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Disclaimer: I do not own the HBO miniseries Band of Brothers, nor do I ever intend to. I am writing this purley for my own enjoyment. This is based off of the charecters in the miniseries NOT the real people. I wish to offend no one!

I was calm this time when I walked into the hospital. It seemed that a beauty parlor and shopping trip did me a lot of good, of course that was until I went to meet with Mr. Nixon. "Well aren't you looking refreshed!" stated Dr. Hastings

"Thank you! I figured I needed a little R&R,"

"Indeed you did- he's waiting in your office,"

"Oh goody," sarcasm lining my voice, I went up the elevator to the third floor of the hospital where my corner office was located. Nurse Collins was pushing a cart, and stopped when she saw me. "Wow! You look great,"

"Thank you! I figured a little waiting wouldn't kill him,"

"You're right about that, Please don't kill him though- it would look so bad on the hospitals record," she said smiling.

"Ha ha very funny," sarcasm was back

"I better get going, have fun," I walked towards my office, meeting the receptionist- Lavern at the front desk. She handed me five papers and told me about who called, and the calls I had to make. I thanked her, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Mr. Nixon was sitting in the chair that was behind my desk, arms brought up towards the back of his head, his feet were propped up on my cherry wood desk. "Ahh, and the ice queen thaws, looking almost human.

"Oh look, the rich spoiled jerk from earlier made himself quite comfy," I motioned towards my desk.

"Well it seems that your couch isn't really made for sitting on. It's very icy- like you,"

"I'd be careful what comments you throw around, Mr. Nixon. I do have access to quite a plethora of sharp objects, that I am paid to use,"

"If I were your boss, I wouldn't trust you with sharp objects. I'd put you on tongue depressor detail,"

"Ever the charmer, now get off my chair,"

"Fine. But only because I have no idea what kinds of medical tools you keep in there," he pointed towards the drawers in my desk. When he decided to get up I took his place behind my desk and took a cigarette from my desk, lighting it and taking a slow drag.

"I never thought you to be the smoking type of person, you're too uptight,"

"I started last year and never could quit,"

"Could I get one?"

"Nope," We just sat there for a while until my cigarette was burnt out and I decided to get down to business. I took out the file I had for baby Jane Doe and began asking Mr. Nixon questions I could add to my notes.

"Do you live in the same house as the baby and Katharine?"

Father has never lived in the same house as baby.

"How long have you and Katharine been married?"

4 years

"Why don't you live in the same house as the baby?"

Joined the Army, went overseas and never met the baby until he came home.

"What role did you play in the war?"

"Why are you asking these questions?"

"Because I can, what role did you play in the war?"

Served in the U.S Army as a Captain in the 101st Airborne. Was a paratrooper intelligence officer, served overseas in the ETO.

"I think that's enough questions for now, I need to give you a blood test though," I got up from my chair and made my way over to the closet on the other side of my office. "Why exactly do you have to stick me with a needle? Don't you already have a Lewis Nixon doll for that?"

"I need to make sure you are who you say you are,"

"Goddammit," I said rather loudly

"What's the issue now?" I threw my shoes off and stood on my tipy- toes reaching for the top shelf of the closet. I gave up after almost falling on the large amount of medical supplies. "Here," he made his way over to me and stood at the closet motioning to it "what do you need from the top?" I pointed towards a box and said "there's a yellow stretchy band in that brown box," he reached up and grabbed it making me feel very short. "There you are shorty," he said handing me the Tourniquet.

"Shut up," I said half-heartedly and gathered the rest of my supplies. Needle, tubing, two yellow tubes, Tourniquet, alcohol, gauze, gloves- good! I placed all my supplies down on a metal rolling tray and began the process of cleaning Mr. Nixon's arm.

I began to feel a little awkward, the room was silent, and here I was unbuttoning his shirt. I unbuttoned the cuff and rolled it up to his rather muscular bicep. Okay- I was defiantly blushing now! He is probably so strong from paratrooper training- I wonder what the rest looks like… I tied the Tourniquet around his bicep and began searching for a vein on the inside of his arm. I had also forgotten at this point that my shirt was a V-neck and was cut a little lower, so that when I bent down you could see well- a lot! I had also forgotten that the only thing I was wearing underneath my shirt was a black lace bra. As I was cleaning Mr. Nixon's arm and looking at his bicep he kept clearing his throat and a little blush had crept up on his stubbly cheeks. I was probably giving him a full show! But, thought nothing about it at the time; and began getting ready to place the needle.

Then he spoke, making me jump. "Why do you keep calling my daughter the baby?"

"What?"

"You heard what I said,"

"Just let me get this needle in then we can talk about it,"

"HA got it!" I said, happy that I placed the needle well. I got my two tubes of blood, took the needle out, and took the blood to the secretary to be taken by messenger to the lab.

"Time to answer your question. Do you have any idea why I called you here today?"

"No,"

"Did you think about it at all?"

"Yes, the worst crossed my mind," I took a seat next to him and looked at him. I wasn't going to be rude, snide, or smart when I told him this. I was going to act professional.

"Six days ago your wife and baby got into a car and were driving. A speeding taxi, and a milk truck collided with you wife's car. Your wife was brought here first with her father; she had some severe abdominal bleeding, and just couldn't hold on. I did everything I could,"

"Did you really?" he stated sounding hostile.

"Yes. I did, I began to perform a tracheotomy to help her breath- but it was no use. She pleaded with me to let her go, but to save her baby," he put his head in his hands; I squeezed his broad shoulder and then left the room for a few moments so he could collect himself. He came out a couple of minutes later came straight over to me and said "I want to see Charlotte,"

"Charlotte?"

