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The trouble with two doctors dating one another is the curse of the beeper. Mindy's been with busy guys before, of course, sports lawyers and pastors and oral surgeons, but OB/GYNs seem to be at the mercy of emergencies more than just about any other speciality (who knew babies didn't care about their romantic life?) and so it's not a rarity for Danny or Mindy to be forced away from a makeout session by Mrs. Whoever's premature labor.

Now, of course, that they're actually having sex, it's even more frustrating when Danny's beeper goes off, Mindy not even bothering to beg it off because what kind of doctor would she be if she deprived a patient of proper healthcare? Still, she sighs, tossing him his clothes so he can get dressed before she leaves him at the door with a kiss, not catching Kate's figure in the hall until she's ugh-ing in her doorway about another night's plans ruined.

"Oh, hey," she says, lifting her hand into a wave and then letting it drop to fix her tousled hair. "What's up?"

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"You just had sex," Kate answers instead of a greeting, pointing at Mindy with an accusing finger, though her smile is delighted and her tone is cheerful. And if half the people living on the floor can hear her, so what? They either need to mind their own business or just admit that they're jealous of their neighbours' awesome sex lives.

"With Danny, right?" she asks, even though she knows the answer to that question, having just seen him leaving. She'd smiled and waved, but hadn't stopped, mostly because he'd seemed like he was in a rush. "Why would he leave, though? Does he not spend the night? Do I have to kick him?"

"What? No, no, don't kick him, that's my right now," Mindy says, shaking her head and rolling her eyes, though it's entirely well natured. She's not a crazy exhibitionist or anything, but she's also pretty far from a prude. There's no reason to deny that she's just had sex or that it was with anyone but Danny given he's basically the center of her world right now. "He got called away to work. Occupational hazard."

"Ohhhhh," Kate says knowingly, drawing the word out. "Babies. This is definitely the reason I'm not a doctor." It has nothing to do with the fact that she has no interest in being a doctor or the fact that she would never make good enough grades to get into medical school, let alone get through it.

"I take that to mean things are going well, though," she continues. "Despite his grand exit to go shove his hands into some other woman's vagina." She says it all with a bright grin, though, because delivering a baby is so not the same thing at all and she knows Mindy knows it.

Kate is being super, hilariously weird, and Mindy makes a face at the especially vivid image now painted for them both. "That is fairly horrifying," she says, laughing lightly as she grabs her friend's hand and tugs her towards her apartment. Specialising in gynecology means she is not at all fazed at talking about vaginas in public, but hovering in the hallway when she has a perfectly comfortable couch waiting for her to flop on is not really her thing. "But things are awesome, yeah. It only took us, like, a month to finally have sex, oh my god. I think I nearly killed him."

"What? It's just true," Kate says as she lets Mindy lead her into the apartment. Newt is still at work and probably will be for an hour or so, so she doesn't have to head home right away and she'd definitely rather spend the time with Mindy anyway. "I mean, I guess he's pulling something out, but the hands definitely get in there."

Not that she would know. Not that she'll ever know.

"A month isn't that bad," she protests as she sinks down onto the couch and puts down her bag. "Newt and I waited like... god, a month? But he broke his leg for awhile there and you're right, a month is ages." It had felt like ages, anyway, when it had been her and Newt.

There's actually not a whole lot of pulling if they can avoid it when it comes to labor and delivery, but Mindy hasn't called Kate over for a chat about the finer details of obstetrics and gynecology, so she just kind of nods along with the statement, gross as it is.

"A month is way too long," she says, shaking her head. Danny had kind of been a rarity. With most of the guys she'd dated prior to arriving to Darrow (or after arriving in Darrow? Remembering everything from New York out of nowhere is so confusing), the five date/two-thousand-dollar rule had been super hard to stick to. "Especially when you've known each other forever and already seen one another naked. Unresolved Sexual Tension is so overrated, let me tell you."

Never again, she hopes, as much as she tries not to get ahead of herself.

"Yeah, I remember," Kate says with a laugh. They'd had Newt's broken leg to blame more or less, because she hadn't wanted to make things any worse for him and injure him all over again and make it so they had to wait even longer. There had been an opportunity before he'd gotten hit by the car, but she'd been adamant about not having sex with him for the first time while drunk. There's not much she regrets over the course of her life, but not being sober the first time she and Harry had sex is a big one.

"But things are good?" she asks. "I don't have to give him a stern talking to or anything?" As far as she was able to tell from Mindy's birthday, she and the hot bookstore guy are still friends, though, and he'd probably be better at the whole threatening to break Danny's head if he hurts Mindy thing. Kate's ferocious, but he just looks more threatening than she does. If they remove the glasses anyway.

