose from.

By 3 o'clock, Serena was packed, changed and waiting for the taxi she'd ordered. She bent down to push her shoe on when she heard the beep of the newly arrived taxi outside her house. She took a breath. 'This is it,' she thought. Grabbing her bag, coat and suitcase, she stepped out of the house and locked the door, before walking over to the black cab.

"Heathrow airport please."

"Alright, love." The balding, East- End sounding driver replied in a rough tone.

Serena got into the cab, pulled out her phone and dialled a familliar number. It only rung twice before it was answered.

"Hi, Mum!" A very energetic Eleanor answered.

"Hi, darling- how are you?"

"I'm great! We're going to Brussels..." She paused and her voice took a worried tone. "Are you okay?"

"Ellie..."

"Mother. What's going on?"

"I have to go away for a few days, I'll be back by the time you get home though. I just thought I should let you know." Serena rushed.

"Oh... you had me worried, I thaught you were going to tell me that someone had died!" Eleanor laughed. "Where are you going?"

"Sweden." She said slowly.

"Oh wow, so you are actually going away. Wait- isn't that where your boss lives?"

"Yes it is."

"Your tall, handsome, Swedish boss?"

"Erm..."

"-And youre going to find him, right?" Ellie asked bluntly.

"No I am-"

"Shut up, Mum; I know you are! It was inevitable," Serena sat smiling at how perceptive her daughter really was. "Oh, we're in Brussels now! Text me later! Love you."

"Love you too."

Holby looked so much smaller from the sky. It was now 4:15, the plane had just left the runway. Holby was getting smaller, but more beautiful by the second. The sunlight had long gone from the inky-black winter sky, leaving the moon to illuminate the landscapes in it's absence. The small lights from houses and cars became more sparse as they flew furter out of the city and towards the countryside.

Within 20 minutes, the plane was over the sea. The flight was relatively quiet and the sea provided a calming atmosphere. Serena was sat on her own next to the window when an air hostess approached her.

"Hello, would you like anything?" The lady asked politely.

"I'll have tea please," Serena smiled.

"Are you flying on your own?" The lady asked, brow furrowing in confusion.

"Yes, I'm going to meet a friend."

"Oh the things we do for love. That'll be £1.50 please," Serena pulled out her purse and smiled awkwardly; she was not in love with Henrik Hanssen.

As the hostess walked away to the next row of seats. Serena sighed; she was not in love wih her boss. Her tall, handsome, Swedish boss.

She returned her gaze to the window and settled back into her seat, sipping her tea; her mind wandering to the Henrik. Smiling and blushing at the thaught of him, she wished the flight would hurry up.

WE HAVE NOW ARRIVED IN STOKHOLM. THE TEMPERATURE OUTSIDE IS A CHILLY -14 AND THE LOCAL TIME IS 7:43. WE DO HOPE YOU'VE ENJOYED YOUR FLIGHT AND THOROUGHLY ENJOY YOUR STAY IN THIS TRULY BEAUTIFUL CITY. THANKYOU FOR FLYING WITH BRITISH AIRWAYS.

And we have now arrived in Stockholm :3 Thanks for reading chaps! -Liz xx