"That is an inappropriate way to act with a patient!" He left the door open for Tabby as he headed straight for the middle of the room.
"Oh, I do apologise, Mr Hanssen, but I was under the impression flirting had become part of the curriculum since I've been away." She retorted, almost slamming the door behind her.
"Then you are very much mistaken." His face like thunder he spun round to face her.
She squared up to him and folded her arms, "If that's the case then you'd better start leading by example, Henrik." She shrugged.
"What on earth are you talking about?" He shook his head.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise I needed to spell it out for you? I-M-O-G-E-N." She counted the letters on each of her fingers, a violent tone emphasizing each letter.
Henrik rolled his eyes and gave an exacerbated chuckled.
"Don't be like that, Henrik; you have been all over that woman since she arrived." Her anger was now slowly morphing to include upset, "She comes swanning down that corridor, her Gucci heels, clean pressed M&S suit, and you couldn't take your eyes off her for a minute, not even to pay a little bit of attention to your own girlfriend who was currently in an anxious meltdown about the very first surgical procedure of her career. It pissed me off a little you know?" She stared at him, waiting for his reply.
He folded his arms and tilted his head, not taking on a single word of hers, "Why would I be interested in her?"
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because she's successful, she's famous in the surgical field, she's a pro in an area of medicine that includes your interest in the Larynx. She's a social magnet, people flock around her because she's so good at conversation; she's interesting and smart. And above all that, she's sexy!" She held the back of her hand to her mouth as she attempted to hold back the tears.
"You're sexy when you're angry." He spoke quietly, his features had softened slightly, and he began to walk towards her.
"No." She shook her head and backed away slightly.
"I can't believe you think I'm that vain to allow those sorts of attributes to attract me to a woman." He placed his hands on her arms in an attempt at a tender gesture.
She circled her arms to remove his grasp, "Get off me, Henrik." She spat, turning her back to him.
He huffed, "Well I need apologise as well then, as I didn't realise you were so dense to think that flirting with another male, a patient of all people, was an appropriate way of getting back at me-"
She spun round, "At least he paid attention to me!" She hissed.
"Oh, here we go." He rolled his eyes again.
"Go on then, call me what you want, tell me I'm the slut you always thought I was! Tell me I'm as stupid as you always thought I was, because quite frankly I agree, I stooped that low just to get your attention, and I've got it now haven't I?" Her smirk was fierce.
"You most certainly have." His voice was a dangerously low growl that made Tabby gulp, suddenly she wondered if she'd made a huge mistake deciding to pick a fight with Mr Henrik Hanssen, whether he was her boyfriend or not.
That's when she suddenly spun towards the door, flicked the bolt across, then turned and threw herself at Henrik. She twisted his tie around her hand and yanked him down to her level, violently taking his lips.
He went along with the kiss until he felt her hand start to massage his crotch, "Tabitha, I'm not doing this with you, not now." He warned.
She then squeezed him through his trousers and pushed him against the desk, "Don't…" She vigorously unclasped his belt, "…you…" She ripped open his button, "…fuck with me, Henrik!" She whipped down his zip and reached in for his cock, which was strangely semi-erect through the argument. She began to tug on it fast and hard as he supported himself on the edge of the desk, breathing deeply.
"Tabitha, this is very wrong." He panted slightly, not even attempting to stop Tabby's movements.
"I don't care, Henrik, because you need to know what you would be missing out on." She dropped to her knees and took his cock all the way into her mouth and started sucking roughly.
"Because you think I'm going to leave you for Ms Bryce-Hall?" He entangled his fingers in her hair as he enjoyed the sensation of her hot mouth enveloping him.
"Well she's exactly your type isn't she?" She licked down to the base then gently dragged her teeth back up to the end.
"And your type is some buffed up rugby player with slick hair and a cheeky twinkle in his eye? Well good luck trying to get him to stick around." He suddenly winced as she made a quick nip at the head of his member before she got to her feet.
