Kaysia, just curious but what have you suddenly got against Tabby recently? What don't you like about her character now? Maybe I could change a few things.
This has a slightly gay ending, I know, but I couldn't think of anything else.
*Knock knock*
"Come in."
"Is that true?" The Scotsman stormed in leaning against the desk.
Hanssen quickly minimised the page he was looking at, "I'm sorry, I don't follow."
"You and Tabby, an item?"
Henrik sighed, "Well it is true but I'd like to know where that information came from?"
Johnny stood and began to pace, "I bloody knew it, it's all around the hospital, Mo caught you with your hand on Tabby's back in the foyer."
"Ah, I see. So why is this bothering you?"
"Now I know why you're covering her back, you know you need to stop this right now before it gets too far-"
"There will be no investigation because one is not needed so things are fine!"
Johnny slammed his hands onto the desk, "She is going to do something catastrophic at some point, she will go down like the Titanic and she will drag you down with her unless you get out now."
"Since when did I ask for relationship advice from you?" Henrik barked.
"Tabby is going to make a total fool out of you-"
"Tabby is going away soon."
"Where?"
"None of your business."
Johnny held his hands up, "Fine, but don't go looking to me for help when Tabby's tied a breeze block to her ankle and grabbed you by the wrist, alright?" He slammed the door.
Henrik stared at the floor for a moment before swiping his glasses off his face and running his hands through his hair; Tabby was a fine doctor and was going to make a fine surgeon but he needed to ask himself the question: if she did cock things up, would he be willing to risk all for her? Was she even worth it?
"Can we order an ultrasound for Ms Yamamoto please and I think Miss Richter can be discharged." Tabby instructed Chantelle.
"Ordered the ultrasound?" Came the stuck up voice from behind.
"Nurse Lane's doing it now, anything else, Master?" She hugged some notes to her chest as she turned to face him.
"Nope. Tell you what, you look like you could use a drink…"
"Iie, anata wa watashi taipu janai." She grinned smugly.
"What does that mean?"
She slapped his chest with the notes as she handed them to him, "Ask Erika. Tell you what she can do your translation work for you too, since you're sending me home." She began to back towards the door.
James glanced back at the Asian nurse currently sorting out the drugs cabinet before turning back to Tabby leaving, "Tabby wait!"
"And I'll tell you what I need, a night to myself with a hot bath and lovely glass of vino, enjoy the rest of your shift." She casually saluted before disappearing through the doors, leaving a flustered James Harvey looking at a loss as to what to do now.
"That Hanssen is in a bad situation." Johnny mumbled as he sat at the nurses' station and flicked through some notes.
"Why?" Mo wheeled her chair over.
"I can'na really talk about it."
Mo poked him in the arm, "Course you can, we're buddies right?...right?"
"Yeah, but… ok, read this." He handed Mo a transparent file containing the report.
After reading the summary Mo's face contorted into a look of shock, "You're kidding."
"No, and guess who's covering her arse?"
"I'm sure he is." She laughed, but as Johnny shot her an unamused look she quickly stopped, "*Cough* sorry." She turned her attention back to the sheets, "But why are you getting so humpy about it, this says an inquest is 'recommended' not 'needed' so what's up?"
"Hanssen did not hesitate to lie for her; he was willing to put his career on the line for her."
"Aww, that's quite sweet actually, stupid yeah, but what's so wrong about a man protecting his woman?"
"Nothing, it's just… do you think I'm overreacting?"
Mo pulled a face of apologetic agreement and nodded her head.
"Fine." He sighed, "So if she made a catastrophic cock up that put her career at risk would you vouch for her?"
"Well it depends on what she's done but I would probably yes. I mean I would support her on this, it wasn't her fault, the patient crashed, they had no time to do anything else, and they were nowhere near the emergency equipment needed so manual resuscitation needed to be done."
Johnny pondered her words as she pushed herself back to her desk; maybe she was right, maybe he has taken this out of all proportion, of course Hanssen doesn't want to see his lover's career fall apart in front of him, it's natural for him to protect her, but Johnny was certain that if her misconduct was serious enough, The boss would have the right mind to feed her to the wolves.
