Part 6

"Will you stop fidgeting," Chrissie squealed as she was squished by Connie's hung over form rolling on the tough mattress.

"I'm not moving it's you," Connie retorted icily, shifting about uncomfortably.

"Urrrgh why you ever began this whole mess by confiscating those toys is beyond me," Chrissie huffed, squirming as much as she physically could.

"Oi," Connie moaned as he head got shifted in the process, its delicate state making itself clear.

"It's not my fault you got paralytic last night,"

"I wasn't that bad," Connie protested vehemently.

"Try telling Zubin that, he was the one kind enough to hunt you down and put you to bed," Chrissie scowled as fresh air from the open window scattered across her back.

"Donna what the hell is going on," Mickie whispered, leaning against the cold, damp radiator so as to get a better view of her mate sat on the disgusting bathroom floor.

"I have no idea but if it is that little creep I'm giving him a piece of my mind," Donna spat, blowing her fringe of her sticky face.

"You don't mean it," Mickie replied, attempting to quell her own fury at being woken up before dawn in such an uncompromising position.

"Yes I do, now where is that creep, ARCHIE!" Donnie yelled, sending a shiver throughout the rickety house in its wake.

"Jesus what was that," Ric groaned as he stirred back to the land of the living

"I'd suggest Donna," Zubin shrugged uneasily, "though to me it doesn't sound like a high pitched trill reverberating round painfully," he smirked nonchalantly

"Leave it out," Ric grumbled, attempting to move his arms to his throbbing temples, "What the hell,"

"I think our mate Archie's played a trick on us," Zubin told him gleefully, having been drawn into the idea of the games being played before them.

"You don't say. Urrrgh this is all I need, you didn't happen to have packed any aspirin," Ric asked hopefully, shifting his head slowly towards Zubin's.

"Not that I can reach," Zubin told him remorsefully, feigning the slight pitying feeling rising inside him.

"Great, so how long till we get untied, this is ridiculous, we're grown adults," Ric protested, slowly lifting his head to survey the rest of the room.

"Clearly our Chief Executive has other ideas, he's probably cooked this up with our astute housekeeper," Zubin retorted coolly.

"Hmmph, its pointless, we all know how to behave it's a matter of putting it into practice,"

"Difference of opinion there mate, I'm not the one with the eye on his wife,"

"Leave that out," Ric protested, "you and Jess are hardly couple of the year,"

"But I'm not sleeping with enemy,"

"She's hardly the enemy, she's intriguing and in need of some attention, she most certainly isn't the witch you make her out to be," Ric sighed

"You're under her spell," Zubin shook his head abruptly

"Excuse me," Ric retorted loudly, scaring himself with his tone, let alone the others down the corridor.

"Sounds like someone else has a sore head too," Chrissie smirked lightly.

"Just because we were trying to enjoy ourselves doesn't mean you get to revel in it now," Connie protested.

"Your problem, just one question how would Michael take to finding you like this next morning," Chrissie bit her lip before going any further.

"It depends on what I've been up to and what he's been up to!" Connie dismissed coolly.

"Meaning,"

"That if he's been with his bit on the side then he's got no leg to stand on,"

"And if you've been playing away," Chrissie asked tentatively

"I wouldn't be so stupid enough to turn up wasted, or not bother to cover it up," Connie shrugged, finding their close proximity to her advantage, intimidation at this level tripled the effect.

"So what you two discuss these, flings,"

"Naturally, whole point of the exercise, though I may say you weren't that highly ranked," Connie smiled contentedly, she'd been wandering round the wards for the past few weeks with the knowledge that Chrissie really hadn't been as good as she had made out to be.

"So why did he come back for second helpings then," Chrissie retorted, uneasy with Connie so close.

"Because he thought he'd go along with the game"

"Owen was a better bet, so come on is Michael top of your list then,"

"Hardly, he may pride himself on it but he's really not that accomplished," Connie smirked.

"So who is then," Chrissie asked sharply, curious to know.

"Ric," Connie said placidly, shrugging it off like asking about the weather. As they finished talking the door creaked open slightly revealing an oddly dressed woman, swishing her tie-dye headscarf round manically, tutting as she did so.

"See what a bit of bonding does for you," Delilah smiled keenly, " I'm your instructor for the weekend, sorry about the delay,"

"Can you get Archie to untie us then," Connie questioned irritably.

"It's my doing and I won't untie you both till you kiss and make up," Delilah yelped, moving over to close the window.

"No, no, no absolutely not," Chrissie squirmed, looking at Connie's glistening eye's.

"Oh yes you will, come on just a little kiss on the cheek will do," Delilah watched as they squirmed about in anxious protest before Connie sank her lips on Chrissie's cheek brushing for an instant. "See now it's really not that bad," the older woman told them smugly, undoing the handcuffs before swiftly leaving the room.