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HAPPY FOURTH.

I dont want to spoil anything so I'll ask this as discreetly as possible...ummm, so there is a part in here with an unnamed character that I would very much like your opinion on. In other words if any one is being super OOC in this please notify me immediately so I can fix it. Thhaaaaanks.

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It had only taken you a couple minutes to down your drink that way you could get to work. Kairi on the other hand seemed to be slowly enjoying hers as she left it on the main ER desk to come back to. Personally, you weren’t comfortable leaving your drinks lying around in the ER unattended. For one, you were in the ER. Who knew what time of crap was about to go down in here. The last thing you wanted was some unknown contagion seeping into your drink. Secondly, leaving your drink like that left it susceptible to be poisoned. Of course, Kairi had never been and probably would never be a paranoid SHIELD agent so she didn’t have any worries about the second one. The first fear was totally plausible though and you almost cringed when she took another sip from her drink.

“Is [Name] in?”

You turned away from Kairi to glance over at Chase who was sweeping the room with his eyes looking for you. “Over here.”

Chase’s eyes turned to you, and you could see a flash of annoyance in his eyes as he waved you over. You grabbed your stethoscope, wrapping it around your neck, and then made your way over to the impeccably dressed doctor.

“What’s wrong?”

He sighed, “I have a follow-up here, but the guy with him is specifically asking for you.”

“Is that all?” You shrugged.

“One is kind of an ass and the other is annoying and irritable.” Chase replied.

You gave him a cheeky smile and pointed in his direction, “Looks like someone else might be irritable.”

Chase rolled his eyes and moved your hand away with his own, “Can you take it?”

You took the case folder from him with a nod and smile. He moved past you to take the next case as you headed toward the checkup room, wondering who would request you personally. You didn’t bother looking at the file before stepping into the room. It was a bit of a sight to see.

Standing in the corner of the room, with an unhappy frown, was Cloud Strife. The detective wore black slacks, a white button up shirt, and an MCU jacket over it all. You could see his badge hooked to his belt right beside a gun you assumed to be loaded. Sitting on the bed however was a man that you could only describe as a pirate.

He wore a black shirt with the top few buttons undone showing his chest. Leather pants tucked into boots, rings on his fingers, guy liner, tussled hair, and a missing hand. Chase really had dealt with a pirate before. The pirate’s lips twitched up in a smirk and you noticed that his right hand was handcuffed to the bed rail.

“You know”, He drawled in an Irish accent glancing from Cloud back to you, “Handcuffed to the bed, grumpy policeman, gorgeous doctor. I think I’ve seen a movie like this, and it wasn’t the type in theaters.”