Disclaimer: Don't own ER, if I did, I'd rename the Romano memorial myself.
A/N: For those of you who know who Norman Keyes is, here's another chance for you to hate him! And I'm going by what I know of US immigration laws (not much) and the timeframe of seasons 7-8. This takes place around early season ten, circa Dear Abby.
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The short little man walked through the swinging double doors and up to the admit desk. "I need to see a Doctor Elizabeth Corday immediately please." The rotund desk clerk looked at the whiteboard chart behind him.
"She's in a surgery now." The man shrugged.
"Call her out of it." The desk clerk looked at the man before him, amazed that someone could have the audacity to do that.
"What do you mean?" The desk clerk asked, shocked.
"Call her out of it, or I'm going to fine this place."
"How can you fine it?"
"For hiring an illegal alien." He pulled out something from his pocket. "Norman Keyes, INS. As of now, Ms. Corday is an illegal alien. Call her down." The desk clerk shrugged and called the extension for the surgical suite.
"Yeah?" a nurse answered.
"Hey, can you send Doctor Corday down?" the nurse turned to Corday.
"Hey, doc, Jerry wants you downstairs." The nurse switched the phone over to speaker.
"I'm kind of in the middle of a surgery."
"Tell her some dude from the INS is ready to deport her." Jerry's voice echoed throughout the suite and Corday set the tool she was using on the surgical tool tray before backing away from the patient on the table slowly, shaking ever so slightly. She scrubbed out and got on the elevator, all the while talking to herself, trying to reassure herself that everything was going to be fine, she didn't have a problem, she was a legal US citizen, wasn't she?
"It's alright, you married a US citizen, you're going to be fine, they just forgot something, you can fix things." She got off the elevator and walked towards the admit desk where she found the short, fat, balding man waiting for her, rolling an unlit cigar between his fingers.
"Ah, Doctor Corday is it?"
"Yes, yes it is." He extended her hand.
"Norman Keyes, INS. I'm starved, lets do this someplace where I can get a bite to eat. There's a diner nearby."
"Ike's?" Jerry questioned.
"Yeah, probably what it is. C'mon." Right from the start Elizabeth hated this other man. There was something evil about him, something that just reeked of nastiness. He walked out of the hospital with her close in tow, and as soon as they walked out of the building and into the ambulance bay, he removed a lighter and lit the cigar that he had in his hand, taking a deep breath of it. She caught a whiff of the foul smelling smoke that only a cheep cigar produced and had to force down a large gulp.
He lead the way to Ike's in silence for a while until he finally spoke. "I suppose you already have something of an idea as to why I'm here Doctor Corday."
"Actually, I don't." she replied, truly not knowing why a man from the INS would have to see her.
"In case you didn't know, you're an illegal immigrant." Her eyebrows shot up and she stopped in her tracks.
"I think you may have the wrong person, last time I checked I was legal."
"Well, you don't have any working papers filed." They started to walk again, and they found themselves in a booth in the backmost corner of the smoking section, and he leaned over the table to glare at her. "The way the INS sees it, you are illegal end of story."
"I didn't think I would need working papers as I married an US citizen." She pointed out. The short man took another puff of his cigar as he ordered a hamburger. The waiter looked at Elizabeth and all she ordered was a cup of tea.
"Ah yes, Doctor Greene, wasn't it?" she nodded. "Well, you happened to neglect something. US law says you have to be married for two years before you're a citizen. According to our records, you were only married for a year and a half."
"He died!" she countered.
"And wasn't it true that you married him with the knowledge that he had an untreatable life-threatening disease?" she was silent. "The way we see it you're a scam artist." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "These are your deportation papers Doctor Corday. You have ninety- six hours before you have to leave this country. Thursday at six at night, if you're not married to a legal US citizen then you're going back to England."
"But what about my daughter?" she questioned, knowing full well that her daughter was a US citizen.
"If you wish for her to remain in the US you are going to have to give up custody of her." Elizabeth's face fell. "I'll leave you be til Thursday, if you try to run, we will catch you." he finished his hamburger and got up, leaving a twenty on the table. "Good day." He said, leaving Elizabeth to sit there, shocked, stunned and feeling very alone all of a sudden.
