Guys, OMG your reviews! They are soooo amazing! Keep them coming please! Just to say I don't own Holby or anything etc… I'm just gonna use the characters for a while then put 'em back when I'm all done (Well, maybe not our Mr Hanssen, I wouldn't mind keeping him… ;)xx)

I hope you like it, please let me know! xxxx

"No, I can't" He sighed, pulling back. "I really am sorry, I shouldn't be here." Before Serena knew what was happening Hanssen had turned sharply on his heel and swept out of the room.

"Henrik, wait!" she shouted but to no avail. She slumped onto the bed, wondering what the bloody hell was going on. He was sending her into an emotional wreck, kissing her then walking out on her? She felt the anger building up inside her and she found herself going from loving him to hating him in the space of 30 seconds. She threw her head into her hands and tried to get her head around it, was it something she had said or done? She reached for the almost empty wine bottle, an attempt to forget about the enigmatic Swede and his unable way to make a decision. If he couldn't care for her then she wouldn't care for him. Having a sudden thought, she left the bottle on the side and reached for her mobile. What was the point in drowning her sorrows alone when she could with a sexy and caring if not slightly sleazy American?
"Michael?" she said sadly into her phone. "Have I told you how sorry I am and what a great friend you are?"

Serena woke slowly the next morning, and she immediately felt her head was banging and a nauseous feeling spread through her. She groaned and turned over to face a sleeping Michael. She sat up quickly, suddenly feeling very awake.
"Michael," she said, hitting him. "Michael, get up!" all this was in vain as he was in a very deep sleep. "Spence," she shouted, thumping him. Michael started to stir and he rolled over to face Serena. "Ow!" He moaned. "Good morning to you too,"

"Well sorry I forgot the stupid how are you on this fine morning crap but I was just wondering what the bloody hell you're doing in my bed."
"We went out for a drink or 20."
Serena groaned and rubbed her head. "And what happened?" She asked the inevitable question that was running around her head.
"Ah, you mean did we sleep together? Well sorry to disappoint but 'not all colleagues sleep together'." he grinned, mimicking her voice.
"Good," She sighed, slumping back in her pillows.
"However, in your drunken state, you did happen to mention Hanssen."
"What did I say?"
"Everything." he grinned. "Especially the bit just before you rang me." Serena turned face down on the bed and buried her head in her pillow.
"I must say, what he did, that sucks man." She noticed he did sound generally caring and concerned. He reached out and pulled her into a cuddle. She tried to resist but he was persistent so she let him smother her in hugs.
"So we definitely didn't do anything last night?"
"Nope, doesn't it look like it?" He asked, indicating the clothes he was wearing. He checked his watch. "Although it's still early so if you want-" Serena playfully slapped him.
"I think I'll pass, thank you."
"Saving yourself for someone?" She glared at him, daring him to say anything more. "Trust me; he'll be getting an earful today." Serena looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"And whys that?"
"Anyone who hurts my baby Rena has to deal with me." Serena playfully punched his arm again but secretly she was grateful for the American's support. "Uncle Spence is here to protect you from the bad things in this big, wide world."

"And Uncle Spence needs to get out of my bed right now." She grinned. She laughed when she saw him wince slightly and rub his head when he moved.

"It's going to be a rough day," She reached in her bag and pulled out the emergency pack of Aspirin she always carried with her.

"It's worth it though; some of your dances moves were phenomenal." Spence smiled, gratefully receiving the pills she offered him.

"Thank you," She replied dryly. She sighed slightly, remembering why she rang Michael in the first place. Was it something she had done or said? "Now, go back to your own room. If Hanssen asks, you were spending the night with me. Oh and tell him he's a bast-"

"Whoa!" Spence interrupted. "He is my boss remember. I wanna support you, but getting my ass kicked by my boss won't help you, will it?" She tried to smile but instead found tears rolling down her cheeks. "Hey! Come here," Spence pulled her into a tight cuddle and rocked her in a comforting way. "I will tell him if it makes you feel better." She smiled, wiped her tears and climbed out of the bed.

"No," She smiled. "He'd probably sack you by the time you got to the second syllable." She walked around to Spence's side and pulled him out of bed too. "Maybe tonight I might get this bed to myself." She groaned realising what she had just said.

"So Hanssen wasn't lying, he was in your bed that night."

"I expect he forgot to mention we were fully clothed? And if you kept it in your trousers he wouldn't have even been in my room." Spence nodded knowing he couldn't bring that up again. "We thought this room was haunted so I wouldn't let him sleep on the floor." She added, by a means of explanation. She glared at Michael's amused face and pushed him to the door.

"You need a shower." She chucked him out of the room and shut the door tight behind him. She tried to ignore the horrible feeling she got when she thought about the way Hanssen had walked out through that door. Slumping down on the bed, she just wanted her head to stop hurting and her mind to stop drifting onto Hanssen. Deciding that sitting around feeling sorry for herself, she dragged herself up from the bed and left to get a coffee after having a shower.

She hesitated for a few moments before knocking loudly on the door. She felt her heart skip when the door was pulled open and Hanssen was standing there. She looked into his eyes for a few moments before managing to wrench her gaze away from him.

"Don't panic," She smirked when she saw how taken-aback he looked to see her standing there. "I've come for Michael; you're not the only person here." Hanssen nodded and stepped back to let her in. She pushed past him, placed the coffee she had kindly decided to get Michael on the side and hearing the shower running, opened the bathroom door.

"Hey!" Michael protested. "I'm butt naked and in the shower!"

"And I'm fully dressed and standing in the doorway to the bathroom. What are we playing, where are we and what are we wearing? I've just come to drop off a coffee, should help you get over last night." She stepped back out the bathroom and closed the door tightly. Keeping her gaze locked on the floor, she walked back past Hanssen and left the hotel room swiftly.

