It was now Friday afternoon, and two hours into the second part of her double shift, when there was a knock at her office door.

"Just wait a minute, I'm not..." She trailed off distractedly, struggling with the zip at the back of her dress. She had had to change after an unfortunate incident in resus, and she was now decidedly irritated, especially as all she wanted to do was finish her shift and leave to spend the weekend away from the city. This fact, however, had meant that taking a double shift was necessary in order to accommodate both her clinical and admin duties, so that fewer mistakes could be made by her less rigorous counterpart whilst she was out of the department.

The door opened and shut shortly after she had spoken out, and she looked up to watch Jacob as he came to stand behind her, brushing her hair over shoulders as he reached to find the zip she was struggling with, positioned at the lower middle section of her spine.

"Anyone else would just put on a scrub top."

He slowly drew the zip up, his head tilted as he concentrated on making sure he didn't nip her skin. He paused just underneath where the clasps of her bra showed, sighing before raising the metal over and stepping back just slightly, turning her around to then flick her hair down her back. She exhaled a little dejectedly as she took in his appearance; his jacket, his bag. Ready to leave. She placed one hand then on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her as he regarded her noticeably quiet demeanour.

"Anything I can do, Con?" He spoke softly, looking down at her but again, she didn't respond, giving in momentarily to her fatigue. Instead she nodded faintly against his chest, before turning her head upwards to his.

"If I give you a list, will you pack for me?"

He looked at her, a confused smile edging it's way onto his face.

"A list?"

"Yes."

"Okay... But you'd best get started now if you want me to be done by the time you're finished here."

She raised an eyebrow, her lips pursed as she tried to suppress a smile.

"It's a pre-prepared list."

His own smile then changed from confusion to one of fond amusement.

"Oh, so you'd 'pre-prepared' for me to pack for you?"

"Naturally."

Now she grinned and moved away from his arms, finding some renewed vigour. She had been looking forward to this weekend away ever since Jacob had mentioned it. She hadn't needed to plan anything, there was no stress. It was time away, time away that was needed; for the two of them.

"So, where is this list?"

He watched her as she stepped over the discarded blouse, and opened the top drawer of her desk. She passed a folded piece of paper over to him, which he opened immediately.

"Typed, of course." He shook his head in mock disbelief, and she watched him with a smile from the desk, leaning over onto her hands. He scanned the items on the list, pausing at intervals and making a mental note of his questions.

"Okay?"

"Just a few things." He looked up at her, lowering the paper as she tilted her head, waiting. "Uncharacteristically, you haven't been very specific."

"Jacob, there's even colours specified on there, what more do you-"

"'Mascara.'"

"Yes?"

"Well how am I supposed to know which one? You have at least five!"

"You watch me do it every day!"

He sighed, deciding to move on.

"'Underwear, one black set and one white.'" He looked back up at her, to see that she was trying not to laugh. "Well which ones? Do you want the black lace set, white lace set, both lace or-"

"You choose, because you seem to be a lot more concerned about my underwear choice than I am." She said with a smirk, which earned her another exasperated sigh from Jacob.

"But I'll pick the wrong ones!"

"You won't." She moved from the desk, taking the list from him and placing it down, slinging her arms loosely around his neck before placing a soft kiss to his lips. "Please stop worrying about trying to make me happy. You always do."

He sighed as he kissed her, still a little unconvinced. He wanted everything to be perfect, just as she wanted.

"Right, I need to finish these reports, and I'll be home in a few hours. Thank you..." She kissed him one more time, before pulling back and bending to pick up her blouse from the floor. "Oh, and could you wash that please?"

She tossed her stained blouse to him, grinning as his expression formed one of disgust. He pinched the seams of it between the fingers of his right hand, took her list in his other, his satchel now slung haphazardly about his body. She opened the door for him, ushering him out quickly but pausing to stay at the door, mouthing a quick "I love you" when he glanced back at her, shaking his head fondly before turning around the corner.