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Chapter 13:

Bobby groaned with despair as his legs carried him around the room for the millionth time. He was buzzing with unspent energy, his heart beat furiously and his breath caught in his throat as he wore a hole in the already worn tiles. He checked his watch and just barely contained the scream of frustration that rose in his throat. It was only 4 o'clock; he had three more hours to go.

James and Jack went for a call about an hour ago, that was the first call of the night and they were sleeping peacefully until then. Megan went to sleep around midnight and he was left to his own devices after drinking three shots of liquid chocolate. He couldn't sit still, it was starting to annoy him and his legs were about to collapse from muscle cramping.

He heard a soft laughter behind him and scowled at Megan's smiling face, fully awake after only four hours of sleep. "If you say I told you so, I will tickle you to death." He threatened.

She raised her hands in surrender and grabbed two glasses from the cabinet, filling them with water. "Here, have some." She grinned. "They say it's good for the hangover."

"Very funny." He grumbled and drank the water anyway. "My legs are killing me, I walked almost non stop for the last three hours. I did one hundred push ups and one hundred seat ups and I still can't sit in one place."

Her face showed sympathy. "I told you so." She quipped and he shook his head, reaching to catch her when she made a dash towards the door. Her laughter only encouraged him and he pulled her towards the sofa, seating her in his lap.

"I never wished for a call the way I wish for it now." He whined.

"Well, there are two reasons why we call this shift 'the graveyard shift'." She said. "It's either filled with horrible calls that make you wish you were dead or empty like a graveyard. This night is a complete graveyard; it's been a long time since I actually slept four hours in a row."

"I'm loosing my mind, I can't sit anymore."

Megan shook her head. "I have an idea." She rose from his lap and sat down at the edge of the sofa. She motioned him to lie down and put his head in her lap. She positioned her legs on the table and her hands moved to caress his temples, pressing gently. He gave a sound of approval and she laughed. "That should calm you down, Koala boy."

He grimaced. "Don't call me that, you remind me of Myles."

He was surprised when he felt his body getting heavier and he stretched his legs. He concentrated on her hands. One was pressing his temple while the other moved to his shoulder, caressing gently. His body craved the contact and he tried hard not to moan, wondering how could simple actions calm and arouse at the same time. Her hands slowed down and he looked up to find her eyelids dropping. He grinned and raised himself from her lap.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

"No where. Lie down." He pulled her close, her back against his chest. He chuckled when she yawned.

"I wish I could sleep till morning." She mumbled.

"Hey, Megan?" He asked suddenly and she mumbled something. "How about breakfast?"

"Now? Bobby, it's the middle of the night."

"In the morning, Sheila." He chuckled.

"You can make breakfast?" She asked.

"Did your stomach just growled?" He laughed when he moved his hand from her waist to her stomach.

She swatted his arm. "Bobby…"

"Yes, I can make breakfast." He nodded his head. "Pancake and toast and fresh coffee?"

"Mmmm…I'm hungry." She laughed.

"So, it's a date?" He asked, his hand moving to tuck her hair behind her ear so that he could see her face.

"A date? Yeah, sure. It's a date." She smiled and he grinned to himself, resting his head on his elbow as he tried to close his eyes. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep, the sound of her breathing calming his exhausted body.

James chuckled and motioned Jack to have a look, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I think you owe me dinner." He whispered.

Jack raised his eyebrows at the scene in front of him. Bobby and Megan were cuddled together on the sofa, his left arm enveloped her tightly and his face was buried in her hair. They both seemed to be sleeping peacefully. He shrugged his shoulders. "That doesn't mean anything, James; I saw you and Megan sleeping like that two nights ago."

James snorted. "Don't compare. Megan and I know each other for five years; they know each other less then a week." He paused for a moment, a dark look shadowing his features. "We've seen a lot together, sometimes holding each other is the only thing you can do."

Jack raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

James shook his head. "Never mind." The smile was back on his face. "Okay, I'll let it pass, but I suggest you start planning and it better be a romantic place."

Jack laughed and followed him, hoping to catch another hour or two of sleep before the end of the shift.

She opened her eyes and heaved a sigh of relief, her mind returning to reality in record time. She had that nightmare again but this time, she never made it to the closed door and woke up before the body was talking to her. She felt a hand caressing her forearm and suddenly remembered where she was. He squeezed her shoulder. "Are you alright?"

"Just a dream." She mumbled. "What time is it?"

She felt him raising his head and then resting it back against her hair. "It's six in the morning. Want some coffee?" He asked. She nodded her head and he stretched loudly before rising from his position on the sofa. He smiled at her and moved to the sink, grabbing their glasses from the table.

Megan stretched and then sank back to the sofa, smiling as she watched him making their coffee. She was surprised at the level of comfort she felt with him. In less then a week she felt like she knew him very well and they seemed to be comfortable with each other despite their arguments. He was very protective of his friends, she realized and the thought that he considered her to be his friend flattered her.

