It had been a long and extremely tiresome day for Michael, saving two patients and losing another three. He'd barely stopped to breathe, never mind contemplating the morals of his life. Slamming the blonde oak wood door he felt a satisfactory release of anger flooding through its woody centre. Striding forcefully over to the desk he hurled himself into the chair with frustrated gusto. Closing his eyes in attempt at making the day disappear his disappointment was evident; he ignored the pile of files sat on his desk and took the short trip to pour himself a whisky.
They had been sharing an amusing communal lunch hour together, lost between operations and lack of needy patients. Entertainment today had taken an odd form.
"I wonder what that does" Diane giggled, lifting a suspect looking dildo from the black velvet bag.
"Oh come on Diane, you're not that innocent," Connie smirked lightly, the fact she knew the reasoning for most of the items in front of them.
"This does look intriguing," Ric stammered through profuse giggling, lifting up something of the pink fluffy metal variety, "now where have I seen these before," he smiled before catching Lola's furious gaze. Dropping his head he placed the item back on the table
"These may come in useful," Zubin quipped lifting up a rather more mechanical object from the table, switching the motor on and reeling at the shock of its petulant flicking sensation.
"And why would you need that," Ric retorted defensively.
"No reason," Zubin smiled in return.
"This really isn't a good idea," Mickie sighed, leaning back into the sofa.
"Come on Miss Hendrie, the patient shouldn't have had these it was a health risk," Connie protested watching something vibrate across the coffee table, nearly knocking over a mug of scalding coffee.
"Careful Mrs B," Chrissie retorted coldly.
"Not enjoying this are we?" Connie smirked, " I thought you of all people would be most apt at the art of, um using these," the uproar of laughter from the room backed up her queen of the pack status.
"Actually I find I don't need to use these objects," Chrissie protested, "and, for that matter, neither does your husband,"
"Pardon?" Connie replied stonily, taking the look of death to another level.
"Children, children please," Ric called out as Donna grasped another item from the bag, producing a set bindings and a whip.
"Now that I do like the look of," Chrissie smiled, relaxing into a more familiar element.
"I really, really, don't want to know," Connie said sharply
"Oh I do," Donna said mid lash of the whip, the yelp of pain as it came crashing down on Zubin thigh ringing out. "Ooops sorry prof," she smirked, instinctively rubbing the affected area.
"It's… Ok…. Donna," Zubin squeaked.
"I'm always curious at to what they use these things for," Donna continued, lying the offending article down on the table.
"You haven't…." Chrissie teased, mocking a distasteful look on her face.
"What, I'm only young," Donna protested.
"And showing it," Connie smiled, "truth or dare"
"Oh. Dear. God," Ric groaned
"This could prove interesting" Zubin smirked, "and stone cold sober" he added rubbing his hands intently.
"You first then Connie, truth or dare," Chrissie pronounced, watching her boss' intent face squirm in protest.
"Dare," Connie sighed eventually, glancing round the group, attempting to read their minds.
After a momentary pause and mild conferring Chrissie stuck a plastic smile on her face and picked up one of the 'toys' "Now I know who'd enjoy this" she stated with a mischievous smirk
Returning to his desk Michael relaxed back into his chair, gazing into the amber liquid with ferocious intensity, as the last drop hit his lips he manoeuvred back round to his desk, examining its rather odd appearance, the files were stacked as usual, parted slightly in the middle, concealing an oddly shaped shadow behind. Reaching to pick it up he almost dropped it with disgust as he felt the soft rubber and plastic combination. "WHAT THE HELL" were his first words, then followed by brisk walk to the nurses station demanding all staff be gathered in the staff room as soon as was possible.
Lined up like children in front of the headmaster Diane, Ric, Connie, Chrissie, Zubin, Donna, Mickie and various other staff members were doing their utmost to conceal their guilt through nervous chatter as Michael paced the floor waiting for the stragglers to appear.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, it, it would appear that, this item was maliciously placed in my office at some point during the day," Michael stammered, bashfully holding up the item to the bemusement of various staff members unaware of the folly of activity earlier in the day.
"It's only a vibrator" Connie smirked, enjoying the whole scenario more than he clearly was.
"It's the insinuation that accompanies it that I am most aggrieved at," Michael continued, "no one and I mean no one leaves this room until someone has claimed responsibility for this".
"You know, sweetheart, it sort of reminds me of someone" Connie glanced towards his crotch with mock innocence and Chrissie stifled a snigger of agreement
"Connie, that is entirely inappropriate," Michael spat spotting Chrissie mocking amusement in the corner of his eye.
"Mr Beauchamp you can't do that, there are a thousand and one people in this place, you can't just load the blame on us," Donna protested glancing dirty looks at the guilty group surrounding her.
"Okay Nurse Jackson, as I suspect someone from this shift is responsible, the rest of you can clear off," Watching as the rest of the group shuffled out of the room he was left with the all to familiar faces in front of him.
"We didn't do it" Donna protested indignantly 'you can't prove anything... not that we did it' she added with an air of belligerence that Michael merely laughed at
"I think you've just proven your own guilt Miss Jackson. As for the rest of you I… well I'm disappointed that we've been reduced to such infantile behavior,"
"I never knew infants knew how to use those," Ric added with a wicked smile
"Mr. Griffin, this is hardly the point" Michael snapped irritably as various people sniggered at his anger
"It's what's known as a joke Michael. Its customary to laugh," Zubin jumped in, proving the best at concealing his own amusement while several other members of staff howled with laughter.
"Michael, laugh come off it," Connie added, sending her husband even further into his self-dug hole.
'This behavior cannot continue' Michael stated firmly as several people continued to ignore him.
"So what do you suggest, oh mature one" Connie snorted quietly and made another suggestive gesture in the direction of his crotch that made Chrissie laugh and Michael blush
"That you all get sent on a sex education refresher course as you all seem to be incompetent and unprofessional people, intent on behaving like a bunch of teenagers, and I will, I repeat WILL get to the bottom of this whole fiasco" Michael sighed.
"I think you already have reached the bottom, boss," Diane told him smugly, wavering her gaze towards his retreating backside.
"Just one question Sir," Connie asked as he was about to slam the door, "will you be accompanying us as teacher and great master"
"No" Michael's voices wafted back as the door slammed behind him, separating him from his laughing colleagues