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Serena had not enjoyed her bath. The thought of Henrik right outside the door had made her feel slightly anxious and self-conscious at the same time. There was no sound coming from the room whatsoever. Did the man not watch television? She sighed heavily as she cleaned the bath tub out, ensuring it was spotless for His Lordship. She even went as far as to dry up the small puddles of water on the floor. She hated the feeling of getting dressed into the same clothes she'd been wearing all day, but she hadn't exactly expected to be forced to stay over. She glanced in the mirror, smiling and shaking her head at her own vanity. She hadn't even removed her makeup. Henrik was the last person she needed seeing her without her makeup on.

The fresh air from the room was almost refreshing as she stepped out of the steamy bathroom. She noticed Henrik glance up from where he was seated and then quickly turn his attention back to his laptop.

"Bathroom's finally free," Serena smiled, heading over to the bed. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. This situation was not exactly something she had expected or even imagined happening.

"Yes, thank you, Ms Campbell," Henrik answered, his lips twitching upwards in a form of appreciation.

"Anything interesting?" She asked, motioning towards his laptop.

"Nothing more than the usual," Henrik answered.

Serena could feel she was starting to get irritated. The man showed no animation at all.

A knock at the door made them both pause, glancing at each other before Serena finally decided to open the door.

Her worst nightmare appeared in front of her. "John," she said, glancing back at Henrik who looked oddly amused.

"Serena," John smiled. "I wondered what had happened to you two this afternoon. Looks like we're neighbours for the night."

"Oh, just for the night? Pity," she smirked.

John smiled, choosing to ignore Serena's sarcasm. "So where did you get to this afternoon?"

"Well, after you discovered that we had been 'naughty' at Holby City, we decided to exchange hot, sweaty, passionate . . ." Serena was cut off by Henrik as he practically pushed her aside.

"I do apologize," he said to John, knowing full well that Serena was trying to pull him into the conversation. "We were called away to an emergency labour in town and had to provide assistance until we could transfer the patient to the nearest hospital."

Serena leaned against the wall, watching Henrik speak with an unusual sense of embarrassment. She had never seen him embarrassed before. It was quite endearing. She quashed the thought as quickly as it had entered her brain; this man was insufferable, there was nothing endearing about him. She quickly drew her attention back to the conversation as soon as she noticed Henrik turn to look at her.

"Well?" John asked.

"Well what?"

"Are you going to join us for dinner this evening? We're having an impromptu team building activity to help the morale."

"I believe Ms Campbell was rather excited about dining in the restaurant tonight," Henrik said with a sparkle in his eye.

"Oh, I think you're mistaken," Serena said through clenched teeth. "I believe we were going to have that important conference call with the patient in Berlin."

"The patient in Berlin?" Henrik asked, looking amused. How would she dig her way out of this one?

"The man," Serena nodded. "With the heart problem."

"Wouldn't Professor Hope or Ms Naylor be better suited for that conference call?"

"Mr Hanssen," Serena pushed her way back into the doorway. "You're so modest. You know you're the best at cardiothoracic surgery. Now, if you'd excuse us, John, Mr Hanssen and I need to have a discussion of a scientific nature."

"What kind of scientific nature?"

"The kind that you're not interested in," she glanced back at Henrik who seemed to be enjoying this. "Thank you for your invitation, but on this occasion, Mr Hanssen and I will have to pass."

John glanced at Henrik.

"It is quite a heavy topic for someone who isn't schooled in medicine," Henrik agreed.

"You see?" Serena smiled at John. "Good night. Have fun at your . . . activity . . . thing," she slammed the door, spinning around to face Henrik. "I suppose you enjoyed that, did you?"

"I don't know what you mean," Henrik replied, moving towards the small overnight bag he had brought in from his car.

"Why do you have an overnight bag, anyway? Is it to keep up with all your dalliances across Bristol?"

"I always keep an overnight bag in my boot," Henrik answered, ignoring the second part of her question. "It could come in handy in the case of an emergency such as the one we find ourselves in tonight."

"So," she stared back at him. "No dalliances?"

"I'm going to take a shower," he said, disappearing into the bathroom.

Serena sighed heavily as she perched herself on the edge of the bed. This night was just going to get worse and worse. She heard the sound of the water running from the shower and couldn't help but imagine Henrik getting undressed. The thought unsettled her somewhat and she quickly turned the television on to distract her mind from where it was heading. She wondered if he had thought the same thing about her. She crawled to the top of the bed and rested her head against the pillow as she mindlessly flicked through some channels. The day had exhausted her more than she could imagine and she felt herself nod off after a few minutes.

Henrik ensured the bathroom was spotless after he had used it. He had no doubt Her Highness would kick up a fuss if she stood in a puddle of water on the floor during the night. It was an awkward situation to find himself in. And he couldn't imagine how he would explain to the finance department why they only had one room bill on the company credit card when both of them had stayed over. He was thinking about this as he stepped into the room. It felt colder than it had earlier. He paused as he noticed Serena fast asleep in the centre of the bed. She was still holding onto the television remote. He placed his folded clothes back into his overnight bag and stepped towards the bed, watching the woman sleep. How could someone who looked so peaceful be such a difficult person? He felt like he was intruding on her privacy by watching her so closely. "Ms Campbell?" he whispered from a safe distance. The last thing she needed was to wake up to him hovering over her.

Serena stirred and then fell silent again.

"Ms Campbell," he called a little louder.

"Mmmm?" she mumbled, opening one eye.

"Do you want me to order you anything to eat? Or do you want to go to sleep?"

"I need a drink," she said, pulling herself up.

"Water?"

