Patrick entered the locker room from the OR and paused to gather his bearings. The surgery had taken longer than he thought, but it had given him time to think about everything that had happened over the past month with Sabrina. The fact was that they were in the midst of an affair and, even though he knew it was wrong, he just couldn't end it. As happy as he had been to have Robin back, a huge part of him missed the relationship that he and Sabrina had built. To have her back in his life, his arms and his bed gave him a sense of contentment and peace he hadn't felt since before their ill-fated wedding.

Patrick and Sabrina worked hard in their day-to-day lives to pretend everything was normal, or as normal as could be for ex-fiancés turned grieving parent co-workers. She spent a fair amount of time with him and Emma, but always in public because Sabrina practically refused to be with them at his and Robin's house. When they got "together", it was usually in his office or at her apartment. Although she would let him spend the night sometimes, he could tell that she was keeping him at arm's length.

Whenever they were at the hospital, they kept a respectable distance away from each other, but they'd been caught a few times by Felix and Elizabeth sharing stolen glances and secret smiles. While they were able to convince their well-meaning but nosy friends that it was just friendship with some residual feelings, Patrick wasn't sure how much longer that excuse would work. It was getting more difficult by the day to be around Sabrina and not want to be physically affectionate with her in public.

Patrick tried not to ponder that last thought too much as he made his way to his locker, passing the newly-renovated showers. Because some of the female staff complained, Obrecht had renovated the single open shower in to two private stalls. The wall between the two showers extended out and had hooks and shelves for towels and other essentials. Patrick heard the shower running when he came in, but hadn't thought much of it; however, when he walked by he noticed a terrycloth bathrobe hanging from the hook and recognized it as the one Emma had bought Sabrina last year. (Since Emma said Sabrina looked like a princess at the Nurses Ball, Emma had gotten her a robe printed with all the Disney princesses.) Considering Sabrina practically never took showers at the hospital, Patrick wondered what plans she had tonight that necessitated it.

Patrick walked to his locker, which wasn't viewable from the main door and passed Sabrina's open one as he did so. He couldn't help but smile at the pictures she had inside of Gabriel and her and Emma. He frowned when he saw the one of the three of them that Felicia took last July 4th folded down so only she and Emma were visible. Even though he knew she probably did it because it would seem inappropriate to have his picture in her locker now that he was back with Robin, Patrick was surprised by how much it hurt him to figuratively be cut out of her life like that. He opened his locker door and resolved to put it out of his mind as he prepared to shower and pick up Emma.

Wrapped in a towel, Patrick was walking toward the empty stall when he heard the water shut off. He saw Sabrina's hand shoot out from the curtain and grab the robe. A few seconds later, the curtain opened and Sabrina emerged. Clearly not expecting to see him, she jumped back in surprise. "Patrick! Sheesh, you scared me."

He smiled. "Sorry."

Sabrina stepped out and gathered her towel and toiletries. "No problem. How was your surgery?"

"It took longer than I thought, but it went well."

"Good, I'm glad."

"So," he hedged, "Why the shower? I know you don't usually take them here."

Shrugging, she said, "Well, I worked a double and Will invited me out for coffee after. I didn't want to go out smelling like hospital."

Sabrina started to pass by him, but Patrick's hand shot out involuntarily. "You're going out with Foster?"

Sabrina locked eyes with him and answered, "Yeah, I thought it was best."

"Why?"

"Well, Will's been pretty persistent in trying to get me to go out with him since I came home. And ever since Felix almost caught us the other week, he's been hounding me about you and what's going on with us. So, I decided to kill two birds with one stone…"

Even though Patrick understood Sabrina's pretty clever logic in using Foster as a diversion, it still bothered him that she would be going out with the guy while they were doing whatever it was they are doing.

Sabrina said, "Please try to understand."

Patrick inched toward her. "I get it, Sabrina," he said, as the hand he'd stopped her with rose to brush a stray tendril from her loose ponytail out of her eye. "I'm just not thrilled about it… Considering…"

Patrick knew he should back away and let Sabrina get ready, but his feet wouldn't move. Sabrina eyed him up and down and then swallowed convulsively. When she leaned in toward him and whispered his name on a breath that told Patrick she was struggling as much as he was to keep her emotions (read: lust) in check, he gave up the fight and kissed her.