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    Ten Degrees of Separation – (Chapter: The (Fe)Male Gaze or Recasting the Primal Scene, Redux; Part Two: Greek Chorus Swing)

    Two: Greek Chorus Swing

    "Did somebody call for Carter’s psych consult?"

    "Yeah. She said she was on her way down."

    "She? Legaspi’s on tonight?"

    "Swing."

    "And Carter?"

    "Till midnght."

    "And Weaver?"

    "Her too."

    "What about Kovac?"

    "He’s off today."

    "Damn."

    The elevator doors chimed, and four pairs of eyes swiveled to watch Kim Legaspi step briskly out of the car, a professionally bland expression on her face. It was a little game she played with herself, appearing to be completely oblivious to the inevitable cluster that appeared around the admit desk whenever she was called down for a consult. She wasn’t going to force the issue by letting the constant scrutiny rattle her– though a couple of times the frustration of feeling like the topic of every water-cooler conversation in the hospital had rendered her so coolly civil that a few less-than-good-natured complaints of frostbite had been lodged against her.

    Today, however, she was inclined to be charitable and attributed it mostly to the still-liquid feeling in her legs. A few hours with Abby Lockhart– even when they made her ever-so-slightly-late for her shift– had a way of working out her tensions, and she counted herself lucky that she had found not a little solace in the other woman’s arms. Today, though, Abby had introduced a new step into their delicate gavotte, and Kim quite frankly didn’t know what she wanted to do about it.

    "You called for me?" she asked, striding up to the admit desk and shaking off the troubling thoughts. Work was the only matter at hand worth paying attention to, and she wasn’t going to let anybody think they had caught her mooning over Abby when she should have been on duty.

    Randi jerked her head towards the board. "Carter, your crazy consult’s here."

    Inwardly wincing at both the characterization and the consulting physican, Kim picked up the chart Randi slid in her direction, her thanks landing on vacant air as the desk clerk returned her focus to the copy of British Vogue spread out before her. "What’s up?" she asked Carter, glancing through the chart and finding most of it blank.

    "Guy in Curtain 1. Wandered in, vaguely disoriented. Chem, lytes, CVC– all normal."

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    1. Love the story! I actually read this when it was on the Chronicles site. Have you done a bit of rewriting? I seem to remember it being unfinished on that website, so I’m really excited to see how the story turns out. Please keep going!!! And yes I am taking sides – viva la pelirrojo!

    2. Love the story! I actually read this when it was on the Chronicles site. Have you done a bit of rewriting? I seem to remember it being unfinished on that website, so I’m really excited to see how the story turns out. Please keep going!!! And yes I am taking sides – viva la pelirrojo!

    3. This story is great. I love the treatment of the characters in my favorite show. Thanks for taking time to write this. I’m so looking forward to more.

    4. This story is great. I love the treatment of the characters in my favorite show. Thanks for taking time to write this. I’m so looking forward to more.

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