*Knock knock*
"Come in."
"Well hello, Mr Hanssen." Her sultry voice was a pleasant interruption to his Ludwig Berger and as he opened his eyes, there she was, posing seductively against his office door.
"Don't you have patients to attend to?" He asked pausing his music, his voice deep and sexy.
"Mm mm." She shook her head, closing the door behind her, "Mr Harvey asked to take over Ms Yamamoto's care, so I'm free for the rest of afternoon." She strolled over to behind his chair, placing her hands on his shoulders as she began to massage. She leaned to his left ear, "It's been a tough day." She whispered, then moving to his right ear, "You're all tense." As he rolled his head back at the sensation of her skilled hands on his shoulders she moved back to his left ear, "Maybe I could…"
Finally she moved back to his right ear, "…Help you out." She whispered seductively before teasingly licking his ear lobe. Her hands ran down his torso to his crotch as she began to kiss and nibble at his neck.
Suddenly she felt his hands on hers, "I don't think this is appropriate right now." Though his voice clearly gave away his need and want for her to carry on.
"Do you not want me to help?" She asked in mock disappointment.
He let go of her hands and she immediately began to undo his belt buckle and trousers. Though he roughly took a hold of her hands again, "No!" He seemed serious about it this time so she let go and went back to giving him a relaxing and stress relieving shoulder massage. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and as she began to kiss his neck lovingly he placed his hands on her arms and closed his eyes as he enjoyed the sensation of her tongue over his skin.
Suddenly there came a knock at the door.
Tabby let go and headed over to the sofa quickly before Henrik gave the call to come in.
"Come in."
"Mr Hanssen…" The Scot entered, gingerly shutting the door behind him and heading over to one of the chairs, "…I need to apologise for what I said earlier…"
Tabby made sure she kept low key in the background, this was interesting and she wanted to find out more.
"…I was out of line and disrespectful and I'm sorry for my words."
'Ooh, I wonder what he said.'
"Well *cough* I appreciate your apology and I understand why you felt the need to inform me of what you did but if you ever speak to me in such a way again you will be facing more than just a warning. Now I'm rather busy so if you may excuse me?" He motioned Johnny to the door.
"Of course, thank you, Mr Hanssen."
As the door clicked shut Tabby made her way back over to Henrik to take him into her arms again, "You're still looking stressed." She pointed out.
"That's because I am."
"How would you like a strong hot coffee? Or, even better, shall we raid your secret draw for an expensive, Belgian Cabernet?"
Henrik got to his feet, "Well, I do have a bottle of Cabernet Dorsa, but I was recently sent a beautiful rose." He opened his corner cabinet and reached to the bottom for a couple of glasses and the bottle of wine.
Tabby took a seat on Henrik's chair whilst he poured the glasses, "So what was Johnny apologising about?"
"Um, we had a disagreement about a patient that's all." He covered.
"Oh, well I had to work with James Harvey: Orthopaedic Twat."
Henrik handed her a glass, "Oh? And how did that work out for you?"
"Meh. Anyway, here's to a, so far, successful emergency day." She held up her glass.
"Quite." Henrik smiled holding his glass up before they both took a sip.
Tabs gave Henrik his chair back and he soon got back to finishing off his paperwork, Tabby sat on his desk facing him whilst she finished off her glass.
"I will be in my office if you need me, ok?" She put down her glass and headed for the door.
"Tabitha?"
She poked her head back around the door, "Yeah?"
"You have an appointment tomorrow morning with Mr Harvey." He handed her the appointment card.
"Oh you basta-"
"Now, now, I know you hate him but mind the language." He warned amused.
"Cheers Henrik, see you later." And with that she left.
The rest of the day went quietly, Tabby had finally got her paperwork sorted when…
*Ring ring*
She checked her wall clock, "At quarter to six? You've gotta be joking." She picked it up anyway, "Tabitha Rees… Oh, hi James." She greeted condescendingly, "Oh Ms Yamamoto?... That's excellent I think we should keep her in overnight though to be sure… Ok, oh and I have been told that we have an appointment for 10:00 tomorrow morning?... Nope it's absolutely fine; ok see you then, bye." She placed down the phone with a satisfied sigh, despite his arrogance and posh boy characteristics, and the fact he was a twat, James was actually an alright guy underneath it all, shame he didn't show his plebeian side more often.