"Wine," she answered groggily, rubbing at her eyes. She watched as Henrik reached for the room service menu, scanning through it as passed it to her. He was wearing a typical blue and black pinstriped, long sleeved pair of pyjamas. She almost envied how comfortable it looked. "I don't think they do sushi," she smiled.

"Apparently not," Henrik replied miserably.

"Bottle of merlot?" She asked, not expecting him to accept this.

"I don't suppose there's anything stopping us."

"Uh, okay," Serena felt she was at a loss for words. She let Henrik place their order. The prospect of wine was the only thing keeping her awake.

When it arrived, she poured both glasses to the rim, watching as Henrik took a seat, placing his plate neatly on his lap. She walked over, carefully putting his glass down on the coffee table.

"Thank you."

"I can't believe it's still snowing," she said as she leaned against the window sill, staring out at the snow covered landscape. It was beautiful. She turned back just in time to notice Henrik watching her and felt a strange tingle down her spine. She'd be happier to believe she was having a stroke than experiencing any feelings of attraction towards this man who was, in essence, her competitor.

She grabbed a piece of her sandwich, trying to ignore the peculiar feeling.

Henrik watched her standing by the window with a glass of wine in her hand, the glow of the snow outside creating a silhouette of her. She seemed peaceful, unlike what he was used to. She was usually rushing about the hospital, making sure she was always one step ahead of everyone else. He couldn't help but wonder what it might feel like to have someone to come home to at night; someone to relax with. When she turned back to him, he caught her eye and quickly averted his gaze, hoping she had not misread the longing in his eyes.

Serena took another sip of wine. The sandwich had filled her, even though she hadn't eaten most of it. She had not felt hungry. Perhaps it was the strange situation she found herself in.

"It's getting late," Henrik finally said, swallowing the last bit of wine in his glass.

Serena nodded, watching him head over to the bathroom with his toothbrush. It had been a while since she had had a man anywhere near her bed and the thought of sleeping next to this one made her feel like a shy school girl. She waited for Henrik to finish before heading over and using the toothbrush provided by the hotel. When she came out of the bathroom, Henrik was standing next to the bed.

"I can always sleep on the floor," he said.

"I thought we'd already had this conversation," she smiled as she climbed onto the bed and under the duvet.

"Well, you do have the right to change your mind," he replied.

"As long as you don't roll over onto me during the night, I think we'll be fine," Serena said and then grimaced as she thought what she had said through. "And suffocate me," she quickly added.

Henrik smiled at the thought. He climbed into his side of the bed, pulling the duvet up to his chest. "Good night, Ms Campbell."

"Night," she called from under the duvet.

He glanced over at her and noticed she had brought the duvet up to her nose. It was definitely cold in the room. He turned the light off, rolling on to his side. His earlier exhaustion had passed and he found he was having difficulty sleeping. He was acutely aware of the woman beside him.

Serena could hear Henrik breathing beside her. She had to fight off the strange sensation of feeling attracted to him. She couldn't sleep with him so close to her. A part of her wouldn't mind if he turned around and reached out to her. Perhaps that was the wine talking. The thought of his hands running over her body was quite thrilling. She tried to think of something else; these thoughts were not conducive to a healthy working environment.

Henrik had finally fallen asleep when he awoke to a movement beside him. He felt a warm body pressed up against him. It took him a few seconds to realize where he was before it dawned on him that it was Serena beside him. He wasn't sure what to do. If he moved, she would almost certainly wake up and they would both feel awkward. If he did nothing and pretended to be asleep, she would eventually awake and feel awkward herself. He figured it made more sense to allow her to sleep. There was no point in causing an upset. And it was freezing. Her body beside him was comforting.

There was a loud knock at the door.

Henrik instinctively reached for the bedside lamp. His eyes stung as they adjusted to the light. He glanced down at Serena who was now also awake. She seemed more confused than he was.

"What time is it?" she asked with a husky voice.

"Late," Henrik answered as he got to his feet, unlocking the door. John stood there, looking concerned. "This is perhaps not the time for a social call."

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I need your help. One of the participants from the seminar has been injured."

"Injured?"

"He's been stabbed," John whispered. "I need some help."

"How was he stabbed?" Serena joined Henrik at the door.

"There was a . . .uh . . . an incident."

"Well, a man's been stabbed," Serena snapped. "So obviously there was an incident."

"Can you just come down and help, please?"

"This is ridiculous."

"We'll be right there," Henrik closed the door, reaching for his overnight bag.

"How did I know he was going to cause trouble?" Serena mumbled as Henrik quickly got changed into his clothes. She pulled on her boots and followed Henrik out into the corridor. It seemed quiet until they reached the restaurant area where a woman was sobbing into her sleeve. She had blood all over her t-shirt.

"What exactly happened?" Serena asked as John showed them the way.

"We had quite a bit to drink," John explained. "I'm not entirely sure."

Serena froze as she noticed a man at the bar, holding onto a knife. "Uh, Henrik."

Henrik turned to see what she was looking at. "I'm assuming the police have been called?"

"They're trying to get out here now. He's poses no risk," John said, watching the man shaking with shock.

"Perhaps someone had better remove the knife from his hands," Serena hissed.

The man turned to look at them. His eyes seemed glazed over; as if he was using some kind of medication or in some kind of trance.

Henrik instinctively reached out and pulled Serena to his side, away from the man. She didn't protest. "Let's find our patient," he said, allowing John to guide them, but keeping an eye on the man at the bar. He felt oddly protective of the woman beside him.

"Oh my God," he heard Serena exclaim as he followed them into the chef's office. A man was lying on his side, blood seeping out of his abdomen from where he had been repeatedly stabbed. "We're going to need to stop the bleeding."