* Flashback *
"Is it true?" Rachel started as soon as she'd entered Catherine's office.
"What?" Catherine wondered.
"Well.Elizabeth told me something. I don't really believe it. I don't see why Elizabeth would be lying either. I'd just like to hear from you."
"Elizabeth? She told you something about me?" Catherine said, pretending she didn't have a clue of what Rachel was talking about.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. Let's get on with our examination."
"No! I first want to hear." Rachel laughed. "Elizabeth was right, wasn't she? You don't want to know her anymore!"
"Is that what she said?" Catherine started blushing, not obvious, but Rachel could see it.
"Yes." Rachel smiled. "So you do know her?"
"Yes." Catherine replied. "We kissed once or twice, not such a big deal. I liked her, she liked me."
"Ah, Elizabeth didn't get that far. She just mentioned she made a pass at you." Rachel's smile got bigger. "I can't imagine the two of you together, it sounds okay though."
"Can we continue now?" Catherine asked once more.
"Sure." Rachel replied. « Let's continue. »
Elizabeth was sitting outside the office and had just gotten herself a coffee, when Rachel and Catherine were finished.
"Thank you for your help, Rachel." Catherine said.
"You're welcome." Rachel said. "Would you like to come over for diner sometime, so you can give me the last details on the case?"
"I don't think that would be such a great idea." Catherine's eyes slowly turned towards Elizabeth.
Elizabeth who had been watching and hearing the two, was tired of Catherine's behaviour and decided to say something.
"Don't you worry about me, I won't ever make a pass at you again." Elizabeth said and she walked away. She reached the end of the hall and yelled that she'd be inside the car.
"You heard her. It's fine. Please?" Rachel begged.
"Alright." Catherine said. "I'll call you when we have some news, okay?"
"Sure." Rachel said satisfied.
She slowly walked back to the car and said to herself: "You can do it, Rachel. Diner is a great start." She smiled and she happily sat down next to Elizabeth, who didn't have a clue of what Rachel was up to..
* end flashback *
"When will you be home?" Rachel asked as Elizabeth put on her coat.
"Not until tomorrow, I have a nightshift." Elizabeth replied sad. "Could you make sure Ella takes a bath tonight?"
"Sure." Rachel said. "Not a problem."
Elizabeth left. She knew she'd be covering the ER today. She wasn't too fond of that, she always thought of it as a busy, crowded, smelly place, where Mark used to work. A place Mark devoted his life too; she never got that.
Things had gotten different on the surgical floor since Romano left. Elizabeth had become head of surgery and had gotten much more responsibility by becoming head of surgery. Romano wasn't capable of watching his colleagues perform surgery. He told Elizabeth he felt like he was dying inside, because he couldn't operate anymore. Romano had had an accident and lost his arm. He didn't want it amputated at first, but later when it caught fire, he wanted an amputation. After that it got reattached again. But it never functioned anymore, so he couldn't operate. He left county and moved away to a foreign country.
"Ella, will you please take a bath now?" Rachel said after the tv-show Ella was watching had finished.
"I hate it when mom has a nightshift." Ella said.
"Why?" Rachel asked.
"Because she's gone at night."
"I'm here." Rachel said. "There's some advantages too. First, Elizabeth will be home during the day and at night we sleep so we don't miss her that much. Second, when she has a nightshift you don't have to go to bed early."
"That's right."
"There's only one disadvantage." Rachel said.
"What?" Ella asked.
"I do whatever your mother tells me to do and she told me to make sure you'd take a bath tonight."
"Alright, alright!" Ella said. "I'm gone already."
Rachel smiled. Ella was only 7, but she understood everything. She looked like her father, but acted like her mother. She'd inherited genes from both sides and that was probably the reason why she's such a smart girl. Ella looked adorable. She had her mother's curls and her father's blondish hair. Her father's blue eyes, mother's smile and an adorable little nose which Rachel couldn't place. Her fathers nose was different, so was Elizabeth's. Ella's nose looked more like hers. Ella was also pretty stubborn, another gene she'd inherited from Elizabeth. Rachel loved her little sister and she hoped her future kids would look like Ella. "Raaaachel! Raaaaaaach!" Ella yelled from upstairs.
