One month later…

Sabrina checked her watch as she closed her locker door and wondered why Will hadn't shown up yet to meet her to leave for their date. She'd covered for Liz in the ER today and was fortunate to get to spend a good deal of the time assisting Will, who was an excellent doctor with the perfect blend of professionalism and charm. Since they worked the same hours, which was rare, they agreed to go to dinner after work instead of just hanging out at one of their apartments. Sabrina walked to the exit and was about to open the door when a soaking wet Will burst through it looking none too pleased. "What the heck happened to you?" Sabrina asked, barely containing her laughter.

He began walking by her to his locker, which was in the same row as Patrick's, and grumbled, "A visitor coming into the ER with a carrier of beverages from McDonald's was too involved in his phone as he turned the corner to notice me coming from the other direction." As he angrily opened his locker door and grabbed out his toiletry bag and change of clothes, he continued, "Yet, somehow, it's MY fault we crashed."

When he muttered, "Dumbass," Sabrina couldn't help herself and burst out in hysterical laughter. Will paused and looked at her as tears flowed from her eyes and her face reddened. "I'm glad you're amused by my pain," he said sarcastically.

Sabrina put a hand to her mouth and held up the other in his direction. Between breaths, she managed, "Sorry… It's just… Usually… This stuff happens to me..." Then, she sobered and asked if he was okay.

"I'll be fine," Will said as he pulled off his shirt and tossed in into the laundry bin. When he untied his pants and stepped out of them, he added, "I just need to rinse off before we go."

As Sabrina watched him undress, memories of their recent lovemaking flooded her mind and she grew silent. If Milo was a "10", then Will was a "15". Aside from being built like a god (which she knew was attributed to many hours at the gym), he was considerate and extremely thorough. Oh, and he made good on nearly every suggestion he'd had the night of the dinner party to make sure that when they were together all she would think about was him.

Will, standing there in his boxer briefs, must have grown concerned over her silence because he asked, "Sabrina? Are you alright?" Blushing to the tips of her ears, she coughed and managed to squeak out a "Yeah," which prompted Will to turn his attention from his locker to look at her. When he noticed her blush, he must have realized what she was thinking about because he smiled wickedly.

Sabrina cleared her throat and then walked up to him and said, "I'll wait outside while you rinse off, but don't take too long, okay?" When she kissed him quickly on the lips and went to walk away toward the exit, he grabbed her hand. Will shook his head and said, "Nah-uh," and then hauled her back to him for a real kiss.

As they stood there making out, passion began to cloud her other senses and she could only focus on Will and the feel of his lips on hers and the trail of fire his hands left as they roamed her body beneath her shirt. Sabrina was so lost in Will that she never heard the locker room door open, the footsteps drawing near or the startled "Oh!" that erupted at the same time as an angry "What the?!"

Will must have heard it, though, because he quickly broke their kiss and then looked at Sabrina, willing her not to be embarrassed over being caught making out with him. Honestly, she was more annoyed they'd been interrupted than embarrassed at being caught, but, she pasted a bright smile on her face and turned around, still in Will's embrace, to face their visitors.

Sabrina was about to politely apologize (as was her nature), when she realized it was Robin and Patrick who'd caught them. While Robin attempted to look everywhere but at them, Patrick, who stood behind her, looked as if he was about two seconds away from committing murder.

Ever since the elevator incident on Valentine's Day, Patrick decided that he had to make a resolution about his life. While Emma would always be a consideration, he couldn't let her dictate his happiness, so, after dinner, he told Robin he wanted to start seeing Kevin Collins about their marriage. If they went to Kevin and things didn't improve in a few months, then he would know it was time to throw in the towel.

At Kevin's urging, Patrick had moved back into the bedroom with Robin because it was a necessary step for Patrick to determine whether or not his and Robin's marriage could still work. The first few nights were awkward, but he and Robin were eventually able to reconnect and things were going better than they had been. Patrick, who hadn't seen Sabrina since that day in the elevator, did still think about her a lot and even found himself sometimes wishing that she was the woman lying next to him at night.

Robin, who was back on staff in the lab now that the notoriety of reviving Jason had died down, had come with Patrick to work today so that they could go to a session before their shifts. During their session, Kevin suggested they go to a couple's retreat for a weekend to see if time alone away from the demands of their hectic lives would help, so they were discussing what to do about Emma as they walked into the locker room – and smack into Sabrina and Foster making out.

Robin turned the corner first and stopped mid-stride to utter a shocked "Oh!" and Patrick, who'd been slightly behind her, bumped into her. Curious as to what caused her to stop suddenly, he looked up and saw Sabrina and Foster practically inhaling each other and an angry "What the?!" escaped his lips before he could stop himself.

Patrick's surprise turned to jealous rage as Sabrina, completely oblivious to her surroundings and the fact that she was in a semi-public place, practically mauled the guy. He balled his hands into fists as he watched, unable to look away, until Foster realized they were there. When he broke their kiss, Patrick saw Foster's eyes spot them and then travel back to Sabrina, reassuring her not to be embarrassed at being caught.

Sabrina nodded slightly and then turned around within Foster's embrace with a bright (but fake) smile. Patrick knew that look and sensed she was annoyed more at the interruption than being caught, which pissed him off even more, so he made no effort to mask his anger in front of her.

Sabrina's eyes grew wide when she saw the look on his face, but her smile didn't budge. She took a breath and greeted them cheerfully.

Robin fell all over herself to apologize for interrupting them, to which Sabrina responded brightly, "It's no problem, Robin, honestly," as she laid her hands on top of Foster's. Then, ever polite, Sabrina asked after her and Emma as Foster took her hands in his, which were still circled around her waist.

As Robin talked about Emma, Sabrina leaned back into the guy's body as if he wasn't standing there practically naked and Patrick's blood pressure continued to rise. When Foster kissed the spot on her neck she liked so much, Patrick growled under his breath. Then, he looked up, smirked at Patrick, and interrupted Robin and Sabrina. "I'll leave you all to talk while I rinse off so that we can make it to dinner."

He gave Sabrina, who turned her head slightly, a quick kiss on the lips and then moved away from her. Foster grabbed his toiletries and change of clothes and then stopped and glanced back to address Robin. "Have you had a chance to try out the new showers?"

"Uh, no, not yet," she answered in a baffled voice.

"Well, you really should. They're very refreshing."

After Robin said, "Thanks, I'll do that," and returned her attention to Sabrina, Foster gave Patrick a sly wink before resuming his trek. Patrick glanced from Foster's retreating form to Sabrina, who was trying hard not to blush at the comment in front of Robin, and knew that Will knew everything.