"My baby,"

"Okay. Follow me," we walked in silence as we made our journey through the hospital, as angry as I was at him, I really did feel bad for him and I could see all the guilt he was feeling written all over his face. I opened the door, asked Molly to leave and went over to pick up Charlotte from her crib. She made some noises almost resembling talking as I picked her warm little body up from her crib and rested her on my hip. "Here Charlotte, your daddy wants to see you," I whispered quietly to her. I handed her to him and he just held her out in front of himself for a second, then Charlotte began to cry. He handed her back to me looking disappointed and I held her rocking her to sooth her.

When she began to calm down, and rest her head on my shoulder, I spoke "she's been a little out of it since her surgery. Don't take it personally, she's been fussy," I lied

"Yeah. Sure," he avoided looking at me and Charlotte as he took a seat on the wicker rocking chair next to the crib. He exhaled and leaned back looking past me and the baby. "Do you have someone you can call? To help you?"

"I'll be fine,"

"It's not you I'm worried about," I placed Charlotte back in the crib and pulled blankets up around her; I smoothed her hair and made my way to the door. "I'll be back later; I'm on call right now. If you need anything pull the string for the nurse,"

"Fine,"

I went over to the nurse's station, picked up the NEW PATIENT clip- board, and looked over the E.R patients that would need me. It was seven p.m. time for a shift change, and I was the next on call surgeon for the night. My eyes squared in on room three- gunshot wound. Oh boy! These could be some of the craziest cases especially on a Saturday night during a full moon right in downtown New York City. You never knew what you would find when you opened those doors- and I loved it.

Tonight was defiantly going to be one of those nights; outside of room three were two police officers. One put out his hand to stop me from going in to the room. "Ma'am, there's a dangerous criminal in there no business for a lovely lady such as yourself," I took his hand off my arm "Thank you for your concern officer, but I believe that is my business. I am the doctor," he put his hand out again "I relive that you're the doc ma'am, but that man is convicted of some crimes against ladies. I don't want to see a beautiful woman such as yourself be treated in an ungentlemanly manner,"

"If he tries anything I'll just kick em' where it hurts,"

"Don't say I didn't try Doctor,"

"I wouldn't dream of it, now I believe that criminal and I have a date with a scalpel," he finally decided to let me through after that and I entered the room and treated the criminal without any funny business, did a five hour emergency laparotomy on him, and was now going to enjoy some coffee and five minutes of peace. The Emergency Department was no longer busy, in fact- we had no customers whatsoever since the GSW in room three. I was praying that I would be able to go home early if I wasn't needed anymore. All I would have to do is check on the Nixon family and then I would be free to go home to my apartment and draw myself a nice bubble bath and pour myself a glass of scotch.

I made the trek back to the PICU scrubs still on, coffee cup in hand. I expected to see Mr. Nixon sitting in the rocking chair, but instead a nurse I had never seen before was feeding Charlotte. "Where did Mr. Nixon go?"

"To get some dinner maybe?"

"It's twelve o'clock,"

"I haven't seen him doctor," I scanned the room for an idea and found a note on the metal rolling tray next to the crib. It look scribbled and rushed.

Doctor,

I am in no state to be a parent. You are better at it then I am. Find a nice place for Charlotte to go, I have a life to live and being a single father wasn't in my plans. Don't come and find me. I'll send money for Charlotte. I don't want her to grow up with a disgrace for a father. But don't even know her.

Nixon

I couldn't believe it! How selfish he was being- all because Charlotte cried when he held her. And whose fault was it that he doesn't know her? Sure, he was in Europe, but I have a strong feeling that he cheated on his wife during that time. I knew he wouldn't go far- but I also knew exactly where he would be headed. I wanted answers, and I wanted them now!

I walked in to Eddie's bar (the closest to the hospital) and got strange looks from the few men still there. And I knew I wouldn't have to look very far because there sitting at the bar was Lewis Nixon a bottle of disgusting Vat 69 in his hand and sitting on his lap was a call girl dressed in lace stockings and whispering in his ear. Boy was this a sight! I'm sure I probably looked very foolish in my white blood stained scrubs and my hair pulled into a large bun atop my head but I didn't care. All I cared about was the well-being of a certain brown haired brown eyed baby. "Mr. Nixon?" I said tapping him on the shoulder.

"It's after hour's sweet pea. Nixy's mine right now," said the icky good time girl.

"For the whole night baby," Nixon said playfully swatting her thigh.

"Yes, well Nixy can get his money's worth after him and I have a talk.

"Now that's no way to treat a veterinarian," Nixon said slurring his words.

"You're going to get sobered up and then we'll have a talk. I don't care about you being a veteran right now!" I turned and began to walk away when he reached out and grabbed my ass pulling me back towards him. "You look really sexy right now doc, whatda ya say we all go in the back and play doctor?" he said still slurring his words.

"Get your fucking hand off my ass! Bartender!" I yelled

"Get this piece of shit a shower and some coffee. When he's sober we'll talk about this like adults! Although your going to have to pretend," he looked at me with a blank look on his face, while the call girl sat angry with her arms crossed. "And you! Off his lap and get yourself a real job! Nobody deserves to have to be with assholes like this," I motioned towards Nixon.

"Everybody else! Get the fuck out of this bar if you know what's good for you!" all the men in the bar got up and left the call girl got off Nixon and the bartender led him to the back, to shower. As for me- I lit a lucky strike, God knows I needed one!