A/N: Hello! I know I said I would update in two weeks, but I was sick this week so I was able to update sooner. So in Honor of Groundhog day and Super Bowl Sunday here is chapter two! Nixon is finally introduced (dun dun dun...)

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Disclaimer: I do not own the HBO miniseries Band of Brothers, nor do I intend to. I wish to offend no one, and realize that these are real people. This is based off of the characters portrayed in the miniseries, not the real people. I am writing this purely for my own enjoyment.

AC

It had been almost a week since I had spoken to Mr. Winters, and almost a week since the sweet little child had been brought to us. Whenever I got a chance, I would stop in and see her. She really was beautiful; her eyes were the darkest color of brown, and her hair was almost black. She had a button nose and rosy cheeks. She really looked nothing like Katherine- her mother who had dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes. It really made me wonder what her father looked like.

He hadn't come to the hospital yet and I was beginning to wonder if he even cared about her. I would hate for her to be in the hands of an orphanage- especially when she had a father to look after her. I wished he would come, just to see how much progress she has made in the past few days. She had regained consciousness the day after her surgery, and was healing so well that I would be able to take the sutures out in the next week. She wasn't able to eat solid food yet; we still had her on formula because of the surgery. But she was such a good little girl, she hardly even cried, and if she did you knew there was something terribly wrong. I just couldn't wrap my head around why nobody wanted her.

I stopped into see her after I did my rounds. I always made sure that she was last on the list so that I could spend as much time with her as possible. "Hello Molly," I said to the nursing assistant who was currently sitting in the room with her.

"Hi Doctor Bennett! I put her down a few hours ago, she should be ready to eat soon," Molly stood up and headed for the door. "I'll make sure to feed her. Thank you Molly," I said with a smile. Just as Molly exited I heard gurgles coming from the crib. I walked over "Well look who decided to wake up," I stated and tickled her tummy. She gave me a big smile and a laugh. I reached into the crib and held her little body against my chest. "So missy. How about an afternoon snack?" I asked and went to ring the nurse's bell. Molly came back in with a glass bottle filled half way with formula and handed it to me. I situated the baby in the rocking chair so that her head was lying in the crook of my arm, and her feet were across my lap. I held the bottle as she sucked and hummed a song. After a little while, I began to softly sing to her.

"I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places, that this heart of mine embraces all day through," she looked up at me as if she was expecting me to finish the song "in that small café, the park across the way, the children's carousel; the chestnut tree; the wishing well,"

"I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day; in everything that's light and gay. I'll always think of you that way,"

"I'll find you in the morning sun, and when the night is new. I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you," I smiled as the little girl finished her bottle, and I set it on the table next to me. I proceeded to put her on my shoulder and began to burp her until I was interrupted.

"Doctor- your three o'clock surgery patient is in the pre-op ward," Nurse Collins informed me

"Okay, thank you. I think she's about ready to take a snooze so I'll just go tell Molly; I'll be right to the ward, just give me five minutes," I put the baby back in the crib and found Molly at the nurse's station, told her where I would be and went down to the ward.

I walked into the pre-op ward to meet my patient. I was glad to be doing some general surgery, after the week I'd had in the Trauma department it was almost therapeutic to be doing a simple tonsillectomy. I pulled back the curtain and introduced myself to the patient and his mother. "Hello, nice to meet you- I'm Doctor Bennett, you can call me Kate," I shook hands with my young patient.

"I'm Timothy," said the patient

"That's a good strong name! And how old are you Timothy?" I inquired

"I'll be ten this March," he stated confidently

"Well that is quite a big birthday," as I said this I put my hand under his chin to feel his glands. "They definitely are swollen," I wheeled my chair behind Timothy and took my stethoscope off of my neck. "Deep breathe in and out,"

"There you go- good!" I looked at his chart and at the notes the E.R doctor had written "Are you having trouble sleeping?"

"Not normally, but I haven't slept in a while,"

"That's from the throat pain?"

"Yes,"

"Alright, well were going to make sure you get a good night's sleep from now on," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder.

"I'll go get scrubbed up and then, I believe you and I have a date in the operating room," I walked out from the curtain and to the nurse's station. "Go ahead and get him prepped and wheeled into O.R 1. I'll meet him and his mother in the room. Mom can stay until he falls asleep,"

Gosh! I was so glad to do some "relaxing" surgery, no surprises or sad news for family members; just me, a scalpel and my patient. I went in to change and relaxed when I was out of my high heels, pencil skirt, and silk button down. I switched to less formal attire: white scrubs, slipper like shoes, and a surgical cap. Ahh yes after my week this was heaven. "Doctor? Would you like to listen to the radio during surgery?"

"Yes, any station playing Glenn Miller will be good," I walked into the operating room, talked to Timothy and began his surgery when the anestisia had taken effect. I made the first incision when one of my favorite songs came on the radio.

