Ok, right I get it, it was harsh, it was weighing on my mind, they definitely needed re-writes, so here they are, I hope they are better than before, I am not taking your comments personally I'm just agreeing with them so please don't feel like you've upset me because I assure you you haven't, so I really do hope this re-write is better.

Henrik sighed frustrated; he had been typing non-stop since 8:30 that morning, it was now 10:30 and he was starting to feel he hadn't had enough coffee. He whipped off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, resting his elbow on the desk. He huffed and ran his hand through his hair. Ready to get back to work he was disappointed when his phone began to ring. He growled lowly as he put his glasses back on and picked up the phone, "Hanssen…what do you mean?...She's here, at the hospital?...Where?...Ok thanks for letting me know." He slammed down the receiver, "Why can't she listen to me for once." He grumbled. Hastily he shut his laptop, got up and left this office.

"Tabitha!"
"Fuck." She cursed under her breath when she recognised the irate growl from behind her. Slowly she turned around to face the tall, angry man who that morning told her not to turn up to work. She hung her head knowing she was in the wrong.
"What are doing?"
"What does it look like?" She motioned to the patient whom she had just helped stabilise.
"What did I tell you this morning?"
"I assure you that it wasn't my intention to come into work today. I wanted a walk around the park to get some practice on the invalid label when this lady just began fitting on the bus. I was the only medical professional on that vehicle so I managed to stabilise her and keep her safe until the ambulance came and so it was only fitting that I accompanied her here in the ambulance." She defended.
He glared, silent for a moment, "My office, now!" He ordered turning and leaving.
She sighed, hanging her head before turning to the nurse, "Are you ok with this now?"
"Of course, you better go, he's not looking happy."
She rolled her eyes, "Tell me about it. Thanks Kelly."

*Knock knock*
"Come in."
She entered to find Henrik stood in the middle of his office looking at his phone.
He turned to see who had entered, "Ah, Tabitha."
"What' up." She casually saluted.
"Why are you here?"
"You asked me to see you?"
"Don't play games, I mean why are you at work?"
"Henrik, I have explained why, I don't see why you're getting so techy and worked up about it, as soon as I know she's stable enough, I'm gunna go home."
Henrik shut his eyes exasperated, "Tabitha, how many times? You're not ready for work. Go home now!" He ordered.
Tabby silently approached him and took a hold of his suit lapel, "I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why you're getting so angry at me." Her voice husky.
He paused for a while, "At the moment you're not properly insured to be treating patients-"
"That's bullshit, Henrik, don't treat me like an idiot, I've read the legal docs numerous amounts of times, I'm your PA remember?" She finished condescendingly.
"And don't I know it." He growled huskily before wrapping his hands around the back of her head and pulling her into a rough and passionate kiss.
Tabby was taken aback at first but soon she settled her hands on his back and went with it. After a few more seconds she felt daring enough to move her hands southbound and she cupped and arse cheek she felt him tense. She smirked into the kiss and began to squeeze and massage the fine piece of muscle she had in her hand. Finally she managed to elicit a quiet moan from him. Unfortunately though they had to break up their heated moment of passion as there was an impatient knock from the door. They quickly parted and Tabby headed to the desk and perched on the front of it.
"Come in." Henrik called once he had composed himself.
"Mr Hanssen, Tabitha, it's the woman that was brought in earlier she's crashed." Marie-Claire explained.
As Tabby reached for her crutch Henrik shot her a warning glance to which she gesticulated questioningly in reply and headed on out anyway.

Henrik was impressed at how fast and nimble she was on her crutch after just one day of using it. She managed to keep ahead of Henrik's usual 'you can't catch me I'm the CEO' walk, he was quite impressed. As they got to the patient Tabby placed her crutch by the bedside table and began checking the woman's vitals.
"Right I can't get a pulse, we need a crash team - she's in VF." She called out, ripping open the woman's shirt revealing a lacy bra and very sleek neck line. Just as Henrik was handing over the bagging apparatus to the nurse, Tabby bent down to check the woman's airway and her arse came straight into contact with his crotch. Now the cramped working conditions that evolve when numerous doctors and nurses appear to help resuscitate a patient mean that, yes, more often than not, accidental inappropriate touching does occur now and again, and this exact same incident had happened with her many times before but this one was different, 1) he's Henrik Hanssen CEO and DoS and 2) it felt like he had an erection, 'Bloody hell.' She thought to herself, 'He hides it extremely well.' She pulled back up and into Henrik arms as he reached around her to place the pads on the woman's chest.
Like ballroom dancers they glided past each other as they switched places.
"Charge 150, clear!"
*Shock*
"And we're back in sinus rhythm." He handed back the paddles before turning and glaring at Tabitha, "Go home." He simply stated annoyed, then he strode away.

