Hanssen and Jac walked into the lift Jac still felt awkward from the meeting before, "Morning Ms Naylor."

"Morning Mr Hanssen," he had a coffee in his hand and the smell of it was churning her stomach, the lift went up and suddenly it stopped, "What's happened?" Jac asked.

"It appears the lift has stopped," Hanssen replied, "It might have broken down."

"Oh this is great!" Jac said and she banged the lift, "Can you take that coffee away please."

"If you're going to start crying again I will not put up with it," Hanssen said and Jac dropped to the ground, "Ms Naylor?" Hanssen asked and Jac placed her knees to her chest, "Brilliant of all the people I could be stuck in here with," Hanssen paced around the lift, "I'm calling for help."

Jac couldn't control her emotions she stayed on the floor, "Yes this is Henrik Hanssen I'm calling because the lift has broken down," Hanssen said down the speaker in the lift, "How long until you can send for help?"

"It'll be about half an hour to an hour I'm afraid, we've got other lifts," The man said and Hanssen looked annoyed, "Sorry."

"Ok bye," Hanssen said down the speaker, "Half and hour to an hour."

Jac lifted her head up, "I can't spend half an hour to an hour in here!" Jac shouted.

"Well I'm sorry there is nothing I can do!" Hanssen argued back, "So you're going to have to put up with it."

Jac stood up and leaned against the wall her stomach was cramping badly, "Arghh."

Hanssen walked over, "Are you ok?" he asked and Jac turned around her eyes were swimming with unshed tears.

"I'm fine," Jac said and then pain made her collapse to the floor, "I can't spend this long without painkillers."

Hanssen was concerned for once, "Ms Naylor I'm afraid you're going to have too… now stand up."

"I can't," Jac said she was telling the truth if she moved, her stomach would cramp badly and she didn't want that, "Just leave me alone."

Hanssen walked around the lift now becoming annoyed, "I can't leave you alone we're stuck in here."

"Oh really I thought we were able to get out," Jac snapped and Hanssen frowned, "I'm sorry."

Hanssen decided if he was going to spend half an hour to an hour with Jac he'd distract her from the pain, "Any idea what you're having?" he asked eyes directing to her stomach.

"No," Jac said whilst massaging her abdomen, "I don't know," she whispered through pain she held in the pain as another cramp soared through her abdomen.

"Ms Naylor or Jac?" Hanssen asked.

"Jac," Jac replied, "Can you just do something with that coffee… it's making me feel sick."

Hanssen had no idea what to do, "I haven't got a lid."

"Brilliant," Jac said and she pulled herself up, "Just brilliant," she felt herself urging as the smell turned her insides.

"Jac?" Hanssen asked and he walked over to her, "If you need to be sick-" as he said that Jac was sick all over him and his shoes Hanssen stepped back, "Or you could just vomit all over me."

"Oh I'm sorry," Jac slid to the ground how embarrassing!

"I've had worse over me," Hanssen said taking out a handkerchief, "Blood, parts of body."

"Please don't," Jac said and Hanssen tried to clear off the sick with little effect, "I told you that coffee makes me sick."

"Don't worry you can pay for my new suit out of your next pay check," Hanssen said and Jac took him seriously.

"It's a suit Henrik get over it!" Jac snapped and Hanssen looked down at her.

"That was me joking," Hanssen said and the smell of sick was now lingering in the lift, "You can also pay for the lift to be sterilised," He made a small smile he was having fun winding up Jac. Jac was so embarrassed, stressed out and now scared in case she couldn't get out and the pain was too much she started to cry, "Stop crying."

"I can't," Jac said and Hanssen took off his blazer, "I can't."

"Jac… breathe," Hanssen said and he knelt down, "I may have been out of order."

"You think?" Jac asked and she hid her face, "So far all you've done is insult me in the meeting room, threw me out, shouted at me, now you're being horrible… why can't you take time out of being you and just… try and be comforting," Jac said to Hanssen and Hanssen sighed, "Of course Henrik Hanssen doesn't do comforting."

"As I recall Jac Naylor doesn't do comforting either," Hanssen said and Jac turned her face to him, "And I also recall Jac Naylor doesn't do crying."

"I can't help it," Jac said truthfully, "It just happens."

Hanssen looked at Jac, "Here," he handed Jac a tissue, "Now as we're in here for quite a while… do you want to talk about anything?"

"Like?" Jac asked.

"How are you feeling?" Hanssen asked and Jac looked at him with a "Are you dumb" face.

"I'm just great Mr Hanssen, I'm fabulous I'm getting fat I'm losing control over my body, I'm can't control my emotions I'm not getting enough sleep, I'm surviving on less than two hours a night, I'm eating ridiculous food and," Jac placed her hand on her hair in stress, "I'm…. I'm losing control over everything," Jac sunk to the floor and Hanssen stayed where he was for a second, "I can't control anything."

Hanssen began to feel a little sorry for Jac, in all fairness she couldn't help what was happening to her right now and watching her cry like this and act strange was worrying. He had heard Michael say once hearing Jac cry was heartbreaking and he was right – he hadn't noticed it much in the meeting room but alone with her he could see why Michael found it heartbreaking he walked over and slid down next to her, "I am not the best person you could talk to about… urmm… your."