If you ever go down Trinidad

They make you feel so very glad

Calypso sing and make up rhyme

Guarantee you one real good fine time

"SCAPLE"

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola "SUCTION"

Go down Point Koomahnah "SPONGE"

Both mother and daughter

Workin' for the Yankee dollar "FORCEPS"

Since the Yankee come to Trinidad

They got the young girls all goin' mad

Young girls say they treat 'em nice

Make Trinidad like paradise "LONG FINGERS"

Drinkin' rum and Coca-Cola "SCAPLE"

Go down Point Koomahnah

Both mother and daughter

Workin' for the Yankee dollar

I was really in the zone, this is fabulous… "Dr. Bennett your needed in the E.R," ha! I knew somebody would ruin my lovely day. "What's the emergency?"

"Something REALLY bad,"

"Alright, I'll be right there, find another doctor to finish the surgery," I hastily tore off my gloves and my gown and ran out of the O.R. I untied my mask so that it was hanging around my neck like a necklace. I Ran into the Emergency Department expecting to see or hear someone crying and bleeding having been brought in from a bad accident- but nobody was rushing around and nobody was crying. I walked over to the front desk ready to find out why the hell I was called out of surgery for nothing, and all I saw was a nurse, and a rather tall dark haired man.

He was wearing what looked to be a very nice blue button down shirt, (I'm assuming) custom made navy slacks, and a very fine leather belt. Tucked in to the collar that was unbuttoned two buttons where aviator sunglasses and on top of all of that he was wearing a (probably) Burberry trench coat.

They were laughing and flirting about god knows what which made me all the more angry. "Excuse me, Nurse?" the Nurse didn't even look up when she heard me talk. "Yes, ma'am?" she said icily. Then I remembered who she was- she was part of the group of nurses that petitioned to have me not work at the hospital because I am a woman. "Actually it's Doctor, although I'm sure you already know that," I said with a shit- eating smile. "Yes, Doctor?"

"Would you like to explain to me why the fuck you had me pulled OUT of surgery telling me that it's an emergency and had me leave MY patient on the table?"

"Ohhhh. You were in surgery rigghhht…" she tapped the side of her nose, and proceeded to put her hand to the side pretending to whisper to Mr. Trench coat. "When she says "surgery" she made quotation marks with her other hand. "She means play doctor with one of the many doctors in this hospital in the supply closet," I couldn't believe she said that about me!

"And how would you know this Nurse? I know you prefer to be in the comfort of the flavor of the week's office when you give him relief for his… hmmm how do you say it? Ailment?" The look of shock that appeared on her face really was priceless! "I called you out of surgery because this is the man you've been waiting all week for!" she stormed off in a huff.

I looked at Lewis Nixon and anger filled me to the very top. He decided to show up six days later! Six! Maybe I would've understood two days later, but six? I knew as soon as I opened my mouth I would say something nasty and regret it later, but I didn't listen to my conscience; I was too angry.

"Well. Well. Well, if it isn't Mr. Nixon. I was beginning to think you were the late Mr. Nixon. Finally decide to climb out of your bottle of booze?"

"Oh. You're a feisty one aren't you? Seems like you need some booze lady!" he stated

"Ha!" I scoffed

"I'm going to finish my surgery and we'll talk later- if you're liver makes it until then," I smiled a very fake smile and walked out of the room.

I know what I said was harsh, but I didn't care- he deserved it! I was now very angry, and anyone who's smart knows to stay out of my way when I get angry. I walked outside of the O.R and asked a nurse if the tonsillectomy was still going on- she said no. Well of course! But I had to make Mr. Nixon wait; after all he made me wait six days. Maybe I was being completely unreasonable and childish but that really wasn't going to stop me. So, I did the only logical thing possible- I went to the Beauty Parlor…

I felt so pampered after they had put my golden blonde hair in pin curls, painted my nails deep red, and did my makeup. I didn't regret doing this on my lunch break at all. But, it was a slow day at the hospital, and I didn't have any more patients left for the remainder of the day- so I went shopping at Bergdorf's. This was something I really loved to do whenever I got the chance (which wasn't very often.) I went up to the counter at the shoe salon and asked to see some of their heels. I ended up with some very gorgeous black and white spectator pumps, my mother would've had a fit if she saw me wearing five inch heels, but they really were fabulous. And I also picked out of pair of simple black patent leather pumps- every girl needs a pair!

I made my way over to the women's sportswear department and the sales lady pulled out some amazing dresses, skirts, slacks, and blouses for me. I chose two outfits one was a burgundy pencil skirt which fell a little past the knee, a champagne colored silk button down, and a black cashmere sweater. The second was the one I decided to wear back to the hospital. It consisted of long navy trousers with pockets, a long-sleeved brownish orange V-neck blouse, and a small strand of pearls. I picked out a camel coat and brown leather gloves in the outerwear department, and lastly I made my way over to the haberdashery and opted out of buying a hat, instead a thin silk navy colored headband.

I think I had kept Mr. Nixon waiting long enough.