You're glad it's almost the end of another shift. Monday, that's almost Wednesday. You sit down in the locker room. It's quiet here-no electronic beeping, no shouting, none of Greg's loud rock music. You close your eyes and lean against the locker doors. When you open your eyes you see Nick, right in front of you. You jump.

"Oh, I didn't mean to startle you," he apologises.

"You didn't," you lie. "I just didn't realise you were so close."

"Come on," Nick says suddenly. "Let's escape."

"Huh?" you say.

"I've had enough," he says, "and by the look of things, so have you."

"No." You instantly refuse. "I've got to get back to my work."

"It'll still be here when we get back," Nick says, "No one else will touch it. Come on, when's the last time you had a little bit of time just for you?"

"Fine," you say, and push yourself up off the bench, "where are we going?"

"Same as Wednesdays," he says.

At first you're a bit worried to just walk out, without telling anyone. But as soon as you get out, you smile a little bit. Nick grins in reply. You realise how ridiculous you both must look, just grinning away, and you start laughing. After a second, Nick starts to laugh a little as well. You stop outside the diner to breathe and Nick looks at you.

"What were we laughing at anyway?" he asks.

"Us," you reply.

You see him roll his eyes.

He agrees to breakfast the next morning as well. Well, he agrees. You try to refuse but he just ignores you, of course.

"Sara," Nick calls through the door in a sing-song voice.

"What?" you snap at him.

"Put your stuff down, you need a break," he says. "Remember?"

"I've just got this little bit to go," you argue.

"And after that, you'll just want to do this, then that," he retorts, "Come on, you need a coffee."

"Why can't you just make me one here then?" you ask him, enjoying this argument.

He doesn't answer, he just walks over to you and pulls your arm.

"Hey!" you exclaim, as you try to anchor yourself to the table.

He pokes you in the ribs, and you jump. Nick grabs your arms and pulls you out the door. By then you're both laughing and everyone else is watching you.

"I need to get my bag," you say between laughs.

"It's on me," he says.

"No," you argue, pushing your heels into the ground.

"Uh-uh," he says, laughing and pulling you along.

"Just let me get my stuff," you say, yanking him in the opposite direction.

"Fine, fine," he says. "But I'm still paying."

You roll your eyes. You're not about to go out on a date; you don't need to him to act the gentleman.

You get to the front door. "Race?" he asks you.

"You want to lose?" you ask, as you start running.

Nick beats you, but not by much. So much for the gentleman, you think to yourself, a real gentleman would have let me win.

"Whaddya want?" Nick asks.

"Coffee," you say.

"Yeah, but what else?" he asks impatiently.

"Nothing," you say.

"Pancakes it is then," he says, grinning.

"Nick!" you exclaim, but he just ignores you, so you go and sit down at your favourite seat by the window.

You see Nick looking for you, and eventually he sits down opposite you.

"I knew you'd be here," he says.

"Then why didn't you come here first?" you counter him.

He throws up his hands. "I can't win, can I?" he asks.

"Nope," you say smiling. You turn and look out the window.

Nick is quiet for a few moments.

Then, "Aha!" he exclaims, "I've worked out why you like this seat!"

"What's your theory then?" you ask him.

"It goes like this," he explains, "you sit opposite to me so you can admire my beauty, and then when you look out the window, you realise just how handsome I am compared to the rest of the world," he finishes

You throw a paper napkin at him, but he just laughs. "I'll give you an F," you say.

"Okay, what's your reason then? Do you just like watching the world go by?" he asks.

You shake your head. "No," you say, "I look out the window to remind myself that not everyone ends up on Doc Robbin's table."

He nods, understanding perfectly.

Breakfast with him becomes a regular event. Sometimes you discuss the cases you're working on. Sometimes not. It's nice to have someone you can talk with so easily. Someone you can trust. Even if you're not talking, it's nice just to eat in comfortable silence and know that you don't have to talk. You've missed having someone like him to confide in.