It had all started with a patient: Mr Conwell. He was schizophrenic who had been transmitted onto AAU because of a gastric bleed. And currently, he was sat in the middle of a neat impersonal office, staring blankly at a slightly exasperated Jayne Grayson.

"Kitty told you to do it?"

The man nodded, casting an anxious look at the filling cabinet in the corner of the room.

"Shhh, she gets upset easily. And Bradley doesn't like it when she's upset." Mr Conwell eyes widened slightly. "Last time he made me eat kippers."

Jayne, who in any other situation would have asked someone else to deal with him, decided it was probably in her best interests to play along. "Right. And you don't like kippers?"

Mr Conwell shook his head. "Nah, taste of fish."

"Oh. So would…Kitty like to tell me where you put my Clinical Lead, Senior House Officer, Cardiothoracic surgeon and one of my best nurses?"

Mr Conwell regarded her sincerely for a moment. "Yes."

"Right….So will she?"

"Yes."

"Could you tell me then?"

"I can't but-"
"-but Kitty can. Yes we've been over this. So where are they?" Jayne hissed through clenched teeth. Eliot should be in here, not her; this was far more his thing than hers.

"Why, don't you want to play?"

"Not really. No." Jayne sighed and tried a different tack. "Okay, their not hurt are they? I mean, you haven't hurt them in anyway?"

Mr Conwell looked thoughtful. "…No, but the ginger one might."

Jayne raised an eyebrow. "Mrs Naylor?"

The patient nodded, wincing slightly as he shifted in his chair.

"Mr Conwell, please just tell me where they are. Or Kitty - she can tell me where they are. It's very important we find them."

He held her gaze for a second, before declaring he liked her and swivelled round to face the filing cabinet.

"Kitty likes you too, so she'll tell you. Their in a cupboard."

"Which cupboard?"

"The one with white door."

Jayne, nodded, smiled politely and called for Nurse Jackson to take him back up to Darwin. As the squeak of the wheel chair and the incessant chatter of the nurse faded into the various hospital noises, Jayne sighed, lifting her phone of the receiver.

"Ric."
"Did you find out where they are?"
"The cupboard with the white door."

"…There all white."

"I know."

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Meanwhile…

"You start."

"Why me?"
"Cause you get paid the most."

Connie sighed. "Hardly fair."

"Why did you choose Sam as a sperm donor?"

Connie's mouth slipped open. "What?"

"Well Sam, though fairly good-looking, he isn't well the sharpest scalpel is he?"

Connie raised an eyebrow. "He's not stupid. And he was there, so…"
"A case of right time, right place?"

The clinical lead grinned. "Guess so. And I've had worse."

A snort was heard and the questioner, questioned and observer regarded a certain curled haired doctor with raised eyebrows.

"What?"

"Nothing…just don't you think he's a bit…clumsy?"

Connie raised an eyebrow. "Depends how much he's drunk."

The curly haired doctor frowned. "Ah, that would explain it then."