She drummed her fingers on the desk whilst looking over the finished papers, "Fuck it, I'll I file it tomorrow." She shut down her computer, grabbed her coat and bag and headed to Hanssen's office after locking her door.
"Give me two moments and I'll be with you." He filed his paperwork away before he too got his coat and briefcase and headed out with Tabby.
They headed to the back of the lift as a few more people got in and during the journey down, Tabby linked her arm through Henrik's and softly leaned her head against him. As they came to a halt on the ground floor she quickly released him and headed for the car park. Though as they strolled across the car park, Tabby was surprised as a hand grabbed hers. Looking to who the hand belonged to, she grinned coyly as they interlaced their fingers and headed for the car.
"I'm going to check on Fran then, I'll be back in 15, well, more like 45 knowing her." She grabbed her rain coat.
Henrik chuckled, "Ok, don't be too long, dinner's nearly ready."
Tabby shut the door and eyed up the heavy rain before hobbling out of the porch, down the steps, up the steps and up the path to Franny's door.
*Knock knock*, "Fran? It's Tabby, I've come to put your dinner on! You alright?" Tabby called, wiping her feet.
"Ooh, lovely." Franny shuffled into the hallway where the young doctor was hanging up her coat, "Is it wet out there, dear?"
"Uch, it's chucking it down." She opened the door for Fran to have a look.
"Oh dear."
Tabby placed her finger to her lips to Fran before pocking her head around the wall, "OH MY GOD, HENRIK, COME QUICKLY!"
It took only a few seconds before Henrik had the door open and he rushed to the fence, "What's wrong?"
Both Tabby and Fran were in complete stitches on the porch.
"What's so funny?" He clearly wasn't amused.
Tabby could only point at him and gurgle out something totally incomprehensible before both the women burst into a harder fit of giggles.
Henrik shook his head before realising how soaked he was getting so he retreated back indoors.
Tabby turned back to Fran, "Did you see how fast he came out?" She slurred.
"I know." Fran giggled back.
"Oh dear." Tabby finished her chuckle, "Let's go back inside shall we?" She followed the old woman back indoors and shut the door.
"Your Meals on Wheels, which drawer do you put them in?" She called from the kitchen.
"Ooh, Dale puts them away for me I'm not sure where they go." She shuffled in.
"No, no, Fran you go back in and sit down, I'll have a mooch round ok?"
"Lovely, I may be old but I'm not an invalid yet, let me have a look, it's my kitchen after all."
She found the boxes, "What day is it today? Thursday isn't it? See my mind is going already." She took out her Thursday box.
"Don't say that, Fran, I can't remember my ABC's sometimes."
"That's for your resuscitation though isn't it love? I wouldn't worry about that." She joked, "Right here you go, you chuck that in the oven, it's got my main meal and pudding all in one, alright? As soon as it's done and you've served me you get straight back next door and look after him alright? And don't worry about the noise, those walls are thick enough." She winked.
"Alright, Fran I'll see you in the morning." She gave the old woman a kiss before heading back next door.
"I'm back, did you miss me?" She gasped when she turned around from the door to find Hanssen stood, arms folded, looking very serious, "Something happen?"
"Don't you ever worry me like that again." His voice was soft and calm and quite frankly, terrifying; he was deadly serious.
"I'm sorry, I thought it would be funny." She apologised.
"Clearly." He stated and turned back to the kitchen.
As he served dinner at the counter Tabby approached behind and wrapped her arms around his waist, causing him to pause his actions, "Henrik, can we not go to bed like this? I'm deeply sorry, I'm actually rather touched at your concern for her, she's a wonderful lady and you two are clearly quite close, so I apologise for what I did."
He carried on serving, "We're not that close I just check up on her, that's all."
Dinner was quiet; the dishwashing silent and afterwards when they set down to watch TV, read or finish some work they hardly spoke. But that night they made up for it by making love and having a quiet chat afterwards.