It was over. Jac was finished. Someone within her team had betrayed her. Someone had lost her the chance to make a name for herself in the cardiothoracic world. That person was going to pay. She headed for the nurses station in the centre of the ward.

'Who was it? Who told?' Jac demanded, her eyes burning with fury. She waited for a response from someone, but each member of staff was looking anywhere but at her. 'Well? I'm waiting.'

'Jac, we are just as cut up about this as you are. Do you really think-' Ollie started, but he was cut off.

'I don't recall any of you being publicly humiliated in front of a bunch of cameras and reporters.' She stared acidly towards the blue eyed doctor, daring him to contradict her again. He did not. So Jac stormed off through the doors heading for the lift. She jabbed the button and waited for the doors to part. Behind them stood a man that made Jac want to turn back around. Of course she didn't, she hopped right in, plastering a fake expressionless emotion across her face.

'How was the press conference?'

Jac ignored the horrid man as best she could, staring directly ahead.

'I'll take the silence as a resounding no.' Guy continued, a smarmy grin gracing his lips. 'Well that is a shame. It always is when you discover distrust amongst your team. That is the exact reason I don't trust anyone.' This made Jac turn her head slightly, examining the expression on her nemesis' face. She couldn't say anything. It would just look like she was accusing him. Still, that comment had planted a seed in her head, and she planned to investigate.

Around an hour later, Zosia, Mo and Ollie were stood staring at the same file. The file of the patient supposed to have the stent implanted today.

'This could have been the surgery to put Darwin on the map.' Zosia shook her head, absolutely gutted for both herself and Jac. The others just nodded in agreement, all feeling the same. 'I just can't understand why anyone would want to leak this kind of information. It's just pure spite.'

'Yes well, unfortunately Miss Naylor has got a long list of people holding vendettas against her.' Ollie mused, leaning against the doorframe to the locker room.

'Dr March. A word in my office.' Jac commanded, as she walked past the trio. Mo and Ollie shared a sympathetic look with Zosia as she trailed after the woman.

Zosia shut the door behind her and headed to stand in front of Jac's desk. Zosia made note of the fact there was no chair on her side, as if Jac liked having people stand to attention in front of her. Which, Zosia thought, she probably did.

'I need an honest answer. Did you tell anyone about this stent? Not just about the idea, I mean the ins and outs. The specific details that set mine above the rest.'

'Just Arthur and Dom… They're the only ones I ever talk to about work. Well, talked to.' Zosia bowed her head, she was still trying to get used to talking about Arthur in the past tense. She absolutely hated it.

'That's it? No one else? You didn't leave stuff lying about for anyone to read?' Jac was trying to coax any little hint out of her, but was having no luck.

'No, I've been staying at Dad's for the last week, just trying to sort myself out. But I've been on my own, he flew out to Berlin the day after I arrived.' As she said this, Zosia's eyes widened making the connection. 'Shit.' She muttered under her breath. 'Jac I'm really-'

'Don't apologise. Just go prep for theatre. We've got a patient waiting.'

'You mean-?'

'You can observe. That's it. Our patient needs this operation, and I intend on giving it to him.' Jac stood from her desk and gestured for Zosia to leave her office.

'Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.' Zosia said quietly, noticing the pause Jac made, and the smile that graced her lips for only the briefest of moments.

'Wise words.' She nodded, and the pair made their way to theatre together.

The surgery was successful. For a moment it seemed like they were going to fail, but Zosia had a moment of genius and found a solution. Their patient had survived, and the stent was in place, functioning perfectly. Jac had just finished speaking with him, when Hanssen approached.

'Miss Naylor. A word.'

'Yes?'

'Please tell me you did not just disobey my direct orders.'

'Okay, I did not just disobey your direct orders.' Jac replied sarcastically. 'Before you start laying into me, let me just point out that we succeeded. The patient survived, and we smoothed out the difficulties Berlin were having with a small bit of common sense.'

'That's all very well, but what would have happened if your patient had died on the table? If you couldn't solve the problem?'

'That was never going to happen. It was me in there. I don't let things go wrong. Besides, I know who the leak was.' Hanssen's eye level raised, as he quirked his head in interest.

'Well, do tell.'

'Henrik, tell me, which senior member of staff headed off on a little jaunt across Europe last week? Did he happen to tell you where he was going?' Hanssen raised his stance to be even taller than his normal towering figure, and turned on his heels. Jac smiled to herself, as she grabbed her coat and bag from her office. Feeling positive and spontaneous she saw Zosia waiting for the lift.

'Dr March. Excellent work in theatre.'

'Thank you. Again, Miss Naylor I just wanted to apologise for my part in this whole debacle. If there is anything I can do to make it up to you, I promise I won't let you down again.' As Zosia said this she was picturing night shifts with boring patients and stacks of paperwork. Jac's answer shocked her.

'You can buy me a drink. After the past two weeks I've had I need to get to the point of intoxication where I don't even remember my own name.' Jac said determinedly. Maybe, just maybe, she'd get drunk to the point of forgetting everything, then she would wake up in the morning with recollection of the forty-eight hours she was missing. It was a long shot, but she was fed up of not knowing.

'I want to remember.' She looked at her colleague, and saw the wanting in her eyes. Zosia was pleased to see how determined Jac was. Hopefully tonight would make her remember. Maybe.