The Luka and Kerry Stuck-In-An-Elevator Show!
Part Two
By Miesque
miesque48@hotmail.com

RATING: PG (mild language)
SETTING: End of S7
CATEGORY: A Luka Kovac/Kerry Weaver Story, Part 2/?

DISCLAIMER 1: I don’t own Luka and Kerry. If I did, they would currently be married and expecting their first baby. ;) Warner Bros., Amblin Entertainment, NBC & several other guy$ in $uit$ do own them.

DISCLAIMER 2: This one took a total of about, oh, forty-five minutes to write. I'm not sure where it came from. I'm currently working on part 3. At this rate, I might have it out by tomorrow evening. We'll see. :)

SYNOPSIS: Luka and Kerry are rescued from the elevator and realize that everybody-including Mongolian yak breeders-knows what they were doing while trapped together. I decided to follow up on ‘Hooked On A Ceiling’ and will just see where it goes. Will it eventually be NC-17? I rather doubt it.

SPOILERS: Maybe a hint or two of stuff that happened in S6, and hints of stuff seen in spoilers for S7, about which I am severely in denial.

THANKS TO: My three wonderful friends (and editors) for constant and steady encouragement.



Sergeant Ratcliff pried the doors of the elevator open, and peered through the gap at Luka and Kerry, who were leaning innocently against the wall, waiting. Both looked a little...ruffled. Kerry’s blouse was buttoned unevenly, and Luka’s tie was crooked. Her face was flushed, and he was examining his feet as if he’d never seen them before.

“God, I’m tall,” Luka muttered under his breath. He felt dizzy. I can’t have lost that much blood, he thought.

“Which one of you guys wants to get out first?” Ratcliff asked, fascinated by the tableaux before him. The short redhead was pretty in a quirky kind of way, and the tall doctor was the sort Ratcliff’s wife of twenty-three years would fantasize about for months. None of my business, he thought, what they were doing in there. But it’ll be a great story down at the firehouse tonight.

Luka glanced at Kerry, who looked down. “Uh, Dr. Weaver should go first,” he said at last.

“No, Luka, you’re hand is hurt. You should go first.”

“Somebody make a decision,” Ratcliff said impatiently. “Rescue from stuck elevators is not a democratic process.”

“All right, Kerry, you go first. It’s all right,” Luka nodded. She sighed and stepped forward. Ratcliff grabbed her wrists, got her into a firm grip, and with Luka assisting from below (his hands on a part of Kerry’s anatomy that had gone untouched for quite a while), she was pulled quickly to safety.

“Okay, Dr. Kovac. You ready? How’s your hand?”

“Just fine,” Luka answered wearily.

He felt like a teenager with a delightful secret. He and Kerry had enjoyed the forty-five minutes alone together-he had miscalculated the speed and efficiency of the Chicago Fire Department-but had agreed mutually to keep things quiet for now. She was still his superior at work, after all. Whatever happened in the future, Luka and Kerry had agreed to keep their little tête-à-tête a secret for the time being.

“It’s gonna hurt,” Ratcliff said, looking Luka squarely in the eye. “I’ll have to grab your hands first.”

Luka nodded, braced himself, and reached up. Ratcliff grabbed his hands, Luka winced from the pain, and in moments was being hauled through the narrow gap and onto the cool linoleum of the sixth floor. What department was the sixth floor? Luka wondered. Billing? OB? Psych? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. He just wanted to lie down for a while and contemplate the marble pattern on the linoleum. He had slept on hard floors before. Maybe now was a good time for a nice nap. He closed his eyes and exhaled.

“Luka, are you all right?” Kerry asked.

“Magnificent,” Luka answered, forcing himself up onto his hands and knees. He moved into a sitting position and remained on the floor a moment, looking up to find himself surrounded by three tall firemen, Kerry Weaver, two nurses, and a doctor with whom he was vaguely acquainted. Dr. Whatsit-Luka was never good with names-bent down.

“Dr. Kovac, have you had your tetanus updated?” He had an accent Luka couldn’t place at the moment.