As she stood she pulled down her scrub trousers, pulling her white plimsolls off with them, and then she pulled her top off over her head and stood, akimbo, her porcelain skin bare bar her black lacy thong and bra, "Of course that's all I'm interested in are sordid one night stands." She approached him and lifted a knee up to his hip, resting it on the desk, she brought her face within mere millimetres of his, "And by looks of things today I'd be lucky to get you to stick around as well." She whispered. She felt his long, hard organ twitch against her between her legs, and was enjoying the sensation as she held his glare for a moment when he abruptly wrapped his hands around her waist, picked her up and place her down where he was just standing.
In an attempt to steady herself she bent over the desk, but she felt herself held there and before she knew what was going on there was a loud *Thwak* that resounded round the room.
"Uh!" She cried in a mix of surprise and pleasure.
Several more times his hand smacked down on her pert arse, it was hard and authoritative and made her moan into his desk.
Saying nothing he pulled aside the gusset of her thong and ran his fingers through her folds, she was getting very wet. Slowly he slipped a finger inside, "Do you really think so?" His voice was deep and stoic.
Tabby began to pant as his finger thrust into her, "Henrik, you're such a prick." She puffed out quickly.
At this Henrik raised an eyebrow and immediately thrust a second finger in harshly, "Thank you." He huffed, slightly insulted.
After enjoying his fingers stroking inside her for a few more minutes she decided it was her turn to get back at him and twisting out of his grip she turned and pushed him back towards the sofa at the end of his office.
With a thud he collapsed back into the seat and before he had a chance to complain she had already straddled him. His cock rested against her clit and she rocked her hips, rubbing her sensitive, tiny bundle of nerves over him. Her eyes glided down his body, she recognised the suit, so she reached into his inside pocket, fumbled her fingers around a little, and came across the small packet she was looking for.
Ripping it open she reached down between her legs, eyeing her lover's warning gaze.
"Are you sure this a proper place to be doing this?" His eyes gave a flash of concern.
She leaned down to whisper in his ear, "The door is locked." She leaned over to his other ear, "I promise to be quiet." She leaned back to his other ear, "And you need to be taught a lesson." As she leaned back away she gave a flash of her eyebrows, daring him to retort. She reached between her legs and lined his member up with her entrance.
"What lesson?" He did well to not react as she slid herself down onto him giving a quiet groan of acceptance into her.
As she began to rock her hips onto him she rolled her head back, "I thought that was obvious." She panted.
"I, was not, flirting." With each word he thrusted up into her, not once taking his irked leer away from her.
"I bet you would miss this." She moaned as she bounced enthusiastically on top of him.
"I'm aned as she bounced enthusiastically on top of him."head back, "d a quiet groan of acceptance into her. fingers around slightlsure I would." He closed his eyes, finally his libido was taking control.
"Don't be such a fucking obnoxious twat." She winced as her climax came close.
"Don't…" He couldn't finish his sentence before Tabby started moaning louder.
She grabbed his tie and wrapped it around her hand, tugging it to help her steady herself through her orgasm.
Henrik panicked slightly at the volume of her lewd noises, he gripped the fabric between the cups of her bra which made her realise how loud she was getting. He noticed her breasts had started peaking-out of her bra which pushed him over the edge, his sudden thrust deep into her made her shudder into him in orgasmic pleasure.
"Erika, have seen Miss Rees anywhere?" James leaned over the nurses station, "Is she still in theatre?" He shook his head in confusion.
"No, they finished a good hour ago." She looked up at the orthopod hoping her information would be beneficial.
"I think I saw her heading Mr Hanssen's office actually?" Essie strolled up behind and placed some notes onto a pile of files.
"Thank you." James' face lit up and he headed towards the exit.
Tabby huffed and panted, she wrapped her arms around her lover's shoulders.
Henrik too let go of her bra and trailed his fingers around her waist to her back.
A tear began to trickle down her cheek.
