Thank you all so much for the reviews and messages, I really appreciate it. As I rewrite this I'm realising why I didn't post it in the first place and am having to change large chunks of it to get it to make any sense (I hope it's not too ridiculous). Hope you enjoy this chapter :)

Forty minutes later Hanssen once again stepped onto Keller. His gaze immediately falling upon Serena Campbell who was standing at the nurses' station with the phone to her ear and reaching for a box of sweets left on the desk.

'Ms Campbell.'

Serena startled visibly and turned to face him. 'Mr Hanssen! I was just calling your office…' she hung up the phone.

'I am not in my office.' He replied glibly.

'Yes,' Serena said slowly, 'I can see that.'

'I should be in my office. As should you - ' Hanssen continued, faltering slightly as Serena turned fully to face him, placing one had on her hip and twirling something small in her other hand between her fingers. 'uh be in my office.'

'Yes, I know.' Serena gave an apologetic half smile. 'I'm afraid I was caught up with a patient.'

'Well, no harm. We can – '

'And I have to bring her into surgery now. That's why I was calling. Can we reschedule?' Serena explained.

'I suppose we must.' Hanssen answered.

'Say an hour?' Serena checked her watch and Hanssen nodded his consent. Serena smiled and glanced beyond him to where Chantelle and a porter were wheeling the patient to theatre. 'Right.' She smiled and as she began to move away looked at the sweet she had been twirling in her hands. 'Here, you have this!' she said handing it to him, her eyes twinkling.

Hanssen accepted it and watched her walk away before looking at the sweet. It was a Love Heart.

Stud Muffin

Hanssen's eyebrows shot up and he turned around to look at Serena again but she had already left the ward.

An hour later Hanssen sat at his desk with the card, the chocolate heart and the Love Heart sweet laid out before him. He glanced at his watch. She should be here soon. He had told his secretary that he was not, under any circumstances to be interrupted during his meeting with his Deputy Director of Surgery, save for some catastrophic turn of events. He hadn't done any work all day, the sooner this matter was sorted the better.

He took a deep breath. He still wasn't entirely sure how he was going to handle this. He had decided he would take his lead from Ms Campbell. It could turn out to be a rather inappropriate joke, in which case he would admonish her and seek her word that such a thing would never happen again. If it was not a joke… So far his entire plan of action hinged on it being a joke.

He was aware of his pulse rate increasing and glanced at his watch again. He opened his desk drawer and carefully placed the card and other items into it and then smoothly closed it again. Glancing quickly down at himself he adjusted his tie slightly and straightened himself up even further in his chair, placing an elbow on each armrest. He waited for the knock.

Serena reluctantly made her way towards Hanssen's office with two coffees. She had thought she was getting better at reading the enigmatic Swede but his behaviour today had left her perplexed. She had initially thought she was in for a telling off but his demeanour when he had returned to Keller had been far too amiable given that she was late for a meeting with him, even with a genuine excuse he normally would have made some sarky comment or complained that she hadn't let him know sooner. The fact that he came to Keller to look for her instead of just calling to demand her whereabouts was strange in itself.

She stood outside the door and took a deep breath, bracing herself. She had bought him a coffee in the hopes of softening him up, even though she knew it was a vain hope if indeed he was going to lecture her about something. Nothing would 'soften up' Henrik Hanssen. She balanced one coffee on top of the other and knocked.

Hanssen took another deep, slow breath before calling for Ms Campbell to enter. He immediately noticed the two cups of coffee she came bearing. She smiled and waved a cup at him as she approached the desk, leaning forward to place a cup in front of him.

'You don't mind do you? I was dying for a cup and – well, thought you might like one too.' She explained as she sat down. She noticed a strange look flitting across his face, something between surprise and something else she didn't catch. He probably immediately suspects me of trying to butter him up, she thought. 'Also, I'll feel less awkward sipping this if you have one too!' she added.

He gave a small nod, his lips twitching and said a quiet 'thank you', before tugging at the collar of his shirt and clearing his throat. He reached out and moved the coffee cup slightly more to the right and then cleared his throat again. Serena waited patiently, slightly bemused by his behaviour.

'Ms Campbell, I am sure you know why I have asked to speak to you.' he began.

'Do I?' she raised an eyebrow, her steady gaze holding his for a moment before his eyes flickered around the room. If Serena didn't know the man better she'd have said he was nervous. But if the reason he had asked her here was the reason she suspected then she couldn't imagine why on earth he would be.

Staring at the desk for a moment, he began again. 'Let's not make this difficult Ms Campbell. Your behaviour –' he paused and looked up at her again. 'you have crossed a line.' He said firmly. He pursed his lips and lifted his chin slightly, hoping he sounded as confident and as steadfast as he wished to sound.

Serena sighed and looked towards the window briefly. Hanssen watched her carefully. 'It's not really the end of the world now is it?' she asked, sounding slightly bored.

That was not the kind of response he had been expecting.

'So you are admitting to it?' he said, as his brain raced through all the possible responses and scenarios he had been practising all morning trying to select an appropriate match.

'Well, I wasn't exactly deceptive about it and it is a bit difficult to hide.'

Hanssen was confused by her attitude. 'Ms Campbell do you realise how inappropriate it is? What on earth made you do it?'

Serena shrugged, he really was overreacting. 'I fancied a change.'

'What do you mean?'

