Carter sipped at his coffee quietly as if he were a cobra, brooding quietly, trying to strategize on when to strike. When Carol entered, Carter, still lost in his own thoughts practically leaped from his seat in surprise.

"Sorry there, Carter. Didn't mean to scare you," she remarked, apologetically.

"You didn't scare me. Just surprised me," he replied.

She scoffed and poured herself a mug of coffee. She sat down by him and saw a little tint of red beneath the blanched white forms and paperwork. She sipped quietly, making sure Carter didn't notice her staring at it. Unfortunately, he caught her staring at his pile of papers.

"See something interesting?" he asked, covering his paperwork stack with his arms.

"Oh! Nothing, Carter," she replied, surprised.

As he got up to leave, with paperwork in hand, she reached up and grabbed the bit of red, revealing a heart cut out of construction paper. There was the smallest hint of lace and a bit of writing revealing a name on the front cover but he grasped it back before she had a good chance to read it.

"You, of all people, should know not to take other people's stuff," he remarked, clicking his tongue disdainfully.

"So, who's the valentine for? I thought doctors didn't have hearts," she sarcastically answered to his crude joke.

"Mind your own business!" he countered.

"Who said something about doctors lacking hearts?" asked Kerry, as she opened to the door to the Lounge.

"I did, Kerry. Carter, here, made someone a valentine," she explained.

"Oh, god. This is going to be on the gossip train for an eternity," he moaned.

"Carol, you make sure Mr. Valentine misses his trip on the gossip train, please. I don't have time for the gossip train. It gets in the way of work," she spoke.

"Yeah, Kerry. Sure."

As Carter walked out of the Lounge, she found Kerry bugging her as to who it was. Carol just laughed as she explained the whole predicament of Carter snatching the valentine away from her before she had a chance to read the name messily scribbled on the front. Kerry enjoyed Carol's company as they spent their break drinking bad coffee, eating candy bars, and gossiping like normal women.

Carter, however, had snuck back into the Lounge when no one was around and slipped the valentine into Lucy's locker. He casually walked back outside and went to his next operation. As soon as his shift was over, Lucy's shift began so he hastily left and drove off in his Jeep.

Lucy signed in and she went to her locker to change when she saw something flutter down to the ground. It was a red construction paper heart. She felt her heart start to beat faster in her chest as she picked it up and read it.

"When the sun sets, you are the moon whose brightness fills the sky

You make the sun rise to glory, the storybook pages flip the pages to the story

The water is your diamond ring, the stars your sparkling earrings

At the mere sound of your voice, dogs bark and birds sing

The heart of a fighter, the beauty of an angel

You are so perfect, like a real-life porcelain doll

I hope to meet you sometime soon

I bid you farewell, milady. Your Secret Admirer."

Carol walked in for a quick break from a long day of work when she saw Lucy there, holding a handmade card.

"What do you have there, Lucy?" she asked, curiously.

"A valentine."

"From whom, may I ask?" Carol continued.

"A secret admirer," she sighed.

"Lucy, I know you're not the same med student you were before but right now, you're starting to sound like a teenager. Let me see that," she replied quickly, grasping the valentine. Her eyes scanned down the page. "You're so lucky, Lucy. Half of us only dream of guys like that. Well, get changed and get to work before Kerry comes down here and gets on your case. She's not in a good mood."

Lucy cringed at the thought and shoved the valentine in the deepest, darkest pits of her backpack. She threw her backpack carelessly on a hook and changed into her lab coat.

"Hey Lucy! I hear you got a secret admirer!" cried Abby.

"Gee, thanks Carol!" yelled Lucy sarcastically.

"That's what I'm here for, Doctor Knight!" she yelled back.

Lucy sighed and she raced off to do her errands for Dr. Greene. She ran around, doing several different surgeries.

Carter awoke with a start as something on his dresser started beeping extremely loud. He groaned and got up, thinking it was his AM/FM alarm clock. It wasn't. It was his pager. He glanced at his clock. Two 'o' clock in the morning, not extremely bad, but he felt like a kindergartener who didn't want to get up for school in the morning. He yawned, stretched, changed, and headed down to the hospital. To his surprise, Lucy was still there.

"Hey, Dr. Carter! Guess what I got!" she cried happily.

"A psychologist!" he replied, mimicking her excited and perky tone. He was in no mood to be perky at two in the morning.

"Ugh! No! A valentine!" she exclaimed.

"You are happy about this because?" he continued.

"It's Valentine's Day, Carter! Ugh! Take a look at the calendar," she remarked, disgustedly.

"I'd rather take a look at the inside of my eyelids," he replied. "Anyway, I was paged down here at two in the morning, why?"

"To assist in a surgery with me," replied Kerry.

"Sure, Kerry. Isn't anyone going to help you with the surgery besides me?"

"Lucy."

"Great," he replied, trailing off.

After the surgery, Carter found himself sitting in the Lounge writing another love note to Lucy. He admired her from afar, but she wasn't dating anyone and she wasn't his med student anymore. They wouldn't be breaking the rules. Plus, their little tryst did kind of make him think what could've happened back then.

Lucy was going to change back so she could head home when she saw a little tuft of white waft down to the hospital floor when she caught it. It was a note. It wasn't the mushiest thing in the world but her secret admirer wanted to meet her. She smiled when it said that he wanted her to meet her up on the roof. She shoved this note along with the valentine deep into her backpack, zipped it up, changed, and ran upstairs to the roof where she saw a person shivering. She ran up and she tapped him on the shoulder. The person turned around revealing a face with bright red cheeks. It was Carter.

"Carter? What are you doing here? Did you see my secret admirer?" she asked, pushing him aside.

"I am your secret admirer," he replied.

She laughed as she hugged him and pulled him back into the hospital for a cup of hot coffee to warm him up.