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Samira’s blunt dismissal of Cassie’s horniness sticks with her the rest of the morning. Like a curse.
She’s seemingly labelled herself as the doc to flirt with after leaving patient number four who made fuck me eyes at her.
Which is exactly how she finds herself noticing Dr Santos staring a little too long at her chain whilst she comes over to the station.
“Hey,” she greets like they haven’t already seen each other earlier in the work day. Then the eyes really start. Cassie’s seen Victoria’s sweet puppy dog eyes no less than a hundred times, she even felt a little disappointed to see them go when her rotation had ended, and sought them out again when Victoria came back to the department. But the same sweet, a little lost, a little too cheerful to be in this dank place look is not what the bright light in Santos’s eyes seem to say.
Those are more fuck me eyes.
At least, scathingly, Cassie mulls them over, she’s a woman. Her actual type.
Cassie rolls up one of her jacket sleeve’s to see if Santos will catch it. And. She does. Her lip darts out before slinking back into that plush pink mouth and damn. Cassie’s actually considering it.
She’s sure Santos was marked as Dr Yolanda Garcia Surgeon’s Property the first day she stepped foot into this place. Yet, here she is, the doc herself proving she doesn’t let that label stop her from getting some.
“Hey,” she greets back, forcing herself to look down at the tablet she’d been staring at CT results on for the past few minutes, avoiding going back to the patients room for a few too many seconds to now be stuck in the same predicament only this time with a colleague.
“My kid Kylie,” she sticks a finger out to poke in the patients general vicinity, “she’s around your sons age I think.”
“Harrison? He just turned twelve.” Normally she’d use this opportunity to brag about his skating accomplishments or how advanced his writing is for his age but it feels decidedly wrong to be as horny as she is and let her kid be used in hopefully accomplishing a good lay.
Santos nods at her, “can I ask what you do to get him to talk? Fess something up?”
“Oh,” she feels a little self conscious for assuming Santos was absolutely flirting with her. Clearly she had wanted some advice and had been sizing her up for signs that she wasn’t in the mood. Cassie should really stop thinking so highly of herself. “Yeah,” she thinks quickly trying to make herself useful, “I normally repeat what he said a little bit out of order and he rushes to correct me but in that rush he messes up. Tends to do the trick.”
She looks back down at the tablet and logs out, putting it back into the charging station.
“CT results,” she tips her head in the direction of her own patient. Santos nods, “thanks.”
They both head off in their patients directions, Cassie turns briefly to see Santos has also turned. Their eyes catch and for a second Cassie feels sure about her assumptions once more.
Then she lets the man’s dull domineer and annoying flirting take over her brain before she’s telling him his results and moving onto the next patient.
Its not until much later in the shift when Cassie’s given the opportunity to talk to Dr Santos again. She spots her over with Victoria in a corner and approaches.
Victoria catches her first and smiles waving. “Did you see the video I sent you?” She asks as Cassie stops before them.
She had watched the skating tricks compilation Victoria had sent her that morning hoping to God when she had her next babysit Harrison she wouldn’t let him watch them. Hoping even more so she wouldn’t let them be attempted.
“Yes,” she laughs loosely. She blinks between them when she sees Victoria nudge Santos a little. They simultaneously giggle which has a rush of fear take over Cassie. She feels so much younger than she is as she watches these two bright sparks laugh over her inability to be cool.
“That last one was cool right?” Victoria seems to be eyeing Santos the entire time she speaks, who attempts to covertly elbow Victoria back but ends up slamming into the wall instead. Losing her cross legged footing.
Victoria’s loud laugh draws Perlah and Princess’s attention to them as Santos trips over herself, her pale skin lighting up bright red as she makes a fool out of herself.
“Stop,” Santos shushes Victoria.
To ease her pain Cassie smoothly brings up Santos’s patient from earlier.
“Did it work out with your kid?”
Santos hesitantly nods, looking like her spark was dulled a tad. Victoria seems to take that as a sign to walk off, she points at Dr Al-Hashimi and starts to mumble something about presenting a case.
“She was uh-” Santos begins to self soothe in a way that reminds Cassie of how she copes with drug withdrawal patients and former addicts. A little close to home for Santos. It makes Cassie feel a little lighter inside to know that she was approached to help when the patient made Santos feel a similar way. Despite knowing she shouldn’t let those (simple minded horny) feelings overshadow the professional moment.
“Witnessing abuse at home,” Santos clears her throat, “I tried what you said, thank you.”
Cassie nods, feeling her inner Dana take over, “no worries,” she soothes Santos.
“It’s always tough when there’s a kid in here.”
“Yeah,” Santos agrees. “So uh-” Santos seems to try and take them back to a lighter spot. “Have you tried the new app yet?”
“Oh fuck no,” Cassie can’t help herself. “That’s not happening.” She laughs in a way which is the opposite of charming.
Santos seems to agree with her take though and lights up more as they chat amicably until a trauma is rolled in through the ambulance bay and they both rush over to see to the patients care.
It’s difficult to think she’s so much older than Santos whilst only being a year ahead of her professionally speaking.
But it’s all forgotten until she’s marching to her locker and ignoring Shen’s tutting.
“John I am going home,” she catches his eye and he shrugs at her.
“Your loss.”
“Is it really?” She laughs at him from her locker.
Then she’s startled by Santos appearing from around the corner, she already has her backpack hanging off one shoulder and her smile stands firm on her face as she approaches.
“Want to catch a movie tonight?” She asks with a total coolness that Cassie finds utterly intimidating.
“Sure,” she manages to not squeak out a response. She follows Santos out.
“Uh- I drove here,” Santos points at her car, where a lost looking Whitaker is standing. He seems to see Santos and droop with disappointment.
“I’ll get the bus,” he starts.
But Cassie stops him, “I drove too,” her cars old and beat up which would normally make her inclined to act like she didn’t own one but she felt awful for kicking Whitaker from his ride.
Santos chucks Whitaker her keys and instructs him to “take care of my baby. I’ll be back later.”
Cassie shows Santos to her vehicle and drives them to the nearest theatre.
Getting out of the car Santos licks her lips and looks at her, “I have to admit I didn’t think you’d actually take me to the movies.”
Cassie doesn’t know what to say to that. Her heart pounds at a million miles an hour.
She feels hazy with those words. Ego smashed.
Her face heats up as she rolls her shoulders, “is that not the plan?”
Santos smirks. “I could think of better things to do for two hours instead?”
Cassie feels stupid again, hearing the young woman correct her self doubt. She can’t help herself but sit up in the drivers seat a little straighter when she ducks back in.
“Where to?” Cassie locks her car doors again and gets out of park.