Serena sighed again. 'Oh come on, don't tell me you never get bored of the same old routine, staring at the same four walls in here every day…' she trailed off as she glanced around the obsessively tidy office and realised Hanssen wasn't someone who tired of routine. 'You know the saying – a change is as good as rest? Well, I thought it would be good to shake things up a bit, try a few new positions…'

'Positions?' Hanssen asked. This didn't match any of the scenarios he had practiced in his head. He felt that he was rapidly becoming out of his depth and now almost wished he hadn't so strenuously told his PA not to interrupt them.

Serena really couldn't understand why he looked so appalled. 'Yes, the desk and stuff. Haven't you ever considered it? You have loads of room in here.' She noticed he was starting to look a little flushed. There was no point in dragging this out any further, she decided, she may as well shout mae culpa and be done with it. 'Alright, I know the way I went around it was unorthodox and there are protocols et cetera but – it didn't cost the hospital anything extra.' She paused taking in his expression again but couldn't judge his reaction. 'I'll have an incident report filed by the end of the day –'

'An incident report?' he interrupted. He didn't really want this going any further. 'Are you sure that's necessary? Perhaps, given there was no harm done and you do realise error you made… Perhaps, we should simply keep it between ourselves. To avoid any unnecessary gossip.'

'Gossip?' Mr Play-It-By-The-Book was suggesting she didn't file an incident report? She was shocked. 'I am glad that you agree there was no real harm done but, I do think I should file a report. Just to be on the safe side in case there are any repercussions further down the line.'

'I can assure you Ms Campbell, there won't be. I think it's best if we forget the incident ever happened.'

Serena stared at him. 'Mr Hanssen… are you alright?'

'Fine.' He said as he reached once again to tug at his collar. He glanced down at the table to avoid eye contact with her and noticed the coffee cup. He picked it up and took a sip.

'And what if the young man returns in a month's time exaggerating what happened and everyone starts asking why I didn't file a report?'

'What young man?' he demanded, putting the cup down and looking sharply at her.

'The porter.' She answered. She was really starting to worry about him now. 'Mr Hanssen-'

'Porter? What has a porter got to do with this?'

They both stared silently at each other for a moment as it slowly dawned on them that they were talking at cross purposes.

'Ms Campbell, I think we need to go back to the beginning.' Hanssen suggested eventually.

'Agreed.' Serena nodded slowly. 'Why did you want to meet with me?'

'Uh, perhaps we should clear up this porter story first.'

Serena sighed. 'I thought we were talking about me redecorating the Consultant's Office on Keller.'

'Keller isn't due any maintenance of that kind.' He said crinkling his nose and he tried to remember what work was taking place on the wards at the moment.

'I know.' Serena said coyly. 'But it's been driving me insane and… At first all I intended was to move the furniture around but when we did that it was obvious the walls needed painting. So…' she took a deep breath. 'There were a couple of porters hanging around not doing very much and they said there were paint cans in the basement that were left over from the last ward to be painted so I figured 'waste not want not'!

'Ms Campbell you do realise that maintenance work is not the remit of porter? We have contractors for such work. If the unions – '

'Yes, yes, I know! But there were perfectly fine about it.' She rolled her eyes.

'Why is it you have to write an incident report if it was all so "fine" then?' he asked dryly.

'It's Ric's fault!' she sighed. 'He said they splashed paint on his briefcase and started ranting at them whilst one of the young men was up the ladder. The poor young man got distracted by Ric's bellowing and lost his balance momentarily but the other man was quick enough to steady him and the ladder so there was no harm done, he just got a bit of a fright.'

'A bit of a fright. Doing a job he shouldn't have been doing.' Hanssen looked at her sternly.

'Yes, I'm a bad girl, I know.' She said sarcastically. 'Can we move on to why it is you really wanted me here now?'

Hanssen suddenly looked uncomfortable again.

'Oh it can't be that bad can it?' she asked.

'It's about the card.' He said, straightening his posture and looking her in the eye.

'What card?' she asked disinterestedly and taking a sip from her coffee which was starting to go cold.

'The…' he paused and took a breath. 'The Valentines card you sent me.'

Serena coughed, her coffee catching in her throat at his words. 'What?' she croaked.

'There is little point in denying it Ms Campbell, I recognise your handwriting.' He decided not to mention that he had seen the card the day before in case he had to admit to his curiosity in searching beneath the files to see what she had hidden.

'Why on earth would I send you a Valentines card?' she scoffed. 'You're obviously mistake.'

She seemed quite certain. He almost believed her but the evidence was irrefutable. He sighed and pulled open the desk drawer, carefully removing the card he watched Serena's expression and he left it on the desk. She clearly recognised the card.

'But that-' Serena stopped and continued to stare suspiciously at the card as he handed it to her and she opened it up to see her handwriting inside.

'Are you denying that's your handwriting Ms Campbell?' he asked somewhat smugly.

'No but… This wasn't for you.' she shook her head as she tried to figure out how this had happened. 'I wrote this for Chantelle.'

Hanssen raised his eyebrows and cleared his throat. 'For Nurse Lane?' he asked incredulously.

'Yes.' Serena looked up and caught his expression. 'Not like that!' she said hurriedly. 'She didn't want her friend who she was sending it to recognise her handwriting.' Hanssen's expression clearly said he didn't believe her. 'Why would I send you a card?' she asked flatly.

'That's what I wish to find out.' He replied calmly although his heart was pounding.

'I didn't!' she was becoming exasperated.

'Well then how do you explain how this card managed to find it's way into my collection of post, with MY name scrawled on the envelope?'

Serena didn't have an answer.