Ray sipped his coffee. It had been a pretty tough day. Fuck. Hard past couple of weeks. He saw Carter smiling at him, shaking his head. "What?"

"You and that pout." Carter laughed.

"Oh, God. Here we go again." Ray sighed.

"What? They giving you a hard time at work about it?" Carter stopped laughing, but not smiling.

"Yeah. Apparently, I use it to get people to do what I want." Ray looked outside. Chicago was lit up by the streetlights and Ray found himself missing seeing the stars.

"Well, you do." Carter leaned forward. "I remember just before I left, you had pouted and gotten Abby to take a very difficult patient off your hands. She had the time of her life trying to get that kid to sit still." Carter wanted to laugh at the memory, but found Ray not smiling. "Talk to me, Barnett." Carter leaned back.

"This widow lady comes in after a fall and she came in nearly every day after that. For the past two weeks, she came in nearly every day, only wanting to see me. She says she has no family." Ray looked at Carter. "She's very lonely and hornier than anyone I've ever met."

"Even you?" Carter smirked.

Ray smirked back. "Yeah. She was hornier than I've ever been. I tried to get her to leave me alone, right? She kissed me, slapped my ass. I'm sure that if she could have found a way, she would have had me naked somehow." He noticed Carter laughing. "What?"

"Mrs. Johnston?"

Ray looked at Carter, shocked. "Yeah. Why?"

"About five years ago, she had been in an MVA and I was the doctor that had the opportunity to take care of her. Well, I remember her calling me a piece of tasty meat." Carter leaned in. "The thing that struck me about her most was her style of dress. Not many seventy-two year old women like to dress that provocatively." Suddenly Carter started laughing. "I was taking her BP and I felt her grab me."

"Shit. You're kidding?" Ray tried to hide his smile.

"Go ahead and laugh. It's funny now. It wasn't then, but it sure as hell is now. She has her hand in my pants and Malucci walks in and he is oblivious to what she's doing. He turns around, sees her hand in my pants and sees me trying to be professional while trying to free myself from her grip. Malucci leans in and says something I've forgotten and he's so distracted by laughing at me, he doesn't realise that her hand is now moving towards him. Suddenly, Malucci yelps in soprano. She has the death grip on him and she's smiling and staring at him. I'm trying to maintain my cool, but it was hard. Malucci, ever the tough guy trouble maker, walks out and doesn't come back for two weeks." He looked at Ray. "She would do things like that. While we did what we could to contain it, we realised that we had to deal with her. Susan and Deb wouldn't continue to see her. She would try to grab their breasts."

"Yet, she hit Sam and talked evilly to Neela."

"I heard. Neela told me everything." Carter sipped his coffee. "So, what she die of?"

"Seizure."

"From?"

"That's the thing. I don't know. I called for Luka and he and Sam took over and Neela took me into the lounge to talk." Ray leaned his head back and covered his face with his hands.

"Next time a horny drunk woman comes in, give her to Morris." Carter smiled.

Ray looked at Carter and smiled while he pouted. "I'm treating no more women, I'll tell you that."

"Switching sides?"

Ray blew a playful kiss at Carter. "I'll start with you." Ray sat up straight. "Seriously. I think I'm going to take some sort of break from treating women for a while."

"You'll get over it when the first curvy gorgeous woman walks in, complaining of a hurt leg." Carter smiled as he sipped his coffee.

Neela heard Ray open the door. "You okay?" She asked as he walked in the kitchen.

"Yeah. Apparently, I'm not the only one Mrs. Johnston had a thing for. She fancied Carter as well." Ray smiled at her.

"NO!" She popped a strawberry in her mouth. "Are you kidding?"

He sat down at the table. "No. Apparently, she gave him quite the, uh, hard time."

Neela sat across from Ray. "NO! Our Mrs. Johnston?"

"Yeah. Apparently, after her husband died twenty years ago, she decided to start going after young doctors. I don't think Carter ever knew why, but she apparently had her eyes on him and Dr. Malucci. Or should I say her HANDS on them." Ray's eyes now sparkled.

"Why did he come back?" Neela chewed another strawberry.

"It was time for him to come home, he said. He kinda felt he was needed here." Ray watched her pick up another strawberry. Shit. She even makes eating strawberries sexy. "Fuck, Neela."

She looked at him, eyes wide. "What?"

"Will you stop eating the strawberries like that?" Ray adjusted himself in the seat.

Neela smiled. "Want one?" She held one out to him.

Ray stood up. "Nope. Watching you eat strawberries that way, I think I want a cold shower instead." He stood up and jumped in the shower.