Saving lives at a high cost

Bridget Sommers || 30 || Surgeon at Hillcrest Memorial Hospital I recognise that the practice of medicine is a privilege with which comes considerable responsibility and I will not abuse my position.

[dr-sommers]

Late....

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"Don’t usually even try. As long as it doesn’t break any laws." He realized he’d drifted off for a moment when Bridget turned and ordered her coffee. Doctors really shouldn’t be allowed to look like her. Because she was damn gorgeous. It didn’t seem fair in a way. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You really didn’t have to do that." He took the card and then placed his bottle of water on the counter with the simple order, "Large coffee black." Before turning back and saying, "I owe you a coffee at the very least."

[dr-sommers]

"Sometimes it's fun breaking certain laws." Bridget was only speaking of minor ones that wouldn't lead to much trouble, but the rush that came with attempting left her adrenaline pumping. "I know I don't have to, but I want to." She smiled up at him and after he was done ordering she paid the woman, taking her coffee and food. "How about you owe me something stronger than coffee?" 

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Finally

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"Just waiting for the right company. Even better, doll. It’s been several years though. We’re big kids now with big kid jobs."

[dr-sommers]

"And what constitutes as the right company? Yes it has. And you still look the same. But it's Dr. Sommers now."

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Finally

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"Sounds like fun to me. My touch? It’s only gotten better with age, beautiful."

[dr-sommers]

"Drinking alone? Not the James I remember. Are you like fine aged scotch?"

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Finally

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"Drink till I can’t function, pretty much."

[dr-sommers]

"That sounds like....not a lot of fun. Have you lost your touch? Do I have to remind you?"

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Finally

"A day off tomorrow and I have zero plans of sleeping any time soon."

[dr-sommers]

"And what do you plan to do to fill all that free time?"

[dr-sommers]

Late....

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He smiled at the woman in front of him, grinning down at her, “Just a lady that knows her mind. I like it.” He looked up at the line when she turned counting the number quickly, as catching her eyes when she looked back at him. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at his shoes laughing at himself. He’d just spent the night before in a deep dark hole because of a girl that he knew deserved better than him. He took out his card and wrote his cell on it. “Don’t call the office number unless it’s a police emergency. The number on the back though… That’s for you.”

[dr-sommers]

"Can't fault anyone for knowing what they like." He had a nice smile. She was a sucker for gorgeous eyes and smiles. Bridget slanted his head at the quiet male. He was lost in thought and she turned to face the front counter. "I'll have a large coffee. Nothing in it please and a chocolate croissant. And whatever the gentlemen wants." She turned back around when he handed her the card with an explanation. A smile graced her features. "I'll keep that in mind." She reached into her bag and pulled out her card. "The one with the cell, you can call that anytime you want." 

[dr-sommers]

High Notes || Bridget & Dean

[detectivedeansnow]

When Dean left the hospital, he brought the guy back to the station. “I want the name of your dealer and then I’ll just give you a couple of months, Kenny. Come on.” Kenny was still refusing, placing him into a jail cell after he got booked. “We’re going to hold you for twenty four hours and then maybe you’ll think twice about selling to little kids for your dealer.”  He said this as he walked away, heading up to the offices. Dean went into his office, sitting behind his desk he filled out the paperwork that he needed to fill out. Hearing his fax machine go off, he rolled over to it thanks to his chair and grabbed it. Putting it into the file, he would get this to James in the morning. Right now, he had plans. For once he was going to leave earlier then what he usually would. But he was going out for a drink with Bridget Sommers, so yeah that was more important than work for him right now. Making sure that he had everything that he needed, he stood up from behind his desk. Heading over to the door, opening it. Once he shut off the light, he made sure to lock up his office before he left the building. 

It seemed like a good idea to get out, actually going out for a drink with someone that wasn’t just the guys from work. Getting into his car, starting it, he drove to the hospital. He was actually in his regular car, it was more like a Jeep. Once he arrived at the hospital, he parked and got out. Heading inside to wait for her. Seeing Bridget, there was a smile on his lips now. “Hey. Good, I’m glad I thought that I was going to be late to be honest.” He said this as he went over to her, meeting her half way. Dean was a nervous a little bit to be honest, but he was going to put those aside and focus on them getting a drink. “Are you ready?” He asked, that smile of his remained on the corner of his lips.

[dr-sommers]

A bright smile plastered on her face. Bridget was not one to be shy. "I don't mind if you ran a couple minutes late. Work can manage to take up most of your time without you even realizing it." Her arm slipped between his. "I am ready to go out and have some fun. It's been a long time." She walked with him out onto the side walk. "There is a pub close by we can walk to." She looked up at him. The detective was very attractive. A little timid, or it could be nerves. She wouldn't bite. 

Her teeth scrape along her lower tier. "Did you get the information you needed from the culprit?" She asked. Dealers who sold to kids deserved to be roughed up. They deserved a lot more to be honest. She knew of a few suppliers, but she was obligated to keep quiet. Boston could be a beautiful city, but all cities had their weak points. Their darkness and over time the blanket of darkness consume more. "Where you born in Boston?"

