By the time they arrived at the hospital, Bernie felt like there was a rock in the pit of her stomach, weighing her down. She wanted to come clean to Serena, to just let everything out and hope and pray that her lover understood just why she had chosen to let her more base emotions take the lead when it came to Doctor Mayfield.

Serena pulled into her parking spot, and Bernie burst out of the car before she had even turned it off. Vaguely, she heard Serena call out her name, but there was no stopping her progress as she fled for the relative safety of the hospital. Sacha was waiting for the elevator, and he gave her a small nod as she swallowed thickly and nodded in return, making her way to the stairwell and escaping up them. It wasn't until she had reached their office that she realized she had managed to leave her bag in the car, and groaned a little as she slid down the wall to sit on the ground and wait for her lover.

"Ms. Wolfe? Is everything all right?"

She looked up at Morven and gave the young woman a shaky smile. "I will be. I just had the feeling that I'd be late this morning, and managed to forget my bag in the car. Hopefully, Ms. Campbell remembers to bring it with her."

"I don't see why she wouldn't," Morven replied as she sat down next to her. Bernie gave her a soft smile as they gazed out onto the ward. It looked to be a quiet morning, something she was most grateful for, as that meant she could focus on what she was going to say to Serena when she appeared. "Are you going to change?"

"I wanted to hang my coat up first," she murmured as she got to her feet, stretching a little to work out the kinks that had appeared in the short time she'd been on the floor.

"I can take care of that for you, Bernie." She turned her head to see Serena standing there, coffee tray and bag of pastries in one hand, her keys in the other.

"I'm not going to weigh you down with one more thing," she replied as she grabbed the keys and hurriedly unlocked their office, ushering her lover inside. Giving Morven a look, she shut the door in her face and then took the coffees from her hand. "Sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, is there, Bernie?"

The probing look that Serena sent her way told Bernie that she was not about to be let off the hook quite so easily, and she shook her head slowly as she lifted the cup to her lips, taking a sip in order to distance herself from having to talk more. Serena signed a little as she took a seat behind her desk, booting up the computer and then shrugging out of her coat.

Bernie smiled a little as she grabbed the garment, hanging it and her coat on the tree in the corner behind Serena's desk. Just as she was about to head out to change, Fletch popped his head in the door, giving them both a desperate look. "Oh, thank god you're both here. There's been an RTA on the motorway, and we're getting the most traumatic patient. From what the paramedic said, we're going to need all hands on deck here. And Raf's not able to help out, since he's waiting for Mister Mayfield to arrive."

"How long do we have?" Serena murmured as she started to stand.

"About fifteen minutes, maybe a little less."

They nodded in tandem, and Bernie drew in a deep breath as they started out the door, headed for the locker room. "I still haven't forgotten about what happened last night, or how cold your hands were. Almost as if you had spent an inordinate amount of time outside in the rain last night, wouldn't you say?"

She could feel a warm blush staining her cheeks as she shrugged a little. "Not really, no."

"And isn't it odd that Isaac isn't here for his shift, yet. It is rather unlike him to be late, after all. That was one of the things that Ric praised him for, when he was over at my house following the funeral." Serena opened the door to the locker room, and ushered Bernie inside. Once more, nervous fluttering butterflies began to move in her stomach, and she tried not to look at her partner, knowing that it would only end in her blabbing out everything that had happened the previous evening.

"We all have those off days, Serena. I think that he's entitled to at least one." Bernie made her way over to the stack of scrubs and grabbed a set for her and Serena before opening her locker and starting to quickly change. "Maybe he had a flat tire on the way in, or had to take an important call. Or maybe he's stuck in the traffic snarl that our RTA is almost certain to have caused."

Serena made a low sound of disagreement in her throat as she tugged off her blouse, hanging it in Bernie's locker before tugging the scrub top on. Bernie tried not to stare too much as she changed, since they were in a semi-public place, after all. "I don't think that I entirely believe you, Berenice. But I suppose that I'll have to leave it there for the moment. After all, we need to focus on the surgery ahead of us."

Bernie nodded as she peeled off her skinny jeans, trying to show off a little, knowing that the sight of her long limbs distracted Serena every time. "That is true, we do need to keep our mind on what's truly important here – the welfare of our patients." Serena gave her a tiny nod as she slipped the scrub bottoms up over her legs, taking care to smooth the fabric over her hips as if she knew Bernie was watching her as well. "Are you ready to go?"

"One second," she replied as she slipped off her necklace and hung it on the hook with her blouse. Using the fact that they were blocked by the locker door to her advantage, Bernie leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before gently closing the door and following Serena from the room. The moment they were on the way to the trauma bay, they both slipped into their professional persona, and she nodded to Fletch as they met up with him and Doctor Burrows wheeling the patient there. "All right, what do we have?"

"Twenty five year old woman, involved in an RTA. She was in the back seat of the car that was rear ended, and was not wearing her seatbelt. The paramedics believe there are multiple internal injuries on top of the open break of her right tibia. She's already crashed once in the bus, but they were able to revive her." Jasmine looked between both of them, and it was then that Bernie realized just how young the doctor was, as she didn't look that much older than the girl she was working on.

"We're going to do our best to stabalise her, aren't we, Ms. Campbell?" Serena just nodded, giving her a tight lipped smile as they hurried into the trauma bay.