THUD! "Grrrr. Dang that hurt. Oh well, I've had worse injuries,"
exclaims Kit as she sits up from where she had fallen off the bed onto the
floor. She peeks over the side of the bed and looks at the cause of her
quick backpedaling, which had resulted in her falling out of the bed.
She had woken up with her head on his shoulder, her arm and hand lying across his bare chest, and her legs entangled with his. He was holding her like a lover, his arms wrapped possessively around her.
"Oh my God. Why am I in bed with my boss? My immediate superior? And why is he holding me like I was his lover or something? I wonder if it has anything to do with those weird dreams that I've been having." She stares across the bed at him. "Awww. He looks so sweet and innocent when he sleeps, like a cute little boy. Not a worry in the world. I have never seen such thick, long lashes on a man before. Let's not even mention those oh so kissable looking lips. ( And that silky looking, just wanna run your hands through it, raven black hair? Yes, it is just as soft as it looks." Kit struggles to hold back a moan full of pure desire.
Automatically assessing his condition on instinct, she notices that he was extremely pale and had dark circles underneath his eyes. She notices quickly that he had lost weight, and she knew for a fact that he didn't have any spare weight that he could afford to lose. "Sweet Jesus, what a body that man has! Look at that chiseled chest! And oh my goddess, those abs! How the heck does he hide them under that tight jumpsuit that he's always wearing?"
She covers him back up and slips out of the door, looking for the bathroom. Halfway there, she hears a child begin to cry and her medic half of her brain kicks in, and she starts searching for the crying child to see if she can help.
She finds herself in the kitchen with Lifeline's dad, Samuel, and a four- year-old toddler, whom she soon finds out, is his nephew, Toby. He was upset because he couldn't have the cereal that he wanted for breakfast.
"Good morning! You must be Lieutenant De Havilland. Edwin's told us a lot about you. You must be hungry. Come over here, sit, and have some breakfast."
"Call me Kit, Sir. I'm not really very hungry..." She trails off as she sits and Samuel places a plate overflowing with food in front of her.
"Young lady, you're not big enough to argue with me. You're much too pale and thin for you to be healthy. Didn't your parents teach you how to take care of yourself?"
"No, Sir. I didn't have parents that I can remember. I basically raised myself on the streets. My entire childhood is nothing but a blank space to me now and has been for as far back as I can remember."
Samuel gasps in horror. What had this sweet, innocent looking little medic had to go through? How could any parents be so cruel, as to let their own flesh and blood raise themselves on the streets?
A few minutes later, they heard a commotion on the stairs and Edwin comes sprinting out of the hall. "Dad, have you seen Kit? She was gone when I woke up," he asked, hurriedly, looking around.
"Do I look like an octopus to you guys? Obviously, I can't be in two places at once, although most of the unit thinks that I can for some odd reason. I'm over here, Captain," she growls.
Toby shoves out of Kit's lap and comes running up to his uncle, reaching to be picked up. Edwin scoops him into his arms and walks over to the counter, grabbing a plate and filling it for himself. He also grabs the small plastic plate off to the side and fixes Toby some breakfast. When he finishes, he sticks Toby in his usual chair and slides around the table to sit next to Kit.
"Are you feeling better, Little Fox? At least you're up and about now."
"Ask me again in about a half hour and I can probably tell you. Give me half a chance to wake up first."
"I'm glad you're better from they way you've been lately. You really gave us a scare. I thought you were never coming back."
"What do you mean the way I've been lately? There is nothing that's been wrong with me lately."
"Don't get your panties in a twist. I'll explain later, Kit. Suffice it to say that things have been a lot different lately than usual."
"I'm sorry, Captain. I always get bad-tempered after I go catatonic—Oh no, I didn't, did I?" she asks him fearfully.
He nods and swallows a mouthful of food. "I'm afraid so."
"What sent me into it this time?"
"Like I said earlier, I'll explain later, when I know you can handle the shock of what happened. And besides, we got innocent ears around," he says, pointing at Toby.
"Um, Captain, You might want to duck right about now," she tells him, struggling to keep a straight face and keeping an eye on all three males in the kitchen.
"Why?" he asks, just seconds before he gets hit with a handful of scrambled eggs from Toby's direction. "Never mind," he deadpans as she bursts out laughing, along with Toby and Samuel. "Why didn't you warn me, Lieutenant?" "I did. Why do you think I told you that now would be a nice time to duck?" she tells him between gales of laughter.
"You laugh? You think this is funny? I'll show you funny," he tells her, laughing at her, as he picks a grape from the bowl of fruit on the counter and arcs it perfectly to bounce off her forehead and drop through the neck of the shirt she was wearing.
"Oh, now that just ain't kosher. I know he didn't go there." She reached into her shirt and retrieved the grape, acting like she was getting it ready to throw back at him, but then she popped it into her own mouth. "I'm a little too mature for these little games."