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[dr-sommers]

High Notes || Bridget & Dean

Bridget finished her last file for the night and said her good nights to the nurses and did a brief over with the next doctors coming on shift with patients who were currently in rooms. Most nights she would stay a little longer and help out, but tonight she had other plans. Finding herself in the staff room, she opened her locker and hung up her white coat. She pulled out her jeans, switching them over from her work pants. She reached in for her sheer blouse and slipped it on over her tank top. She tugged the elastic from her hair and shook her head to let her auburn hair hang over her shoulders, running her fingers through them. She found the Bombshell's in bloom body mist and spritzed herself before grabbing her bag and closing her locker. 

It would be nice going out. A change from her normal routine. The heel of her boots clicked on the floor and she smiled saying good night to others as she made her way to the front doors of the hospital. It would be easier to meet the detective there. Standing outside of the doors, the cool wind causing her body to shudder. She looked around for his face, her arms crossing over her chest. A smile crept over her facial features when she saw him and gave a small wave. "Hey. You made it just on time."

[adrian-the-lance]

Merc smiled as she ground herself into him. His hands found her waist and he spoke heatedly in her ear.

"What else would we do? Talk all night?"

[dr-sommers]

Bridget's body moved with his. He was a pretty decent dancer. An arm reached back to wrap loosely around his neck. "It should be dancing or drinking, no talking Merc."

[detectivedeansnow]

Argh!

[detectivedeansnow]

"Just a little bit but in my defense he ran." He shrugged and chuckled a little bit. "That is very true. Consider yourself lucky for that one. Thank you for that, you are the only one that I trust with the people I bring in." Dean didn’t bring in a lot of people but when he did, he only trusted a few people to treat them. "That is very true." Sighing a little bit, he shoved his hands into his pockets, looking at her again. "That is perfectly fine with me actually. I will be back here in thirty then." Nodding his head a little bit. "Thank you. Means a lot that you do that and plus it helps." Smiling a little bit, he glanced down and than back at her. "Lets hope that neither of us get lost in the mayhem and madness of our work before our drinks. Thank you." 

[dr-sommers]

"I'm not here to judge, detective Snow. We are all trying to do our part in keeping Boston safe." She smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "It's good to hear that you trust me. There are only few I trust too. Everyone seems to have an hidden agenda." Bridget kept her eyes focused on his. "That is my job. And I know how crazy it can be over at HQ. I'll be ready for you in thirty." She turned before looking back at him. "It will take a little longer than that to loose myself. You don't need to thank me. I'll see you soon, Snow."

[detectivedeansnow]

Argh!

[detectivedeansnow]

Dean looked over at the man that was handcuffed to the bed. “I didn’t mean to get to rough with him. He just ran and he was probably high.” He said this, glancing back at her. “I bet he will be. Just wish he would give up his dealer for me. Maybe I’ll cut him a deal.” He shrugged a little bit, glancing back to the man. Before turning his attention back to her. “I’ll be back in thirty, to pick you up or we could just meet at the pub.” There was a small smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. “That is very true. I like were your head is at, Dr. Sommers.”

[dr-sommers]

"Too rough?" She chuckled. "I'm not the one who has to make the report. But my findings will be in his file. He'll live. I'm sure that is all that matters." Her eyes darted to the man on the bed. "They would rather die than rat. I've learned that much." She had seen a lot when she worked at the club. More than she cared to see. "Why don't we meet here? If that's alright with you. " She gave the nurse a nod when she passed by and handed her the file. She took a final glance over the paperwork. "I'll send this over to headquarters for you." She closed the file and tucked it under her arm. "I have to find some way to not lose myself to the mayhem around us. He's all yours."

[detectivedeansnow]

Argh!

[detectivedeansnow]

"I could use a drink. I just need to get him to a jail cell first. If you want, we could get a drink or something. No, its not. That sounds like life actually, it meant to kick you around even when things are good." 

[dr-sommers]

Bridget glanced over at the room the man was in and back at the detective. "The nurse should be done in about five minutes. There were no major injuries. A few scrapes and bruises. No concussion. He'll be sore in the morning." Her eyes flickered up at the clock on the wall. "I'm off in thirty, if you wanted to grab a drink." A smile lingered on her face. "Life may be full of crappy moments, but sometimes, the people who are around you, make it a little more worthwhile."

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shake it… sh-sh-shake it… 

[dr-sommers]

"Shake what your mamma gave you."

[detectivedeansnow]

Argh!

[detectivedeansnow]

"No, I guess its not. Life isn’t that easy, I guess. Yeah, hence why I’m out here. I needed the breather." 

[dr-sommers]

"Did you need anything? I can get one of the nurses to get you a drink, or some food. Life is never meant to be easy. It's meant to drag you down and laugh when you try to pick yourself up."

[detectivedeansnow]

Argh!

[detectivedeansnow]

"Not really. Just wishing that sometimes it was easier with criminals, Dr. Sommers."

[dr-sommers]

"It will never be easy. It's not supposed to be. But we have to learn to step back sometimes and breathe."

[adrian-the-lance]

"You ask that to every guy who buys you a drink at the club? Don’t worry about what I do… it ain’t nearly as glamorous as bein’ a Doctor…"

[dr-sommers]

"No. But this isn't our first time talking. If you say so. Are we going to go dance?"