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Chapter 10

"I'd make the best spy!" Jac protested as she flopped down on the bed, pulling her shoes off. "I mean, did you see those moves?" Michael still hadn't stopped laughing, remembering the look of surprise on Hanssen's face. He stumbled over to the bed and lay down next to Jac, who was having difficulty untying her laces.

"Jac, you were so loud that he clearly had time to get dressed before opening the door!" Jac turned and frowned at him.

"How do you know he was undressed in the first place? I think your theory about him and Serena is completely wrong...she wasn't even there." Michael sat up suddenly, his eyes wide with excitement.

"No, you didn't see him, I did. His shirt was done up wrong...he clearly threw it on in a hurry...PLUS, if Serena had been in her room, don't you think she'd have come out and given us a bollocking like she did last night?" Jac considered his argument for a moment before he continued "AND...while you were busy barging into him, I got a good look into his room." he paused as a smile reached his lips "I am telling you, there was definitely a woman's bra on the floor." Jac's eyebrows shot up as she registered what this meant.

"So...they were actually...Oh my God!" she cringed as she fell back onto the bed, covering her face.

"I told you!" Michael smirked as Jac turned her head towards him and their eyes locked. She felt her pulse quicken as he got a lustful look in his eye. He edged closer until he was looking directly down at her and leant in until their lips touched. Jac found her arm reaching around his neck as his lips pushed her further into the mattress. He ran a hand down her top and reached under, grabbing her waist. He could hear her breathing becoming faster as their kisses became more frantic until she pushed him lightly and their lips parted. He stared down at her and she tried to slow her breathing.

"I'd better get back to my room..." she said as a look of disappointment washed over his face. Just as she was about to sit up he spoke.

"Or..." he paused as Jac's face instantly lit up.

"I like 'Or'..." she smiled as she sat up and kissed him, pushing him back onto the bed.

Hanssen awoke early and turned his head towards Serena. She was sleeping peacefully as he carefully extracted himself from the bed, making his way to the bathroom. He climbed in the shower and revelled in the hot water pounding down on his skin, waking him up. Facing the wall, looking up into the water, he was totally unprepared for the feeling of a pair of hands snaking around his waist. He jumped and spun around, his heart hammering in his chest. He found himself face to face with Serena, a coy look on her face as she stepped closer. He laughed and exhaled loudly before reaching out for her and pulling her closer. She ran her hands down his chest as he ran his hands down her back. She smiled at him as he pulled her up towards him and their lips came together with such passion, the shower was soon forgotten about.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Jac whimpered, with her forearm covering her face. "What is wrong with us?" Michael reached out and grabbed her hand, lifting her arm away from her face.

"Come on Naylor, it's not like we killed anyone. It was the alcohol...! Come to think of it, it's always the alcohol." he mused as he let go of her hand and reached for the bottle of water by the bed.

"Michael this can't have happened again." she complained as she reached for her phone, checking the time. "Oh God and we're late for breakfast!" she growled as she threw back the duvet and raced around the room picking up her articles of clothing and dressing quickly. When she noticed Michael hadn't moved, she turned to face him, about to put her t-shirt on. "Why aren't you moving!? GET UP!" she snapped as she grabbed hold of the bottom of the duvet and yanked it off him.

"WOAH, HEY!" he shouted, grabbing a pillow to cover himself up.

"Look, Spence, if we are not down at breakfast in the next 5 minutes, considering what we got up to last night, we are in some serious trouble. Now get yourself in that bathroom and have a wash. I'm going back to my room and I'll meet you downstairs." Michael simply smiled at her.

"What!?" she asked, exasperated.

"There she is." Michael smirked "There's that 'Hard as nails Naylor'. I thought you'd gone soft on me for a minute." she scowled at him as she picked up her bag and turned back.

"5 minutes!" she reminded him as she raced from the room. Michael smiled to himself before his phone began ringing. He checked the caller ID...Hanssen. 'Here we go' he thought as he answered the call.

Jac almost ran back to her room, cursing her stupidity. She entered the room, throwing her bag onto the bed and instantly taking off her clothes. She had a very quick wash and found some clean clothes to wear. She knew they had a final talk this morning and they were ALL expected to be present. She was brushing her teeth when there was a knock at the door, she rolled her eyes, opening the door to Michael.

"What!?" she grunted as he stood there silently. His eyes instantly told her something was wrong. She nodded for him to come in and she went to put her toothbrush in her bag. He sat on the end of the bed and took a deep breath. Becoming impatient, Jac spoke first. "Michael, what's happened?" she folded her arms as she waited for his answer.

"It's Ric..." Her gut twisted as she listened carefully. Once he'd finished telling her, she swallowed and took a breath.

"In that case, we need to leave NOW." she paused "Do we tell Serena?" Michael slowly nodded his head.

"Hanssen knows, he wants us to meet downstairs before he tells her, given how close they are." Jac jumped up and began throwing her belongings into her suitcase.

"Help me!" she demanded as Michael stood up and began copying her.

Once they reached the lobby, Serena and Hanssen were stood waiting by the desk. Serena looked agitated as she clearly knew something was wrong.

"Ah good morning Mr. Spence, Miss. Naylor..." Hanssen smirked slightly at Jac and she felt her cheeks flush red.

"Now that we are all gathered, will someone please tell me what's going on." Serena pleaded as she raised her arms in frustration. Michael looked at Hanssen who motioned with his head that they enter one of the empty seminar rooms. She began shaking, knowing what they were about to tell her wouldn't be good news. She folded her arms to keep herself grounded as Jac went and stood next to her. Hanssen stood before her and changed into 'Director of Surgery' mode.

"Ms. Campbell, I'm afraid there has been an incident back at Holby..." Serena interrupted him, groaning.

"Not Eleanor... Please not Eleanor..." she could feel herself panicking at the thought of anything happening to her daughter, but Hanssen shook his head.

"No it is not your daughter." he paused "I'm afraid Mr Griffin was involved in a Road Traffic Collision this morning. He was taken to AAU where his condition was described as 'Critical'." he paused, as Serena's hands flew to her mouth and she stifled a sob.

"He's...he's not..." she couldn't finish the sentence, her mind racing.

"No he is not dead, Ms. Campbell, however his condition is extremely serious. Mr. Malick performed a 'Splenectomy' following a rupture but Mr. Griffin has yet to regain consciousness. He was taken to ICU where he will be monitored closely." Serena swallowed the rising bile and took a deep breath, nodding her head.

"In that case, I think it's best we get back, don't you?"