Chapter VI: Jealousy Will Drive You Mad!

A/N: Chapter is somewhat of a tag to the episode with the cyanide gas incident. Russian is bolded and from Google Translate. I've been sick so the format of the chapter may seem a little off. Will one of them finally get a clue?

Iain walked into the gym, several of the guys from both his squad at 51 and his uncle's squad were moving gingerly and massaging multiple bruises. Ruzek called out, "Byrne, you need to deal with your cousin. The boss is with her right now, she's beating the hell out of everyone."

"That means one of three people pissed her off," Iain replied.

"Your cousin speaks excellent Russian. What she's saying on the other hand... We can tell she definitely paid attention in anatomy class," Otis shuddered.

"If Sabrina's using Russian, that means she's really pissed and it tells me which one she's not happy with. Rhodes what did you do this time? It took a lot for him to piss off Sabrina, but when he did, it wasn't pretty.

With a loud curse, he watched Hank throw Sabrina to the floor, whilst he was still standing. "And that is why you have to channel your anger properly," their uncle said before noticing him.

Hank ordered "Talk to your cousin. She won't tell me why she's this angry at Rhodes, though I have an idea."

YA ne khochu ob etom govorit', Sabrina growled as she attacked a punching bag as if it had given her a personal offense.

To, chto ty govorish' po-russki, oznachayet, chto Konnor razozlil tebya. Chto on delal seychas?

"Does it have anything to do with the cyanide gas attack earlier?" Iain asked in English She nodded.

Hoping he was wrong, he went back to Russian for "meyet li eto kakoye-to otnosheniye k etomu chertovu potseluyu, kotoryy on dal etomu yuzhnoafrikanskomu importu?"

His cousin's eyes were nearly black with rage as the punch she threw that knocked the bag clean off the bars.

Sabrina should have known that the calm wouldn't last forever before a storm hit. And it was in the form of an angry widower who'd thought the hospital had done something wrong in regards to the treatment of his wife.

To get answers, the man had brought with him a canister of some poison gas. As the valve opened Sabrina had dived out the door and then began to move people into areas where they could get checked over.

As more people got out, Sabrina noticed that her friend was nowhere to be seen. Hybrid OR has recycled air, she remembered. That was likely where he was.

April was arguing with Goodwin about giving the last dose of the medication to the attacker instead of Doctor Choi. The gas had been figured out to be cyanide, for which there was no real antidote. After it was given to the attacker the pissed nurse noticed Sabrina and asked "What if it had been someone who mattered to you? What if it had been Doctor Rhodes? Would you have argued for the attacker to get the last dose of medication?"

Sabrina had no answer to that, only remembering the time she, Felix, and Lucas had moved Heaven and Earth, and definitely raised some Hell after a vile sports injury had gotten written off as an accident by the refs.

Rage. Blood boiled in their veins as Connor limped off the lacrosse field after that outrageous foul. This kid was being considered to being a cadet candidate for West Point. so this being called for what it was would endanger that. Connor would be lucky to walk across the stage at graduation without crutches.

Chancing a glance at Sabrina and Lucas, they nodded. They would be giving the prick a tasted of his own medicine, and do it so well, they wouldn't even get caught themselves.

They even got an approving nod from both the coach and oddly Cornelius. This was going to be fun!

After several hours and a cyanide cleanup later, it was back to business as usual at Gaffney. Sabrina wanted to check in on her friend to make sure that he was none the worse for wear.

She got more than she bargained for as an unnamed emotion coursed through her veins as she caught Connor kissing Ava.

This was nothing new. Sabrina had seen this before. Why was she bothered by this more than before. Being friends with him meant seeing him kiss girls, more than she would normally like, since none had ever been worthy.

He'd finally convinced his cousin it was time for a meal. Sabrina had just hit the showers.

Iain had finally figured it out during that time. There was only one reason for the feelings Sabrina was undergoing.

It's about damn time he thought with a smirk. Sabrina was jealous of Doctor Bekkar for being kissed by Connor. His cousin was almost openly acknowledging the fact that she had feelings for her best friend.

Once she was walking out of the showers, Iain called out, "You're jealous!"

"Why would I be jealous of anything or anyone. I have a great job, I have good friends-"

"But no man in your life. I bet I can guess who you'd like that to be, and for him not to be with that South African import" Iain snickered.

"Not this again. Connor and I are just very good friends. I'm happy for him," Sabrina replied as if practiced thousands of times.

"Wow. You're taking playing dumb to a whole new level. I did not think that it was possible for you to do that in regards to Connor," Iain said.

"It's not playing dumb. This is just step one of the standard operating procedure for dealing with his girlfriends: Get out of the way early on."

Molly's was as warm and welcoming as advertised. Alcohol was never the answer, but Sabrina needed a few belts of tequila, as she found it best for dealing with emotions she did not want to deal with.

Maker's Mark was avoided, as she, Connor, Felix, and Lucas had learned the hard way. Drinking that had never ended well, usually with ipecac for Connor and her and with Felix and Lucas painting their bathrooms fluorescent green with vomit.

A/N 2: Not a fun chapter to write as I was sick for about 3/4 of it. Looking forward to seeing what you all think! Would also love gag gift suggestions for the next chapter as it's the Christmas one! SSD

Translation:

YA ne khochu ob etom govorit': I don't want to talk about it.

To, chto ty govorish' po-russki, oznachayet, chto Konnor razozlil tebya. Chto on delal seychas?- Well with you using Russian, that means Connor was the one who pissed you off. What did he do now?"

meyet li eto kakoye-to otnosheniye k etomu chertovu potseluyu, kotoryy on dal etomu yuzhnoafrikanskomu importu?- Does it have anything to do with that big damn kiss he gave the south African import?