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"Well why won't you come with me?" the woman asks as she slices her steak.

"Nadia, you know I'd love to, but I have to work." Lauren takes a sip of her wine. "Besides, you'll have more fun going with the other photographers."

"I have the most fun with you," Nadia smirks as she reaches across the table and runs a finger down Lauren's jaw.

"Hmm, stop," Lauren smiles and leans back. The intimacy that used to come easily between the lovers has just about disappeared. Between emergencies, night shifts and off-location photoshoots, the time that they spend together usually revolves around a meal, a movie and a good dose of awkwardness.

"Lauren," Nadia sets her wine down. "This actually isn't a one month assignment…I'll be going for a year."

"A year in the Congo?" Lauren exclaims.

"Yep," Nadia reaches her Lauren's hand. "Our president – the 'Garuda' – thinks there's a big story about AIDS denialism there. There's a tip that there are major politics involved with this issue."

"So it's not just your average denialism then? Not your usual shaman saying that they could heal it with a ritual, or curse?" Lauren says with a wry smile.

"Yeah," Nadia says. "So…a year."

"A year," Lauren echoes as she looks down.

"I guess we should…look!" Nadia's eyes grow wide as she looks up.

"We should look up?" Lauren asks, confused.

"No, look who it is!" Nadia whispers fervently. "The table at the far left – it's her!"

Her curiosity roused, Lauren turns discreetly and glances quickly at the table. "Hmm, it really is."

"I wonder if she's with that guy who looks like Chris Martin," Nadia says.

"Nadia," Lauren admonishes. "What's come over you? It's not like you to be so interested in these things."

Before Nadia has a chance to answer, they hear a thud as the brunette falls from her chair. In less than a second, the couple leave their table and rush towards the model.

"Excuse me, I'm a doctor," Lauren says as she kneels down. "Ma'am, are you alright? Can you tell me what's wrong?"

"Uh, I guess so, I'm just feeling a bit dizzy," the woman answers.

After a discussion with the restaurant manager, Lauren carries the woman into a private room with the help of Nadia and the lady's friend.

"I'm sorry, we don't have to do this," the brunette apologizes. "I think it's just the heat."

"It's okay, this will just take a couple of minutes, Ms McCorrigan," Lauren reassures her.

"So, you know who I am," the woman smiles.

"My uh, my friend – the one with me – is a photographer," Lauren says. "I guess it's also hard not to know who you are when the face of Ysabeau McCorrigan stares at you from a banner as you go to work everyday."

"Bo, please," the woman corrects. "I'm off work, so I'm just plain ole' Bo Dennis, a small town girl who just happened to get lucky."

"Okay then, Bo," Lauren smiles as they shake hands. "Now, does your back hurt? You fell pretty hard."

"Um, a little bit," Bo replies. "Maybe you could you take a look at it for me?"

A strange feeling comes over the doctor as she runs her fingers down the model's back. It's like I've done this before.

"My God, you're beautiful," Lauren blurts out. "I meant that…professionally."

"I have that effect on people," Bo replies with a sad smile and puts on her shirt. "Now for the million dollar question, what's wrong with me and can you fix it?"

"Well there's nothing to fix because it's just a slight sprain," Lauren explains." You're a perfect biological specimen of your kind."

"Why doctor," Bo smiles as she steps in front of Lauren. "Thanks for this – hey can I offer you a drink when we get out of here?"

Lauren stares at her, as if she's in a trance –

"Bo?" A flicker of recognition appears in her eyes.

"Lauren? Lauren!" Bo smiles and hugs Lauren tightly.

The spell breaks.