"Alright, Morris. I'm off." Ray handed Morris the chart he had been working on.

"Kissing up to the new attending?" Morris checked the chart over.

"And you're jealous because I got to her first." Ray laughed.

"Hang on!" Morris handed the chart back to Ray. "You forgot something."

"What?" Ray looked the chart over.

The chart was taken out of his hands. "Looks like he didn't miss a damn thing to me, Morris." Kate tossed the chart back at him. "Maybe you should go get your eyes checked." She smiled up at Ray. "Ready?"

"Um, yeah." Ray adjusted his pack. "Where do you want to go?"

Kate smiled. "I'm new here, remember? You pick."

"Alright." Ray stopped outside the sliding doors and thought a moment. "I have an idea. Come on."

"So, tell me, Ray, why'd you become a doctor?"

"Why?"

"Well, most doctors don't usually have gelled hair, black nails, band shirts and jeans and looking as though they didn't care to shave that morning."

"Kerry called me out on that. She said that I…"

"Never mind what Kerry said. She's like everyone else: old fashioned." She smiled up at him. "So why'd you become a doctor?"

"Always wanted to be one. And then I've this band I was in and it was one or the other and when I accidentally resigned to go with my band for a recording session, I spent the rest of the night agonizing. Fortunately, my former band mates saw that and in essence, kicked me out." Ray smiled. "Can't say I hate them for that. What about you? Why'd you become a doctor?"

"Sort of fell into it." Kate sighed. "I didn't really want to be one. I wanted to be a nurse first. But, when my sister became a doctor, I found myself intrigued by what she did. I wanted to follow suit and have never regretted it."

"So, you're the new attending. Should I start dressing like Morris? You know…in a suit and tie?"

"You do and I'll fire your ass." Kate laughed. "It's time that the world grew up a little, you know? You don't have to wear a suit and tie to be a good doctor. I've seen that today. Morris is in his tie and he knows shit. You…well, you're in your jeans and Stones shirt and you know most everything there is about being a doctor. You have the bedside manner of Mother Theresa. The patients seem to respond to you and that's what being a doctor is about. Not just looking the part and trying to save them all; it's about earning their respect so that you can do your job of helping them."

"Could you tell Kerry that?" Ray opened the door. "Here we are. Good old Jakes."

"Wow. A real roach diner." Kate smiled.

"It's all I can afford."

Kate turned around and faced him. "Hmm…how about I pay for it? Take you somewhere nice?"

Ray wanted to say yes, but he couldn't. "I'm not dressed for someplace 'nice'." He smiled.

"Okay…how about we buy some groceries and I cook dinner?" Kate twisted her hair in her fingers.

Ray grinned and looked around. "You don't like roaches? Full of protein."

Kate smiled. "Oh, alright. I suppose. But, in all fairness, I did ask you."

"In a roundabout way." Ray led her to a booth.

"Hey, Ray. Usual?" A pretty blonde waitress made her way to the booth.

"Thanks, Shell."

"And you, hon?"

Kate looked around. "Whatever he's having is fine with me."

Ray looked at her. "You don't strike me…"

"Strike you as what?" Kate took off her coat.

Ray was mesmerized. What is it about her? I can't seem to put my finger on it. Dammit, Ray! What if she wanted to cook dinner at her place? Shit. I could have…"Nothing." He gulped.

"Ah. You don't think I can handle my drinks, do you?" Kate leaned across the table, her shirt riding a little low.

"Well," Ray coughed. He couldn't take his eyes off of her shirt. "No, it's…"

Kate laughed. "Suddenly, a loss for words. All day, you've had words and now…what's the matter?" She leaned back as Shell placed the rum and coke in front of them. Ray watched in disbelief as she took a long sip of it. "You okay? You look…"

"I'm fine. I, uh, didn't peg you as a rum and coke girl."

"Most people think I'm high maintenance. I'm sure you thought that too." Kate looked out the window and saw it snowing. She smiled. "Warms you up on a night like this."

Ray looked outside. "Tell you what. How about I take you up on your offer to cook?"

Kate snapped her head back at him. "Really?"

"Yeah. I was just thinking it has been a while since I've had a good home cooked meal." He smiled and seemingly slammed his rum and coke. He stood up. "Ready?"

She finished hers off and stood up. "You bet." She gave paid Shell. "Thanks for your help, Shell." She smiled. "Keep the change."

"Thanks." Shell held the $50 bill in her hand. She didn't know if the lady with Ray had intended to give her that, so she reached for Kate's arm. "I don't know if you intended to give me this or not, but…"

"Yeah. I did."

"You're a generous tipper." Shell smiled, looking at Kate.

"You're a great waitress."

"Thanks." Shell didn't know how to take that. Did she mean that as an insult or…?

Ray laughed as Kate hit the ground. "Looks like you can't handle your rum and coke after all." He helped her up.

"Yeah? So?" Kate's indignant response made Ray smile. "Gotta keep up with the boys." She winked.

"Are you sure you can cook?"

Kate smiled. Seemingly, in one second, she sobered up. "Yes, I can still cook and I can hold my rum and coke. In fact," She looked up at him. "I'll bet you I can drink you under the table."

Ray smiled. "You're on."

"Fine. Now, what is it you what for dinner?" She asked as they passed a little family owned grocery store.

"Whatever you feel like cooking." Ray opened the door for her.

Ray looked around the box filled apartment. It was a nice apartment. Certainly nicer than the one he had. He looked out her living room window and saw Chicago's Skyline twinkling in the night. "Enjoy the view?" Kate's voice next to him scared him.

"It is nice." He took the cup of coffee she handed him. "How do you afford it?"

"Does it matter?" She stood next to him, looking out the window.

Ray looked down at her. "If you don't mind me saying so, you're quite beautiful."

Kate smiled as she looked up at him. "Thanks." She felt the flush rush to her cheeks. "You know, Ray. All day there has been this odd sense I've known you forever."

"Really?" Ray was now intrigued. "How so?"

"For starters, you're here. I never invite men I've just met up to my place. You can ask Kerry on that one. And…I don't know…it just feels like I knew you in a past life or something."

Ray stared out the window again. "I know what you mean."