Sorry for the delay in posting this. I have broken the latest chapter up so this is a short update. I hope I'll have time later to post the next one. Thank you all so much for your comments.

Hanssen made his way towards the lift having just given both parties in the Storeroom Incident a stern talking to. It was a ridiculous thing to have to lecture two medical professionals about. Suddenly he spotted Jonny Maconie buying a coffee and knew that Maconie had seen him too.

Hanssen slowed his rapid pace to a slow crawl and gave the nurse his most menacing glare before continuing his way to the lift. Once inside he smiled to himself.

'Oh god', Jonny exclaimed sitting down at a table with Malick. 'I'm a dead man.'

'Yep.' Malick agreed having witnessed Hanssen's death glare.

Jonny looked at Malick in annoyance. 'Don't agree with me! Tell me everything's going to be fine!' he told Malick.

'There's no point in lying.' Malick said shrugging. 'And if you think that was bad, wait until you have to deal with Serena's fury.'

Jonny gulped. Thank God his shift was over. He should be able to avoid her until tomorrow at least.

The lift stopped on Keller and Ric Griffin entered. The two men nodded a quiet greeting to each other. Ric pressed the button for the ground floor but the lift continued towards the fifth first.

'You're not heading home for the evening?' Ric asked casually trying to make conversation.

'Shortly.' Hanssen replied. 'I have a few matters to finish up.'

Ric nodded. 'Serena's been "finishing up" for the last hour. These days she's more paper pusher than surgeon.'

Hanssen made no comment.

'Not that it isn't a nice break to have her off the ward.' Ric continued with a slight smirk.

Hanssen still made no reply. The lift reached his floor and he exited.

Ric almost laughed to himself. Michael must have been off his rocker to actually believe something could happen between Hanseen and Serena!

Serena glared at the stack of files on her desk. She was beginning to think they were somehow multiplying on their own. Ric had gone home half an hour ago with a smug look on his face. If she were honest, there was nothing in the pile of paperwork that couldn't wait but she'd had a text from Eleanor to say she had gone to stay with her father for the night. Something about him getting a sound system installed in his house and he'd told Eleanor she could invite some friends over. If it came to sitting here alone getting ahead with her paperwork or sitting at home alone with a bottle of Shiraz she had decided this was the better option – workwise and liver-wise!

There was a knock at her door and she hoped perhaps she was needed on the ward.

'Yes?' she called out.

Hanssen appeared with a half smile. 'Still here Ms Campbell.' He said stating the obvious.

'As are you Mr Hanssen.' Serena replied.

Hanssen looked over the files on her desk. 'Surely this lot can wait?' he asked.

'It could. But what's the point in putting off until tomorrow what I can suffer through today?' Serena smiled.

'There's no point in overworking yourself.' Hanssen told her. 'Won't your daughter be waiting for you? You haven't seen her for a few days.'

'She's gone to her dad's for the night.' Serena sighed quietly.

Hanssen had run out of things to say. He stood awkwardly for a moment, wondering if he should just leave her to it.

'Was there something you wanted?' Serena asked, wondering why he was still hovering.

'No.' he shook his head and avoided her gaze. 'I do think you should take a break from all this however. We don't want you burning out.' He straightened himself up to his full height and spoke clearly to emphasise that he expected her to heed his suggestion. He should have known she wouldn't.

'I'm fine.' Serena replied turning back to her laptop.

Hanssen sighed. 'Come on!' He shut the laptop down and turned her chair away from the desk.

'What are you doing?' Serena demanded.

Hanssen had reached for her coat. 'Up, up!' he said, taking her by the arm and making her stand up. 'We're going for dinner.'

'What?' Serena asked baffled and flustered as he forced her coat on. 'Why?'

'To eat, Ms Campbell.'