"Baby?" Jac said and Hanssen nodded, "Personally I'd rather be crying in front of Serena… least she knows how it feels."

"But you're stuck with me," Hanssen said and Jac nodded, "About the coffee it slipped my mind."

Jac tilted her head back, "I just want to get out."

Hanssen nodded, "So do I I'm supposed to be having a board meeting."

"You're the boss it's fine for you to be late," Jac said through heavy breathing as she was trying to stop crying.

"Would you like one?" Hanssen offered her a mint.

"Thanks," Jac took the mint and placed it in her mouth luckily these didn't make her sick, "I feel so stupid for vomiting on you."

"Like I said I've had worse," Hanssen said to Jac, "Don't take this the wrong way… but you like you haven't slept for a year."

Jac was still in crying mode and she took Hanssen's comment seriously, "Oh thanks," Jac said and Hanssen realised what he had done, "Thanks a lot."

"Oh good grief," Hanssen was getting sick of Jac and it had only been five minutes.

"Please Mr Hanssen…. Can you just take a break from being you for just a bit… I'm scared, I'm hormonal and I can't have my painkillers," Jac stood up and leant on the wall, "And you're really not helping."

Hanssen cleared his throat and walked over to Jac, "I'm sorry," he said, "There, there," Hanssen said. "You're going to be ok," Hanssen debated whether to pat her shoulder, he kept on moving his hand up and down and his concerned and trying to look comforting face was not normal for Jac. She was so used to seeing him wear his permanent frown that seeing him with a concerned face looked very un normal, "I'm here."

"Okay comforting is more scary than your permanent frown," Jac said unnerved by his sudden change of heart.

"Then what do you want me to do?" Hanssen asked, "I'm not a mind reader."

"Just be less insensitive," Jac said her eyes swimming with tears, "I'm feeling horrible about myself already."

"Why?" Hanssen asked and Jac looked confused, "Why are you feeling so horrible?"

"Because… because I'm a horrible person," Jac said and Hanssen looked at her, "I make people sad and I feel no remorse," Jac stood up, "The only thing I'm good for is giving spare parts," Jac slipped out and she groaned an annoyed groan. Why couldn't she stuck in here with Michael or Sacha they'd understand.

"Spare parts?" Hanssen walked over to her, "Is this about your one Kidney?" Hanssen was aware she had one Kidney as he had to pull her out of an operation once, since there was a radiation problem that could've possibly damaged her remaining kidney.

Jac nodded, "You won't understand," Jac said.

"Then make understand," Hanssen said, "Well we've only been in here for ten minutes and so far all we've done is be at each other's throats."

"Only because you've been less than nice to me," Jac shouted.

"Jac," Hanssen said in a stern voice, "Why do you think you're only good for spare parts?" Hanssen asked.

"And you think I'd tell you?" Jac said to him in a deadly voice, "You think you of all people I would tell?"

"Why did you say it?" Hanssen walked behind her.

"Because that's how I feel!" Jac shouted and she came close to slapping him instead she turned around and hit him in the chest. She instantly regretted it.

Hanssen had to get his breath back, "I guess I deserved that."

"No you didn't," Jac said and she leaned her head against the lift walls and knelt down as a cramp hit her unexpectedly, she let out a silent "ouch" and Hanssen knelt down, "Go away Henrik."

"Not until I know you're alright," Hanssen said genuinely and he searched his pocket, "These probably won't hit it well… but I've got ibuprofen," Hanssen said and Jac looked at him, "Can you swallow them without water?"

"Thank you," Jac said shakily, "How long has it been since we've been in here?" Jac asked and she placed the tablet in her mouth and swallowed it whole, she urged a bit and then it went down.

"Why don't you get your head down?" Hanssen suggested, "Well you're tired, I'm not liking having to tread on eggshells and if you want to be in work today please take this opportunity to get your head down."

Jac looked confused, "Why you being so nice to me?" Jac asked.

"Because you made a valid point… I've been less than comforting and I recall being nice to Ms Effanga so I'm sorry," Hanssen said and Jac was shocked at his apology.

"Well Mo is everyone's best friend," Jac said whilst she rested her head against the wall, "Mo can do no wrong," Jac sighed, "You're right I'll get my head down."

"Good," Hanssen said and he was relieved, as Jac got her head down Hanssen rested his head against the lift wall. He saw Jac had her NHS hoddie on the floor and placed it around her as he thought after vomiting and crying and more crying she might be cold.

After about half an hour the repair men hadn't called back, Hanssen was beginning to become impatient being stuck in the lift for about half an hour with a hormonal Jac who vomited on him and hit him in the chest and also cried in front of him he just wanted to get out. His phone then went off, "Hanssen," he said.

"Where are you?" Serena asked, "I've been sat in here with Mr Spence and Mr Griffin for about half an hour."

"The lift's broken down," Hanssen replied, "And I've been stuck in here with Jac Naylor."

Serena laughed and Michael and Ric looked at her, "I shouldn't laugh… anything happened?"

