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There must be something in the water, some contaminant the news hasn’t reported, because Robby has no idea what the fuck has gotten into his doctors lately.
It started with Santos.
He’d finally finished that morning’s now-stale coffee when he heard it. A crash, followed by swearing, coming from the supply closet. There’s Santos, pinned against the wall, Garcia’s hand down her scrub pants, boxes scattered everywhere. When the door opens, they spring apart.
There’s a long, awkward silence before he speaks, “Get back to work. And clean up the boxes.”
Garcia isn’t one of “his doctors”, but Santos is. He should give more of a shit but it’s been a long week. Truthfully, it isn’t anything he hasn’t done before. Plus, he’ll take any excuse to avoid Gloria (and HR).
Santos finds him later to apologize. He simply says, “Don’t let it happen again. Next time, I won’t hesitate to involve HR.”
It continued with Mohan.
According to Lena, it’d been a relatively calm night. Robby headed to the roof for a moment of peace before the inevitable chaos.
He wasn’t prepared to find Abbot and Mohan together, in a somewhat compromising position.
Technically, neither of them were on shift. Mohan’s doesn’t start for another 15 minutes. Abbot clocked out early, all his patients discharged.
He hightails it out of there before they see him. Plausible deniability.
The last straw came from the person he’d least expect, with the person he’d most expect. (Well, that’s a slight exaggeration when it comes to Langdon, but not Mel.)
Everyone suspected there was something going on between them. The day Langdon stopped wearing his wedding ring three months ago, the betting pot tripled.
Robby watched them, how they worked so seamlessly together, constantly jumping into each other’s cases. How he made sure she took enough breaks. How she made sure he drank water, not just Red Bull.
He’d seen them in the break room together last week, sitting suspiciously close together- her head on his shoulder, his arm draped across her back. They hadn’t disclosed anything to HR yet, but so long as their work wasn’t impacted, it wasn’t really any of his business.
The view from the top deck of the garage is actually pretty nice. This morning, there’s only one other car parked up here. He mindlessly glances towards it and stops dead in his tracks, in disbelief at the sight.
There’s Mel, writhing on top of Langdon, giving it her all. She’s still fully clothed, but he can see hands moving places he doesn’t want to think about. She throws her head back, mouth open. Langdon, shirtless, sits up, biting her neck, thrusting up against her. He pulls up her shirt, kissing and sucking at her chest.
Robby beats a hasty retreat towards the stairs.
Sitting at his work station, he pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out the most exasperated sigh Dana has ever heard.
“You okay there, slugger?”
“I need a fucking vacation.”