"Hey, sorry I'm late." David said calmly walking up to Martha who was waiting by the patients waiting area. She glanced up from her chart and frowned at the slight pink mark on his cheek. "What happened to your face?"

David wasn't up for going into what happened with Rose and simply scoffed like it was no big deal. "Nice to see you, too," He smirked. She gave him a suspicious look but didn't press. "So who's the new patient?"

Martha sighed. "His name is Jordan Bates, he's three years-old, came in last night with pneumonia and mild dehydration."

David shook his head sadly. "Poor kid, have you given him blood work and IV, yet?"

She groaned exasperated.

"Oh, put a fight, huh?" He chuckled.

"Are you kidding? He won't let anyone near him that has a needle." She replied. David bit the inside of his cheek in deep thought. "So if he hates needles then it's possible he hates Doctors."

Martha sighed glancing at her folder. "Afraid so, what do we you think we should do?"

He nodded. "Give me a minute." He handed her his clipboard. "Where you going?" She asked but he didn't answer and left to go to the restroom. When he came back his Doctor's coat and tie were gone leaving him in just his black trousers and white buttoned down shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

"What are you doing?" Martha asked looking at him like he was nuts.

David shrugged. "We need to put his mind at ease so he'll trust us," He said simply. "He has to see Doctors aren't scary and by not looking like a Doctor might make it easier to treat him."

She smiled. "All this trouble for one patient?" "Oh, Martha every patient is worth the trouble especially if it saves their lives." He said untucking his shirt.

She looked at him thoughtfully. This was why she fell for him.

"Now wait here and get ready for lab work but don't do anything until I give the signal." He said before going inside.

A small thin dark skinned child sitting up on a hospital bed rolling around a baseball briefly glanced up at David but said nothing.

"Hi, I'm Dr. David. You must be Jordan." David smiled. Jordan just coughed a few times and continued to play with his baseball. He sat in a chair and mentally examined the child. David could tell he wasn't feeling good. He seemed pale and slightly weak, he was wheezing and was swallowing water a lot indicating a sore throat.

"Can ya' talk?" He asked. Jordan scowled. "I don't like Doctors." He nodded sitting back. "I know me neither that's why I make it a point not to act like one."

"Why?" Jordan asked. David shrugged. "Well, they're posh aren't they, crabby, old," He glanced at him. "Why don't you like them?"

"They all use needles." Jordan grumbled. "You don't like needles, huh?" He said.

"No!" He exclaimed. David smiled. "Point taken," He looked at Jordan thoughtfully and leaned a little closer. "May I sit on the bed and tell you something?" Jordan looked wary and coughed again. "You don't have a needle do you?"

He shook his head showing him his hands. "Nope, I'm clean but I've got some candy from the receptionist desk." "Can I have a piece?" Jordan asked. "Sure," He paused reaching into his pocket. "Promise, you won't tell on me?"

He crossed his heart. David smiled handing him a piece of candy.

Jordan smiled slightly popping it in his mouth.

"Now here's a secret I hate needles, too…a lot." He said in a low voice. Jordan looked at him strangely. "But you're a Doctor." David nodded. "Yeah but I also want to help people and sometimes I have to face my fear in order to do that."

Jordan grunted. "I still hate them."

David noticed the baseball in his hand. "Oh, you like baseball?" His eyes brightened and he nodded. "Yeah, it's my favorite."

David made a mental note of that. "Definitely need to put some baseball pictures in his room." He thought to himself.

"I used to play baseball." David said taking the ball and studying it. "Really?" Jordan said intrigued. "Yeah, little league." He smiled gently tossing it in the air before giving it back.

"I'm going to play little league when I'm older." Jordan announced. David smiled. "Well, get better first and skies the limit." He waved his hand high.

Jordan grinned.

He smiled patting his knee. "Listen since you like baseball how about we put some of your favorite images up in your room, your choice. What do you think?"

His eyes lit up. "Yeah?" David nodded. "But first we need to do some lab work before we can get you settled in, is that okay?"

Jordan swallowed. "Okay." "Think you're ready?" He asked. Jordan reluctantly nodded. David smiled and motioned Martha inside. She walked inside with her small container and smiled.

"Okay, Jordan, are we ready?" She said softly. Jordan whimpered looking scared. David came closer. "Would you like me to stay with you? I know a baseball song that might help."

Jordan studied him a minute before nodding. David smiled and knelt beside the bed. "Okay, Jordan, just look at me." He said gently taking his other hand.

Martha thought her heart would melt as she got everything ready.

Jordan kept his eyes on David as he sang "Take me out to the ballgame" easing his fears as Martha did blood work and placed an I.V in his arm. David even lightly tapped his nose making him giggle.

Martha suppressed a smirk. It was so cute how he interacted with kids.

"All done." She smiled gently petting his back.
"Thank you." He smiled at her. David grinned. "You did very good. I'll get some images for you to look at, later, okay?" "Will you pick with me?" Jordan asked.

He grinned. "Sure."

Jordan smiled and thanked him as he left while Mickey wheeled him to his room.

David leaned against the wall feeling relieved he managed to help him. Considering his age Jordan now had a better chance of getting well especially since his parents got him here just in time.

"Well, that was successful, thanks to you." Martha commented very coy standing beside him. He shrugged. "Hey it's what we do," David glanced at her and smiled. "We make a pretty good team, huh?"

Martha smiled shyly. "Yeah, guess we do. Jones and Pond, yeah?" He smirked. "Yeah." David folded his arms and tilted his head thoughtfully.

"What ya' thinking?" She asked. "I think maybe we should lose the medical jackets; I mean things seem to go easier when we don't wear them," David muttered. "Name tags should be enough." He said but more to himself.

She studied his handsome profile and was mentally yelling at herself to just ask him out for lunch. David noticed she was staring and looked at her questionably. "Sorry, something on your mind?"

Finally she pressed her lips and carefully spoke. "Listen, are you doing anything" Before she could finish Rory ran down the hall calling out to David. "Damn it." Martha cursed under breath.

"Hey David?" He said. "Yeah?" David replied turning to look at him.

Rory stopped to catch his breath. "Have you seen Rose?" Martha rolled her eyes but made sure no one noticed.

He sighed. "Not since this morning, why?" Rory threw his hands up. "I can't find her." "What," David exclaimed sounding worried. "What do you mean you can't find her?"

He sighed heavily. "I got down to the auditorium and she wasn't there so I asked Osgood if she had seen her and she said she saw Rose going by the front desk looking really upset but didn't know where she was going."

David shook his head regretting his cruel words to her. "It's my fault," He muttered. "I better go find her." "But…" Martha started to say.

"I'm sorry, Martha. I've got to go." He said quickly leaving. Martha nodded quietly. "Of course...always Rose." She muttered softly.