A/N: thanks for being so amazing you guys 3 just so this makes a lil more sense, downton and perry are psychiatric wards in holby city hospital.
'Would you care to explain your actions yesterday?' questioned Serena, pacing the room in another new pair of heels. The noise of the shoes clicking against the floor irritated Zosia. 'It was neither the time or the place, Dr. March, and I think you displayed a lack of professionalism. I don't know if you've noticed, but this is, indeed, a hospital you're working in!' Serena turned to face Zosia, waiting to hear her excuse. 'I'm really sorry. I allowed myself to become emotionally involved in a patient's case.' Here I am, lying to senior staff yet again, but there's now way I'm being sent to Downton or Perry. Serena didn't look like she believed Zosia but waved her out to the door. 'It won't happen again-' began the F2. 'No, Dr. March, it won't, or else I will have no choice but to inform Mr. Self.' Serena closed the door behind Zosia and she walked out to an unusually quiet Darwin ward, almost tranquil.
Dom was noseying about again and before Zosia could duck behind a pile of patient's notes, he had clocked her. 'Feeling better?' he asked, pretending to take an interest in a young patient who was due for an angiogram. 'Yep!' murmured Zosia, a little too quickly for Dom's liking. 'No you're not. Far too nonchalant. You're also a terrible liar. Still sick with love I see, but don't ask me who with.' smiled Dom. Zosia made a big show of wheeling Ms. Waters out for her tests. 'Well, we can't all be as excellent at lying as you.' Dominic took the hint, if indignantly, and made his way back to Keller. Ms. Waters looked up at Zosia. 'How long will this be? I have stories to write! I have a very dedicated fanbase.' Zosia gave a faint, weary smile. 'Just a quick scan and you'll be back.' Zosia's pager rang and she cast a glance at it. 'I'm so sorry Ms. Waters, I'm needed in theatre…' 'Well, I'm hardly going to wheel myself back, am I? I'm an invalid!' came the barrage of complaints from Ms. Waters. Essie caught Zosia's eyes in the vast hallway. 'I'm sure Nurse Harrison will take you.' Essie turned to give Zosia an 'I'll get you for this' smile but she was already gone, tearing down the halls to the theatre.
Jac was waiting impatiently when a red, out-of-breath Zosia arrived. 'Scrub in, Dr. March. Another heart transplant, and you'll be assisting me.' I don't want to say something wrong and show myself up, thought Zosia. I have to impress her if- 'Zosia?' 'Yeah! Um, yes. Yes… as in I will scrub in.' Another dazzling performance, thought the F2, but when she looked up, Zosia could have sworn she saw a hint of a smile from Jac. Jac pretended not to check Zosia's forearm when the two were performing a surgical scrub. I don't think there's anything new there, thought Jac to herself, But I can't look properly without it being obvious. Zosia turned and the two locked eyes for what must have been a split second, but Jac felt nervous, even weak, which she wasn't used to at all. Never one to take any prisoners, even Jac herself was surprised at her new soft spot for the junior doctor. One of the theatre nurses pretended to bang at the window. 'Come on guys, you've been in there for ages!' he yelled. With all previous thoughts repressed for now, Jac Naylor strode into theatre, ready to put on a front and do what she did best.
The new spring in Zosia's step alarmed Dom. 'Zosh, have you taken something?' he asked jokingly, with mock concern. 'The transplant was a success!' beamed Zosia. 'Yeah, but you've assisted in transplants before, only this time, you were assisting Jac Naylor, who you are totally, brilliantly, amazingly in love with!' Dom had worked it out from the furtive glances and coy smiles the two had been exchanging all day. Dom gave a wry smile at Zosia's shocked face. 'I'm not-' she began, but decided against it. 'Is it really that obvious?' 'Does the pope sh-' 'Dr. Copeland, a word if I may?' Dom paled, knowing full well who was behind him. How does Hanssen always find Dom at the worst possible times? Zosia suppressed a laugh as she busied herself with notes. Sambuca Kelly was in for a check-up after her transplant 14 months ago. She checked the chart and started walking to bed 8. Jac fell into step with Zosia as they headed to the same patient. The curtains were drawn, one of Jac's pet peeves. 'Hello?!' yelled Jac exasperatedly. Zosia popped her head in. 'She's asleep. Let's get a coffee, I want to talk to you.' Oh no, no, no, that was way too direct… Jac smirked at Zosia's panicked face. 'Well, both of our shifts end soon, so I think we should go for a drink of something a bit stronger. That is, if you can bear waiting half an hour.' Jac didn't wait for a response. Zosia stood, perplexed, in the middle of Darwin ward. And I thought I was being too direct...