Jess & Riley

[jesswhitman]

Just because Jess Whitman was new on the job didn’t mean he had to feel ostracized. In fact, he saw the new surroundings as an excuse to get to know them. First, however, before he went and flirted with nurses, he had some doctors to introduce himself to. Always preferring the stairs, Jess’ legs took him up to the fourth floor swiftly, two or three

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[e_jeanriley]

Riley really did not want to answer that. But Franklin had paged her after lunch, giving her a heads up that the new intern might be coming by. And that the department was collectively forking him over onto her responsibilities. So, she answered the door, smile bright on her face.

She had been finishing the paperwork for the next millennium, and her hand was starting to cramp up, so it wasn’t an entirely unwelcome reprieve, which made it easier to smile. Besides, the swelling of her lip had gone down long ago, and it hurt much less. It’d probably help if she quit biting it, but it was impulsive. “Good afternoon,” a cheery tone. “You’re Dr. Whitman?” Riley held the door open for the intern to enter, gesturing him in.

[jesswhitman]

Ah. Most definitely not a scary Irish lady. Jess smiled, the expression warm as it split his face. His green eyes focused on her split lip, and he was mildly concerned, as well as intrigued. “That’s technically me. When given a choice I go by Jess.” He grabbed Riley’s hand, and lifted it gallantly. “Enchante, mademoiselle.” He coupled his French with an overdone bow, and an exaggerated accent.

Hey, he had taken French in school. Romantic language my ass, it was all rolling of the ‘r’s’ and pretending to like caffeine-charged beverages. But anyway, that was beside the point. Jess stepped into Riley’s office, long legs taking two strides. “And you’re the elusive Doc R.”

[e_jeanriley]

Well, that was one way to make a memorable first impression. Not allowing herself to be as thrown as she should be, Riley smiled coolly, arching an eyebrow. As Jess entered her office, she made a bit of a ‘Hoo, boy,’ face out to the corridor as she closed her door behind him. “Guilty as charged.”

Riley slid her hands into the pocket of her lab coat, brain already working to assess the intern. “I assure you, not too many of the stories are true.” She smiled as she tugged a chair towards her desk, sitting in one adjacent to it and gesturing for Whitman to sit down. “I’m sure you’ve heard it today, but welcome to Princeton-Plainsboro.”

[jesswhitman]

“Yep. I’ve heard it more times than I can count, and yet…” A mock-thoughtful look, “It never gets old.” Jess grinned a little; Riley certainly had a handle on her image at PPTH, if not control, than at least a passing familiarity about the hobnob in the halls. A bit of a sly look, “Just for clarification, could you tell me what is and isn’t true?”