"Thank you, Lieutenant Garcia," Jas said, putting a final note in his chart. "That's all for today."

He smiled as he did the last few buttons on his khaki uniform. "Thank you, Doctor," he said, bidding her goodbye as he left the treatment room.

He left the door slightly ajar, and Jas heard him speak to someone in the waiting area, wishing them luck.

She was glancing at the file of her next victim when Martha, the head nurse, walked in a handful of needle supplies. "Can you please send in Lieutenant Seresin?"

Martha agreed and left to collect the Lieutenant from the waiting area. Jas took a seat in her chair, trying not to grin at the prospect of the look on his face when he saw her.

"Listen, Doc, I'm in peak physical condi…" He trailed off, stopping in his tracks just inside the threshold of her office. Martha closed the door behind the man, sending Jas a knowing look.

"I'm sure you are, Lieutenant," Jas said, standing to shake his hand as if this was their first time meeting. "But you're required to be here, so suck it up. I'm Dr. Lane."

"You," was all he said, letting go of her hand.

"Me," she agreed, gesturing towards the chair on the opposite side of her desk. "Please have a seat."

He sat, albeit reluctantly. "You didn't tell me you worked here."

Jasmine looked at him, a smile on her face. He was squirming. "You didn't ask."

His eyes grew hard. "I asked what you did for work," he argued.

She nodded. "That you did," she agreed. "And I told you I'm a doctor, which I am." She gestured around her office and all the medical equipment. She adjusted the stethoscope around her neck.

Hangman stared at her. "You lied."

"I didn't."

"Lying by omission is still lying."

She shrugged. "Maybe, but you were too busy trying to get in my pants to notice."

His mouth flattened into a tight line, and he eyed her suspiciously, but he didn't say another word.

"Are you ready to begin?"

He grumbled a yes, and actually stood when Jas told him to stand at the measurement on her wall. She brought the block down and noted his height on the file.

"Have I grown, Doc?" His smile was easy, his tone confident. He was trying to get her to crack, but she'd played this game with plenty of people before him - there was nothing he could do that would surprise her.

"No," she said, straightening up. "If you could just hop on the scale for me."

He walked to the scale, but Jas stopped him. "Without your shoes, please." Hangman glowered at her, his smirk gone in an instant. She gave a friendly smile, but he wasn't having any of it. Maybe he thought she was enjoying this too much, which in all fairness, should be a feeling he understood all too well. Hadn't he been cocky in his conviction that he could get Jas to leave with him the night before?

He sat on the bed and undid the laces of his standard issue boots in silence.

He stood on the scale, and Jasmine joined him by it, so she could adjust it until it was even. She could feel his eyes on her, assessing her every move and breath. It wasn't something she was used to - her patients were usually most anxious about the weighing portion of their exam. Hangman seemed unfazed.

"Alright," she said, clearing her throat. "Weight is normal." She glanced up at him and found his eyes still trained on her. The smirk had started to seep back into his features.

"Do I have something on my face, Lieutenant?" She asked, stepping away to note his weight on the chart.

"You're beautiful," he drawled as he stepped off the scale.

"So you told me last night," she reminded him, grabbing onto the ends of the stethoscope around her neck. "But charm won't get me to change your weight."

He frowned at that. "I wasn't – "

"Now, please, have a seat on the bed so I can check your vital signs," she said, gesturing to the bed. "Please remove your uniform shirt."

He smirked, cocky and self-assured. "If you wanted me to strip, all you had to do was ask," he said, his tone lower than before as he started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Your undershirt can stay on," she informed him, keeping her expression even and unbothered.

He frowned but didn't utter a word. He placed the khaki shirt on the foot of the bed and sat down.

Jas placed the blood pressure monitor on his arm and pointedly ignored the feeling of his muscles ripple under the surface of his skin.

Once again, she felt his eyes trained on her. Watching, assessing, and making mental notes. Jas concentrated on the blood pressure monitor, not the feeling of his intense gaze.

"Okay," she said and undid the band of the monitor. "Blood pressure looks fine."

