“Haleh, can you tell me when the surgical consult finally gets down here?” Luka Kovac asked the nurse as he approached the admit desk. “Is Kerry here yet?”

“I think she’s in a trauma.”

Luca turned towards the voice behind him, surprised to see the familiar face.

“Dr. Legaspi?” He smiled at her, making his way around the counter. “How are you?”

“I’m good Luka, and it’s Kim. How are you?”

“Tired. Overworked,” but he was still smiling at her.

“So the same as always.”

“Yeah.” They both laughed.

“Does she know you’re here?” He asked in a quieter voice.

“Dr. Weaver? I believe so.”

He nodded, then motioned for them to go to the lounge.

“Coffee?” He asked pouring himself a cup.

“No thanks. I remember how it used to taste.”

“It’s probably the same filter that was in here when you left …”

“Five years.”

He sat in a chair across from her.

“Five years,” he echoed. “Have you two spoken since then.”

The psychiatrist looked at him carefully. “Luka …”

“Yes, I know. She told me.”

“She told you?” Kim asked, not quite sure if they were talking about the same thing.

“She told me that you two had been together.”

Kim was stunned.

“When?”

“Right before you left. I had figured it out. She just confirmed it.”

Kim just sat there, thinking about this. Had she completely misjudged Kerry? She was sure from the way her lover had abandoned her during the Shannon Wallace fiasco that Kerry was destined to live a closeted life.

“Do you know if anyone else knows?”

Luka’s smile returned as he leaned forward.

“About you two? I don’t know. About her being a *****?”

He paused and Kim found herself holding her breath.

“Everyone knows.” He stood and headed towards the door. “Talk to her.”

And with that Kim was left alone in a stunned silence. Everyone knows?

“Joe, somebody from cardiology is going to come down and talk with you about your options. I’ll come back and check on you in a few minutes, but you’re in good hands,” Kerry nodded towards Abby.

“Thanks Doc.”

She smiled back at him then pushed the door open and exited the trauma room, just missing walking into Luka.

“Kerry?”

“Um Luka, did you ever get that surgical consult?” She was talking to him but looking around the ER, clearly distracted.

“I’m just on my way to speak with them. Kerry?”

She looked at him.

“She’s in the lounge.”

Kerry let out a breath. “You should go get your consult.”

As he walked away from her Kerry found that she suddenly couldn’t move. Why was Kim here? Would she even want to talk to Kerry? What would they say to each other? Five years. So many things had happened in the past five years.

She steeled herself and started towards the lounge, pausing at the door to take a few deep breaths before entering. Oh God, you are so beautiful, was the only thought going through her mind as she looked at the woman seated in from of her. Kim looked up from the newspaper she was reading and smiled at her. Kerry was fairly sure she was smiling back, but at the moment she wasn’t sure of anything. Kim got up and walked towards her, stopping only a couple of feet from her.

“Hi Kerry.”

“Hi,” Kerry breathed it more than said it.

“How are you?”

“Fine. And you?”

“Fine.” The conversation was awkward and Kim knew that she needed to do something before they started talking about the weather in Chicago compared to San Francisco. She crossed her arms in front of herself and cocked her head to the side.

“So what’s this I hear about everyone knowing that you’re a *****?”