It was grey, cold and the rain was pouring down heavily. Hardly any cars were on the road and the next bus wasn't for another twenty minutes. She sat, freezing, dripping and alone. She huddled into herself to try and keep warm, curling her legs to her chest, burying her face into her knees and blowing out hot air to warm her cheeks. A car drove past, rather slowly then it stopped seemingly in front of her. She decided to ignore it, she was far too tired and cold, but then she recognised the engine purr. Soon a door opened and slammed shut and the small 'tink' of an umbrella opening was heard through the sound of the rain splattering on the bus shelter.
"Tabitha." Came a deep and recognisable voice.
She slowly lifted her head to his stern face, though there was a hint of guilt lining it too.
"Get in; let's go home." He held out his hand to her.
Solemnly she lowered her feet, grabbed her crutch and stood, reaching for his hand as she hobbled over to him.
He helped her into the car and soon they were off home.

"So, what was it then, hot chocolate, me or the lacy bra?" She took a sip of tea before placing it down.
"Pardon?" He wrapped a blanket around her.
"Your erection, don't think I didn't notice, Henrik, it was quite the compromising position we ended up in for a few seconds." She teased.
"I didn't have an erection, what on earth are you on about?" He sat down next to her, admiring how strangely good she looked with his pyjamas on.
"Don't lie to me Henrik, I felt it." She moaned teasingly, "It got me quite hot and bothered thinking of where you might put it later." She rolled onto her side and began slowly trickling her fingers down his chest to his crotch, "You, dominantly bending me over your desk, spanking me for being such a bad girl by cumming into work when you ordered me not to." Just as her hand reached his belt she flung herself backwards lying across the sofa next to him, her legs wide open, her head tilted back, she ran her hands down her torso erotically, "Oh, Henrik, tell me how bad I've been, punish me hard for coming into work today."
Henrik stared straight ahead and pushed his glasses up when suddenly, as Tabitha's hands peaked under the waistband of the trousers, in a flash his hand was firmly on top of hers, stopping her from going any further. He turned his head, the light from the window glinting on his glasses; he gave her a grave look, "That's enough." He growled lowly.

She huffed and glanced at the empty cups on the coffee table, "Want another?" She motioned to the mugs.
"Yes please, here I'll do it." He went to get up.
"No Henrik, I can do it by myself." She grabbed the cups and began to hobble to the kitchen.
"Tabitha."
She spun round, "What?"
"Crutch." He held it out for her.
"Why Henrik?"
"Because you need it."
"It is a short walk, I'm fine without it."
"Tabitha, take it now!"
"NO!"
Henrik stared at her in shock, "Excuse me?"
"Stop telling me what to do, Henrik, I'm a grown woman." She shuffled back and placed the cups down again, sitting gently next to him. She took a deep breath and composed herself, "I'm young, I'm still ignorant to most things in this world, you're training me to be a doctor in a hospital, I get that in all aspects of my life you are superior to me. But I am sick and tired and pissed off with the way you try to control me; do this, Tabitha. Do that. Make sure you don't do this. Try not to do that. I have my own life to lead. You know the sign 'Beware of dog, enter at own risk'? Well I want to enter at my own risk, but you prefer to order me around and tell me not to enter and when I do enter, you get so angry with me. It upsets me because all I want to do is please you, but I want to do it on my own terms. Do you understand?"
He nodded slightly solemnly, "Perfectly." He whispered.
She got back to her feet and picked up the mugs, snatching her crutch from him and heading out to the kitchen, pausing by the door, "Do you still want another cuppa?" She asked quietly, not turning around.
Henrik pondered for a moment, "No thank you, I've got some things I should be doing."
To which Tabby left the room in silence.

Henrik headed to the study to carry on with his paperwork when he heard sobs coming from the bedroom. As he took a look, the door revealed Tabby, curled into herself on the floor, in complete tears.
'Christ, the past few events have turned her into a wreck.' He thought to himself.
"I'm so sorry, Henrik. I l-love you and I n-never want t-to hurt you. Please forgive me." She finished on a whisper. Suddenly she heard footsteps approach her and as she lifted her head she found the man she was apologising to crouching down next to her.
"What do you have to apologise for?" He smiled.
"I've been a selfish, disrespectful cow." She murmured
"No you haven't, not at all; I understand how you feel, people forgetting you're a medical professional and telling you to do things you already know, I've been there. But I don't want you to hurt yourself; we're heading to Sweden next week and it would certainly hinder your eligibility to fly."
Her lips slowly curled into a smile, "Thank you, Henrik."
He shook his head, "What do you want for dinner?"
"Salmon."