A/N: finished all my exams and I have all of half term to write! It's my birthday next week and I'm getting a new phone, life is good so here you all go...

RHIRHI73! Wow, I haven't heard from you in a while, I hope this makes up for the long gap of no writing, I wish you the best of luck with whatever's been keeping you so busy recently X

Saint Jac the Nazi, well, I hope you like Jac's little rant in the middle of this...

And on with the tale...

Hanssen was finally put out of his misery by Jac shortly after she had found Greg and Sahira in the cupboard, and even though he felt compassionate for whatever had happened, he just couldn't be two doctors down for however long this would take to clean up.

"Right, tell Mr. Douglas to be back on the ward in half an hour please." Hanssen told Jac with his usual cool exterior that almost matched that of Ms. Naylor.

"What?" she replied in disbelief.

He couldn't possibly mean that, I must have heard him wrong Jac told herself he couldn't possibly mean that... her train of thought was abruptly cut off by Hanssen repeating what he had just said and yet again, Jac was stunned. Her own atrocious past came back to her, and Jac suddenly realised that Sahira knew this man, and it shocked her.

For far too long she had assumed any victim of abuse was bitter and cold, she had held up her icy shield and kept the world away. This woman- this remarkable woman- had lived through what she herself had lived through, fought her way forward, chased down her demons and come out the other end the person she was now. Jac was surprised to find Sahira was happy, open, everyone liked her; she had even managed to get the smooth Mr. Douglas to fall in love with her. Jac was astounded, and would have normally just shrugged and carried on being Hanssen's puppet, but not today.

"No." Jac told him with far more courage than she actually felt "isn't it obvious to you? Would the Sahira you know get this wound up about a patient getting to big for his boots? Would all of this happen if a perfect stranger pinned her against a wall? No. So I'm not going to rip away the only piece of comfort she has right now. I don't know who that man was, but she knew him and by the looks of it, the floors just been pulled out from under her. I will cover for both of them and call her husband, it doesn't matter what you say, I'm not going to do that to her." Jac all but shouted and proceeded to storm out the door leaving a shocked Hanssen in her wake. He didn't know she had that much emotion in her.

Sahira woke slowly from her deep slumber and found herself wrapped around Greg in the most impossible way. Her husband had once playfully called her the night creeper, as she always managed to wrap her body around something in her sleep and she had been woken many a time because Rafi had been prising her off him. But Greg seemed to be a night creeper too, and Sahira was beyond confused at how they had gotten like this. It was only when Greg dropped a kiss on her forehead did she realise he was awake and they spent the next ten minutes manoeuvring limbs and joints until they were finally free. But they still didn't more away from one another, contented to just be with each other, something Sahira and Rafi had never mastered, Rafi always needed to chatter away, especially when Sahira wanted to be silent. Banter ensued and Sahira could almost forget what had happened. Her heart swelled and she interlaced her fingers with Greg's; with that final connection Sahira realised her and Greg had been made for each other, so she held his hand tighter and revelled in their proximity, convincing herself that of course he didn't love her.