The Practical Joke II

Guy's Hospital

"Bad idea. Bad idea. This is a bad idea." Marco repeatedly said while he lurked with Levi in the corner of Sam's Lab. Levi shot him a glare, "Hurry." the slicked blond ordered impatiently. He made a deal with the psychologist in exchange for returning his mobile phone, which was to do one thing for him. One phone call. One tiny-tiny terrible phone call.

The bearded man sighed; second-guessing himself. Should he really do this? He knows that this would probably bite him in the ass later, but the look on the psychologist's face forced him to. Marco pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and dialled Elle's number; he faked the distress in his voice. If there was something he learned at least from Levi it was that his acting got so much better. Something that was generally appreciated in the bedroom, but in everyday life with the masses, he felt like a psychopath.