Its been almost a week, and Viktor was missing Yuuri a little too much. He was always on his mind. Not being able to see him made it worse. He was worried about him too, he read his chart everyday to see how he was doing, but it wasn't the same. Yakov gave him specific instructions to not have any contact with Yuuri, so not to interrupt the 'JJ experiment', as Viktor was calling it.

But he couldn't stop himself. He needed to see him, needed to touch him. To feel those lips against his. So, there he was hiding out in the ward laundry room, waiting for Yuuri to go by. He didn't exactly have a plan, he had some time in his schedule and the next thing he knew he was in the laundry room. It was too late though, once Viktor had set his mind on something, it was going to happen, and nothing was going to stop him. He wrung his hands in nervousness, hoping no one would see what he was going to do next.

There he was! Yuuri walked by, heading back to his room. Viktor flew the door open, and before Yuuri could even register what was happening, Viktor grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into the room, closing the door behind.

"What the…! Viktor!" Yuuri's cries were cut off by Viktor's lips on his.

"I missed you, I wanted to see you." Viktor whispered against his mouth. He could feel Yuuri relax in his arms. He pulled back a bit to examine Yuuri. "How was… How are…" He was struggling to ask a simple question. He was afraid of the answer, afraid that everything was going great and Yuuri didn't need him anymore.

"You want to know how things are going with JJ?"

"If you want to share, I'm not going to stop you." Viktor looked sheepishly at Yuuri.

"I haven't had any sessions with him yet. It was supposed to be yesterday, but he cancelled. It was rescheduled for later today."

Viktor let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Regaining his composure. "Well then, I guess I just have to kidnap you to the laundry room again." Viktor stepped towards Yuuri, sliding his hands around his waist.

The look of lust filling Yuuri's eyes was Viktor's undoing. Viktor shoved Yuuri against the wall. He slithered his hands up his body and grabbed Yuuri's wrists and pulled them up over his head. While one hand held his wrists, his other hand went down his side and settling on his hip. Viktor closed the gap, their faces an inch apart, their breath mingling, both panting.

The anticipation was driving Yuuri crazy. Heat spread through his body with need. Viktor gave a devilish smirk and moved in closer, his lips barely brushing Yuuri's, as if asking for permission to go further. When Yuuri didn't pull away, Viktor's hand on his hip snaked around to his lower back pressing them closer together. Making the final move, he pressed their lips together. The kiss started off slow, but desire and passion took over their bodies and the kiss quickly built. Viktor's tongue pushed against Yuuri's lips, opening his mouth for him and the kiss deepened. As their tongues and mouths pressed and danced together, Viktor ground his hips into Yuuri.

Yuuri broke the kiss, feeling an entirely new, but not undesirable, sensation, he threw his head back and moaned in pleasure. Viktor took the open opportunity and went for his neck, leaving kisses up and down, until he hit a spot just below Yuuri's ear that made him cry out Viktor's name. He licked and bit that spot, feeling Yuuri shutter in response. Viktor let go of Yuuri's wrists, sliding and feeling down the other man's body. Both hands went under Yuuri's ass and picked him up. His legs instinctively went around Viktor's waist and his arms went around his neck. Their mouths connected in another deep kiss. Viktor groped Yuuri's ass and ground their hardened members together. Yuuri gasped and pulled away from the kiss and arched his back, pressing harder into him, Viktor moaned in response.

A speaker overhead blared on above them. Code white…

"Shit! I have to go." Viktor reluctantly released Yuuri back to the ground. Both, breathless and wanting. Viktor grabbed Yuuri's hands into his as bent forward and pressed their foreheads together and placed a small kiss on his nose. Viktor stayed there for a few seconds, trying to calm his body down. "I'll come back and see you before the end of the day." He gave Yuuri a quick kiss before carefully exiting the laundry room.

Yuuri sat in the single therapy room waiting for JJ. He glanced at the clock, the second hand ticking away into minutes.

He's 10 minutes late. Viktor would never be late.

