Sahira still looked at him with pure determination in her eyes. "It is very kind that you worry about me, but I assure you there's no need." In Hanssen's mind there truly was no need. That part of his past was dead and buried and an unwelcome visitor from his past would not change that. "I swear to you that the patient is of no consequence."

It was shocking to Sahira, how his head could be so far up in the clouds. It worried her too, that something could be so painful for him to remember that he chose to erase that part of him altogether. Henrik Hanssen always faced fact and never tried to convince himself that things were different from what they really were. "Right. fine." She begrudgingly conceded. Seemingly defeated she headed towards the door. Just as she was about to open it, a sort of D Day spirit flooded into her, she wouldn't let this die. "The patients name is Kristian Hanssen." His eyes could not hide the flash of fear that the name brought and Sahira knew that things were not as simple as Henrik made them out to be. "He said he's from Sweden. Also that his father died when he was young, that he has a mother left behind in his country," she paused before continuing, wondering if this was actually for the best, "and that he had a half brother once, who came over to board in Britain aged nine." Henrik's face remained emotionless and his body betrayed no feelings, but it was the eyes that gave him away, it was always the eyes. She hated being angry at Henrik, knowing what the man had done for her, but she hated being lied to even more. "Now look me in the eyes and tell me that patient is of no consequence!" She demanded, anger thread through her voice. He looked up at her with guarded eyes, daring her to pry further but when he couldn't even find the words to reply she shook her head in disappointment. "No, I didn't think you could." She then left him standing in the middle of his office and slammed the door behind her.

On Darwin, Kristian was puzzled. The doctor that had attended to him earlier seemed to be particularly nosey. He couldn't think why it mattered if he had any siblings, he was the one in hospital, not his half brother after all, although he doubted if he would know if his half brother was in hospital. For all he knew his half brother could have died years ago, but if the misery guts chose to cut off all communications, what the hell could he do about it?

Outside he overheard another doctor speaking to a nurse. "Has that patient had anyone from GS to see him yet?" The ginger haired doctor asked in a very clipped and annoyed tone as she gestured over to him.

"Not since he came round Miss Naylor." Kristian felt sorry for the poor nurse. She must have been only young and seemed petrified under the doctor's gaze.

The doctor rolled her eyes. "I wonder if Nigella and the hubby have had a little tiff." She remarked sarcastically. "Alright I'll page Mr Hanssen" The doctor seemed a bit put out by having to do it as she walked past him and down the corridor out of sight. Again he was puzzled, he was Mr Hanssen and he severely doubted that the doctor would need to page him. This hospital was strange, very strange indeed.

A couple of minutes later he heard the same doctor's voice again coming back up the corridor. "Thank you Mr Hanssen. I think this patient needs your attention quite quickly. It's a CTU case you see." Kristian turned to look out of the window, his mother had always told him it was rude to eavesdrop, so he attempted to look like he wasn't. "Here he is." Kristian looked back up and his mouth dropped. His eyes were truly deceiving him."Mr Hanssen this is... Sorry I didn't catch your name."

"Kristian." He replied, never taking eyes of the off Henrik.

Henrik returned the stare. "You may leave us now Miss Naylor." Jac looked between the two men, something was up. The atmosphere was similar to a cowboy showdown rather than a hospital. Slightly confused she left them. Henrik advanced into the room, trying to keep an air of professionalism despite the somewhat awkward situation. He was after all a doctor. "What seems to be the problem?"

"I never knew you worked here." Kristian regarded his half brother warily. It had been years, in fact decades since they last spoke to each other, let alone meet face to face. At least it explained the other doctor's interest in his family life.

"Evidently, otherwise you wouldn't be looking at me as if I had just popped out of thin air." Sarcasm had always been Henrik's first line of defence. Some people call sarcasm the lowest form of with but to him it was an art form and a useful tool.

Kristian scoffed, nothing had changed in his half brother. He was still the same infuriating person from all those years ago. "You know you can speak to me in Swedish, or have you completely forgotten your roots?" The insult was obvious, but the two never did see much point in disguising their feelings towards each other.

"I am a qualified English doctor, working in an English hospital, so therefore I shall speak English." His voice was stern, as if talking to some incompetent F1. "If you feel you cannot conduct a conversation in English then I shall call for an interpreter, though you don't seem to have much trouble currently. Either way, I am just here to do my job efficiently." He moved his patient's hands away from his stomach, dispensing with the usual niceties such as asking if he could do so and quickly started pressing down on the stomach. "Tell me if it hurts."

"Fine, have it your way." Kristian rolled his eyes. "We have not heard from you since you were 18! Not a phone call, letter or even just a post card. Mother convinced herself you were dead." It felt strange to Kristian lecturing his older brother – half brother – but sometimes he could act like such a petulant child.

Henrik sighed as he stopped examining the stomach. "Well as you can see I'm very much alive." Not that you would care he tagged on in his head.

"I have children Henrik!" Kristian near enough shouted in exasperation at his half brother. "They used to ask me if they had cousins or an aunty. All I could tell them is that they had an uncle..."

"Half uncle." Henrik coldly interjected.

"Half uncle then, who, for all I knew, could have died." They had both missed so much of the other's life and truth be told it saddened Kristian. He wanted his kids to have known their uncle, he had wanted that typical brother-come-best man speech at his wedding. "I got married and I didn't even know where to send your invite. We didn't know where you'd gone, what had happened to you, if you were ok. Granted we never got on but we were half brothers Henrik, something that seems to mean nothing to you."

That last statement made Henrik see red. How dare he pin this on him? After all, Kristian never had anything to run from. "So this is all my fault is it?" He said, raising his voice, attracting the attention of passersby. Kristian looked at him, knowing fine well it wasn't entirely his half brother's doing. Realising he was seriously close to losing it, Henrik turned to the one place he felt fully in control, medicine. "Now you have a tear in your pancreas and we will operate on you tomorrow. However your stomach does not feel distended but we will send you down for an abdominal CT scan anyway." He said coolly as he signed off the patient's chart. "Until then it may pay you to get some sleep."

Just as he was leaving HDU he turned back round to Kristian. He remembered how Sahira had come to him in hysterics just after he had examined him. Something he had said to her had extremely hurt her. It didn't matter who Kristian was or his connection to him, no one was allowed to hurt Sahira. Turning back into HDU he looked at Kristian with serious and stony eyes. "If I ever find Miss Shah outside my office in tears after examining you again, I will come down on you like a tonne of bricks." Without waiting for a response, Henrik stalked back down to his office.