It was the day after the attack and Jill hadn't spoken to Gordon for the rest of the previous day or that morning. She was in the alcove behind reception, finishing sorting out some files with Lizzie when Gordon walked in and just stood, seemingly waiting for her.

"Thank you Lizzie." She said, accepting the files. She turned to Gordon and lowered her voice so only he could hear, deciding to speak to him, try to ease at least a little of the tension that had gradually grown between them in the last few days, culminating in the scene in his office. "By the way, it was a patient who attacked me. Okay?" She had, somewhat naively and wishfully, expected him to accept that as an explanation. She stepped past him, careful not to make any contact with him, and attempted to make her way towards her office until his words stopped her.

"No."

"What?" She said louder than intended and spun around to face him. Lizzie had paused her filing, and was now looking at them, a confused expression on her face.

"I said no." He muttered, in an equally as low voice as hers had been the first time she had spoken. "It's not okay. You're still lying to me."

She shook her head, some desperation creeping in. "No, it was George Sullivan."

Gordon sighed. "Lizzie, did you ever find George Sullivan's notes?"

"No." She called back then returned to her filing, seemingly convinced that they were talking about work and not anything potentially gossip worthy.

He turned back to Jill, a frown set into his features. "Something doesn't seem right here, it doesn't add up. I'm sorry Jill, but I don't believe you."

"What, because a patient's noted are missing? It's Lizzie; she loses things all the time!" She felt guilty about bringing Lizzie into it when she really hadn't done anything wrong, but it was the only thing she could think of to stop Gordon questioning her.

"Oh no," Gordon's said, his voice taking on a hint of anger. "Don't you dare try to blame Lizzie. She might mislay things, but she has never lost anything."

She glanced behind her, uncomfortable about having this conversation in the first place, let alone in reception where anyone could hear. She turned back to Gordon, and opened her mouth to retort, but she didn't have anything to say. Instead she stepped out into the corridor, and raised her voice to a normal volume. "I've got to go Gordon; house calls."

With that, she walked away, once again escaping from Gordon and the truth.