A/N: A note for my international audience - the timestamps from the Facebook messages are in US format (MM/DD/YYYY) because we are in Cameron's POV and she's in the US.

1/24/2015 1:38AM

I saw Chase tonight. He's in Chicago for a conference. We toasted you a few times, before we got toasted and fucked.

Jesus, I am just a fucking winner aren't I? At least I made him wear a condom this time. Lesson learned there. Oh, and by the way, he thinks it's fucking hysterical that I was forced to name my son Greg.

Personally, I think he thinks it serves me right. It probably does. Some days, I just think I should have stuck with Chase. The sex is good. He and I get along well. I do love him, even if I'm not all emo in love with him like I am with some other doctor I used to work with.

But that ship sailed. He's once bitten twice shy. But there is something about the sex.

Of course, half the time I think about fucking you instead. Not all the time. That would be just wrong, but when the lights are dimmed, and he's down between my legs with his now short hair, and his 3 days worth of stubble, it's not hard to imagine it's you down there.

You kissed great. I imagine your tongue knows it's way around a clit.

Goddamn. I'm doing it again. It's like I am having a sex chat affair with a dead man.

Oh, yeah. The dead thing. So did you leave your ID in Foreman's office, or is he full of shit? Chase thinks you've pulled a fast one too. I have to admit that little thing with Wilson getting strange texts at your funeral seems fishier and fishier. I don't know if which I'd be more of at this point if you are alive, happy or mortified.

The idea you might ever read this shit is kind of disconcerting to say the least. I almost deleted our message history tonight, but I just couldn't do it. So here I am writing you again. Telling you my dark desires.

I had this dream last week. You had read my letters so you broke into my condo while I was asleep. You got naked and crawled into bed with me. You didn't do anything creepy really. Lol, Why is it that I don't think you breaking in and getting into my bed naked without my permission is creepy? I guess if I am honest with myself, you have always had my permission.

Anyway. You just wrapped yourself around me and I woke up with you there. I didn't freak out. I knew it was you. I rolled over and you were gone. Then I woke up for real. I didn't even get to have hot fantasy dream sex with you. You can't even give me that?

Per usual, I just took matters into my own hands.

Work has been good, at least. Our Dean of Medicine is buddies with Lisa now. And they all got buddy buddy with Chase at the conference. Get your mind out of the gutter, it was not an orgy. Anyway, he's been doing well with your old job. So he and Lisa get Anderson convinced that we need a department of diagnostic medicine. So, yeah, you can guess the next bit.

I plan on basing all my hiring decisions on criminal history and ass quality, just like you taught me. You can try to pretend that Chase's dad got him the job, but let's be real. You are a little gay, and Chase does give me a run in the lobby art department. :P