Rachel walked to the stairs and asked what was wrong. Ella wanted Rachel to come upstairs. Rachel walked the stairs and went to the bathroom. Ella had gotten out of the tub already and held a towel in her hand.
"Will you wipe me?" Ella asked.
"Okay." Rachel said. Ella often asked Rachel to wipe her, because Rachel always told stories about Mark. Rachel didn't say anything, just to see what Ella would do.
"Are you sad?" Ella asked as Rachel kept quiet.
"No, why?" Rachel smiled.
"You're so quiet." Ella said. "Won't you tell me about daddy?"
"What do you want to hear?" Rachel wondered.
"Anything." Ella replied.
"Anything.alright." Rachel said and thought. She didn't know what to tell about Mark. "You're giving me a hard time, El. Oh, I know something. You look like your daddy."
"I've heard that so many times! I want to hear something different." Ella said.
"I don't know what to tell, El. You ask your mother to tell you something, tomorrow. Okay? Maybe she has some stories you've never heard."
"What story?" Ella curiously asked.
"I don't know!" Rachel said. "I haven't spend a lot of time together with Elizabeth and dad. Turn around." Ella turned around and Rachel started to wipe Ella's back. "I was living in St. Louis, when Elizabeth and dad started to live together. Dad died a few months after I'd moved here."
Rachel turned Ella around. "All done."
"Rachel, do you miss him?"
"Sometimes." Rachel said. "Especially on my birthdays or holidays."
"Why?" Ella asked.
"Those were the only days he'd be home. He'd always take a day off on my birthday and he wasn't on call either those days. He worked a lot, El." Rachel said.
"Now get dressed you, monkey!" Rachel teased and Ella run to her bedroom.
"Is it true?" Rachel started as soon as she'd entered Catherine's office.
"What?" Catherine wondered.
"Well.Elizabeth told me something. I don't really believe it. I don't see why Elizabeth would be lying either. I'd just like to hear from you."
"Elizabeth? She told you something about me?" Catherine said, pretending she didn't have a clue of what Rachel was talking about.
"I have no idea what you are talking about. Let's get on with our examination."
"No! I first want to hear." Rachel laughed. "Elizabeth was right, wasn't she? You don't want to know her anymore!"
"Is that what she said?" Catherine started blushing, not obvious, but Rachel could see it.
"Yes." Rachel smiled. "So you do know her?"
"Yes." Catherine replied. "We kissed once or twice, not such a big deal. I liked her, she liked me."
"Ah, Elizabeth didn't get that far. She just mentioned she made a pass at you." Rachel's smile got bigger. "I can't imagine the two of you together, it sounds okay though."
"Can we continue now?" Catherine asked once more.
"Sure." Rachel replied. « Let's continue. »
Elizabeth was sitting outside the office and had just gotten herself a coffee, when Rachel and Catherine were finished.
"Thank you for your help, Rachel." Catherine said.
"You're welcome." Rachel said. "Would you like to come over for diner sometime, so you can give me the last details on the case?"
"I don't think that would be such a great idea." Catherine's eyes slowly turned towards Elizabeth.
Elizabeth who had been watching and hearing the two, was tired of Catherine's behaviour and decided to say something.
"Don't you worry about me, I won't ever make a pass at you again." Elizabeth said and she walked away. She reached the end of the hall and yelled that she'd be inside the car.
"You heard her. It's fine. Please?" Rachel begged.
"Alright." Catherine said. "I'll call you when we have some news, okay?"
"Sure." Rachel said satisfied.
She slowly walked back to the car and said to herself: "You can do it, Rachel. Diner is a great start." She smiled and she happily sat down next to Elizabeth, who didn't have a clue of what Rachel was up to..
