Valentine's Day…

"Hold the elevator!" Patrick shouted as he ran through the Metro Court lobby. Because of the thunderstorm outside, he was running later than he intended for his dinner with Robin, who was already waiting in the restaurant upstairs. Patrick entered the elevator and shook the water from his trench coat, absently muttering, "Thanks." as he did so.

He heard a female voice say, "No problem," and he froze. When he looked up, he saw that it was Sabrina standing by the control panel, having just hit the 'close door' button.

"Sabrina."

Sabrina smiled slightly and said, "Hello, Patrick," and then leaned her hip against the wall as she returned her attention to something on her iPhone.

Patrick, who couldn't stop staring at her, asked, "How are you?"

"Fine," she said inattentively, not looking up from her phone. "You?"

"I miss you."

His statement must have gotten her attention because her head popped up from whatever she was doing and looked at him surprisedly. When she didn't speak, he asked, "How is the new job?"

Sabrina smiled the first genuine smile he'd seen since Christmas Eve. "It's wonderful. I love it in the NICU. I miss working with Liz and Fe, but we get together for lunch pretty often, so that helped to make the transition easier."

As much as he missed seeing her, Patrick truly wished her well, so he said, "I'm glad." Then, he added (just to torture himself), "How's Foster?"

"Good. I'm meeting him upstairs for our Valentine's dinner." Sabrina looked over at him and noticed he was also dressed up, so she asked if he was meeting Robin. When he nodded, she asked, "So, it's going well?"

Patrick shrugged. "We're adjusting. Trying to work through some things."

When Sabrina said, "I hope it works out for you," he knew that she truly meant it. After her statement, Sabrina's phone vibrated. She laughed lightly and then responded to the message, ignoring Patrick.

Just as Patrick was about to pull out his phone to text Robin and let her know he'd be there momentarily, the elevator jolted. As they held onto the rail around the walls concerndly, the lights went out and the motor stopped.

Standing in the pitch black, Patrick uttered, "What the hell?" and then asked Sabrina if she was okay.

She said yes and then added, "What is going on?"

As Patrick was about to say he didn't know, the dim emergency lighting turned on and a voice came out of the speaker in the control panel letting them know that the electric had gone out and that it tripped the circuit for the elevator. As soon as the emergency generator got up to full power, it should resume operating.

When fifteen minutes had passed with no progress, Patrick got pissed off and punched the wall, which actually managed to get Sabrina's attention from her damn phone. "Whoa, Patrick! Calm down. I'm sure we'll be out of here shortly."

Patrick, frustrated not only at his day but at his life since Christmas, muttered, "I'll bet you can't wait for that."

"What?"

Patrick pointed at her phone. "God forbid you give me the time of day anymore, Sabrina. What the hell is so interesting on there that you can't be bothered to talk to me?"

Sabrina harrumphed and then angrily dropped her phone into her tiny clutch purse. Then she looked him in the eye and said, "It's just easier this way, Patrick. I can't get over you if you're a part of my life."

Sabrina knew cutting ties with Patrick hurt him, but she didn't have a choice if she even wanted a prayer of getting over him. She'd worked so hard over the last few weeks to focus on her new job in the NICU and her budding relationship with Will and now it was all in jeopardy thanks to a chance elevator meeting. It had taken every ounce of willpower within her to ignore Patrick, who she missed tremendously. In his suit and tie with his five o'clock shadow, he looked just as handsome as ever and all the love she'd worked to suppress came flooding back.

Sabrina, angry at herself, opened her coat and began fanning herself with her purse. When Patrick asked if she was okay, she played it off and said she just felt like it was stuffy. The purse, which wasn't working to begin with, became even more useless when he said, out of the blue, "You look beautiful."

Surprised by his admission, Sabrina smiled and said, "Thanks." She was about to compliment him when he added, "I really like the dress... It's 'festive' for the holiday."

Sabrina looked down at her dress, which was the same red wrap dress that she'd worn on Christmas Eve, the last time they'd made love, and inwardly cringed. She'd worn it tonight because it was the only red dress she owned, but now all she could think about was Patrick unwrapping her 'present'.

Before she could think of a response, Patrick took a few steps to close some of the distance between them and turned to face her. Then he leaned in and whispered, "You know what I wonder?"

"What?" she asked, breathlessly.

His hand moved to trace the v-neck of the dress right before he said, "If you've got a special present under there for Foster, just like you did for me?"

Shocked at not only his words, but his derisive tone, Sabrina stared at him wide-eyed. When he smirked knowingly, Sabrina's hand flew up involuntarily and connected with his cheek, making a loud cracking noise.