Bobby watched her from the corner of his eyes. She stretched like a cat and he grinned to himself, enjoying the freedom to watch from afar. He was surprised by the trust she gave him, knowing from experience that one could never sleep around someone he doesn't trust. They had some arguments but it seemed like they were getting along even better then before.

The phone ringed and pulled him out from his thoughts. Megan answered and pursed her lips at him. "We have a call."

Bobby groaned. "Where were they two hours ago when I was loosing it?"

Megan grinned and tied her shoelaces. Bobby handed her a Kevlar vest and then pointed his finger at her. "Wear it, Sheila."

She stuck her tongue out. "Yes, Daddy…"

"Bobby! Stop the ambulance! Pull over!"

Bobby shook his head and pulled over, reaching his hand to shut down the siren. He turned around and prepared to argue. "Megan, we're five minutes away from GW."

Megan raised her eyebrow at him. "I need you back here. We don't have five minutes."

Bobby's features paled as he gaped at her for a few seconds. He winced when the woman on the stretcher gave another cry of pain. "Are you sure? She can't hold it?"

Megan rolled her eyes. "Why won't you hold it, Bobby? Come on, I need another hand and so help me god if you faint I will tickle you to death!"

Bobby chuckled and moved to the back, sitting quickly on the chair when his head started spinning. The woman on the stretcher yelped again and sobbed. "God…I don't want to have a baby in an ambulance."

Megan nodded her head in sympathy. "Yeah, I know, but it looks like we don't have much choice now, Rosie." She moved to seat on the stretcher in front of Rosie's legs. "Rosie, this is Bobby my partner."

Rosie managed a weak smile and shook Bobby's hand. Bobby grinned at her and she forgot her pain at the sight of his warm eyes and wide smile. "How are you doing?" He chuckled.

"Bobby is a man, you know, so if you need to vent or something…" Megan said and another contraction hit, forcing a scream from the woman's mouth and a yelp from Bobby's when she grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go. "Remember when I said not to push, Rosie?"

"I hate him! I will never let him near me again! Two children are more then enough." Rosie hollered and Bobby cried out when she grabbed his other hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Rosie, now, I need you to push, okay? On the next contraction, I need you to push."

"I need something for the pain." She moaned.

"I need something for the pain too." Bobby groaned and Rosie laughed.

"You're a funny man." She panted.

Bobby looked at Megan. "Have you done this before?" He asked, his green eyes wide with emotions he couldn't yet comprehend.

She waved her hand, dismissing the question. "Of course I did, lots of times." she turned her attention. "Rosie, it wouldn't take long, okay? Two, three pushes, that's all we need. Bobby, don't let go of her hands."

The next few moments were a blur of activity in Bobby's eyes. He held Rosie's hands, finding himself murmuring words of comfort and watched with awe when it was all over and Megan motioned him to come over and help her. He cleaned the baby and smiled when Megan cut the umbilical cord. They handed Rosie her little girl and she was crying with joy.

Bobby laughed to himself and Megan touched his shoulder gently, smiling when he finally tore his gaze from the scene in front of him. "I'll drive." She said softly. "Watch over them, keep them warm."

The drive to the hospital was short and they moved Rosie into the maternity ward. Bobby looked through the window when the nurses took care of the little girl and couldn't conceal the grin that covered his face. Adrenaline seemed to flow in his veins and he breathed deeply, trying to calm his anxious body. He saw Megan standing not far away from him, her fingers touching the cold glass that separated the ward from the hallway.

He hesitated when he saw her sad expression, wondering why she was sad when all he wanted to do was to jump up and down with excitement. He approached slowly, his hand reaching for her shoulder. "Hey."

She turned to face him, her expression changing immediately. "I never did it before." She said, a smile forming on her lips.

He shook his head. "What are you talking about?"

"I never delivered a baby."

"But you said you did." He exclaimed, laughing when she rolled her eyes.

"What was I suppose to do? Tell her that I only did this in theory?"

He couldn't help himself. "I can't believe we did it! Woo Hoo!" He grabbed her waist and picked her up, twirling her around and laughing at the hospital staff that frowned at him. He turned them in circles, like a little child who wanted to get dizzy. Megan was laughing in his ear and the sense of euphoria was so powerful he could almost taste it. He stopped moving and they leaned against each other, gazes locked together as they breathed heavily.

He closed his eyes and sighed, fighting hard with the sudden desire to kiss her. They were in the middle of the hospital and he thought he caused enough scenes for the time being. He chuckled and opened his eyes, finding his own desire in a pair of eyes that were staring at him.

She moved her hand to clasp his and he gave her a wide grin, caressing her hand with his thumb. Words seemed very unnecessary when they stared at each other. The electricity threatened to explode in her body when her nerve cells focused solely on his touch. Now very serious, his eyes seemed to see through her. His hand moved to caress her hair. "Breakfast?" He asked.

She swallowed and then nodded her head; words seemed to be too complicated for that moment. He pulled her after him towards the exit. "I'm driving." He stated. "I'm starving and driving will distract me…"

She wondered if there was a subtext to his words.