Hello, I know it's been aaages... The delay has been a combination of things. Firstly I reached the end of the preiosuly written parts of this story, so it wasn't a matter of rewriting and tidying up it became actually just writing the rest of it and my "writers block" is still a problem. Also, Word has been acting up on my laptop so I had to handwrite this first and it's take forever to type up this chapter - which is why it's a little short.

Massive thanks to everyone who reviewed and sent messages, so glad people have enjoyed this. It's going to be longer than I thought (aren't they always) but hopefully won't be as long until the next chapter. Please enjoy :)

'Honestly, it wasn't me Ms Campbell." Chantelle stood in Hanssen's office looking wideeyed and earnestly at Serena. She glanced nervously towards Hanssen, sitting behind his desk with an unreadable expression. 'Really.'

Serena looked thoughtful for a moment trying to decide if she believed the nurse.

'Although…' Chantelle began. 'If you think about it… Maybe it's not a bad thing that this mix-up happened.'

Serena raised an eyebrow slowly.

'I mean, well, I think you two would make a lovely couple.' Chantelle continued. She saw the expressions on their faces and revised her opinion. 'Well, maybe not lovely but… well suited.'

'Has this been some kind of misguided attempt at matchmaking?' Serena demanded.

'No!' Chantelle shook her head vehemently. 'I really honestly had nothing to do with the card. Except for you know, buying it and getting you to write it Ms Campbell but that wasn't for Mr Hanssen. Honest. I've never even thought about you two like that before but, well, now that you've mentioned it…'

'We haven't mentioned it!' Serena barked.

'No, sorry, but now that I've thought about it… It does kind of make sense don't you think?' Chantelle looked from one to the other. Serena was staring at her as though she thought she was mad. Hanssen looked more thoughtful. 'Out of all the men in this hospital Ms Campbell I think either Mr Hanssen or Mr Griffin would suit you best.' She turned to Hanssen. 'And you Mr Hanssen – I can't imagine you with ANYONE! Except now Ms Campbell. When you stop and think about it, you just sort of fit.' She smiled.

Hanssen blinked several times before suddenly discovering something very interesting on the surface of his desk. Serena rolled her eyes at Chantelle.

'Do you swear you had nothing to do with sending Mr Hanssen the card?'

'I swear. Cross my heart.' Chantelle answered.

Serena sighed. 'Alright. Go back to the ward – and don't breathe a word of this to anyone!' she warned.

Chantelle hurriedly left the office and Serena turned to watch Hanssen thoughtfully observing Chantelle as she left. He caught her eye and rapidly lowered his gaze to the desk again.

'Honestly, the things she comes out with!' Serena laughed. The very idea of her and Hanssen… it was laughable.

'So if it was not Nurse Lane behind the card…' Hanssen trailed off, looking up at her again.

'We're back to square one.'

'Indeed. One card. With your handwriting.'

'For heavens sake, how many more times? I did not send you the card.' Serena said in exasperation. She caught the sceptical look on his face again. 'Why would I send you a card and then go to this much trouble to deny it? Hmm?'

Hanssen tilted his head in acceptance of her argument. Serena observed him for a moment and wondered briefly if there might be a part of Hanssen that was actually disappointed that the card wasn't from her.

'Nurse Carter.' Hanssen spoke suddenly.

'What about her?'

'She was there when you wrote the card and hid it.' He explained.

'You saw me hiding it?' Serena asked, she thought she had been discreet.

Hanssen simply nodded, he wasn't going to add that he looked for it. 'As did Nurse Carter probably.'

Serena's eyes narrowed. Mary-Claire was just the type to play a prank like this. 'I think we might have our culprit.'

Hanssen reached for his phone. 'I'll send for her.'

'No, wait.' Serena said and he paused. 'Why don't we go to her? On the extreme off chance that it isn't Mary-Claire and we drag her up here and explain what's happened there is no way she will keep it to herself when she goes back to the ward. We need to be sure.'

'How do you propose we do that?' Hanssen asked.

'I'm not sure. I'll think of something when we get there.' She replied. Hanssen gave her another sceptical look. 'Lets just see how she reacts to us and then…'

'And then?'

'Then we'll know.' Serena stood up.

'How will we know?' Hanssen asked, rising from his chair and making his way around his desk.

'We'll know whether we need to ask her.' Serena said, walking to the door.

'Sounds like an unreliable plan of action.' Hanssen said in a flat tone, reaching the door.

Serena sighed and leaned back against the door for a moment and turning to look up at Hanssen. He paused uncertainly unsure of why she had stopped her exit.

'If you're even a fraction as frustrating in your personal life as you are at work then Chantelle is most definitely wrong about us being well suited!' Serena told him.

'At least you wouldn't be bored if you were with me.' He retorted and then blinked. He wasn't sure what he even meant by that.

Serena was surprised by his response. She gave him a lazy smile. 'Oh really?' she asked in a low tone.

Hanssen swallowed and Serena thought she saw the slightest pink tinge developing on his cheeks. She grinned and opened the door.