"If you call vomiting on me, punching me in the chest and losing it every time I open my mouth anything happening… then yes," Hanssen heard Serena laughing quietly down the phone.

"How long are you going to be?" Serena asked and she looked bored.

"Well another half an hour," Hanssen said and Serena sighed heavily, "I'm sorry I didn't intend for the lift to break down…. I did not intend to be stuck with a pregnant woman and I did not intend to be vomited on."

"Calm down Henrik," Serena ordered, "Look just keep calm and wait."

"Henrik Hanssen keep calm," Michael laughed.

"Oh grow up Mr Spence," Serena said and she turned around, "I can chase up the repairman if you would like."

"If you would please Ms Campbell," Hanssen said, "Thank you."

"No problem," Serena pushed the off button and turned to the other two, "Mr Hanssen is stuck in a life with Jac Naylor."

"Oh I bet that's fun," Michael said.

"So far she's vomited on him, punched in the chest and apparently lost it completely," Serena explained and sat down, "Oh dear."

"Poor Hanssen that's all I can say," Michael said.

Back in the lift Hanssen was pacing and Jac woke up, "Will you stop pacing," Jac said and Hanssen looked down at her, "Please."

"How are you feeling?" Hanssen asked.

Jac laid her head down on the floor, "Worse."

"Abdominal pains or nausea?" Hanssen asked.

"Both," Jac replied and Hanssen took her wrist to check her pulse, "What are you?"

"Checking your vital signs," Hanssen replied, "Please stay still."

"I'm fine," Jac said sitting up.

"Stay still please," Hanssen ordered and he turned his watch upside down to check her pulse, "Okay so pulse is normal," he then checked her temperature, "Have you had your flu jab?" Hanssen asked.

"Why?" Jac asked now panicking, "Henrik why?"

"Just wondered."

"Henrik I'm pregnant my hormones are all over the place," Jac stood up, "Oh god I knew I should've got it straight away," Jac walked around looking like a distressed tiger, "Oh no."

"Ms Naylor calm down," Hanssen ordered, "I don't think you have the flu."

"Then why ask!" Jac shouted.

"I needed to know in case I needed to book you in for one," Hanssen stood up, "Jac calm down…" Realizing Jac was not going to calm down anytime soon he took out his mobile.

"Hanssen's office," Serena was sat with her feet on his desk, "Ah Henrik please say they have come… I told them to get there as soon as possible."

"I think I may have made Ms Naylor panic," Hanssen said he was stood with his other hand on her back.

"How?" Serena took her feet off his desk.

"Any chance your Ex mentioned about the flu?" Hanssen asked.

"Oh no you didn't," Serena said with her other hand on her forehead, "What's happening?"

Hanssen knelt down, "She's just crying."

"Well first you comment on her food and now you're making her worry about the flu, wow Mr Hanssen you are doing well," Serena walked around the office, "Look just try and keep her calm and tell her not to worry… I'll come find her later," Serena put the phone down, "Idiot."

Hanssen put his phone back in his pocket, "Jac."

"What?" Jac asked.

"I am sorry," Hanssen said, "I should've mentioned that."

"It's ok," Jac said and Hanssen done something unnatural of him he pulled her into a side hug, "What are you doing?"

"I don't actually know," Hanssen replied honestly, "Trying to say sorry."

Jac felt herself about to cry again and she broke down, "I'm trying."

"I know," Hanssen said, "I wasn't trying to scare you… I want to make sure you're healthy… all of my colleagues are important to me… but I've already made you cry twice and I'm trying to avoid it again."

Jac was finding anything helpful and kind a moment to cry and she collapsed into his lap, Hanssen was shocked at this and wasn't sure whether to call Serena again but he decided against it and allowed her to cry into him something he wouldn't tell anyone. Finally the lift monitor came back on, "Hello Mr Hanssen?"

"Yes?" Hanssen asked.

"We're going to get the lift working again," the man said.

"Can you give us a minute," Hanssen ordered, "Won't be long."

"Okay," the man said and the radio turned off.

"I'm sorry," Jac said she sat up and hid her face.

"I won't tell anyone," Hanssen said, "If you don't tell anyone I worried you about the flu."

Jac nodded and smiled, "Thank you."

"Like I said my colleagues are important to me," Hanssen said, "I'm still buying a new suit with your pay check."

Jac laughed, "Can you call the men back now."

"Of course," Hanssen clicked the button, "Please get us out of here."

"Right away," the man said and the lift lights came back on and it went up. Jac and Hanssen stood by the exit and nodded at each other.

"This never happened," Jac said, "But thank you."

"If you go soft I'm trading you in," Hanssen said, "Seriously."

"This place wouldn't run without me," Jac said and she stepped out of the lift, "Good morning Mr Hanssen."

"Good Morning Ms Naylor," Hanssen clicked the up button and went into his office to find Mr Griffin, Mr Griffin and Serena still there, "Good Morning."

"Oh dear," Serena looked at his shirt, "How is she?"

"Better," Hanssen replied, "Now if you three excuse me I need to change my suit."

All three walked out looking very amused. After getting changed he called the three back in and they discussed their meeting.