Neela looked at Ray. "Fine. Let me get a suture kit and I'll meet you in Exam 4."

Ray nodded. When he entered the Exam room, he grabbed a hospital gown. He looked up at Neela. "It's not funny, Neela."

Neela took out a needle. "Never said it was."

"Really? Is that why you and Abby and Sam were laughing in the lounge?"

Neela looked at Ray. "Well, there is some humor in it, Ray. Even you have to admit that."

Ray smiled. "Right. Humor." He reached to his left and whipped open the hospital gown. "Listen, Neela. If I'm going to see one of these fall off a naked woman, I'd rather she be young and beautiful. OUCH! That's my hand!"

Neela pulled the needle out. "Sorry."

"Just watch it, okay? I do need this hand to play guitar."

Sam came in. "Need any help?"

"I've got it. Thanks, Sam." Neela replied. "Next time, Ray, don't slam a mug down so hard you break it in your hand."

"Next time, don't say anything you know will make me get you back." He looked at her. Neela wanted to say something, but his eyes were angrier than she had ever seen them. "And, I will get you back." He leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You can count on it."

The next couple of days, Neela looked over her shoulder, waiting for Ray to get her back. "Shit!" She screamed as Pratt slammed a chart down. "Don't ever do that again, Pratt."

"What? All I did was place this chart down."

"You slammed it." Neela argued.

"Whatever." Pratt sighed. "Anyone seen Ray? He was supposed to be here a half hour ago." He looked at Neela.

"Don't ask me." Neela picked up a chart.

"Sure. Don't ask his ROOMMATE!" Pratt yelled at her. "AH! Barnett!" He quipped as Ray strolled in the door. "Where you been, man?"

Ray looked over at Neela and grinned. "I overslept. Sorry, man."

Neela looked around nervously. He's going to get me today. I just know it! She thought as she made her way to Exam 1. "Let's see here. Mrs. Johns…oh, bloody hell." She looked at the elderly lady sitting on the bed.

"Where's the hot doc?" She frowned at Neela.

"Who? Luka?"

"No, honey. The one that treated me the other day." She rolled her eyes at Neela.

"Right. Dr. Barnett. He's just come in. Let me get him for you." Neela smiled, knowing Ray couldn't get her back if Mrs. Johnston had him occupied. "Ray. Your favorite patient's here." She sang. She made her way to the Admin Desk. "Ray?" She looked around and couldn't find him. "Luka, have you seen Ray?"

Luka hid a grin. "I haven't."

"Abby?"

"Sorry, Neela."

"Pratt?"

"Nah."

"He was just here. I saw him and heard him say he overslept." Neela looked around. "He's got to be here." She started walking around the ER. "Ray!" She checked the exam and trauma rooms, but couldn't find him. "RAY!" She looked in the Staff Lounge.

Clemente heard her yelling. "What's wrong, Neela?"

"Ray's gone." There was a franticness in her voice. "I heard him come in and now he's gone." She put her hand to her head. "Oh, God! I'm losing it, Clemente. Maybe I'm so afraid of Ray's revenge, that I…"

Jerry popped around the corner. "Neela, there's a patient here for you."

"Not now, Jerry. I need to find Ray."

"Ray's in the men's room." Jerry laughed.

"Well, Mrs. Johnston's here again, asking for him." Neela handed Jerry the chart. "When he decides to bless the ER with his presence again, please let him know she's waiting." Neela walked to the desk. "So, Jerry, where's this patient asking for me?"

Jerry handed her a chart. "His name's Danesh."

"Thanks, Jerry."

"Welcome, Neela." Jerry smiled.

"Mr. Danesh?" Neela sighed a heavy sigh when she saw an elderly man stand up. "Right this way, Mr. Danesh." She led him to Exam 3. "So, Mr. Danesh, what seems to be the problem?"

"I cut my hand." He slurred. "I don't know how I managed to."

"Right. Let's see what we can do." She turned around to get a suture kit and felt a pinch on her ass. "Mr. Danesh!"

"That's a nice ass you have." He grinned a gap-toothed grin at her. "Wonder if the rest of you is just as nice." He stood up and cornered Neela. His hands traced her face. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. "What a tasty morsel you be."

"Mr. Danesh, I object to this." Neela tried to move past him, but he grabbed her shoulders. "Mr. Danesh, this is against policy."

"Fuck the policy." He pulled her close and kissed her.

Clemente entered the room. "HEY!" He yelled and pulled the drunk man off Neela. "GET OUT!" He punched the man in the jaw and threw him out. "Next time you need a doctor, don't come here!"

"FUCK YOU!" The drunk man yelled as he left.

"Neela, you okay?" He reached out to the crying young lady. "It's okay. We'll get him."

"I want to go home." Neela cried.

"Go. Gather your composure. But, your shift starts tomorrow at three, so be here, okay?" Clemente stroked her hair.

Neela went to the desk and put the chart down and left.

Ray found the apartment dark, except for a dim light from Neela's room. "Neela?" He quietly opened her door. "Neela?" He saw her spread out on her bed. "Hey." He whispered as he sat on the edge. "You okay?"

A nearly drunk Neela looked at Ray. "God, Ray. I'm sorry. You're right. It's not funny."

Ray softly stroked her hair. "What happened?"

She dug her face in his chest and cried. "Mr. Danesh! He kiss…kiss…kissed me!"

Ray smothered a smile. "I'm sorry, Neela."

"What for?" She looked up at him.

"That you had to endure that."

"I don't know what he would have done if Clemente hadn't come in."

Ray rubbed his jaw. "Clemente?"

"Yeah. He threw the guy out." Neela sobbed hard into Ray's chest. "When I heard the door open, I was hoping it was you, but you weren't there."

"No, I had a patient on the fourth floor to go see. I wish I had been there." Ray hid his smirk. Payback's a bitch, ain't it, Neela? He thought as he held her.