A/N: For those of you who know who Norman Keyes is, here's another chance for you to hate him! And I'm going by what I know of US immigration laws (not much) and the timeframe of seasons 7-8. This takes place around early season ten, circa Dear Abby.
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The short little man walked through the swinging double doors and up to the admit desk. "I need to see a Doctor Elizabeth Corday immediately please." The rotund desk clerk looked at the whiteboard chart behind him.
"She's in a surgery now." The man shrugged.
"Call her out of it." The desk clerk looked at the man before him, amazed that someone could have the audacity to do that.
"What do you mean?" The desk clerk asked, shocked.
"Call her out of it, or I'm going to fine this place."
"How can you fine it?"
"For hiring an illegal alien." He pulled out something from his pocket. "Norman Keyes, INS. As of now, Ms. Corday is an illegal alien. Call her down." The desk clerk shrugged and called the extension for the surgical suite.
"Yeah?" a nurse answered.
"Hey, can you send Doctor Corday down?" the nurse turned to Corday.
"Hey, doc, Jerry wants you downstairs." The nurse switched the phone over to speaker.
"I'm kind of in the middle of a surgery."
"Tell her some dude from the INS is ready to deport her." Jerry's voice echoed throughout the suite and Corday set the tool she was using on the surgical tool tray before backing away from the patient on the table slowly, shaking ever so slightly. She scrubbed out and got on the elevator, all the while talking to herself, trying to reassure herself that everything was going to be fine, she didn't have a problem, she was a legal US citizen, wasn't she?
"It's alright, you married a US citizen, you're going to be fine, they just forgot something, you can fix things." She got off the elevator and walked towards the admit desk where she found the short, fat, balding man waiting for her, rolling an unlit cigar between his fingers.
"Ah, Doctor Corday is it?"
"Yes, yes it is." He extended her hand.
"Norman Keyes, INS. I'm starved, lets do this someplace where I can get a bite to eat. There's a diner nearby."
"Ike's?" Jerry questioned.
"Yeah, probably what it is. C'mon." Right from the start Elizabeth hated this other man. There was something evil about him, something that just reeked of nastiness. He walked out of the hospital with her close in tow, and as soon as they walked out of the building and into the ambulance bay, he removed a lighter and lit the cigar that he had in his hand, taking a deep breath of it. She caught a whiff of the foul smelling smoke that only a cheep cigar produced and had to force down a large gulp.
He lead the way to Ike's in silence for a while until he finally spoke. "I suppose you already have something of an idea as to why I'm here Doctor Corday."
"Actually, I don't." she replied, truly not knowing why a man from the INS would have to see her.
"In case you didn't know, you're an illegal immigrant." Her eyebrows shot up and she stopped in her tracks.
"I think you may have the wrong person, last time I checked I was legal."
"Well, you don't have any working papers filed." They started to walk again, and they found themselves in a booth in the backmost corner of the smoking section, and he leaned over the table to glare at her. "The way the INS sees it, you are illegal end of story."
"I didn't think I would need working papers as I married an US citizen." She pointed out. The short man took another puff of his cigar as he ordered a hamburger. The waiter looked at Elizabeth and all she ordered was a cup of tea.
"Ah yes, Doctor Greene, wasn't it?" she nodded. "Well, you happened to neglect something. US law says you have to be married for two years before you're a citizen. According to our records, you were only married for a year and a half."
"He died!" she countered.
"And wasn't it true that you married him with the knowledge that he had an untreatable life-threatening disease?" she was silent. "The way we see it you're a scam artist." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "These are your deportation papers Doctor Corday. You have ninety- six hours before you have to leave this country. Thursday at six at night, if you're not married to a legal US citizen then you're going back to England."
"But what about my daughter?" she questioned, knowing full well that her daughter was a US citizen.
"If you wish for her to remain in the US you are going to have to give up custody of her." Elizabeth's face fell. "I'll leave you be til Thursday, if you try to run, we will catch you." he finished his hamburger and got up, leaving a twenty on the table. "Good day." He said, leaving Elizabeth to sit there, shocked, stunned and feeling very alone all of a sudden.