This is the final chapter of this fic. In the last chapter I know I mentioned what the two women would be up to the next night, but I figured best to leave it to your imagination (as I'm currently updating my other Berena fic). Anyways, I hope you've enjoyed this fic & I'll be grateful for any reviews! :)


"Jesus Christ Bernie!" Serena exclaimed. The two woman had arrived at Bernie's hotel room, and Serena was surprised to say the least. She was expecting mess, but not this much. There was barely an inch of floor space not covered in a heap of rubbish. Tall mountains of haphazardly stacked paperwork balanced precariously on the edge of the desk, some already fallen and littering the carpet. Random articles of clothing were strewn all over the place. A heap of towels dotted the adjacent bathroom floor. There were at least half a dozen half-finished coffee cups dotted around the room, serving as constant reminders of how forgetful the army medic could be. Chocolate wrappers and apple cores sat in the bin, which was hidden under a small collection of empty wine bottles. "I knew you were messy, but you cannot possibly hope to continue like this?"
"No, I suppose not. After shifts I'm usually exhausted - I know it's no excuse but I figured that, seeing as no-one would be seeing the inside of my hotel room except me, it didn't matter if I cleaned up or not. In fact, I was just planning on leaving it until I checked out, when of course I'd do my best to clean up."
"Didn't you have to keep clean in the army?" Serena questioned, already picking up rubbish in her typically no-nonsense fashion.
"That's an understatement if ever I've heard one! If there was even one speck of dirt or one shoelace out of place my corporal would notice. Nothing escapes a soldier's examination; although I wasn't a soldier, I was still in the army and therefore always expected to meet the impeccable military standards."
"So why on Earth do you insist on being so bloody messy now you're back?"
"Good question Ms Campbell." Bernie visibly paused for thought, eyebrows knitted in thought. Running her hands through her blonde curls in frustration, the army medic tried to work out why she really was so messy. "I suppose that without the regimented order and expectations of the army and with nobody to check my living quarters I feel no need to keep everything spick and span...unlike you of course. I certainly didn't fail to notice the unbelievably cleanliness of the Campbell household!" Bernie quipped, smiling gently at Serena. She then bent down to collect more discarded items of clothing from the carpet. Still looking at Bernie, Serena felt her gaze drawn to the army medic's figure. Focus. Stop staring at her backside!
"Hmm...clearly we can both do something for eachother." Serena whispered suggestively, earning a very curious glance from the blonde. "You help Jason and I eat healthier, and in return I help you maintain a living space that doesn't resemble a pig sty. Deal?"
"Deal. And I'll hold you to it."
"I hope so." The brunette murmured, emphatically waving an apple core. And with this, the two women continued to clean the room.

"Done!" Serena sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed to admire their handiwork. Between them, the two women had managed to remove the majority of the mess within an hour. Joining her on the bed, a finally showered and dressed Bernie sighed and leant back into the soft mattress. Shakes of her blonde head of curls sent a heavenly scent of freshly washed, vanilla-scented hair through the air, of which Serena certainly noticed. The blonde glanced absentmindedly at her leather watch.
"Shit! It's 9 - we're an hour late! We have to go!"
"Okay okay! Don't worry too much; I haven't been late nor missed a shift in a very long time, and I'm well aware of your untarnished attendance record. I'm deputy CEO for God's sake!"
"Good point - who would dare to challenge the formidable Serena Campbell?" Bernie replied, raising an eyebrow and causing Serena's to finally light up with a smile. And with this, the army medic quickly stood up and made to hurry out of the room, gesturing for Serena to follow.
"Shut up!" Serena laughed, pushing Bernie out of the room.