Sorry for the late update. Been busy with homework and GCSE coursework. So here's a chapter. I'm thinking of finishing this fanfiction soon, so these next few chapters may be leading up to an ending. But I haven't decided yet!

By the way, FULL credit goes to SaintJacTheNazi she suggested the two nicknames for Greg and Oliver so thanks for that!

The Ice Queen returns' Greg exclaimed as he placed a stack of notes onto Jac's desk. He quickly exited the room before Jac could reply.

She had only been back at work for the morning but already was snowed under with patient notes and paperwork to complete. Sahira was on the late shift, so she would be assisted by Greg the Irish Dahli Lama and Oliver the back up boy. What a fun shift it would be.

For the past 6 months, Jac had been spending every day with the twins. That had become her routine. As much as she would miss them she was extremely happy to be back at work. Sighing as she looked at her work desk. One side of the desk was piled high with noes and paperwork. Knowing she couldn't do any surgery until this was done, Jac picked up the first note and began her never-lasting pile of work. Before she started though, she reached into her brief case and got out a photo frame, inside in the frame was a photo of Ethan and Amelia at hers and Joseph's wedding. Jac's desk was bare, no photos or nothing. She never had the excuse to decorate it, unlike Elliot's desk which was decorated with photos. Ones of him and his deceased wife and with his children.

As she finally began to complete her paperwork, her pager beeped repeatedly. Dropping her pen down, Jac clasped her pager, reading it she ran off out her desk towards a patient's bed. Oliver and Greg were already working on the patients as one of them was doing CPR and the other was pushing fluids.

'What do you have for me boys?' Jac demanded as she wondered over and took a quick look at his notes.

'James Davis, he's 50 and has gone into cardiac arrest' Oliver said breathless as he continued to push fluids. Greg on the other hand was putting all energy into doing CPR.

'Cardiac Arrest? shouldn't you of got a crash trolley? Why haven't you got to fetch a team?

Are you trying to kill this man?' Jac bit back as she watched Oliver struggle to find a crash trolley team.

Oliver and the crash team returned immediately. Knowing he was going to be in the deep end with Jac. Oliver took the back seat and watched his mentor harshly push back the patient's t-shirt before picking up the defibrillator paddles.

'CHARGING TO 250, CLEAR' Jac yelled. She was determined not to loose a patient on her first day back.

'AGAIN, CHARGING TO 250. CLEAR' 'Alright, he's back with us luckly' She spoke as she glanced at Oliver, making him feel intimidated 'Prep him for theatre' She asked as she wondered off. Looking back at Greg and Oliver, they were stood away from the patient as they were discussing something. 'NOW Mr Douglas' She shouted.

'Right ok' Greg muttered as he got off to work.

Jac threw her gloves and scrubs into the bin with some force. Herself and Oliver spent most of their theatre time trying to bring Mr Davis back to life. Unfortunately, the last time Mr Davis went into VF he decided to stay there and not come back to life. Before the procedure, Jac hadn't been informed by Greg or Oliver that the patient had Coronary Heart Disease. She found out for herself when she noticed James' blood vessels were looking very narrow due to a build up of Atheroma. Instantly she knew that he had CHD. By this time, James was already gone.

'Someone care to explain why I had to find out by looking at his vessels in theatre that he had CHD?'Jac declared as she looked straight at Greg and Oliver who were stood on the other side of her desk looking a bit worse off.

'You should of read the notes, like a consultant is meant to do?' Oliver replied.

'Excuse me Dr Valentine? If you are trying to get yourself kicked of this case then go ahead keep on making them comments, but if you want to stay on this case and be the professional doctor you are trained to be I suggest you keep your mouth shut unless you want to tell me why neither of you informed me about this?' Jac snapped.

'It was written clearly on his notes Ms Naylor, when you came over when he went into arrest I thought you looked at them?' Greg admitted.

'Yes I did look at the notes, but there was no note to say he had CHD. So one of you either forgot to write it down on his notes or you are trying to sabotage this case? either way, that patient is now dead'

'Honestly it wasn't like that' Oliver murmured out as he peered down to the floor.

'Either of you care to come forward and tell me who's mistake it was?'

Neither Greg or Oliver moved. They both stood still staring at Jac. Who was staring
right back at them. Greg knew he wasn't the one who made the mistake, he was 'helping' some new nurse with the new computer system. Oliver knew it wasn't him either, he hadn't spoke to Mr Davis that day. He remembered Greg being the one to diagnose this case.

Guess it was a case of honesty in this situation.

'Seeing as neither of you have the decency to own up, you have to work out between you which one is going to tell his family that one of you forgot to put his diagnoses on his notes resulting in his death. OK? now leave me in peace'

Both males walked out the room, their faces were straight. Greg laughed as he closed Jac's door. He turnt around to see Oliver, staring right into his eyes. Greg stared back him. Oliver's eyes were full of pure anger, his fists were slowly clenching.

'I don't find this funny Greg?'

'Come on Valentine just at it, you forgot to put the diagnoses on the notes. It was a

simple mistake'

'Simple mistake? encase you have forgotten, the patient is dead'

'Oliver mate, the sooner you go and confess to the Evil Lady Macbeth, the sooner this is all over and we can get on with our job'

Jac thought the emergency theatre with a now dead Mr Davis would be it for today, the ward seemed very quiet and dead. To her surprise today was going to be a busy day. Her pager was going wild. She was rushed off her feet. Haematoma, Pneumothorax, Bronchoscopy. Jac didn't mind performing them procedures, she actually enjoyed them. She strived to work her way to the top of the hospital hierarchy.

Finishing her last theatre slot, Jac paged for Greg and Oliver to see her in her office to sort out this situation.

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'So Mr Douglas Mr Valentine have we come to a conclusion yet?' Jac smirked.

'It was me'

'Well that was obvious. I suggest you go and tell his relatives before they suspect anything'

'Alright then'

'Now Doctor Valentine'

Sitting back in her chair Jac sighed. Who knew that her first day was going to be as complicated as today. She suspected it was Oliver. He hadn't been himself since Penny died. He was more uptight and more argumentative, just like Jac. Picking the pen once again, Jac made her way through the endless amount of paperwork. One by one Jac sighed as she turnt the pages of the paperwork. Being a consultant wasn't all surgery and running around doing emergency procedures.

'Mrs Davis, I'm Dr Valentine I was involved in your husbands case earlier today. Unfortunately he went into an cardiac arrest. We were forced to take him into theatre. Your husband had Coronary Heart Disease. However, it wasn't written on his notes. Our consultant wasn't able to save him. I'm so sorry'

James's wife just sat there, staring at the ground. No words escaped from her mouth but many tears fell from her face. Oliver had broke news to relatives time after time but never had so much guilt in his body as he did now. He sat next to Mrs Davis and comforted her. She didn't take his comfort, she threw his arms off her as she moved away.

'I want to be left alone.. do you hear me? LEFT ALONE' The bitter words flew out her mouth as Oliver rushed to his feet leaving her alone.

Oliver glanced down at his watch it read 10:05pm. He knew Jac would of left to go home but he still made his way to her office. Peering through the window he saw nothing but a pile of paperwork, but the looks of things Jac had given up and gone home. Just as he was about to walk away, he noticed some urban hair resting behind one stack of files.

Slowly tiptoeing towards the desk, the figure of a sleeping Jac Naylor became clear. Her head was flat on bunch of notes. Both her arms were either side of her head. She looked so beautiful, so peaceful. A part of him didn't want to wake her up. It was a rare time that anyone found Jac asleep. On the plus side when Jac was asleep she wasn't ordering Oliver around.