"…I mean, I know that I told her to go out and get a life... but with a medic? Honestly. A paramedic! They're just wannabe doctors; they're even worse than dentists!" I ranted as I absently exchanged work items for home items in my locker. I glanced over my shoulder hoping to get some back up on my argument but instead found Rick and Catherine looking at each other with knowing smiles. "What?" I demanded turning around to face them completely. I waved my finger between the two a few times, "What's that look about?"

"It's just funny," I place my hands on my hips, not liking Rick's beginning. "Sorry, I didn't mean funny," he amended quickly as he took in my stance. "It's weird. It's weird how you develop this sudden distaste for paramedics right around the time that Sara begins to date one."

"Hey, she isn't dating him," I snapped quickly.

"Not yet," Catherine replied just as fast. "Nick, this is an easy fix. Just ask her out yourself and then she won't even start dating Hank."

"What kind of a name is Hank anyway?" I became sidetracked and I turned around to finish my task in my locker.

"There's nothing wrong with his name, ya big baby," Rick turned back to his own locker rolling his eyes. I chose to ignore his comment and continued on.

"Someone should probably warn her, I don't like the looks of him."

"I think he looked just fine," Catherine replied in a sultry voice. Rick laughed in response; I suddenly wish that looks could kill.

"Fine, don't take me seriously." I slammed my locker shut. "But mark my words, this guy is no good. She shouldn't be with him. She should be wit--"

"You?" Rick interrupted. I could feel a blush creep up and infuse my cheeks.

"I wasn't going to say that," I wouldn't have been so blunt, "but now that you mention it…" I offered a modest shrug. Catherine let out a throaty chuckle.

"You're pathetic," she replied shaking her head.

"Hey guys," Sara's voice echoed around the room as she appeared through the swinging locker room doors. In a chorus of greetings, the three of us responded. I put on my jacket and casually made my way to the door, hoping to escape before Catherine or Rick said anything to her about my recent rants.

"So Sara, got any plans today?" Catherine asked while eyeing me looking very amused. I stopped and waited for her response with baited breath.

"Don't I wish," she spoke wistfully. I felt the beginnings of a smile on my face.

"Want to grab some breakfast then?" Rick asked.

"Nah, I think I'm going to head home. I'm just going to take a long, lemony shower to get rid of this stench and then go to bed," she said with a sigh. I let out a long breath of my own as I tried to focus on what she was saying rather than the image her words had placed in my head. "You probably wouldn't want to eat with me anyway, no one else has today…" she whispered her conclusion.

"What do you mean?" Rick asked immediately. I shifted my weight nervously.

Sara blushed and glanced over at me quickly before responding to Rick. "Oh, I was asked out by an ESD guy today..." she trailed off.

"So Nicky's been telling us." Catherine replied smirking. I visibly winced and felt the blood rushing to my head to paint my face tomato red. Sara turned to me curiously.

"What have you been saying?" her tone was light and teasing.

"Well, you know, we were actually talking more about paramedics in general..." I fumbled, "Anyway, I need to go and get some lemons of my own. I'll see you guys tonight." I shot out of the locker room and down the hall as fast as I could without it turning into a full out run. Catherine is so dead later.

A/N: Just in case someone out there was offended by the dentist remark, I'm terribly sorry. I have the utmost respect for dentists, especially since my father's one. It was an inside joke. Nothing meant by it.