He laughs and they finish their breakfast in silence, both of them going back for seconds and even thirds. When they get done, he tells her where to find her duffle in his room and how to get to the bathroom from there.
She had woken up with her head on his shoulder, her arm and hand lying across his bare chest, and her legs entangled with his. He was holding her like a lover, his arms wrapped possessively around her.
"Oh my God. Why am I in bed with my boss? My immediate superior? And why is he holding me like I was his lover or something? I wonder if it has anything to do with those weird dreams that I've been having." She stares across the bed at him. "Awww. He looks so sweet and innocent when he sleeps, like a cute little boy. Not a worry in the world. I have never seen such thick, long lashes on a man before. Let's not even mention those oh so kissable looking lips. ( And that silky looking, just wanna run your hands through it, raven black hair? Yes, it is just as soft as it looks." Kit struggles to hold back a moan full of pure desire.
Automatically assessing his condition on instinct, she notices that he was extremely pale and had dark circles underneath his eyes. She notices quickly that he had lost weight, and she knew for a fact that he didn't have any spare weight that he could afford to lose. "Sweet Jesus, what a body that man has! Look at that chiseled chest! And oh my goddess, those abs! How the heck does he hide them under that tight jumpsuit that he's always wearing?"
She covers him back up and slips out of the door, looking for the bathroom. Halfway there, she hears a child begin to cry and her medic half of her brain kicks in, and she starts searching for the crying child to see if she can help.
She finds herself in the kitchen with Lifeline's dad, Samuel, and a four- year-old toddler, whom she soon finds out, is his nephew, Toby. He was upset because he couldn't have the cereal that he wanted for breakfast.
"Good morning! You must be Lieutenant De Havilland. Edwin's told us a lot about you. You must be hungry. Come over here, sit, and have some breakfast."
"Call me Kit, Sir. I'm not really very hungry..." She trails off as she sits and Samuel places a plate overflowing with food in front of her.
"Young lady, you're not big enough to argue with me. You're much too pale and thin for you to be healthy. Didn't your parents teach you how to take care of yourself?"
"No, Sir. I didn't have parents that I can remember. I basically raised myself on the streets. My entire childhood is nothing but a blank space to me now and has been for as far back as I can remember."
Samuel gasps in horror. What had this sweet, innocent looking little medic had to go through? How could any parents be so cruel, as to let their own flesh and blood raise themselves on the streets?
A few minutes later, they heard a commotion on the stairs and Edwin comes sprinting out of the hall. "Dad, have you seen Kit? She was gone when I woke up," he asked, hurriedly, looking around.
"Do I look like an octopus to you guys? Obviously, I can't be in two places at once, although most of the unit thinks that I can for some odd reason. I'm over here, Captain," she growls.
Toby shoves out of Kit's lap and comes running up to his uncle, reaching to be picked up. Edwin scoops him into his arms and walks over to the counter, grabbing a plate and filling it for himself. He also grabs the small plastic plate off to the side and fixes Toby some breakfast. When he finishes, he sticks Toby in his usual chair and slides around the table to sit next to Kit.
"Are you feeling better, Little Fox? At least you're up and about now."
"Ask me again in about a half hour and I can probably tell you. Give me half a chance to wake up first."
"I'm glad you're better from they way you've been lately. You really gave us a scare. I thought you were never coming back."
"What do you mean the way I've been lately? There is nothing that's been wrong with me lately."
"Don't get your panties in a twist. I'll explain later, Kit. Suffice it to say that things have been a lot different lately than usual."
"I'm sorry, Captain. I always get bad-tempered after I go catatonic—Oh no, I didn't, did I?" she asks him fearfully.
He nods and swallows a mouthful of food. "I'm afraid so."
"What sent me into it this time?"
"Like I said earlier, I'll explain later, when I know you can handle the shock of what happened. And besides, we got innocent ears around," he says, pointing at Toby.
"Um, Captain, You might want to duck right about now," she tells him, struggling to keep a straight face and keeping an eye on all three males in the kitchen.
"Why?" he asks, just seconds before he gets hit with a handful of scrambled eggs from Toby's direction. "Never mind," he deadpans as she bursts out laughing, along with Toby and Samuel. "Why didn't you warn me, Lieutenant?" "I did. Why do you think I told you that now would be a nice time to duck?" she tells him between gales of laughter.
"You laugh? You think this is funny? I'll show you funny," he tells her, laughing at her, as he picks a grape from the bowl of fruit on the counter and arcs it perfectly to bounce off her forehead and drop through the neck of the shirt she was wearing.
"Oh, now that just ain't kosher. I know he didn't go there." She reached into her shirt and retrieved the grape, acting like she was getting it ready to throw back at him, but then she popped it into her own mouth. "I'm a little too mature for these little games."
He laughs and they finish their breakfast in silence, both of them going back for seconds and even thirds. When they get done, he tells her where to find her duffle in his room and how to get to the bathroom from there.