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Present time

Jesse's POV

"Dr. De Silva, you're late." Cassie reminded me, as I pulled my coat on in the lounge.

"I know, I'm sorry. Abigail's sick, so it took extra long to get to my Mom's place and tell when and how to give her all the medications-"

"We have a GSW to the chest coming in. Hurry up." She told me before leaving.

"Good morning to you too..."

I approached a middle aged black man. "Sir?"

His eyes lit up when he saw me. "How is she?"

"Sir, your wife was shot and her lung was punctured from the bullet. We were able to stabilize her, and bring her up to surgery. She's going to be fine."

It's always nice to give good news to a family member. Seeing the relief and joy on they're faces, and knowing that it's because you saved someone they care for is what keeps me going in a job that can give you the completely opposite reaction.

That reaction I knew all too well, having had it on my own face 3 years ago.

"Oh, thank God. Thank you so much, Doctor." He took my hand and shook it. "When can I see her?"

"I'm not sure, but I'll have someone bring you up to Surgery." I looked over at a nearby intern. "Megan?"

She looked up from the paperwork she was doing. "Yeah?"

"Can you bring Mr. Bennet up to surgery?"

"Absolutely!"

The enthusisiam that interns have is astounding to me.

As I was signing off on a bunch of papers, I heard a voice stand out among the never ending hum of phones ringing and people talking.

"Hi. Is Adam here?" She said.

"No, I'm sorry. He's off today. Do you need to see a doctor?" Alice told her.

"Damn..." She said. "It's OK. Thank you." I turned around to see a woman with striking green eyes and a chestnut hair, and a nasty bruise on her cheek, about to turn away.

"Wait." I called out, stopping her.

"Let me take a look at that." She sighed as I began to feel the bruise for tenderness.

"No really I'm fi-Ow!"

"Sorry." I told her.

"No, it's not that. It's my..." She let out a deep sigh, as if she didn't want me to know, but knew she had to tell me. I could tell she really didn't want to be at the ER. "It's my hand. I think I broke something."

She brought it up, and I knew immediately that she had. Broke it, I mean.

"That's pretty bad." I told her. "Lets get an X-ray."

"How long will this take? I need to get to work."

"I'll make sure you're out of here in an hour. Or two." I said. "I'm Dr. de Silva, but call me Jesse."

"Suze." She told me. I would have shaken her hand, but, well, that would have been painful for her.

Suze's POV

"So how did you do this?" The hot Latino doctor named Jesse asked me.

Even though he was easy on the eyes, I couldn't exactly tell him "So, this ghost was causing some trouble, so I tried to knock some sense into him, breaking my fist in the process."

"It's nothing." I said, before trying to change the subject. "So, how long have you worked with Adam?"

He looked at me with a small smirk, but answered. "We went to med school together, and we've been best friends ever since. How do you know him?"

"I went to High School with him and CeeCee. I'm surprised we haven't met yet. I've been back in the city for almost 2 years."

"Yeah, well... these past few years have been kinda crazy... I haven't gotten out much, unfortunately." He said, with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Oh." An awkward silence ensued as Jesse wrapped my broken hand up in a cast.

I finally spoke up. "Well, I think Adam and CeeCee are having a bar-b-que on Sunday for the big game. You should come."

He looked up at me, a small lock of hair in his eyes. I realized then how much I wanted to pull that hair back and gaze into his eyes romantically, and slowly lean in for a romantic first kiss.

"Well, I'd like to. But my daughter has been a bit sick, and I don't wanna get they're kids sick as well..."

All those steamy fantasies immediately evaporated. "Oh. How old is she."

He smiled. "She's three."

I noticed he had no ring on. This was a plus. "So, you're divorced?"

He paused and I watched his Adams apple bob up and down.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry." I said. "Sometimes I just keep talking and talking and I say-"

"It's fine." He said hoarsely. After clearing is throat he stood up. "You're all done. Keep it dry for 6 weeks, and be sure to see you're regular doctor sometime soon."

"So you're hand got stuck in one of those spinning doors, breaking your hand... and you ran into the glass, and got a big bruise on your cheek?"

"Yeah. Why is that so hard to believe?" I asked CeeCee, who couldn't seem to believe my story.

Not that I could exactly blame her, since it wasn't true.

"Whatever." She said. "So that Jesse's pretty hot, isn't he?"

"So hot, I wanted to cry." I took bite of my pizza.

We were out for our weekly lunch at Tony's. A tradition started ever since I came back to the city.

CeeCee and I met through work. She writes for the New York Times, and I'm a detective. So she often gets assigned to write on my cases. I find my Mediator abilities very useful is my job, though. Ghosts of murdered people tend to wanna talk.

"What's the deal with him, anyways? He has a kid, but no wife?"

"Oh my God... You didn't mention it, did you?"

"Yeah..."

CeeCee shook her head in disbelief. "Suze, he's a widower! It's very hard for him to talk about."

I dropped my pizza. He was a widower. It all made sense now.

"Oh my God... I feel like such a nosy bitch!"

"It's OK. You didn't know..."

"How did it happen?"

CeeCee rolled her eyes. "Car accident."

"Oh..." I took a sip of water, processing this. "Has he dated anyone since then?"

She shook her head, getting up. "I'll see you later. Adam needs to go to work soon, so I need to watch the kids."

"Don't you need to go back to work?"

She looked at me like I was stupid. "Hello... It's the 21st century. I can e-mail my article. You're coming to the party Sunday, right?"

I nodded. "Go Jets."

"That's right, go Jets!" The sketchy 40 year old guy the next table over shouted.

CeeCee left Ten bucks on the table. "See ya, Simon."

"See ya."

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