Spence paused slightly just outside the door of his room before pushing it open. He saw Hanssen was sitting on the edge of his bed, dressed in one of his usual suits and his laptop balanced on his knees. Although he was intent on his emails, he glanced up when the door opened.
"Ah, Mr Spence, it's nice to finally see you. It seems you disappeared off of the face of the Earth for the night."
"Yeah, I had a wild night with Serena. Sorry I didn't realise I had to get permission from you first." Spence smirked when he saw Hanssen's fingers freeze above the keyboard when he heard Serena's name.

"Not at all, Mr Spence. I have no interest in when you chose to have your wild nights." Hanssen said in a pointed tone to indicate the conversation was over. Spence slung his bag over his shoulder, headed to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. Hanssen sighed slightly when he heard the shower turn on. How could Michael be so easy-going and charming? Even his smooth American charm had got Serena to go for a drink with him. He couldn't understand why he had walked. Serena made it evident enough that she returned his feelings, so why was he so intent in hurting her? He felt his chest tighten and stomach squeeze when he thought of how Serena must have felt when one second he was dragging her to the bed and next he had left her. Coward, he hissed to himself. All the hurt from the past had come flooding back to him in that moment, all the pain he had suffered. He jolted out of his trance when he heard a knocking at the door, causing him to almost drop his laptop
to the floor. However saving his laptop just in time from any harm and placing it safely on the bed he Stood up and opened the door. He gave an involuntary look of surprise when he saw Serena standing there, two coffees in her hand.
"Don't panic," she smirked. "I've come for Michael; you're not the only person here." Hanssen looked at her for a moment, wanting to say something, but instead he stepped back and let her in with a nod. He has to resist the urge to laugh when he heard Michael's protests at Serena's arrival.
"-Should help you get over last night." he overheard her say as she backed out of the bathroom. He felt his heart sink. 'It's your fault' he reminded himself. He was determined to say something to her but she kept her gaze on the ground and was out of the room before he could draw a breath.

Serena headed straight down to reception, not wanting to go back to her hotel room.
"Thanks for the coffee," She heard a familiar drawl behind her. She turned to face Michael.
"Did he ask where you were?"
"Yep, I said I was with you." Serena smiled at the thought. His arm snaked around her shoulder to show he was there for her. She wasn't sure how or when this friendship had started, but she was glad it did. "And he didn't look too happy about it."

Somehow, they had managed to get through the first talk successfully without falling asleep. Each talk really did get worse. Just as she thought the second talk was over, she heard a smooth voice addressing the audience. She looked up sharply to see Hanssen presenting the final part of the talk. She glanced down at the breakdown sheet she had in her hands and scanned through it. Hanssen's name was last and had she bothered to read it she would have noticed. She sighed, although she hated Hanssen she would have wished him luck has she known. She found herself watching him closely, taking in all his little gestures and movements. At the end, she hung back to apologise for not wishing him luck but when she scanned the room she couldn't see his tall figure, he had already left.

She automatically walked out of the hotel and down to the steps, wanting some time to think. It was cold but she liked the bitterness of the cold sinking into her. She walked along the street and before long found herself in the park she had come across with Hanssen. She took another path than she had on that first night and found herself by a pond. The water was glistening peacefully and relaxed her. Turning to see a bench, she decided she had time to sit for a few minutes. As she drew closer, she saw someone was already occupying the bench. She immediately recognised the tall figure and dark hair and she froze, unsure of whether to approach or not. She crept up slowly, not prepared to fully announce her presence. His head was bent and Serena could hear he was mumbling something. She smiled to herself when she saw he was talking to a squirrel he was enticing with food who had climbed up onto the bench. She couldn't recognise what he was saying, it sounded foreign.

"Are you talking to a squirrel in Swedish?" She asked. Hanssen jumped, causing the squirrel to scarper. He turned to face her and nodded his head. He didn't invite her to sit down, so she took it upon herself to sit next to him.

"Why?" She asked.

"I tend to find animals are rather good listeners. They never answer back and they except you for you." Serena felt taken aback by this sudden show of feeling.

"You're talk was good," She said, unsure of how to reply.

"Thank you," He replied.

"I'm sorry I didn't wish you luck, I didn't read the breakdown sheet so I wasn't aware you were talking."

"Why are you here?" He asked suddenly.

"I could ask you the same."

He gestured to the lake. "It's relaxing. I find I can think here." She nodded. "Did you know that squirrels have their sweat glands on their feet?" Serena looked up in surprise and shook her head.

"And swans," He gestured to the lake again. "Mate for life. If a mate is lost, then the surviving swan goes through a grieving process just like humans." Serena had to resist the urge to laugh at the picture of a swan dressed in black and attending a funeral service.

"Interesting," She smiled.

He glanced down at her, "Nature if full of little surprises and wonders." She smiled and shivered slightly, regretting the choice to leave her jacket behind. He wordlessly pulled his jacket off and draped it across her shoulders. Smiling her thanks, she wondered whether he had done this for her or out of his gentlemanly characteristics. He slowly stood up, clearly reluctant to leave his peacefulness.

"Shall we?" He asked, offering his arm to her. She took it and they walked back in silence, both in deep thought. Serena was jolted out of her little bubble when Hanssen pulled his jacket from around her shoulders. They were standing just outside the hotel and they silently made their way to the lift.

"I truly am sorry." He said when they were both in the lift.

"What for? For actually kissing me or for walking?" He sighed, and for the first time she saw a crack in his professional façade. He didn't answer and when the lift arrived on her level she wordlessly stepped out.

"For walking," She heard a voice say. She turned to face him but the lift doors had already closed, blocking him from sight.

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