Part 2

2 weeks later.

After a few more weeks of work, business continued as usual but tiredness and a yearning for this holiday was setting in for all involved.

Managing to let Sam know each in turn that they accept his invitation, it was just a case of packing which commended after work for each of them.

Michael found this particularly easy, being from America himself he could predict the weather at certain times of the year. So knowing that, he packed more shorts and t-shirts than he needed. A suit, just incase as well as a couple of pairs of flip flops. Ready for this holiday like you wouldn't believe. Popping the suit case in front of the door. This time tomorrow he'd be in America. Although he was a little apprehensive of the flight, he grinned.

Joseph on the other hand took a while to pack, days even. Packing far to much, however, for all weathers. Jumpers, t-shirts, ties and suits a couple of pairs of shorts. And a few comfortable pairs of shoes. Neatly folded of course. Making sure he had an ample amount of hand sanitizer. He was also ready. The suitcase stood neatly at the bottom of his bed. Was he really ready for this? A holiday was what he needed. But with Connie and Michael? He pondered this thought as he climbed in to his bed. Tomorrow he would be flying.

Folding the last of her things Connie packed what she needed into her suitcase. The suitcase was pretty big so held Grace's clothes in there as well, consisting of little denim skirts, tops , a big pink fluffy coat, scarf's, hats and three pairs of shoes. Packing for all weathers. Making sure she had all essentials, from hair straighterners and curlers to a few bottles of medicines , just incase Grace were to fall Ill, her mother's instincts kicking in. Packing was stressful, and being Connie Beauchamp it could only be the choice of dresses that took up most of her time. Black, red or white? Or all of them? Knowing that her luggage nearly exceeded the weighing allowance with Grace's included, she finally after much deliberation with herself, went with the classy red one. She still wasn't sure though..

Putting her excited little girl to bed, she gave her a kiss, kneeling on the floor as she tucked her in. "Holiday tomorrow" She whispered quietly. Relieve washing over her as she thought of the time she'd spend not having to worry about work for a two whole weeks. Leaving her ward in the capable hands of Elliot she didn't have much else to worry about. "Daddy!" Grace beamed as she lay snuggled in her bed. "Yes, Daddy, now you get to sleep..up very early in the morning" She smiled getting up, she left the room, making her way to her room, she sat on the bed, deciding to give Elliot a late night call before she went to sleep.

"….make sure the ward kept ticking over for me…yes that's fine… you can eat in your office, just while I'm away…make sure you keep it tidy, mmm..yes. … okay, night"

Half an hour conversation. Putting her mobile on the table she settled down to sleep.

Joseph had been asleep for the past to hours.

Michael grabbed his phone from off his bedside table, on the lavish bed he was sat in and decided to text.

To: Connie

Message;

Looking forward to tomorrow… (accept the flying bit)

Hope we can bond throughout this nice holiday, never exactly seen eye to eye have we?

Get your beauty sleep, wouldn't want you in a mood tomorrow. Never a good thing. But then again I bet Sam was use d it. ;)

Michael. X

Dragging the phone from her bedside table, she squinted through the brightness of the light. Opening the message she read.

To: Michael

Message:

I was drifting off when you text me… *mad face*

Bond? Me and you? Never.

If your trying to be funny Michael it's not working.

Will see you tomorrow.

Connie.

Sending the message she put her phone under the pillow.

Standing at the airport at exactly 7:30. The luggage they had with them stood beside the three of them on a big metal trolly. Michael turned to Connie after looking up at the departure board.

"Two weeks away from Holby, I didn't think you'd ever come" He smirked.

"Michael, iam allowed a life outside Holby…" She trailed off watching her daughter, who was talking happily to herself.

"Oh I know that, but with Elliot running 'your' ward and a bunch of F1's expected"

Connie turned to face him. "Elliot has it in hand, he knows what he's doing" She have him eye contact. The tannoy interrupted the conversation. Holby to Hethrow expected in 5 minutes, that's Holby to Hethrow expected in 5 minutes.

"Guys, five minutes" Both Michael and Connie turned around to find Joseph stood behind them, squirting a bottle of sanitizing gel on to his hands.

Connie gave him a small smile. "We heard" Turning back to the board infront she glanced a Michael, who'd gone pale.

"Okay Michael?" An undertone of amusement in her voice as she asked.

"Yeah..yeah, just the flying" Michael glanced around as Connie called for Grace. Grace came bounding over. Walking off to the departure gate with her daughter and Michael she turned around noticing Jospeh talking to someone.

"Joseph!" Turning to the woman yards away. He said goodbye, walking briskly over he followed the rest of them, along with the luggage trolly.

"Who was that?" Connie asked as Joseph grew closer. The wheels of the trolly squeaking as he walked.

"Ah, just an old friend of mine, went to school with him"

Connie let a small grin spread on to her face, upon seeing Michael practically paralyzed with fear as he was ever so slowly to the gate. Joseph couldn't help but smile either. "Not so cocky now, is he?" She whispered to Joseph.

"This should be fun…" Connie thought to herself as she waited in the que watching Michael still plagued with fear, her daughter in her arms. The tickets and luggage with Joseph.