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Serena sat through the second talk of the day on her own. Michael was annoyed that she had left without him so he had sat next to the girl he was originally going to in the first talk. Serena had bolted as soon as the first talk ended as she wanted to try and speak to Hanssen before the beginning of the next talk. However, he was already there and was sat between a man and a woman who seemed to have his attention. She didn't go and talk to him for fear of receiving the, "I'm really rather busy, Ms Campbell." She had slumped into a seat at the back and half-consciously sat through the never-ending talk, trying desperately to stay awake. She missed the cue to signify the end of the talk, and was thrown slightly when everyone stood up until she realised it must have finished. Her eyes quickly darted around the room, looking for a tall figure. She spotted him at the front of the room, in deep conversation with the middle-aged man who had presented the talk. She hung around, watching Hanssen's conversation. Michael passed her with a glare, but she just sent him an apologetic glance and vowed to apologise later. She stood up taller when Hanssen nodded in acknowledgement to the end of the conversation at the man.

"Mr Hanssen," She said, hurrying forward.

"Ah, Ms Campbell. Can I help you?"

"Yes, I need to talk to you." She glanced at him and he looked slightly uncomfortable, clearly wanting to run a mile. He nodded at her to continue.

"I believe I said something that you may have overheard that was untrue and very stupid."

"And what would that be, Ms Campbell?" Serena raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why he was playing dumb.

"I believe I said, 'She must be shagging the Swede'." Hanssen looked slightly taken-aback, clearly not expecting her to be so open.

"Ah, yes. I do believe I remember over hearing that." Serena looked at him for a few moments, expecting him to elaborate.

However, when he remained silent, she added, "I was referring to you, you know."

"Yes, I gathered that thank you, Ms Campbell." Serena looked up at him, wanting him to show some emotion.

"And are you not upset or hurt? Do you not feel anything? I think – I know – I made it sound like a meaningless thing, like I was using you. And I know that's how it came across to you."

"And why would I feel upset or hurt? I was meaning to apologise for my actions this morning, however the right moment had not presented itself until now. So my deepest apologises, Ms Campbell. I hope no wires were crossed or any mis-feelings were created."

Serena couldn't do anything but stare in disbelief. "So that's it. We are just going to pretend nothing happened? There was something there, Henrik. Do you regret it?"

He looked at her carefully before replying. "I know there was. No, Ms Campbell, I do not regret the events that happened this morning." With that he swept past her, leaving her staring at the spot he had just occupied. She wanted to strangle him for making her so confused, for making her feel the way she did. She also wanted to follow him, beg him to explain more about what he meant; I do not regret the events that happened this morning. She decided against either of those, and checked her watch. 11.38. Not too early for alcohol she thought and headed to her room to finish that bottle of wine they got last night.

She turned face-down on her bed, trying to blot everything out. Was he annoyed about the comment? He had said I do not regret the events that happened this morning. She glared at her pillow, wanting to punch it over and over to vent her frustrations but she decided to snuggle into it instead. She found herself dozing off when she heard a sharp rapping at the door. Sighing, she slowly sat up, trying to wake up from her tiredness. She stood up and opened the door and she almost slammed it shut again when she saw an awkward looking Hanssen standing there.

"Can I come in, please?"

"Do you have to?" She wasn't quite sure why she was being so sharp, surely he should be angry at her, not vice-versa. But he was giving her the run around too much – practically enemies, then a kiss, then apologies and "let's forget about it" then I do not regret the events that happened this morning, (She could swear those flipping words haunted her) then he is at her room again. She had more than enough justified reason to be resentful towards him.

"I was hoping to yes." She sighed and stepped back so he could enter. He didn't take his jacket off like she had expected, he just stood in the middle of the room facing her.

"I think I should apologise, Ms Campbell." Ughh, apologies again! She thought. "I have gone about this in a completely unsavoury way-"

She cut through his stumbling apology, her words concise and sharp like sharp knives. "You were so passionate this morning, so fiery, so attractive. And then you realised you let someone too close, so you clammed up, shutting me out altogether. You rebuilt that façade of hostility. And I know my comment didn't help, but I didn't mean it to say I didn't care about our kiss and deep down you knew it. But it was your safety net, wasn't it? You could hold that against me, it gave you a reason to needlessly protect yourself from the rejection you thought you was going to inevitably receive, without even knowing how I felt. And it's not just from other people is it, Henrik? You protect and shelter yourself from yourself as well." she glared that trade mark glare at him, wanting more than anything to have stirred an emotion in him. His silence infuriated her and a sudden rage took her over, and she suddenly flew at Hanssen, landing hit after hit onto his chest, she wanted him to say, do, feel something. He remained unresponsive for a few moments before grabbing her wrists to prevent her hurting him anymore. He managed to restrain her quite easily, with him being so strong.

"Why can't you be human, Henrik? Why can't you trust like any other person? Why can't you love?" She spat and wrenched her hands free and resumed to attack Hanssen. Hanssen could barely control her this time, her anger and hurt having returned with vengeance. He had to resort to forcing her backwards a few paces, pinning her arms tight to the wall to stop her literally beating him within an inch of his life.

"Listen to me, Serena. Stop." He pleaded in a soft voice which had a hint authority in it, using all his strength to hold her back. When she realised that he would continually refuse to lessen his grip, she relaxed and ceased her relentless attempts at killing him with her bare hands, knowing they were in vain.
"You're a cold, mean, heartless, obnoxious" She hissed resorting to insults, knowing in a verbal battle, she was more likely to be victorious. "Aloof, stuck up, presumptuous, brash, unloving, monstrous," The hurt in his eyes told her she had done her job and proven her point, but she couldn't stop the insults rolling off her tongue now she had started, it was a chance she couldn't resist to vex all her anger to the exact person who had created her problems. "Two faced, selfish, big headed, insensitive, manipulative-" She was cut off when he leant in and kissed her. All her anger at him melted for a few moments. He kissed her like he had that morning, the same passion, fire and attraction returning. Hanssen was the first to break the kiss, pulling back and looking deep into her eyes, trying to find a reaction.
"I'm sorry," He whispered, turning to go.
"Oh, No you don't," She hissed after him. He stopped deathly still and slowly turned to face her. She was torn between two choices. She could either berate him more, or kiss him back, like she so wanted to. Ignoring every sensible pore running through her body, she drew tantalisingly close, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. She bore into his eyes; they were burning with passion and had a hint of... vulnerability. He playfully stroked her hair, making her wait a while like he had that morning. He gently moved his hands from her hair to the sides of her head, tilting it back slightly. He leaned close to her, his mouth lingering for a few seconds before he kissed her again. His hands ran down to her waist and his arms wrapped right around her and he pulled her tight, refusing to let her go even for a second.

Jeez Henrik – make your mind up! Thanks for reading this and please please please review! Kim xxxx