A/N: So, again, not what I planned, but I'm getting used to that now. And thanks for the lovely reviews!

Sarah x

Serena went into work on Monday morning not quite sure if she'd just done the things she could recall, or if the weekend was actually a very long, very real, dream. But on the plus side, Malick needed her on Keller. She listened to him, only taking in about half of what he told her so he had to repeat most of what he was saying. They'd been working together for nearly three hours on one case before he finally turned and said, "What on Earth is going on? You've been walking around shell-shocked all morning."

Shell-shocked was a pretty good description of what she felt right now. She barely understood how one act of humanity on Hanssen's part had turned into them landing in bed together. She just knew that she'd seen something in him on that landing, when he told her how he could possibly empathise with her. Something that made her want him. She turned away from Malick and tried to work out how to put it, but there was no sugar-coating it.

"It's nothing," she lied, but when she faced him again it was obvious he was far from convinced.

"No, Serena, it's definitely something," he contradicted her. She felt the cogs in her mind turn rapidly trying to think of a better way to explain it, how it happened, without it sounding absurd. Even in her own head it sounded crazy, but she felt she had to say it aloud to accept it.

"I slept with Hanssen," she confessed in what was little more than a whisper.

Malick looked at her for a moment and started laughing. Serena raised an eyebrow, and his face fell into disbelief. "Seriously?!" he asked, incredulity crossing his face. "You and Hanssen?"

"I didn't mean it to happen," she replied sincerely. "He took me home on Friday night, and my daughter asked him to stay and make sure I was OK the next morning. Then one thing led to another and..." she trailed off.

"And you ended up sleeping with him?!"

"Well, I say that, but I use the term loosely. I don't think we actually slept much," she smiled to herself.

"Ugh, too much information," he told her. "But I see now why your head's not in the game today. How do you feel about what happened?" he asked her, and she could tell his concern was genuine. Fact was, if Malick cared enough to actually give a toss, then it was genuine.

"I don't remember him taking me home," she admitted. "I was a bit...intoxicated. But Eleanor said she asked him to stay overnight because the roads were icy, but I know it was because she didn't want to handle me on her own," she spilled out, against her characteristic need for protection. "Then we argued the next morning," she said, but reconsidered her choice of words. "Well, not an argument. More like me being an idiot and him telling me something by accident."

She was treading carefully by this point, sure that Henrik didn't want the manner of his mother's death spread around the hospital. "Then I kissed him, and he kissed me, and...you know..." she once again trailed off. "I have to admit, though, I never thought he'd be the one I ended up sleeping with. But he was different, Malick. That guard of his, it was barely there. He was open, and I wasn't in a good place and it just sort of happened."

"I still can't believe it," he told her. "I can't believe you landed in bed with Henrik Hanssen!" he exclaimed, as if it was going to make absorbing the information any easier.

"Keep your voice down," she scolded him gently. In some twisted, screwed up way, she felt that somehow, what happened seemed right. Eleanor had almost no understanding of what Serena was like when she was hurt. Yes, she saw the outward signs of crying and getting drunk – her usual solution to just about anything – but she didn't see what was underneath. Serena made damn sure she never got to see the cracks and the neediness. She didn't want to have her daughter thinking she was anything but independent.

"What are you gonna do about it?" he questioned her, and she knew he was right: one way of the other, this needed dealt with. She didn't know where she stood anymore, and she didn't know if that was a one-off or there was something more in there somewhere. They hadn't mentioned anything to Eleanor, and he had gone home late Saturday afternoon when Eleanor came home from work. Since then, Serena had been trying to make sense of it all, which she was finding quite difficult.

"I don't know," she admitted. "I mean, it's Hanssen, isn't it? He's not exactly easy to work out."

Just then, as they spoke of him, she heard Hanssen's voice behind her. "I wonder if I could have a word, Ms. Campbell?"

She cringed internally, giving Malick a pleading look for help. She turned and found him standing over her yet again. And there it was again...he was making her nervous in the strangest way. It was part of the reason why she had shouted at him on Saturday morning. Between being upset and him making her unusually nervous, her emotions got the better of her.

"Of course," she said, giving him a smile she feared was slightly too warm. "I'll be back soon, Malick," she told the registrar before following Hanssen's lead to his office. They both sat down and he started going on about some report or another, probably what he wanted to talk about on Friday night. She felt her patience wearing thin and leaned her elbows on the desk, he head in her hands. "Henrik, shut up," she said for the second time.

"Excuse me?" he asked, apparently confused by her aggression.

"Stop talking about work. You're avoiding it. I know you are," she accused. He had left her home with no indication of where she stood or how she should have viewed that day. "We can't just pretend Saturday never happened."

"I'm not-"

"You are," she cut him off, becoming more and more frustrated. Why did he have to be so infuriating? Of all the men she could have picked, she picked Henrik Hanssen, who was probably the most frustrating individual on the planet. "I want to know where I stand, because I refuse to tiptoe around the fact that, somehow, we ended up sleeping together!"

"You wish to know where you stand?" he asked, confused again. For the first time, she saw him uncertain. The man who had an answer for everything was uncertain of what to say. She gave up and walked out, stalking back down to Keller, where she was actually needed and wasn't just playing some stupid game.

Once she was there, she caught Malick's eye and gave him a look that warned against annoying her. He came over to see her and stated, "I take it your meeting didn't go well."

"He can't decide what he thinks," she sighed. "I'm going down to AAU to see if Michael needs me. Will you be OK up here now?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied. She clapped his arm in thanks and left Keller, needing some head space. She was still in shock that she actually confronted Hanssen about what happened before. She stopped and leaned back against the wall, simply staring at the ceiling. There was something calming about the bland colours around here. The complete opposite of the red now coming over her mind. How could she have been so stupid? Why did she even kiss him in the first place? He wasn't the comforting sort, so that couldn't be what attracted her to him. It was almost that he was so unpredictable that it was exhilarating for her. Normally, she liked order and certainty, both professionally and in the personalities of those around her. But he was something else.

The way he could confuse her in a single word was something she was unfamiliar with, and she probably would've hated it, if only it wasn't him. He did something to her that morning. Made her trust him. She didn't even think he meant to do it, but he still managed it. There was just something about him that made her completely fall for him that day.

"Ms. Campbell?" his voice rang out on the deserted emergency-only corridor. She shouldn't really have been there, but she also knew it was the last thing Hanssen was concerned about. He was soon enough standing before her, no files or laptop in his hands. He had come specifically for her. To her surprise, he came extremely close to her, and she forced herself to remain where she was. Either way, this needed to be dealt with.

He leaned forward slowly, and she felt her heart rate runaway. He kissed her, and she couldn't help herself; she put her hands on his face and pulled him close. The way he kissed her was intoxicating. He was simultaneously both so careful and yet so passionate. He was pinning her to the wall, probably because he knew this corridor was rarely ever used, his hands on her waist. She pulled back, smirking breathlessly.

"Have I made my position clear enough for you?" he asked.

"Almost crystal," she replied. She smiled, not believing how satisfied and happy she felt right now. She never would have thought that this man was capable of making her feel so nervous and elated at the same time. She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck, crushing her lips into his.

She was amazed by how easily he let himself go for her, how he pinned her with his body, pulling her close. "If someone walks in here-" he breathed between kisses.

"I don't care," she retorted, kissing him harder this time. And she really didn't care. She didn't even know how this was going to progress. All she knew was that she was kissing Henrik Hanssen, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

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