Jac, hiding away in her office again, had her hands full with paperwork. All she had done for the past week is hide away in her office. It wasn't a convincing act though as everybody knew she hated paperwork, it was just an excuse to stay clear of Jonny.
"Where are all the F1's when you need them," she sighed. Jac thought back to when Oliver was working for her and smiled to herself. She missed him. Sometimes.

There was a light tap on her door which startled her. At first, she was afraid it might be Jonny but the person behind the door knocked again and it wasn't his usual knock. She relaxed a little. "Yes?" She called.
A man entered the office, it was Tom. Jac hadn't seen him yet because was pretending to look interested in the piece of paper she was holding.
"You coming?" Tom asked.
Jac looked up to him, "Where?"
"To speak to the mother, she's quite distressed," he explained.
"Can't you do it?" She sighed. Jac hated distressed parents which is one of the reasons why she didn't like working with children.
"You were the lead. I thought it would be best if we both do it." Tom smiled at her. His smile melted Jac like a teenage girl, she had to fight all of her natural instincts to keep her straight face.
"Fine." She stood up and brushed past Tom. As she walked by he found himself staring at her walking away but then he stopped himself, remembering his gorgeous Sam downstairs, and followed Jac to the little girl's mother.

"Still no word of Tom?" Dr. Hannah asked.
"No, sorry Zoe," Sam answered.
A&E had calmed down a little but they could still do with a pair of extra hands.
Zoe sighed, "How's the RTC man? Have we got a name yet?"
"Yeah, his name is Richard Travis, 28. He has a couple of broken bones, he's tachicardic and were waiting on test results."
"See if you can track them down, we could do with the results as soon as possible, I'm worried about him; it was a nasty crash."
"Will do," Sam picked up the phone and dialled the number.
"Is he conscious yet?"
"No."
She had to agree with Zoe as she was worried too. It seemed almost too 'easy' she thought. With a crash that bad there's usually something more than broken bones but would the test results be ready in time?

Tom followed Jac back into her office, "She seems like a bit of a handful," he laughed.
"Why do you think I'm not a paediatrician?"
"Not a people person then?"
Jac didn't answer, instead she sat at her desk messing with the mountain of papers on her desk hoping Tom would get the hint.
"Well done in theatre by the way. You amazed me," he smiled at her again.
"Never seen a real surgeon at work?" She asked. Tom laughed. "Haven't you got your own ward to get to?" Jac was losing her patience now.
"I get the hint. You haven't got rid of me, I'll be back to check on her."
"Fine."
Tom turns to walk away but then Jac touches her baby bump in pain, "Are you okay?" He looks concerned.
"Yes I'm fine."
"Let me look," he walks towards her.
"I said I'm fine, please leave."
Tom leaves her and walks away. He knew he had no chance if checking her over. It was also a reminder to him that Jac was certainly out of his reach.

Jac knew it was getting close to her due date and it scared her. Before she hadn't been that bad but now she didn't want this baby anymore. She didn't want to do it alone.