She knocked on the door frame as she walked to find him with his legs propped up on the desk and a tumbler of scotch in hand. "Tsk tsk tsk, drinking on the job."
"Going to report that?" He asked, a little bit of light in his eyes.
"Only if you don't give me a glass." He grinned and removed the other tumbler, pouring out a generous measure for her. "It's not bourbon, but it is whiskey." She said, raising her glass to clink with his.
"So what brings you here?" He asked, and she shrugged. For some reason, she felt more nervous than ever, and she had no clue why. She shouldn't be this nervous. It was nothing, it was just Garret, and this was a positive move. But she still had a nervous feeling in her chest, and her palms were awfully damn.
She might as well just get it over with. "I, uh, I felt like talking." He smirked that sexy smirk that she wanted to wipe off of his face.
"Oh, really, about what?" She swallowed hard, trying to will the tightness in her chest away, it was just nerves, but she had nothing to be nervous about. Nothing at all.
"Well, about us." She said, and found the pain to be getting worse, not better, it was harder to breathe. She took a deep breath and tried to forget about it.
"What about us?" He asked and she shrugged, fighting a wince at the pain. It couldn't be a heart attack, she knew that much, the pain was on the right. It's just nerves, that's all it was, but she had no reason to be nervous. Relax, it's nothing. She kept repeating that over and over again to herself. He was just another guy.
Nothing to be so nervous about, nothing at all. "Well, the past week has been driving me nuts, all I could think about is, well, you, screw diving headfirst into the shallow end." He smirked again, and she walked around the desk to sit on his lap.
"Really?" He questioned, looking quite sexy with that smug look on his face.
"Really." She said, kissing him passionately. She thought it was the kiss that littearlly swept her off her feet as she fell back against the floor.
"Vicky?" He could hear the concern in his voice, the concern bordering on panic. She coughed, painfully, grimacing as she realized what exactly was going on. Nerves were not it. She should have noticed the symptoms. She should have been paying attention.
She was a textbook case, she should have noticed it long ago, when she first started showing symptoms. They'd been there for almost an hour, she had first started feeling the pain in Renee's office, but she had put it out of her mind. "I think-" She said, fighting down a deep breath, "-I think I need a doctor." She said, resting her head against him, trying to focus herself on breathing in and out