Disclaimer: Don't own Scrubs, never will, etc, etc.

"Excuse me?" the Janitor said some time after.

"I was offering to help you. You seem pretty mad at that stain. Why, don't you want any?" said Rebecca

"No, no, it's not that. It's just that most kids, scratch that, everybody has never offered to help me with cleaning in this dump of a place. I mean, they always say to me, 'Oh, how hard can it be to do your job?' So when someone does offer help, I feel, well, a little taken back by it. Plus most kids usually go on about how tall I am anyway." the Janitor said, seeing that Rebecca was in actual fact not paying attention to anything he said.

"Well, yeah, I would like some help. Can you please go into there and get me a tougher sponge?" the Janitor says, pointing to the door of where keeps his cleaning supplies.

Rebecca then opens the door. "But there's nothing in here".

"I know, this isn't even a stain, it's a half a pancake with glue on bottom" the Janitor replied.

"I was just saying it to get attention and I was surprised anybody ended up giving a rat's ass. Look, I'll show you how quickly I can get this stain off" the Janitor said. And within three seconds, he clears the stain with his sponge and tossed it in a rubbish bin nearby but unfortunately missed.

"Ahh, I'm sure to be in the next few minutes anyway" said the Janitor.

"You see, I always gotta make it seem like I'm working around here" the Janitor explained to Rebecca. "I mean that's what they pay me for right. Course, it's only an hour of work which then leaves seven hours to be filled. How about I fill them by telling you some stories?"

"OK, then" came Rebecca's reply.

"OK, well I'll start off with-wait a minute, do you have any parents who should be looking after you?" the Janitor suddenly realized.

"Yeah, my dad works here but he's probably not going to be off his shift for the next couple of hours" said Rebecca.

"OK, then, I'll tell you about the time I…"

And so the Janitor began telling Rebecca about many an interesting story. Most of them dealt with rats in some way or another, but it appeared Rebecca didn't care. For the first time in his life, the Janitor was happy someone was listening to the increasingly nonsensical stories was telling.

"You lost her?"

"No, JD, I didn't lose her. I just told her she could go down to the Doctor's Lounge and watch some TV."

"Yeah, but I went into the Doctor's Lounge a minute ago and the only person who was there was Todd."

"I don't know, maybe she got lost on the way there"

"And that is exactly the reason why you shouldn't have let her walk off by herself"

Oh God, my only child is now lost in this hospital. Where the hell could she be? Oh, man, Kim's gonna kill me when she finds out. Ah, Johnny, snap out of it, focus. If I were an eight-year-old child, where would I be? Well, pediatrics is a start.

Ah, damn it, she's not here. Hmm, maybe if just walk around the hospital I'll find her. Wait, is that Elliot?

"Elliot, Elliot, stop" I said to her with much insistence in my voice.

"JD, I wasn't going anywhere" she said to me.

"I know but I said it to sound more dramatic. I decided to take Becky with me tonight and now I've lost her. Have you seen her around?"

"No, sorry, JD. I've gotta get home now. Little Michael keeps pestering his father on the fact that his mother is never around anymore" Elliot said to me.

"How is Keith, anyway?" I wondered to her.

"You know, I got the feeling he might be suffering a mid-life crisis. He seems really depressed these days and won't talk to me about it" Elliot explained.

"Wow, isn't he a bit young for mid-life crisis yet?" I said.

"Hey, no-one set an age limit on those, alright?" she said, somewhat defensively, as she had a slightly higher pitch in her voice.

"Anyway, gotta go. I'll catch you, JD."

"And I hope the person whose throwing me has good aim" I joked to her.

"Yeah, you're not funny" Elliot said, when she fully knew well I was.

"Alright, I should go to. See ya, Elliot." I said to her before walking to well, nowhere in particular.

That was until the Janitor stopped me. "Oh God, what did I do know? You got some sort of invisible sign I just went past?"

"No, I heard you whining like the girl you are about losing your child and it got me wondering if that child over there was yours" he said to me.

Of course, I knew where this was going and wasn't enjoying it one bit. He moved to one side and pointed to a bench where Rebecca was sitting. I rushed over there and give her a hug.

"Oh, thank God, I thought I lost you. Where were you and has he done anything to you?"

Before Rebecca said anything, the Janitor reiterated. "No I haven't done anything and she was here with me, actually, for pretty much your whole shift. You know, I know I liked having her there. It's nice to have someone willing to listen to your stories"

I got pretty infuriated by what he just said and decided to tell him this.

"First of all, your stories never make sense. And second of all, I forbid you to ever associate with my daughter. You are an awful, awful man and I will not have you poison her mind" I said, laying the record down.

"What, I wasn't doing anything to her. We just sat and talked for a few hours, that's all" he said back to me but I would not be swayed.

"I go by what I said. You must never see my daughter again. Are we clear?" I said to the Janitor.

"Alright, then, jeez, settle down. Wouldn't want get hostile now, would ya?" he said dryly.

"Come on, Rebecca. Let's see if we can find your mommy" I said to Becky before storming off. I gave the Janitor one last look, a real "Don't think I don't fucking mean it cause I sure as hell do" look just before I went. I tell ya, few things have ever made me madder than this. But hopefully I don't have to deal with that anymore. Ah, there Kim is.

"Hey, sweetkins, ya ready to get home?" I said to her innocently.

"Sure, let's go" she replied to me.

I haven't gotten much sleep tonight. That whole Janitor thing blew right out of the water. So what, now he feels he can't get to me, so he fucks with my daughter's brain? Ah, why do I keep thinking about it? I need to do something to get my mind off it.

But of course, there was nothing I could do to forget about it and I was left wondering what my daily confrontation with the Janitor would be like the next morning. Alright, now I'm feeling tired. Nighty, night.

Well, I got the second chapter up quicker than expected. I know I seem to change the POV's a lot but hopefully you know which one is which. A new chapter will be coming soon. Till then, it's pretty late so I should head to bed. I'm not going to but I'll be back soon.