Ellen: Everyone's going to be wondering where we are…(she jumped up and fumbled to get dressed…)

Patrick: Ellen…

Ellen: I should go…(she rushed toward the door)

Patrick: ELLEN! (she reached the door…turned to look at him…and then she rushed out…he ran his hand through his hair…a range of emotions running through his head…frustration that she was gone, eagerness to talk to her about what just happened, but to his surprise no regret. He had fought his feelings for Ellen, mostly for his daughter, and to avoid the public scrutiny and backlash to Ellen if his feelings for her became public. But for nearly two years he had spent his days with her…her bubbly disposition and free spirit in stark contrast to the serious, stoic personality of the wife he went home to every night. As the work days became longer and his time at home shorter it became easier to block out the guilt of his feelings, and became easier to come up with excuses to spend nearly all of his time at work. He rushed off to the wrap party…now that things were finally out in the open between them they needed to talk about it. As he entered the party he saw Katie, Ellen and Kate sitting at the bar drinking champagne. His eyes panned the room for Andrew…he didn't see him. Robyn was in New York for work, so if Andrew wasn't here maybe he could steal a minute or two alone to talk to her. She purposely avoided his stare all evening…if he joined the conversation she would discreetly excuse herself…by the end of the evening both had been drinking pretty heavily so that his attempts to talk to her and her avoidances were not quite as discreet. A slow song came on so he finally grabbed her arm…)

Patrick: Ellen…let's dance. (he didn't let her object…and pulled her out onto the dance floor…it didn't raise any eyebrows since Katie and TR and some of the others were dancing together as well.)

Patrick: (whispering in each others ears so as not to be overheard) We need to talk.

Ellen: No…we need a cold shower…you're married…and I have a boyfriend…and we work together…and…and you're MARRIED!

Patrick: You already said that.

Ellen: Well, it bears repeating.

Patrick: I have feelings for you…

Ellen: Well you CAN'T!

Patrick: Well, I dooo!

Ellen: Well…you CAN'T! Listen…we've got 9 weeks off…so, spend time with your wife…get some counseling…whatever you have to do, but when we come back we are going to pretend that this never happened.

Patrick: (pulling her closer, inhaling the smell of her hair) Can you do that?

Ellen: (long sigh, sounding worried) I don't know. (the song ended, and he held her for a second longer, before she pulled free. When his back was turned she discreetly snuck out…relieved to have the entire break to get it together…to forget about him…to try to forget this ever happened.)