A/N: Sorry it took so long, but this is Jac's chapter. I've decided that I'm doing them in no particular order, so it'll be a surprise when I update who I've done it for in that chapter :) and thank you so much for all the lovely reviews - I apologise for not replying as time is practically non-existent just now!

This was so fun to write, so I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed reading it!

Sarah x

"OK," Michael began, the dread clear in his face. "Who's going first?" Jack just raised an eyebrow at him. She didn't really care who went first. She just wanted some entertainment out of this...thing. Whatever master class Jonny and Malick had constructed at the expense of some of their colleagues. "We'll flip for it," he suggested.

"If I flip you, it'll hurt," she smirked. She knew exactly what he meant, as he was digging through his trousers for a coin. She just liked to mess with him. Whether he admitted it or not, she knew she scared the life out of him. As arrogant as he was, he was well aware of Jac's abilities, and her personality.

He made a face at her and asked her, "Heads or tails to do it first?"

"Tails," she said, not even thinking about it. And, much to her amusement, tails showed up when he revealed the coin to her. She didn't even need to look to know it; his face said it all. "Come here, then," she said, keeping her face straight. This was going to be fun. She was getting to beat Michael Spence up, and she wouldn't even be reprimanded. What could be better?

He cautiously made his way over to her, standing about a foot and a half away from her. "Go on, then!" she told him. He looked at her blankly. "You've got to try and hit me!" she exclaimed impatiently. So he made a joke of it. Instead of just simply drawing his fist back, he squared up to her.

"You wanna fight? You wanna go there?" he said to her, as if they'd been in an argument. She couldn't help but snigger at his attempts at role play. Remembering what Jonny had said about how to position herself, she raised her hands, palms towards Michael's advancing body. "Come on, then, Naylor!" he dramatically challenged her. He pulled his fist back as though he was about to punch her.

Her hand immediately stopped him, landing on his lower arm. Just as Jonny and Malick demonstrated, she grabbed his upper arm and spun him by the shoulder. She didn't realise how much force she'd used until he protested loudly attracting attention from Ric and Elliot, who smirked and then got on with whatever they were doing with Serena and Sacha.

She rolled her eyes and stuck her knee straight up until it collided with his backside, to which he again protested. She forced her hands under his chin, pulling it upwards with a considerable amount of force. She was finding that she really was enjoying this, after all her sulking about being yanked out of work for an hour to do it. Though the enjoyment may have been attributed to the fact that she was causing pain to someone who genuinely irritated her to no end.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked into his ear, pretending to be concerned. She was winding him up now, since she had him in a position he could not get out of.

"Yes," he snapped bitterly. "They said to spin me, not tear my arm off!" he exclaimed, genuinely miffed at the force she'd used on him. As she held him there, she realised this was actually a handy thing to know. Working in a hospital, it was a volatile place. People's tempers were stretched to their limits, and often patients' families could get out of hand. Sacha had been stabbed by accident, after all, so he was probably glad to know how to stop that from happening again.

Jac's thoughts returned to the task at hand. She pulled her elbows together, as close as they would go, and pushed them outwards. Before her eyes, Michael fell to the floor with a heavy thud, and then yet more muffled complaining. "Stop whining," she ordered him. "It can't have hurt that much; there's a mat there. Just imagine you're on a cold, wet pavement right now and be thankful we didn't do this there."

Her hands were still restraining him under his chin, so thankfully he couldn't fully articulate the swearing he was probably doing right now. On the down side, his voice was somehow even more annoying when muffled by her hands. She didn't think his voice was capable of being any more irritating than it normally was, but apparently he'd achieved the impossible today.

She proceeded to finish the task she'd been given by forcing his head sideways, pressing his jaw into her knee. He started punching the floor like a child and he accidentally hit her foot. "Michael!" she shouted. "That was my foot!" She pressed his face into her knee a little harder and muted shouts came from his mouth.

She heard stifled laughter on both sides of her and when she turned, she found Sacha and Serena, both doubled over laughing at poor incapacitated Michael. Even Ric was sniggering, and Elliot was smirking to himself. Michael's shouts were suppressed by her hands over his mouth, but he got his message across loud and clear.

"OK, Jac," Ric finally said. "I think you can let him go now." She smiled and took her hands from his face, allowing him to get up, rubbing his jaw with an extremely petulant expression on his face.

"Jeez, Naylor!" he shouted indignantly. "God help anybody who tries to mug you!"

Sacha and Serena behind her were finally regaining their composure, and by the time she reached her original position on the edge of the mat, Ric was shaking his head at him. "I think she left a bruise on my face," he said, feeling it for damage.

"Oh, don't be such a baby," Jac retorted. Michael just turned to Ric for some kind of back up, which he never got. He looked at Sacha, who was still trying to fully control his laughing fit. Then to Elliot, who just shrugged his shoulders with a smirk, and then to Serena who just threw him a very sweet, almost mocking, smile.

"I hate to say it, Michael," Ric grinned. "But I told you so."

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Sarah x