When they got to the hospital Tina gave her details with Bette stood a few feet behind her. Bette was bearing in mind Peggy’s words and was surveying the waiting room for anything suspicious. Nothing had caught her attention by the time they had sat down to wait to see a doctor, so they tried to keep the conversation light. It wasn’t long before Tina’s name was called, and Bette instinctively stood to her feet to help her up.

"Will you come in with me?" she asked nervously.

"Of course" Bette followed Tina into the cubicle.

"Hi there. Which one of you is Tina?" the doctor asked.

"That would be me"

"Ok Tina. Could you take off your shirt for me and lay down on your front on the bed for me"

Tina unbuttoned her shirt and tried to shrug it back off her shoulders. She looked at the doctor who was getting together some notes, and so turned to Bette.

"Bette, could you help me?"

"Sure" with shaking hands Bette slid Tina’s shirt off her shoulders and couldn’t help but admire the toned back that was exposed infront of her.

"Thanks" Tina wouldn’t make eye contact Bette as she walked over to lie on the bed.

The examination was quick, and all too soon (in Bette’s mind) Tina was putting her shirt back on.

"I’ll be back with you in a minute Miss Kennard" the doctor left and Bette followed him before Tina could say anything.

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That day Shane and Carmen had worked alongside each other as though nothing had happened the night before. After they’d kissed, they’d both just gone to thir respective homes. It was unusual to Shane in so many ways. Normally if she hooked up with a woman in a club, she’d always go home with them, then leave first thing in the morning. And she always acted like nothing had happened if she ever bumped into them. And it had never bothered her before. But with Carmen, it was different. She kept watching her, and all she wanted to do was wrap her arms round her and feel her body close. But instead she had to be content with watching the way she moved, and how every so often she would flick her hair and flash that brilliant smile of hers.

The end of the day came and Shane was lighting up a cigarette outside the building when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

"So…you fancy a drink?" Shane turned to find Carmen grinning at her

"I thought you’d never ask"

"You underestimate me Shane" Carmen smiled coyly.

"So where are we going for this drink?"

"Well…I do have some beers in my fridge…if you’re game?" Carmen raised an eyebrow.

"Lead the way"

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"Excuse me Doctor"

"How can I help you?" the doctor turned to Bette.

"I need a word with you"

The two of them moved into a corner on Bette’s assistance when she pulled out her identity card.

"What can I do for you Agent Porter?" the doctor looked concerned.

"I’m working undercover as, well, a kind of bodyguard for Miss Kennard. She’s here tonight because we were under fire. It’s imperative that no-one knows she’s here. And that I’m permitted to stand as an armed guard with her at all times"

"I understand Agent Porter. Our patients well being is of course our priority. However, as is our policy, we have informed Miss Kennard’s next of kin that she has been admitted"

"Right. Who would that be?"

"Erm…" the doctor consulted her notes "It’s her boyfriend, Eric Martin"