Henrik heard the tiny, inaudible squeak as she tried to hold back her tears, "Tabitha?" His voice was calm yet concerned.
There was a pause before she sniffed and took a breath to speak, "Henrik, do you love me?"
He halted his fingers trailing up and down her spine, "Sorry?" He furrowed his brow and awaited her repetition.
Sniffing again she moved her lips to his ear and spoke very softly, "Henrik?" She whispered. She braced herself for his answer before re-asking her heartfelt question, "Do you still love me?" She nearly didn't finish before a sob needed to be stopped from her.
Henrik needed no time to think about his answer, "Of course I do."
As they leaned out of the hug he ran his fingers through her hair.
"Then why?" She swallowed, desperately looking to Henrik for his answer.
"Why what?"
"Why the extra attention on her?"
Henrik gave a sigh, "Ms Bryce is looking at general surgery of organs of the digestive system in order to find new techniques and ideas to help with oesophageal problems and abnormalities. She is looking at Holby to help her with her research, and if all goes well she'll be able to sort some funding out for us."
"Hence the VIP treatment." Tabby rolled her eyes, she understood now.
"If you're still insisting on it, call it professional philandering. I learned from the best." He smiled.
"I'm sorry?" This confusing comment irked her slightly.
"I believe you once told me that 'sometimes you need to flash a bit of cleavage to get what you want.'" His smile morphed into a grin.
Tabby chortled, "Thank you."
Henrik wrapped a hand around her neck and gently pulled her back down for a loving kiss.
*Knock knock knock*
Tabby pulled away, startled, "Shit." She hissed.
Henrik amusedly eyed her over, indicating the compromising position they were in, particularly Tabby as she was the one with the fewest clothes on.
They waited silently when there came another knock.
"Mr Hanssen?" Came the faint call from behind the door.
"It's Mr Harvey." Tabby mouthed to Henrik, who stared at the door, eyes narrowed.
After a few moments they heard a nonchalant grunt and watched as the shadow of the doctor walked past the frosted glass and out of sight.
The pair sighed with relief and laughed at their panic, "I think we'd best be getting dressed." He pointedly eyed her nearly naked status and she immediately got herself off him and went to put her clothes back on.
"Do you have some results to show me?" She sauntered on to the ward and raised her eyebrow to the bone doctor.
"Ah, Tabitha yes, what do you think?" He held the tablet so she could see the scan.
She stood close to James as she looked over the scan, and caught Henrik's eye as he strolled onto the ward not long after her, giving each other a knowing, trusting smile. He gave her a nod and carried on towards the end of the ward.
"That looks thin around there." She pointed.
"Yes, that's what I spotted too. I think there could be some weakness in the muscle and ligaments around the knee joint. What did you say he does sports-wise?" He pulled the tablet away and turned to her for her answer.
"Rugby." She looked towards the floor; it made sense but not really. Why would doing sport weaken muscles? But before she could confuse herself anymore James explained.
"Aaah." He rolled his head in sudden understanding, "Think about it, if he's in a ruck, or preparing for a tackle, and they jump a lot, there's lots of bending of the knee going on. Now you'd think squatting and things would strengthen the muscles, in the thigh yes, but those movements put a lot of pressure on the knee joint which actually has the opposite effect."
"So do you have a diagnosis?" She looked up to him hoping he had…
"Patellar Tracking Disorder, brought on by simple overuse of the knee joint." James smiled almost proudly.
"So what does that mean?" David shook his head and decided to look to Tabby for the Layman's answer.
"You play rugby, when you go into scrums, get ready for a tackle, or prepare to jump for a line out you squat. All this squatting puts pressure on the knee and begins to weaken the muscles, ligaments, and cartilage around the knee joint, you need all that to keep your knee in place and in working order, when it becomes weak it can't hold the knee, and that's what's happened; your knee isn't being held in place strongly enough so it slipped." She shrugged her shoulders indicating how simple the problem was.
His face morphed into concern, "Is it fixable?"
