Title and Author ; Brewing Storms - Chapter Eight - Becky

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The biggest pile of charts had just been stacked in front of him. On top of his own.

" Here you go Carter."

He looked up at Susan. Her eyes sparkling. "What?!"

" I'm out of here."

" You're not?"

" Oh, I am."

He stood watching as her form retreated through the doors. Sighing, he took out his pen, and thumbed through the pile of charts he had just been burdened with.

" Frank?"

" Yeah?"

" Get me the phone..."

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She was at home. Cleaning. It was something she rarely ever did, and something that admittedly she was annoyed to be doing do on her day off.

The sound of the telephone resonated through the apartment, as she left her position by the counter to answer it.

" Hello?"

" Hey." She recognised his voice immediately, a wave of concern passing over her, but also pleased to hear him.

" Everything okay?"

" Yeah. You alright?"

" Yeah. You?"

" Yep."

Conversation stopped. What was he doing?

" Hey, uh, whatcha doin'?"

" Well, right now, I'm talking to you. Before that though, I was cleaning."

" What?"

" I was cleaning."

" Oh."

She smirked, as did he on the other end of the phone. She was as shocked as he was. She was cleaning.

" Well, um, d'you think that maybe, just maybe, you could stop that for a second? Or maybe a minute? Or, uh maybe even an hour....or a few?"

" Why? What's wrong?"

" Nothing. We're just swamped."

She exaggerated a sigh.

" I'm sorry, it's just, Susan she dumped the biggest pile of charts you've ever seen with me, Connie's gone home, and we're really short staffed. We could use you. Please?"

There was no answer.

" Abby?"

" Yes."

" You'll come?"

" What about Lydia?"

" Uh, well, she's here, but we're really really busy. Please? For me?"

" Okay. Whatever. Y'know this was a pretty long and drawn-out request, don't you?"

" Yeah. Well. You know me."

" Uhuh. Give me fifteen minutes."

" Thankyou."

" S'ok."

" Oh, and Abby?"

" Yeah?"

" I love you."

" Love you too."

Both phones were put down. John Carter - a charmer.

She sighed, pulled on her coat, grabbed a pair of scrubs, and left the apartment, locking the door.

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He was waiting by admin. A chart in hand, pen in the other, and that's when she entered.

He looked up.

" Thankyou."

" I'm doing this on one condition, y'know?"

" What's that?" A mischievous grin appeared across his face.

" You buy me coffee later."

" Done." He bent his head and kissed her, smiling. If they had to work together, it didn't matter. As long as they were that - together. She wouldn't let him know it, but coming into to do an extra shift with him wasn't too bad. And besides, it got her out of cleaning.

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Author's Notes ; For some unknown reason - I like this chapter. You guys however, probably don't. Anyway, while I was writing it all I could see was Carter in scrubs, sad eh? Hmm. Yeah, well, please, as always, drop me a review - I love 'em! I need 'em - trust me, I do! -(This chapter, was actually a lot longer than the rest..well, maybe not * a lot*, but longer.)

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