JJ finally waltzed in after another 5 minutes. He made no apologies and no excuses. Why would he? JJ sat in the chair opposite of Yuuri, taking a few minutes to get settled in.

Yuuri noted that JJ didn't even look at him or even acknowledge his presence. He was getting fidgety and was wringing his hands in his lap. Beads of sweat started to form all over his body. Taking deep breaths to calm his nerves down. He tried using the techniques Viktor gave him but was interrupted.

"Are you ready, Yuuri?" JJ asked, looking bored already.

Ready?! I've been here for 15 minutes, waiting for you! And you ask if I'm ready?!

Was what Yuuri thought. What came out was a little different. "Y-Yes. I-I'm ready." Pulling his legs up to his chest.

"For our first session today, I want you to forget everything Viktor has told you. Any coping strategies he might have given you, any bits of advice, anything at all, forget it. Pretend it didn't even happen, pretend he didn't happen."

Yuuri's eyes went wide. "I-I-I don't want to do that. He was helping m-me."

"You may think he was. But he wasn't. How could what he told you, help you when you've been secluding yourself in your room? When you refused to eat or bathe. To even take care of yourself? Where was the help then?" JJ looked slightly disgusted as he spoke.

"I-It was one w-weekend. I-I've been doing b-better." Yuuri's heart started beating wildly in his chest. The beaded sweat, turned cold.

"It happed just a few days ago after your outing with Viktor."

"T-T-That was because you t-told me that…"

"Yuuri, I can't understand you when you stutter like that. Please speak normally. And sit properly too." Interrupted JJ.

"I-I-I…" Yuuri's voice was cut off. He couldn't continue. His anxiety, his fears, and his doubts exploded across his body. His breathing was erratic, his heart felt like it was going to burst through his chest, his vision was clouded with tears, and he shook uncontrollably. He could hear noises, words being spoken, but could not register their meaning.

JJ rolled his eyes at the sight of Yuuri. "If you are going to do that and not participate, then I'm going to leave." JJ waited 5 seconds before continuing. "We will try again next session then, since you can't compose yourself enough to have a conversation." JJ closed his notebook and walked out of the room leaving Yuuri alone.

Otabek witnessed JJ leaving the therapy room. Deciding it to be a bit odd, he approached JJ to ask him. "How did the session go with Yuuri? You cut it pretty short today."

"He wouldn't participate, started to have a panic attack, or I think it was. I personally think he's faking it. So, I left. It will help him learn for the next session not to waste my time."

"What?! He's not faking anything! He has an anxiety disorder JJ! Did you not read his chart?!"

JJ just shrugged in response. "Someone with an anxiety disorder can still fake an anxiety attack."

"Is he still in there? How could you leave him?"

"Oui, he's still in there." He ignored the second question. He didn't need to explain himself.

Otabek took off running. He fumbled with his keys to open the single therapy room. When he burst through, he saw Yuuri lying on his side, in a fetal position, on the couch. His eyes were tightly closed shut. "Yuuri!" Otabek rushed over to him, kneeling on the floor to get at his level. He repeated his name a few more times, but he was responded with the sound of Yuuri's laboured breathing.

Otabek knew it was a bad idea, knew it was against the rules that were laid out for this 'experiment'. But he hated seeing a patient suffer like this. He took out his cell phone and dialed the hospitals number. Following the prompts, he swiftly keyed in Viktor's extension.

Please be there, please be there. Pick up. Pick up.

"Viktor Nikiforov, how can I help you?" Viktor's calm, smooth voice entered the phone.

"Viktor! It's Otabek. Come to the therapy room. It's Yuuri." Without another word, Otabek heard the dial tone on the other side.

Sensing Otabek's urgency, Viktor made a mad dash out of his office. Counting his lucky stars that his office was on the unit as he ran through the day area. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at Viktor running, wondering what the problem was. He didn't care, his only thoughts were of Yuuri.

He made it to the therapy room in record timing. The sight he saw shot waves of fear and anger through him.

Where the hell is JJ?!

Otabek moved over to give Viktor room. Viktor knelt on the floor in front of Yuuri. He could hear him mumbling something between his breathing but couldn't make out what was being said.

