When I said I'd update daily, I didn't mean weekends. Apologies. And thanks everyone for stepping up to do daily reviews I really will work on posting each morning. :) This one's a short one. I don't want to be repetitive and I can't really write hospital dialogue, so the dayshift chapters will probably all be short.

"Good morning Dr. Corday."

"Dr. Haver." Elizabeth nodded to the tall gentleman who entered the scrub room and then returned her attention to the sink in front of her. As an intern, so many years ago, she once confessed that she enjoyed the five minutes it took to clean her hands before surgery, almost as much as the surgery itself. It was an extended period of time where you were completely incapable of doing anything but think. Standing there scrubbing it was obviously where her thoughts would drift.

Robert she thought. She tried to figure out when he became "Robert" over "Dr. Romano." It had certainly happened before last night. Their relationship, beyond just that of comrades in work, had been there back in Chicago. And yet while there were no sweeping romantic gestures took place last night, something was definitely different. He was different. More gentlemanly. Or maybe I just was more aware of

"Dr. Haver. Dr. Corday." A familiar voice spoke from behind her.

Elizabeth dropped the scrubber and watched it bounce around in the sink. "Damn!" She cursed before picking up another brush and ripping it open.

"Another beautiful morning, huh Lizzie? Perhaps you should tone down the 32 litters of coffee in the morning."

Dr. Haver shook trying to hold back the laugh. Elizabeth looked over to the taller man and then back to Robert. He looked quite pleased with himself. "Oh shut up."

Robert stepped to the sink between the other two surgeons and began his own washing ritual. The three scrubbed silently until Dr. Haver stepped off his water and turned towards Surgical Room D. "You behave yourself Rocket."

"I'll keep it clean." He answered taking his brush and pointing it at him.

Elizabeth watched the two with envy. Once they were alone she found her voice again. "How do you do it?"

"Brilliance and Beauty? I'm glad you asked, Lizzie"

"How do you go from County's least enjoyable Chief of Staff in the history of Chicago to friendly terms with Dr. Haver. I've been trying to get in on that Men's club for the last two months."

Romano stepped off his water lever and turned to her with his hands in the air. "You really want to know?"

She stepped back and reflected his pose with hands sterile in the air. "I do."

"They say you're anally demanding."

"What?" she scoffed shocked at the irony of Romano delivering this message to her.

"Deveraux said something about you being untouchable too pompous."

She thought about it for a moment but neither made a move to leave the room. "You sure it's not my dad?"

"Look princess it's the pea not his seed."

"Thank you for that colorful explanation."

"I'm here to help." And with that he stepped backwards through the door for Surgical Room B.