Scott was tired. Beyond tired. He had been spending all his days and nights at the hospital in the week since the accident over a week ago, and it was wearing him out. The constant thrum of machinery, sleeping in a straight backed armchair, being woken at all hours by the nurses checking on his brother. The only bright spot in an otherwise dark place was the company of Dr Callie Edwards. She had checked on them all more than a few times, always popping in with either coffee or home comforts whenever she was on shift. He wasn't ashamed to admit that those visits made his days. Virgil and Gordon's, too. They all liked the young doctor, especially when she brought in sweet treats for them. Yesterday, it had been home-made raspberry and white chocolate muffins. Gordon had raved about them for hours, making he and Virgil laugh until their ribs hurt. He had demanded that Scott hunt down the recipe so that Grandma Tracy could replicate them. Scott had promised to, as well as pick them all up a few things from Tracy Island. Now he had a day or two to catch up on some much needed rest, as well as talk to his father more about the doctor.

"Hullo Scott. How's your brother?" His father asked, looking up from the pile of papers on his desk.

"Morning father," he yawned, setting his bag down on the sofa. "He's fine. He and Virgil were playing Scrabble when I left. Callie brought it in for us."

"Callie?" Jeff Tracy frowned, capping his pen.

"Dr Edwards," Scott explained. "You said you would look into her, remember?"

Jeff huffed a laugh. "I looked into her."

Settling himself onto the sofa, Scott stifled another yawn. God, he needed sleep. "What did you find?"

Shuffling the papers, Jeff pulled out the sheaf of printed paper that he needed. "25 years old, graduated with honours. Studied at the hospital she now works for. Impeccable record and exam results, liked by all. No living relatives or commitments. Her last living relative was her father, died when she was 21. Originally from Scotland, moved to England to attend medical school at 17. Known women's rights activist, she campaigned for the hospital to have their own women's services."

Scott raised an eyebrow. He hadn't known that.

"She sounds like quite the girl."

Scott nodded. "I wish you could meet her. You'd love her. Gordon and Virgil like her too. Gordon is obsessed with her baking. She brings in home-made pastries for everyone whenever she's on shift."

Jeff sighed for a second, tilting his head. His eldest son seemed quite taken by this girl, and he had to admit that she sounded like someone who would fit in with International Rescue. "Penny is going to visit later this week when she returns from her cruise with the Earl of Winchester. I want her to meet your doctor friend. If Penny likes her, we can think about my meeting her or her coming here to meet everyone. In the meantime, get yourself some rest. When you go back, Virgil will come to rest up for a few days."

Trying to hide his broad grin, Scott played with the zipper of his holdall. "Is Grandma home? I brought a recipe back with me and Gordon asked me to beg her to try it out."

Laughing, Jeff nodded. "She's with Tin Tin and Alan by the pool. Alan wanted to get some sun before he and John swapped shifts on Thunderbird Five."

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"Good morning Dr Edwards."

Callie grinned. She would recognise that voice anywhere. "Don't you have a home to go to, Mr Tracy?" She teased.

"I suppose, but then how would I see you?" Scott handed her the coffee he had brought her.

"And where would I be without you kindly delivering my caffeine fix?"

Scott chuckled. "When do you finish?"

Pulling a face, Called sipped her coffee. "Seven tonight. With any luck!"

"There's a friend who will be coming in to see Gordon this evening. She would really like to meet you."

"Oh?" Callie raised an eyebrow. "Do I get to know who this friend is?"

"She's a family friend. Penny wants to thank you for all that you've done, and continue to do. Not just for Gordon, but for being discreet."

Blushing slightly, Callie took a mouthful of coffee, trying to distract Scott from her flushed face.

"It's my job to be discreet, you're not special or anything," she teased playfully.

Scott laughed, and it made Callie realise that actually, he was special. But the rare moment was cut short as the red phone rang, indicating a trauma call.

"Damnit," she whispered.

"I'd better get out of your way and let you work your magic. I'll see you this evening?"

Callie nodded and thanked Scott again for the coffee, before picking up the phone.

"Blue call from Delta 2606. One patient, male, RTC. Pedestrian versus car. Signs of a basal skull fracture with neurological impairment. Sats 100% on high flow oxygen, blood glucose 6.2, temperature 37 degrees Celsius. P on AVPU, GCS 10; 3,3 and 4. Heart rate 94, though it's been consistently tachycardic throughout our involvement. ETA 8 minutes."

Callie jotted down the notes she had been given, before thanking the operator and hanging up.

"Alright ladies and gents, we have a trauma call. ETA 8 minutes." Callie called out, chuckling slightly when she saw everyone leap away from the minor ailments they had been treating, a fresh light in their eyes.

"Charlie, can you alert Mrs Nolan and prepare Resus One for me please? I need three nurses and a registrar please."

As Callie prepared the staff, she seemed to transform. She was calm, cool, and in control. Gone were the quiet manners. Scott made a mental note never to get on the wrong side of her. He watched from the sidelines, where she couldn't see him, a quiet grin playing across his features. No, she would be perfect for International Rescue.