I know! My goodness, how long has it been? I've become really rubbish when it comes to writing. But I hope I'm getting back on track and here's a quick update to get things rolling (if anyone is still reading!). Hope you like :)

This was not how Hanssen had envisaged his day panning out. He glanced down at Ms Campbell who was currently pressed between him and the wall of the storage room. They were both wedged behind the door, listening for signs that Harry, Mary-Claire and Gemma had passed by.

'Now what?' Serena hissed.

Hanssen shrugged. 'We wait I suppose.' he whispered. He saw Serena roll her eyes and cock her head to one side listening for the others.

'I'm telling you,' Harry Tressler's voice carried into the storage room. 'men like Hanssen always like a dominatrix in the bedroom.'

'Eww Harry, don't!' Mary-Claire chided.

'I bet Harry's right.' Gemma added teasingly. 'Hanssen spends all day in charge, being all aloof and mysterious and dark lord-ish…"

"Exactly!' Harry chimed in. 'His type are always leather and whips when they get down and dirty! Plus he's Swedish!'

Amidst his embarrassment, Hanssen briefly wondered what Tressler was inferring with that remark.

'Oh. My. God.' Mary-Claire screeched. 'I'm officially traumatised by that mental image!'

As Harry and Gemma laughed, Serena and Hanssen stood awkwardly behind the door avoiding looking at one another. Hanssen's cheeks were flaming. But the others weren't done.

'I saw his face when he was looking at my Dr Honey photos, the man isn't averse to a little kink! And Serena's obviously been around, I bet she knows a few tricks!' Gemma continued.

'Hang on!' Mary-Claire cut in. 'Dr Honey?'

'How come you showed Hanssen kinky photos and not me?' Harry asked.

There was a moments pause before Gemma responded. 'I didn't show him, they were on a… It doesn't matter.'

'I think it does!' Harry said cheerfully.

'Look, I'm not the one Hanssen and Serena are going to kill!' Gemma said.

'Thanks for reminding me.' Mary-Claire said miserably.

Hanssen and Serena couldn't hear anything else and chanced a timid glance at each other.

'Are they gone?' Serena mouthed silently and was answered with a shrug.

Hanssen looked at the gap between the door and it's frame and wondered if he could get a big enough view of the corridor through it. He would have to lean forward though which meant… He glanced down at Serena and swallowed. Gesturing with his hand he indicated that he wanted to lean forward for a better view and Serena nodded, despite being apprehensive about having Hanssen any closer than he already was. This was a situation that had 'SCANDAL' written all over it!

Hanssen leaned in, noting the scent from Serena's hair appeared to be apple. He almost forgot why it was he was leaning forward when he felt Serena's hands on his torso and he glanced down. Serena seemed to be staring intently at his tie, her hands resting against him. He hoped she couldn't feel how fast his heart was pounding.

Trying to maintain some distance, Serena had placed her hands between her body and Hanssen's, belatedly realising that might be misconstrued, not as an a blocking attempt but as affection. She looked up and saw Hanssen staring at her with a peculiar expression on his face.

'Well?' she whispered. This seemed to jerk him from his revery and he refocused his attention on the gap between the door and the frame.

'All clear, I think.' he whispered. Serena sighed in relief and moved forward faster than Hanssen was moving away causing another moment of awkwardness as she bumped into him. Hanssen practically leapt away then, clearing his throat and tugging on his shirt collar. A nervous tick, Serena thought, deciding that could be a useful bit of information.

They got the lift back to Keller in silence, after they were both paged. Both taking a moment to be silently grateful they hadn't been paged whilst they'd been hiding behind the door! Getting out of the lift, Serena paused for a moment.

'About Mary-Claire…' she began.

'Yes.'

'We'll have to deal with her later…'

'Indeed.' Hansen nodded curtly and walked away.

Chantelle approached them holding out two folders.

'Two mysterious abdo pains; one with an added bump to the head!' Chantelle greeted them cheerfully. 'Which would you like?" she asked Hanssen as he reached her first.

Hanssen glanced around the ward first.

'Abdo pain plus bump to the head - bed 8. Abdo pain minus bump to the head - bed 6.' Chantelle said helpfully, guessing he was trying to spot who the patients were.

Serena followed Hanssen's gaze, doing a double take as she saw bed 8.

'Stage collapsed at a fashion show.' Chantelle explained as she saw where the two consultants were looking. 'Right in the middle of the lingerie part.'

Serena turned to see Hanssen's reaction to the four lingerie clad young women gathered around a fifth young woman lying on the bed. She thought she saw his jaw clench slightly but other than that his expression was bland.

'I'll take bed 6.' he said, taking the folder from Chantelle and briskly making his way towards the patient.

Serena and Chantelle exchanged surprised looks.

'How many male doctors in this hospital do you know who would pick…' Serena glanced at the middle-aged woman in bed 6, 'Ordinary and middle-aged over - five, buxom, young lingerie models?'

'Dr Malick wouldn't care.' Chantelle answered with a shrug before moving on.

Serena's eyes widened and she glanced towards Hanssen.