“I think I just lost a bit of blood,” Luka answered. Ratcliff and Dr. Whatsit helped him to his feet. Luka immediately felt dizzy and wished he could sit down without looking like a swooning 90-year old spinster. But Dr. Whatsit sensed something was wrong and dragged Luka over to a chair and made him sit. “Oh, God...do I have to have a shot? I know, I know. I’m a doctor, I give shots every day, but...” He was rambling a bit, making little sense.

Kerry, unable to fight her way through the pack, could only peer through a gap at Luka, eyes worried.

“I’m fine,” Luka insisted, after his head starting clearing a little. “Just...I didn’t eat breakfast. That’s all. Can somebody get me a muffin or something? I’m starving!”

“Get him a muffin!” Kerry yelled over her shoulder, startling a young intern, who dropped a trap laden with urine samples and skittered away, pure terror in her eyes.

“Or maybe a banana. A banana’d be nice.”

“How about a banana-nut muffin?” one of the nurses asked, with no trace of sarcasm. She must be new, Kerry thought.

“Sure. Whatever. No nuts, though, please. I hate nuts. And something to drink. Orange juice, maybe.”

“Get him downstairs and get his hand stitched!” Kerry snapped. “Good God, we’ll feed him on the elevator!”

“I’m not getting on another damned elevator!” Luka growled.

“Well, you have no choice. Either ride down or I’ll make you lie on a gurney, Luka,” Kerry threatened.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Luka muttered. He caught Kerry’s eye, and saw a smile there. What a sweet, kind woman she was, he thought. Boy, am I in deep.



The ER was buzzing with gossip. Randi was hardly the sort to keep a good story under wraps, and she had told Chuny about what she’d seen via through the elevator security cameras, and from there it had spread like wildfire. By now, everyone was waiting eagerly to see Kerry and Luka get off the elevator.

In moments, the elevator dinged, the doors slid open, and Dr. Weaver stepped out, crutching purposefully toward the front desk. Every eye in the ER was on her. Even patients had overheard and were watching with interest.

Kerry skidded to a stop and stared at them. “What?” she finally blurted out. She was carrying her tattered lab coat under one arm, and looked a little disheveled and bright-eyed. She saw Haleh and Lilly nudge each other and grin.

“What? What is it?” Kerry demanded. “What’s going on?” Alarm bells were ringing in her ears. What the hell? she thought.

“Is Dr. Kovac okay?” Randi asked quickly.

“Yes. Of course he’s okay.”

“He cut his hand...right?” Mark asked.

“Yes. He’s on his way down now. Dr. Deshpande was insistent he remain upstairs for a moment to get his bearings. He lost a bit of blood, but he’s going to be just fine.”

“Good,” Carter said from somewhere behind her. Kerry turned to look at him.

“Why is everyone staring at me?” she whispered. “What’s going on?”

Carter cleared his throat and smiled. “Uh...Dr. Weaver, you remember when you insisted on security cameras being installed in all the elevators...after that nurse was nearly raped?”

At first, the implications didn’t hit Kerry, then it slowly dawned on her. Her eyes widened with pure horror, and she stared at Carter for a moment. “Yes,” she said slowly. Then she realized her blouse was still buttoned crooked. Oh, well, why don’t I just wear a sign around my neck that says, ‘I Got Felt Up In An Elevator By A Croatian!’, in capital letters?!

“Uh...well...” Carter fought to keep from giggling. “You and Dr. Kovac put on quite a show.”

Oh. My. God. Everybody saw us! Kerry wished she had some place to sit. Or hide.

The elevator doors dinged open again, and Luka stepped out, followed by Dr. Deshpande, a tall, thin, handsome Indian. Every eye in the ER moved from Kerry to Luka, and for a moment the Croatian doctor looked confused. He turned to see if they were looking at someone behind him, then faced his crowd of observers again. Well, he figured, I have a lot of blood on my shirt... “I cut my hand,” he said, trying to explain. Same as usual, he thought. I still get the shakes whenever there’s more than two people staring at me. Maybe I’ve got something on my nose. People are always staring at me, and I keep checking for unusual growths but there’s never anything there. Just a skinny guy with grey hair and a limp...but geez, I’m not the Elephant Man...