"Yuuri, Yuuri, I'm here. I need you to focus on my voice Yuuri. Focus on my breathing." He stroked his hair and continued to reassure Yuuri in his ear. Placing small kisses where he stroked. He didn't care how he looked in front of Otabek, how intimate he looked with him. He could worry about that later.

Yuuri felt the darkness that overpowered him start to quake. The pressure within his chest lightened. A pinhole of light seemed to be shining through, and slowly making itself bigger, breaking through all that blackness. It felt warm and inviting. He could hear a muffled voice getting louder and clearer.

Viktor could feel and see Yuuri starting to relax. His body still trembled, but not at the force it was a minute ago. Yuuri's breathing, though still laboured, was evening out slowly. Gradually Yuuri's eyes opened. Still clouded with tears, and burning from the brightness of the room, he could make out a faint outline of someone. A voice purred in his ears.

"V-V-Viktor?"

"Yes, Yuuri its me. I'm here." Tears threatened to spill down Viktor's cheeks, but he blinked them back. Yuuri scrambled up and threw his arms around Viktor. He held on so tight, like his life depended on it.

Not wanting to disturb the two, Otabek snuck out of the room. Relieved that Yuuri was alright and that he made the right call. Even if others wouldn't see it that way. Witnessing the two made him think of his Yuri. He left the therapy rooms and went to go seek him out.

After a few minutes of them embracing, Viktor reluctantly pulled away. Only far enough to look at the other man's face and wipe away his tears. He placed a small chaste kiss on his lips.

"Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Yuuri shook his head 'no' and cast his eyes downward.

"It's ok Yuuri, if you don't want to." He knew if he pushed the issue it would only cause more problems for Yuuri. Maybe send him further in his downward spiral. He knew he would talk when he was ready to.

"I'll take you to your room then."

Yuuri nodded. "Thank you, Viktor."

"Always, my Yuuri."

Once Yuuri was safely tucked into his bed and fast asleep, Viktor sought out Otabek to find out what had happened. He found said man in the nursing station charting at the computer.

"Hey, Otabek."

"Oh, hey Viktor. Yuuri feeling better?" Otabek finished typing his sentence and spun the chair around.

"Yeah, he's taking a nap. I… I wanted to thank you for calling me and letting me know. It's kind of against the rules of this stupid experiment. So… thank you." Viktor nervously scratched the back of his head.

"I said I would look out for him, and I will. I mean that. You're obviously the best person for him. I know what Yuuri is like after a panic attack, and I have seen you bring him down from one. I figured having you there would make him feel better. You don't have to thank me. But I appreciate the sentiment."

There was a pause. Otabek could tell Viktor wanted to say more, he kept quiet and waited patiently. Finally, Viktor spoke up. "I want to talk to you about what you saw between Yuuri and I. I… I-" Viktor was cut off by the sound of a door opening behind him.

A fellow nurse came into the nursing station. Not wanting others to overhear the conversation, Otabek pulled Viktor into the medication room just inside the station. He kept his voice low. "I already know. But don't worry, I won't say anything."

"You do?! How did you know?" Viktor asked. He was astonished to find out he already knew.

"It doesn't matter how I know. But, if at any point I see that your relationship with him is hindering him in any way, I will say something. This better be real Viktor, and not some fling." Viktor was known to be a little more than flirtatious from time to time, and never having a relationship longer to be considered serious. Otabek knew this and wanted to protect Yuuri and understood how fragile he was.

Viktor nodded. "Thank you. I won't ever dream of hurting him." Viktor leaned against the counter, a little more relaxed. Viktor's face softened. "He's… he's different." Composing himself he continued. "Do you know what happened? Why was he alone in there? I thought he had a session with JJ?"

"I saw JJ come out of the room early. I thought it was weird, so I asked him about it. He told me that Yuuri wasn't participating and that he believes Yuuri is faking the panic attacks. He left him there so he can learn not to waste his time for next time."

