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'No I don't trust you' she panicked and stood abruptly, and tried to escape but Seb grabbed her arms as she went to pass him to leave Elliot's office. She was fine, after all, everyone was making a fuss over nothing. All she had been doing was trying to prove her magnificent skills to Professor Hope...
'You need me to make you better' Seb said calmly, stroking her arms. She wasn't sure what to make of the situation...in her own mind there was nothing wrong, why couldn't anyone see that she was just trying to do her job well, for goodness sake?!
'I'm fine' she blurted as she tried to skim past Seb in the other direction, but again he was too fast for her and he blocked her way, pushing her to back down in the sofa with a stern grip on each arm. He was annoyed now, she could tell. As she sat further and further back into the sofa, her pulse started to race, her thoughts racing as ever before but mid-bipolar episode or not, the tense situation unfolding before her was obviously wrong, she thought. Seb stood over her, reaching into his pocket.
'You are not fine, and if you're ever going to get better and practice surgery, you're coming with me, now' he spat as he pulled out a needle which contained a sedative. Just enough to get her out of the office quietly. 'Now are you going to come quietly, or not?!'
'There is nothing wrong with me, you're the problem!' She screeched as she panicked and lunged forward in an attempt to escape, but just before she reached the door, Seb grabbed her arm, hauled her backwards and shoved the needle into her arm, and gently pushed down the plunger...

Meanwhile, Elliot had phoned Ollie to tell him what had happened, and Ollie burst onto the ward, having had the bagging feeling in the back of his mind while Zosia was at work that something was wrong, but desperately hoping he was wrong...
'I knew something was wrong' Ollie sighed, worried. Elliot nodded sadly and put a comforting hand on Ollie's shoulder.
'I'm sorry Ollie...she's with Dr Coulter now, and -'
'What?! What is that thing doing with my girlfriend?!' Ollie snapped, turning towards the office door and Elliot held him back.
'He's the duty psychiatrist- this is about Zosia being unwell and needing professional help. We can't give her that, but Seb can.'
'I don't trust the slimy little twat as far as I can throw him-'
'But he was the only psych available. Please, for Zosia's sake we need to trust him to be professional...' Elliot concluded calmly and Ollie frowned in surrender. He nodded reluctantly, still very unsure of the situation.

A few moments later, Seb opened the door to find an anxious Ollie and Elliot pacing outside.
'How is she?!' Ollie panicked, still slightly distrustful of Seb but for the sake of his beautiful Zosia's health, he was willing give him the benefit of the doubt. Seb smiled sadly.
'She's completely psychotic, I had no choice but to give her a sedative' he exaggerated, and her colleagues looked at each other.
'I didn't think she was that bad...' Elliot pointed out but Seb shook his head.
'Just seeing me in the office caused her to completely lose it...now, she's pretty spaced out so I'm going to take her to the psych ward and take things from there...she needs urgent care, how long has she been like this?!' Seb asked, knowing full well that his actions were responsible but obviously not wanting to give anything away.
'Several days...but she's been on her meds' Ollie frowned, confused. He had no idea how she could have slipped into the grip of a bipolar episode while she was taking her medication, but Seb nodded sadly.
'I see...ok, well, I'm going to get her upstairs...'
'Can I come?' Ollie asked, hopefully.
'Trust me, she needs some quiet until the sedative wears off, so it's best not to crowd her. I'll give you a call in a couple of hours' Seb reassured. 'Yes, that'll give me long enough to do what I have to do...' He thought to himself.
'Ok...' Ollie replied, still unsure.
'Mr Valentine, trust me. My only concern is Zosia's welfare' Seb reassured, albeit falsely. Of course, he was concerned about her welfare, but he firmly believed that her welfare would be better with him and not Ollie...he just needed her to trust him, and by looking after her, he could prove that he was what Zosia nodded, not someone like Ollie who, in his mind, didn't even take steps to help when he should have noticed that she was having a meltdown.

Zosia was spaced out from the sedative and hardly seemed to notice Seb pick her up and help her walk out of Elliot's office and Ollie kiss her goodbye. Her mind was cloudy, she didn't know what was happening and she didn't have the energy to think or care. The walk to psych with Seb's arm around her waist, hoisting her up , seemed long, with bright lights bursting from every source and every sound muffled. Seb felt silently triumphant, phase one of his plan was complete. Make Zosia psychiatrically unstable, and get Ollie and the old Professor out of the way. They were all in the palm of his hand, and Seb was now free to do what he wanted. All he needed to do now for phase two, was to get her out of the hospital. And that was going to be easy. Sneak her through the lab corridor, and out of the fire escape, into his car...perfect.

Within an hour, Seb had bundled Zosia into his car and hurried away undetected. Ollie and Elliot meanwhile, were on Darwin and concerned that they hadn't heard anything about Zosia, so by the time Elliot's shift finished, both men headed up the ward to get an update from the consultant. As they approached his office, the door was closed, but they knocked. No answer. This struck Ollie as a little strange, and as Elliot waited outside the office, Ollie went on the hunt for Zosia and Seb. Peering into offices and wards, he could see no sign. With every minute that passed that he couldn't find them, he hit a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. A bad feeling that something bad was happening. 'Excuse me?' He called out to a nurse, who turned around.
'Yes, how can I help?' She smiled.
'I'm looking for a patient, Dr Zosia March? She was brought up by Dr Coulter a couple of hours ago?' He asked, and she checked the records on the computer. As she looked blank, Ollie's sinking feeling got more intense.
'There are no records here, and Dr Coulter left over an hour ago...' She replied, and then the penny dropped. She was gone, and he had taken her. He ran through the ward and found Elliot.
They had been so stupid! How could they just let this happen, this was Seb for gods sake!
'She's missing' Ollie panicked, his face pale and voice shaking. Elliot's face dropped as he too realised that they had all been fools to trust Seb with Zosia. Now they didn't know where she was, where he was, or what he was going through the psychiatrist's mind as he took a vulnerable Zosia under his watchful eye...