Tabby glanced towards James, his turn to answer, he was the expert after all.
"Very." He sounded enthusiastic.
"And will I still be able to play rugby?" He still seemed worried.
"Yes. It's going to be a long road before you are back up to standard though; the plan of treatment for this disorder takes a lot of hard work and determination from you." James explained hoping David would be willing to put the work in for his recovery.
"Whatever it takes, doc." David nodded.
"Right, so the plan is we'll get that knee back into its proper position and strap it up. You'll then want to keep to your sports diet for protein and stimulants to promote tissue repair and strengthening. I'll get in touch with my good mate Gary who'll take you through a physio course which will be based on strengthening your knees. It'll take a few months before you're back to normal but if you stick at it, it should all go smoothly."
"Thank you guys, and thanks for fitting me in." He aimed that last thanks more to Tabby after remembering their reluctance to treat him on the GS ward.
"No problem, I'll see you later." James grinned and turned to leave but Tabby stayed behind.
"Do you want me to get Serena to come and see you?" Tabby tilted her head, she was interested in what possible relationship they could have had.
"No, it's ok. Why?" He noticed the look of interest on her face.
"No reason, it's just you said you knew her."
"Old friend." He stated simply before pulling his shirt up and revealing his abdomen.
Tabby gave him a puzzled look and peered over his stomach to spot a scar, "Operation?"
"Ruptured spleen. I was involved in a car crash on my way to a game, fucker ran a red. Serena managed to save it though, as well as a few other injuries I had. As a thanks I gave her tickets to come and watch my first game back, we've been good mates ever since. We've sort of lost touch recently though, hence the confusion of what ward she was on, but she told me if I ever ran into trouble, I should try and find her." He explained, pulling his top back down.
Tabby gave a half smile; she was deep in thought, "Leave it with me." She winked and headed towards the nurses station.
"Miss Rees, Ms Mason's waking up." Erika let the young doctor know as she carried on with her ward duties.
That's when Tabby felt a firm hand rest on her waist, "Shall we go and debrief do you think?" Henrik leaned down a spoke quietly next to her.
Essie on the other hand noticed this gesture from the CEO and began to realise what Sacha had meant whenever he described Tabby to her.
"Jessica, how are you feeling?" Tabby lay her notes on the bedside cabinet.
"Groggy." She rasped.
Tabby nodded, "Just take it steady, don't rush to try and sit up or talk too much, the general rule of health tends to be if it hurts it's probably not a good idea to carry on with it. Take your time to adjust back into things, would you like us to come back later?" Tabby gave her a sympathetic tilt of her head.
"No, no, carry on, I'll just lay here and listen." Jess coughed slightly.
"OK, the operation went very smoothly, I think it's a good time now to tell you that that was my first ever operation on a patient." Tabby grimaced hoping she hadn't panicked her.
"What?" Jess nearly bolted up but the swimming sensation in her head told her to stop.
"This is actually my first day back at Holby after acquiring my Bachelor of Surgery. Don't panic I have been a doctor for a few years just not with any surgical training." She explained quickly.
"Touché, so they've thrown you in the deep end then." Jess gave an admiring smile.
"Not too deep, your procedure is one of the simplest going, providing things go well, which it did, so my head was still above water. Your gallbladder has been completely removed; you are now stone free and shouldn't have any further complications regarding stones in your digestive system from now on. We're going to let you recover from the anaesthetic, make sure there are no other problems, then we'll get your discharge forms ready and you can go home." Tabby smiled, "Do you have any further questions?"
"None, you guys have been brilliant, thank you ever so much." Jess began to push herself up to a half sitting up position.
Tabby helped her tuck some pillows behind her so she could rest her back on something soft, "Thank you for being a considerate and cooperative patient, you don't know how much it means for us to be able to just get on with our jobs without a fuss." Tabby grinned cheekily.
"Oh, um, could you call my partner? He's been in work all day so he couldn't come with me today but I think he'd like to know how everything went."
