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"Ah ah," Jack holds a hand up, stopping you before you can get too far. "You know what I'm gonna ask?"

"I do, and here," You fish into your bag and draw out a ziplock bag of chocolate chip cookies.

"Oh come on," Ellis groans.

"Attending tax, Parker, nothing I can do," You insist, hurrying out of her reach as she fakes a swat at your hip.

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"I understand we have a case in here?"

You're facing the counter as you unpack the baked goods, but you don't need to look to recognize that voice. The feeling of his hands sliding over your hips makes you grin, even as you force your focus on unpacking the rest of the bag

"Who told you that?"

"One of our residents. Have you felt dizzy at all, ma'am?"

"Not a bit."

"Any fatigue, or feeling like you may faint?"

"None."

"Fascinating."

"What are you driving at?"

"Just checking all the boxes." John's grip on your hips tightens slightly as he turns you.

"What's the prognosis, doc?" You ask, smoothing your hands up over his arms.

"Despite your lack of symptoms, you, Mrs. Shen," His eyes sweep over your body as he crowds closer, "Are extremely hot."

You snort a laugh, shaking your head.

"Were you this bad a flirting when we were dating?"

"Worse. Much worse."

John dips in for a kiss, and you sigh, letting yourself sag against him.

"What'd you bring?" He mumbles between kisses.

"Mmm...Lemon bars."

"Lena?"

"Mhm."

"I swear, she loves you more than the rest of us."

"Well, she doesn't see me all the time."

"That's not a fair assessment."

"Why do you say that?"

"I see you all the time and I love you."

You melt a touch, leaning against the wall.

"It's a little different, J. You're married to me, she isn't. She just loves me for my baking."

"Well, that's true."

"Shen."

The two of you turn at the sound of Parker's, see her poking her head into the break room.

"We got incoming."

"Be there in a minute."

"No, he's coming now," You insist, beginning to step out of his arms—but John doesn't let you get far before he's tugging you back, drawing you in for a kiss. You grin, cupping his cheeks and pecking his lips one more time.

"Go save lives," You murmur. "I'll pick you up in the morning."

"You gonna bring me Dunkin?"

"Don't I always?" You chuckle, drawing away.

"I love you, baby."

"Love you, too."

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