Don't own E.R or it's characters – don't want to now, all the interesting people have been killed off in STUPID ratings stunts, or are apparently going to be written out to make way for the 'young ones'. So NBC, WB and Michael Crichton stick it up your......hoop? Keep your flagging show!!(Or go watch Dallas, shower scene – hint, hint!)

Special thanks to 'Phantom off the basement' for proof reading for me.

LEAN ON ME

Chapter VIII

All too soon the taxi pulled up at the hospital. Elizabeth climbed out as she thanked the driver and turned to face – Mark!

Shit.

"Heeyy, where'd you get to last night?" Mark asked whilst casting a curious glance at her clothes and general overall appearance.

"Oh, hi- were you waiting for me or something?" she mumbled.

"Waiting on multiple traumas actually, but this is nice." He smiled. "Soo – how's your friend?"

"Oh, he's fine." She blurted.

"He? Who is he?" Mark asked, his head suddenly whipping up straight.

Bugger.

"My friend who was in trouble – you don't know him." She lied.

"Right." He replied.

"So how did dinner go?" Elizabeth tried to change the subject.

"It was - interesting."

"That bad, huh? I'm sorry I really couldn't get away." She offered.

"So your 'friend' was in a bar?" Mark asked wrinkling his nose slightly.

Elizabeth nodded and hoped the ground would swallow her whole.

"This bar was open all night?"

"Pardon!" she exclaimed.

"I spoke to Isabelle this morning. Apparently you didn't go home last night." Mark said in an accusatory tone of voice she was unaccustomed to from him.

"No I didn't – he was in a bad way and needed me to stay." Elizabeth replied keeping her voice as neutral as she could.

"All night?"

"Yes Mark all night!" Elizabeth's head began to hurt more than she thought was possible.

"In a bar all night?"

"No, we went back to his place." Now she was pissed and did not feel the need to hide the fact.

This does sound really bad actually

"Mark, nothing is going on if that is what you're driving at." Elizabeth offered trying to placate him.

He looked her up and down as the ambulances peeled around the corner.

"Really?" He snipped.

"Yes REALLY" she was getting angry now.

He continued to stare at her, his expression leaving no doubt in her mind that he did not believe her.

"I'm going in." She snapped.

"Fine." Was all he said then turned to the trauma being wheeled his direction.

"Fine, MARK!" Elizabeth shouted back and stomped inside the building.

Now she was mad.

Well what do you know? He doesn't trust me!

TBC