* end flashback *
"When will you be home?" Rachel asked as Elizabeth put on her coat.
"Not until tomorrow, I have a nightshift." Elizabeth replied sad. "Could you make sure Ella takes a bath tonight?"
"Sure." Rachel said. "Not a problem."
Elizabeth left. She knew she'd be covering the ER today. She wasn't too fond of that, she always thought of it as a busy, crowded, smelly place, where Mark used to work. A place Mark devoted his life too; she never got that.
Things had gotten different on the surgical floor since Romano left. Elizabeth had become head of surgery and had gotten much more responsibility by becoming head of surgery. Romano wasn't capable of watching his colleagues perform surgery. He told Elizabeth he felt like he was dying inside, because he couldn't operate anymore. Romano had had an accident and lost his arm. He didn't want it amputated at first, but later when it caught fire, he wanted an amputation. After that it got reattached again. But it never functioned anymore, so he couldn't operate. He left county and moved away to a foreign country.
"Ella, will you please take a bath now?" Rachel said after the tv-show Ella was watching had finished.
"I hate it when mom has a nightshift." Ella said.
"Why?" Rachel asked.
"Because she's gone at night."
"I'm here." Rachel said. "There's some advantages too. First, Elizabeth will be home during the day and at night we sleep so we don't miss her that much. Second, when she has a nightshift you don't have to go to bed early."
"That's right."
"There's only one disadvantage." Rachel said.
"What?" Ella asked.
"I do whatever your mother tells me to do and she told me to make sure you'd take a bath tonight."
"Alright, alright!" Ella said. "I'm gone already."
Rachel smiled. Ella was only 7, but she understood everything. She looked like her father, but acted like her mother. She'd inherited genes from both sides and that was probably the reason why she's such a smart girl. Ella looked adorable. She had her mother's curls and her father's blondish hair. Her father's blue eyes, mother's smile and an adorable little nose which Rachel couldn't place. Her fathers nose was different, so was Elizabeth's. Ella's nose looked more like hers. Ella was also pretty stubborn, another gene she'd inherited from Elizabeth. Rachel loved her little sister and she hoped her future kids would look like Ella. "Raaaachel! Raaaaaaach!" Ella yelled from upstairs.
Rachel walked to the stairs and asked what was wrong. Ella wanted Rachel to come upstairs. Rachel walked the stairs and went to the bathroom. Ella had gotten out of the tub already and held a towel in her hand.
"Will you wipe me?" Ella asked.
"Okay." Rachel said. Ella often asked Rachel to wipe her, because Rachel always told stories about Mark. Rachel didn't say anything, just to see what Ella would do.
"Are you sad?" Ella asked as Rachel kept quiet.
"No, why?" Rachel smiled.
"You're so quiet." Ella said. "Won't you tell me about daddy?"
"What do you want to hear?" Rachel wondered.
"Anything." Ella replied.
"Anything.alright." Rachel said and thought. She didn't know what to tell about Mark. "You're giving me a hard time, El. Oh, I know something. You look like your daddy."
"I've heard that so many times! I want to hear something different." Ella said.
"I don't know what to tell, El. You ask your mother to tell you something, tomorrow. Okay? Maybe she has some stories you've never heard."
"What story?" Ella curiously asked.
"I don't know!" Rachel said. "I haven't spend a lot of time together with Elizabeth and dad. Turn around." Ella turned around and Rachel started to wipe Ella's back. "I was living in St. Louis, when Elizabeth and dad started to live together. Dad died a few months after I'd moved here."
Rachel turned Ella around. "All done."
"Rachel, do you miss him?"
"Sometimes." Rachel said. "Especially on my birthdays or holidays."
"Why?" Ella asked.
"Those were the only days he'd be home. He'd always take a day off on my birthday and he wasn't on call either those days. He worked a lot, El." Rachel said.
"Now get dressed you, monkey!" Rachel teased and Ella run to her bedroom.