"Of course, I'll get one of the nurses to sort that out for you." Tabby gave Jess a supportive touch to her shoulder and headed off with Henrik.
"Miss Rees." Came the enthusiastic posh tone.
"Mr Harvey." Tabby spun round to him, her eyes spinning the opposite direction.
"How would you like to help get David's knee back into place?"
"I'd love to, but I wouldn't want to get in the way of the work of a genius." She smiled sarcastically and went to walk away again when…
"Tabitha, is our relationship always going to be this frosty? Is there any way I can de-ice your attitude towards me?" James seemed genuine this time, despite his awful themed pun talks, he made a lot of sense, despite the fact he was an arrogant, public schooled prick with a BMW and Orthopaedic Consultancy lining his trophy shelf he was actually an alright guy, who knew his stuff in his medical field. She thought maybe it was time to de-frost her opinion of him.
She turned back to him, "You're right, James, you may have run me over once, and have a poker stuck up your arse, but for the majority of the time you're not bad." She nodded, her eyes twinkling of acceptance.
Henrik meanwhile stood not far behind Tabby, witnessing their interaction, peering over his glasses with intrigue.
"Sooo, what do you say then?" He nodded his head towards the end of the ward where their knee patient sat waiting for his painful re-aligning.
Tabby scrunched her face in consideration, "Thanks, but he's your patient, he's got a bone problem, you're a bone doctor, there's nothing more for me to contribute. Let me know how it goes though."
"Here's to a future of a warm working relationship." He winked then got back to his duties.
Tabitha spent the rest of the afternoon de-stressing after the day's events and catching up on some light paperwork. She then decided to take a stroll back onto Keller. She stood by the door, scanning over the ward; Jess was perched on the edge of her bed, a tall, broad, dark haired man stood next to her akimbo, holding her bag, whilst Erika sorted out her forms and prescription with her. Further down the ward James was stood with Gary watching proudly as David hopped up and down the ward on his new crutches. Tabby liked Keller, it was peaceful, quiet, laid back, but she was one who liked to try a bit of everything before settling on something she liked…
*Knock knock*
Henrik recognised the slightly timid volume of the knock, "Come in." His call was softer than it usually was when anyone else knocked. As he heard the clunk of the door opening he raised his head to spot Tabby back in her blouse and pencil skirt, jacket and scarf, peering around the door.
"Hello." She almost whispered.
"Hello." Henrik gave an upturned smile of amusement as he returned her shy greeting, "Are you all finished?" He went back to his paperwork.
"Yes, I was just wondering if you were ready, if not I'll keep you company." She drummed her fingernails on the door quietly.
"I won't be a moment, just need to sign some forms and we'll go home." He didn't look up from the sheets in front of him.
"To be honest Henrik I could do with a drink. It's been a bit full-on for my first day back." She gave a half-hearted laugh before placing her hand on her hip.
"That does sound nice actually." Henrik singed his last form and got himself ready to go, picking up his briefcase and smooth, black trench coat and followed Tabby out, locking the door, "And what shall it be tonight then?" He joined next to her as they strolled down the corridor together.
She sighed, "Bottle of Cab Sauv..."
He raised his head interested, she had good taste in wines.
"…With a straw." She finished, she looked up to Henrik expecting a warning glance from him.
Instead he chuckled, "It can't have been that bad, surely."
Essie caught a glimpse of the couple walking towards the lift as she waited for her significant other to join her. As Sacha arrived she didn't take her eyes off the couple she watched waiting for the lift, "There's no doubt about it, they're definitely together." Essie poked at her partner's previous uncertainty over whether or not the CEO and his former PA were a thing or not.
Sacha looked over to where her gaze was, "Wow, I didn't think he'd ever be that open with it."
They both stared in awkward astonishment as Henrik put an arm around Tabby and gave her a tender kiss on the head. They then giggled to themselves; their opinion on the uptight Swede was definitely warped now.