Part 1.
Dave sighed, his feet propped up on the desk and the clipboard on his knees, looking over his final chart of the day when somebody tapped him on the shoulder. He yelped, jumping up and tumbling over backwards onto the hard concrete floor. "What in the hell did you do that for!?" Muttered Dave irritably as the chart which had perched precariously on the desk, slipped off and thumped him on the head.
Mark Greene grinned, this was getting better than he thought. "Are you okay Dave?"
"Yeah.." Dave stood, brushing himself off, rubbing his head and sticking the chart in the rack. "I'm fine. What did you want, Dr.Greene?"
"I know this will sound weird Malucci.. But I REALLY need you to do me a favour..."
Slowly Mark outlaid his plans, he was called away to his aunt's place who was in poor health. It was short notice, and certainly, Malucci was his last and final hope. Nobody else could do it. Malucci was the bottom of the barrel. "I wouldn't ask otherwise."
Dave sighed. "She hates me, Dr.G... She'll never let me in the car. How am I supposed to take her anywhere??"
"I'll talk to her. It'll be fine. She knows everyone else is busy on Thursday nights." Mark sighed and wondered what could be so important on Thursday nights.
"NIGHTS? I have to do this more than once!?" Dave groaned. Once was bad enough, but more than once? That was cruel and unusual punishment.
"Malucci. Do you value your job?" Mark replied in a deadly tone.
"Hey!!! You can't do that!" Dave whined. "I'll go to Romano.."
Mark laughed. "You don't think I cleared this with the pompous toad?? You're so close to being fired, there's flames up your ass.. If he heard you weren't willing to help his 'Lizzie.' God knows what he could do.."
Dave swallowed nervously. "Okay.. You got me.. I'll do it.. But the only heavy breathing I'll be doing will be afterwards in bed with my girlfriend.. Got it?"
Mark rolled his eyes. "You're disgusting Malucci."