"WHAT?!" A burning rage boiled through Viktor's body, making him tremble. He stood up from his lax posture and he started walking out of the medication room, only to be stopped by a body in front of the door.

"Wait Viktor. I don't like what he said and did anymore than you do. We both know that Yuuri isn't faking and that JJ is just being a dipshit. But do not go to him like this. You are too angry, and it will cause problems for you and for Yuuri." Otabek tried to be the voice of reason. "You need to calm down first and think about what you are going to do next."

Viktor hated to admit it, but Otabek was right. Going over to JJ's office and punching him square in those perfect white teeth of his, would bring him nothing but satisfaction. But it would solve nothing. He could lose his job, and, in the end, he would lose Yuuri. He took a few deep breaths.

"Good." Otabek praised in his best nursing voice. "Now, what are you going to do?"

Viktor paused, thinking, rationalizing. "I'm going to go talk to Dr. Feltsman. Tell him what you told me and about you calling me. Is that okay with you? I don't want to drag you into this."

"I'm already dragged into it, but more as a spectator. Since no one wants my opinion in all this, but that's ok I just work with the man every day." Otabek bitterly mumbled. The value of frontline work was sometimes under appreciated by those higher than him. "Sorry." Otabek huffed.

"No, that's ok. I get it. I do want your opinion though Otabek."

"I think that's a good idea. I think its your only option. Talking to JJ never solves anything. Once he has something in his head, you can never change it. Even if he is wrong."

"Thank you, Otabek. I really do appreciate everything." Viktor reached out and placed a hand on the other man's shoulder.

"You're welcome, Viktor. I meant what I said though. Don't hurt him." Otabek pointed a finger at Viktor in an accusing way.

Viktor put his hands up, in a surrender. "I won't." Otabek moved out of the way, and Viktor brushed by out of the medication room.

Viktor took a deep breath and nervously bounced in place. He lifted his hand up to knock on the door three times already, and each time putting it back down to his side. He wasn't nervous about talking to Yakov and the horrible treatment JJ demonstrated to Yuuri. Oh no, he was angry and on fire with that. The nervousness was stemmed from how he has to do it. It must be done in a manner that doesn't give away his feelings for Yuuri. He didn't want things to get out of hand and his true emotions show. This had to be perfect.

Mustering up the courage once again, the fist that raised a fourth time finally followed through. "Come in." Grumbled the other side of the door. Viktor opened the door to reveal himself to that voice. "Viktor! Come in. Have a seat."

Viktor shakily took a step in and closed the door behind him, taking the seat in front of his desk. "Hi Yakov. I don't mean to bother you."

"Nonsense. What can I do for you?" Yakov moved his notes and keyboard out of the way. Placing his elbows on the desk and his hands clasped in front of him. Ready to listen.

"It's about Yuuri Katsuki. I am very worried about him."

Yakov gave an audible sigh. "Viktor, we agreed that Jean-Jacques would take on Yuuri for 2 weeks. It hasn't even been a week yet. What is it about this patient?"

"Please hear me out Yakov." Viktor stated quietly. Viktor always exuberated confidence, even when he was nervous, in a 'fake it, till you make it' kind of attitude. But in front of Yakov, he turned soft, quiet, and timid.

"Fine. Go ahead then."

Viktor cleared his throat. He spoke about the events that occurred with JJ and Yuuri. He mentioned Otabek calling him and the state he found Yuuri. He spoke about JJ believing Yuuri is faking this diagnosis and his attacks. He voiced how he has been able to bring Yuuri back from his panic attack after failed attempts by others. The more he spoke the less timid he became. The anger taking reins. Viktor told him everything. Well, maybe not everything.

All the while Yakov sat patiently behind the desk, listening. His facial expressions, not once, giving his thoughts away. Years of practice as a psychiatrist and having to keep his face neutral. Well in Yakov's case a permanent frown. He only spoke once Viktor finished his story. "Hmm. I see what you mean." Yakov mentioned nothing else. He reached over to the phone next to him and punched in four numbers, leaving the phone on speaker.