“Sure, Dr. Kovac,” Carter grinned. “You’re feeling okay?”

“Oh, yes. Just fine,” Luka answered politely. “Thank you. I need stitches.”

“Good, good,” Carter smiled. He patted Luka on the shoulder, which surprised the Croatian doctor so much he wondered if maybe he’d stepped into ‘The Valley of the Doctors’. This was just too bizarre. He’d never been so warmly received since his birth thirty-eight years ago. And even then, it had involved a great deal of screaming and profanity.

“Hey, maybe Dr. Weaver could do it,” Randi said helpfully.

Kerry gave her a cold stare, but it didn’t work. Lilly jabbed her thumb at exam three, and Kerry turned back to look at Luka, who stilled seemed confused. Out of it, really.

“Dr. Deshpande, did you give Dr. Kovac any mind-altering drugs?” she whispered.

“Nope,” Deshpande answered with a grin. “He’s just a little loopy. Seems almost...stunned. Probably from the blood loss, but also from...uh...overexertion....stress, maybe?”

Kerry almost lost it then. She hadn’t meant to put her hands there, but she simply hadn’t been able to resist. It had surprised Luka a little, but he’d reciprocated eagerly and it was a wonder Kerry wasn’t now just a puddle on the elevator floor. Things had gotten pretty intense. But it was unsettling that others had seen it. She wanted her relationship with Luka to be intimate, not public. Not that she was ashamed of what she’d done with him there on the elevator, but it was a private matter, not something for general consumption. It had been a while since she’d been in such a compromising position, and she realized, suddenly, that in the span of just a few minutes Luka had gotten all the way to third base...and he probably didn’t even like baseball.

“No, no,” Luka said, shaking his head. “It was Barry Manilow! Barry Manilow shorts out the fuses in my head. And maybe I did lose a bit more blood than I thought, but I’m just fine...hunky dory, really...”

He was still muttering about Barry Manilow when Kerry lead him into exam three and shut the door. Luka sat on the gurney and held his injured hand out to her. He looked almost childlike, completely trusting. His eyes weren’t so tired looking any more, either. He actually looked...calm.

“Was that just a little show you were putting on back there?” she asked him.

“Show?”

“Yes. Like the one we put on for the ER viewing audience!”

“Viewing...audience...what?”

“There was a security camera in the elevator. Everybody saw us...making out! They saw you unbutton my shirt and...”

Luka’s eyes widened, and he stared at her, truly stunned. “You mean...people saw us...and saw you do...uh...I’m sorry, Kerry. I didn’t know.”

“Neither of us knew, Luka. Well, I knew, but I forgot. You had no idea.” She began checking his vitals. Pulse was a little elevated, from ‘exertion’ or stress or maybe from being loopy. She wasn’t sure. His other vitals were okay. He was getting his color back, and he was calming down considerably.

“Well, I suppose we could audition for roles in soft core...”

“Don’t even say that!” Kerry gasped. “I can’t believe you were going to say that!”

“Well, we could always bring a goat.”

Kerry sputtered with laughter, and affectionately ruffled his hair. Oh, hell, she thought. Why am I all wound up about this? I could have something wonderful with Luka. This is someone I could love, so why fight it? She lifted her head and kissed him. She was glad there was nothing chaste about how he kissed her back. This was the kiss of a lover, and Kerry slipped her arms back around his neck, enjoying every sensation.

“So where would you like to eat dinner?” Luka asked, kissing her neck.

“Oh, anywhere,” Kerry answered. “So long as we can do this before and after.”

“How about a Greek restaurant. In between eating and...uh...making out, we can break a few plates.”

“Sounds good to me,” Kerry grinned. She kissed him again and thought about the potentially delightful combination of Greek wine, baklava and Luka Kovac. Their first date was going to be a doozy.



TO BE CONTINUED...

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