Thank you so much JesseTravisfan and j to the d for your reviews

Thank you so much JesseTravisfan and j to the d for your reviews! :) They made me smile, do a little dance, o and write this next chapter of course!

Hope you like this next chapter as well, I don't feel it flowed as well but hey, you can't win them all!

As always the characters Jesse Travis, Steve Sloan, Mark Sloan and Amanda Bentley are (sadly) not mine; they belong to CBS, Paramount, Viacom, and the producers of Diagnosis Murder. No profit was made from this story. (again sadly)

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CHAPTER 2 – MR FALLGROVE

The man who met Jesse at the door did not disappoint at all. He was a tall, broad shouldered man in his mid-fifties and an air of authority who looked completely at home within his almost regal hallway, decorated richly with wall hangings and old dark wood furniture. Jesse on the other hand had never felt as out of place in his life. He was immediately aware of the slight food stains on his shirt from the party and the fact that he had forgotten to straighten his tie before knocking. Mr Fallgroves steely gaze did nothing to calm Jesse's discomfort and so the first words out of his mouth were slightly stuttered.

"G-g-good evening Sir, I'm Dr Travis' he fumbled around in his pocket for a moment frantically trying to find some form of identification. When he did he held it before Mr Fallgroves and let out a small sigh of relief when the mans gaze redirected to the card. "I'm here to check on you daughter Helen."

"Dr Marcus normally deals with my daughters medical services, we have no need for any one else to interfere.'

Jesse gulped slightly. 'Interfere? It sounds like more of a business arrangement than a medical necessity' he thought.

"Well yes sir I'm aware of that, but unfortunately Dr Marcus is in Hawaii at the moment, he's asked me to cover his patients, including you're daughter.' Jesse was quite proud of how steady his voice was sounding now. When it came to medical matters Jesse felt more assured of himself and comfortable. "It won't take long Mr Fallgroves, and I will only be administering the same drugs and performing the same tests as Dr Marcus."

The intimidating form of the man in from of him paused a moment and Jesse could almost feel the man sizing him up and trying to judge whether he was medically competent. Jesse was used to people seeing his youth as a sign of medical incapability; it's something he faced on almost an everyday basis. The only difference here was the fact that Jesse was alone, with no other nurses or doctors to assure the patient that he was an extremely competent doctor.

However it seemed he passed the test when Mr Fallgrove called over his shoulder, "Grist, take the Doctor to Helens room, stay and make sure he knows what he's doing" and walked off.

'Well ok, so almost passed the test,' thought Jesse as he was lead up the stairs by Grist, a man who looked more like a henchman than a guy who helps around the house. His scarred face seemed to sneer at Jesse as he lead the way down numerous corridors, each as wealthily dressed as the next.

As they entered Helens room Jesse took a moment at the door to take in the sight before him. Helens room was in the same style as the rest of the house and there seemed to be no personal items such as pictures, books or nic nacs that could belong to the 21 year old girl lying on the bed. Helen herself was dressed in pain purple pyjamas and lying atop the bedcovers. Her long brown hair spread neatly around her head like a halo. 'She must have a carer too' thought Jesse as he couldn't see Mr Fallgrove or Grist taking the time out to brush Helen's hair even if she is important to them.

"Well?" Grist Growled from the place he'd taken by the window. "You gonna look after 'er or not?"

"er, yeah, right" Jesse managed to mumble as he moved towards Helen and opened his Medical bag, aware of the constant gaze of Grist.

'Great these are going to be fun visits' thought Jesse ruefully.

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