"No need to be modest, Doc. It's perfect," he said. "I've gotten many compliments on my blood pressure."

Jas snorted, unable to help herself. "I find that hard to believe, Lieutenant." She went to her desk to note down his blood pressure before moving on the listen to his heart and lungs. She told him those looked good, too, and she was a little annoyed that the numbers were essentially the same as his last physical. Perfect. If there was any ever reason to hate a man, that had to be it.

"Right, Lieutenant Seresin," she began. "I'm just going to have a look at your ears and throat to check if something is out of the ordinary. Open up." She placed a wooden stick on his tongue and shone a light down his throat. She imagined what that mouth felt like pressed against her own but tried desperately to ignore the fluttering feeling in her stomach. This was the last thing she wanted to think about. She then looked in his ears and found nothing out of the ordinary there either.

He was so perfect that she almost hated him.

The Navy really was punishing her with this routine work. She had saved a man's leg, and this was the thanks she got? Having to check high and mighty fighter pilots whose physique was annoyingly perfect.

She walked back to the desk once again to cross out the throat and ear check on her list. Then crossed back to the Lieutenant. "I'm just going to check the lymph nodes in your neck, okay?"

He smirked. "Go ahead, Doc."

Jas placed her hands on either side of his neck and felt for the characteristic knots under the skin. "How'd you end up stationed here?" He asked.

Jas leaned back a little, lifting her hands from his neck. "Why do you ask?"

He put his hands up. "Good, old-fashioned curiosity."

Jas took a deep breath. "It's a long story," she said, hoping he would be satisfied with that answer. From the way his green eyes shone with mischief, she knew he wouldn't. "Do you take any medications?"

He shook his head. "Make a long story short?"

"Not a chance, Lieutenant," she said, offering him a friendly smile. "Any unusual moles or other marks on your skin?"

"No," he answered her question. "Not even over a drink?"

Jas snorted. "Not gonna happen."

He hummed. "Alright, your loss."

"Oh no," Jas mumbled, sarcasm laced in her tone. "How will I ever survive?"

He stood from the bed and moved to stand right in front of her. He was only a few inches taller than her, but she had to crane her neck to meet his eyes.

"You'll change your mind," he said, voice low and sultry. "Soon, you'll beg for my time."

Jas stifled a groan and pushed the aviator, forcing him to take a step back. "I think I need to refer you to a specialist," she told him seriously.

He frowned. "What's wrong with me?"

Jas picked up his chart and pretended to study it carefully. "I think you may need to have your ego surgically removed," she said. "It's a risky procedure, but you should be just fine. Maybe you'll even be able to get a date afterward."

Hangman groaned and turned his eyes to the ceiling. "You done?"

She huffed out a laugh. "Not even close, but I'll spare you for today. You can put your shirt and boots back on."

She jotted down some final pieces of information in his chart as he redressed. She put her hands in her lab coat and waited for him to finish off his shoelaces.

"I'll see you around, Doc," he said, the confident and easy smile back on his handsome features. Jas could acknowledge that he was attractive without shuddering at the admission. Almost.

"I'll count the hours," she joked.

He abruptly turned around and caged her in between her desk and his body. She could feel the heat radiating off him, and the way his pale green eyes had grown dark made her catch her breath.

He bent his head down, and Jas could feel his breath on her lips. Her eyes darted to his lips for a split second, but he'd caught her. She knew by the way the corner of his mouth turned up. "I'll be thinking of you tonight," he spoke, voice barely audible. The implication was obvious, and Jas' cheeks grew hot for the first time in his presence. She hoped it wasn't noticeable in the fluorescent light.

He stood back, and Jas tried to hide the fact that she had to gasp for air.

"You have a nice day, Dr. Lane."

With that, he opened the door to her office and disappeared out of it, leaving Jas to process what the hell she had started.

A/N: Thank you for reading my story! All chapters in this work can be read independently of each other, though I have placed the chapters in somewhat chronological order. Please let me know what you think by leaving a review! To learn more about Jas, her relationship with Jake, or simply talk to me, you can find me on tumblr at cantfighthemoonknight.