Ring… Ring…Ring…

"This is Jean-Jacques"

"It's Dr. Feltsman. Come to my office, please." Yakov hung up before JJ could reply. "I'm sorry I doubted you, Viktor. I based my decision to remove Yuuri from you on what Jean-Jacques had told me. I never gave you a chance to explain. Its obvious that Yuuri trusts you and you have a good rapport with him."

Viktor's eyes widened. "Thank you, Yakov." His resolve diminished, settling back into the timid man he became in front of Yakov. An apology from Yakov was like a red diamond, rarely seen, or in this case heard, and precious.

A knock came at the door. Yakov grumbled for the person to come in. JJ stepped in and stopped in his tracks for a mere second, before covering it up and confidently walking to the chair next to Viktor.

"Dr. Feltsman, Viktor. What can I help you with?"

Of course, JJ would ask that. Like the thought of him doing wrong is unbelievable or that everyone needs help from him is the only reason people talk to him.

"Yuuri Katsuki needs your help, but it appears you failed to provide that." One thing Viktor loved about Yakov was how blunt and to the point the man could be.

"I don't understand. I had a session with him today, he is getting the care he deserves." JJ retorted back.

"You truly believe that? I am told that you also believe that he is faking his disorder and his attacks. A disorder that, need I remind you, I diagnosed him with. Are you saying that I was wrong in the diagnoses?" JJ opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a hand held up to stop him. Yakov continued. "I was also told that you left Yuuri in the therapy room, alone, whilst having a panic attack, attempting to teach him a lesson to not waste your time."

Viktor sat quietly, glancing at JJ. He could see the man getting irritated. His face was flush, and his right eyebrow would twitch ever slightly. Viktor covertly smirked to himself. Viktor listened on as Yakov continued. "This is not the type of treatment of patients that represents this unit, and definitely is not the type of treatment I expect from my therapists. I am reinstating Yuuri back to Viktor's care."

"Are you really going to believe him?!" JJ finally blurted out, his face was red with anger. He pointed a shaking finger towards Viktor.

"Of course, I am. He came to me and explained what had happened, what he had witnessed, and what he was able to do." Yakov remained like a stone.

"Humph. He's going to say anything to get back with his les amoureux." JJ said in such disgust.

"What are you talking about, Jean-Jacques?" A hint of annoyance laid behind Yakov's words.

"Viktor, your precious boy here, has been having certain inappropriate relations with Yuuri Katsuki. I saw him one day grab Yuuri into a hug and held him there. Just today, I witnessed Viktor hiding and then pulling Yuuri into the laundry room. I don't even want to think about what goes on when Viktor takes him on those outings, when they are unsupervised."

Viktor stilled. His whole body frozen. His heart started racing. A cold sweat dripped down his neck and back. He couldn't believe what he heard. JJ saw him pull Yuuri into the laundry room. JJ had just outed his and Yuuri's relationship.

Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Play it cool, brush it off. Don't panic.

"Viktor, is this true?" He could hear the betrayal in Yakov's voice. "Jean-Jacques these are serious allegations that you are making. Are you certain this is what you saw?"

"Of course. I would never lie to get what I want."

"Viktor, I am going to ask you again. Is what Jean-Jacques stating true?"

Viktor put on his neutral face. "Yes and no. What Jean-Jacques here saw, was a therapist comforting his patient. As for the laundry room, I was not hiding, I was prepping for another patient for a laundry behaviour program that I was thinking about implementing with them, Yuuri walked by, so I called him to ask him a question." There that was believable right? Viktor could only hope so.

Yakov didn't look convinced. Instead, he looked hurt. Viktor knew it was because of him. He was the cause of that pain in Yakov's eyes. "I will have to investigate this issue myself. As I said, these are serious allegations, I will explore it further. I will try to be discreet as possible in my investigation. Concerning Yuuri Kastuki, I will have to deliberate what will happen to him. I may have to transfer him to a different unit within the hospital." Yakov sighed. "It's disheartening to know that my two therapists on this unit have played and used a patient to their will. Now leave."

Viktor held it together until he got to his office. He slid down the closed door to the floor and wept.