"Things are great, no stern talking to is required," Mindy assures Kate, settling down onto the edge of the couch. If anything, Danny could have used a stern talking to months ago, but she's pretty sure that he would have just fled like a scared bird or butterfly or whatever instead of taking any advice on board. "I mean, it got kinda weird. Luke came over and I thought he was coming onto me, and then Danny saw him leave and he thought we were still hooking up. Hilarious, in hindsight, but... mortifying, at the time."

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"Wait, you thought he was, but he wasn't?" she asks, her forehead creasing. "And Danny just assumed because you were around another man you must be banging him?"

Then she pauses, reconsidering. "I mean, hot bookstore guy is pretty hot, so I guess I can see why he might be worried." Danny's pretty cute in his own way, but hot bookstore guy is something else. Not as hot as her own husband, but high up on Kate's imaginary would bang list.

"It was... a lot of misunderstandings," Mindy says, figuring it's not really her place to go into further, to talk about Luke and Spencer or how Danny had fleetingly thought that the former must have been into him. She's still vaguely traumatised by her own assumption, anyway. "But Danny has nothing to be worried about. We're legit."

And Mindy's been cheated on often enough that she knows the pain and wouldn't inflict it on anyone, let alone someone she's come to realise that she's in love with, even if Luke had been remotely interested. Danny dealt with that enough with Christina, anyway (that bitch.) Flawed in many ways, an adulterer Mindy is not. Not intentionally, at least. She's been the other woman unknowingly more than she cares to admit to.

"So how long do I have to wait until I can give the whole resounding I told you so thing?" Kate asks with another bright grin. "Danny's is gonna be even worse, for the record, because he was way deeper in denial."

Which she still doesn't get, but whatever, it's not her relationship to judge. It's just that in a place like Darrow, she thinks people should just be honest about what they feel. It'd be so much worse if Mindy had disappeared and he'd never had the chance to tell her.

"Okay, I don't think I deserve the I-Told-You-Sos," Mindy reminds Kate. It's not like she hasn't wanted this. Not exactly, at least. She'd tried to kiss Danny on her Darrow anniversary out of some inherent need she hadn't known before, then tried to bury it deep time and time again.

Remembering the plane kiss brought it all back, but Danny remembering none of it had forced her to give up. Well, all but. "But I am very entertained at the image of that conversation between you two, so absolutely. Although I don't know how many people I was meant to be telling, at least at the start. Whatever, best friends totally don't count."

It's a rule that she's sure even her new, super private, super strict boyfriend will agree with.

"Oh my god, you can't even tell people you're dating? Like, okay, I get maybe not sharing all the details, but you have to at least be able to tell people that he's your boyfriend. That's just like, normal talk." She'd told pretty much every single person she had seen that Newt was her boyfriend the day after it had happened, but she knows she and Newt aren't exactly anything like Danny. He seems a lot more private.

"He should be telling everyone, too," she says. "He should be super proud and braggy like, all the time."

"Okay, I am allowed to tell people that we're dating," Mindy clarifies with a wave of her hand, because Danny is her boyfriend and she doesn't want to be depicting him as some sort of sociopath unintentionally. It's just that he's the type to want to keep things lowkey, probably because relationships haven't ever really worked out for him.

Or her, obviously, otherwise they wouldn't be dating now. The trail of slain dudes on the path to Danny was not without its heartache and self-doubt. "I just don't think we're, like, at the point of instagramming pictures of us making out, yet." Not that she's sure Danny will be at that point, but it's so happening. "It's fine, we're fine, he probably talks about me at the gym constantly."

"He has gym friends? Like, engages in legit locker room talk?" Kate asks, more curious than anything. She doesn't go to the gym and neither does Newt and before Newt all her boyfriends lived on an island, where people got exercise just because they had to. Because the nearest public area was about a hundred miles away.

The idea of actual locker room talk fascinates her.

"Do they really hang out all naked and shit?" she asks. "Can we go spy on men in a locker room? It seems like some weird counterculture and I want to know more."

"You want to spy on naked locker room talk?" Mindy echoes, brow lifting a little. She's not opposed to the idea and she might have attempted similar things in college, who even remembers, but the practicality of it is a little much to think about right now. Especially when one of said naked men is her boyfriend. "He has, like, three gyms. I think that there's a different culture at each of them."

The boxing gym he'd taken her to when she was trying to tone herself for Cliff's hot tub, for example, had the culture of a place where only a Batman villain could survive. Creepy and hot as hell, all at once. She's still always going to be a little disappointed that Tom Hardy-As-Bane never turned up, even if she had a boyfriend at the time.

"Mostly just the talk part," she says, because Newt is one hundred thousand percent the only naked guy she needs to see. "The stereotypes have to at least be partly true, right? About the shit they talk about? I just want to see it for myself. Just one."

And since Newt definitely doesn't have a gym, she's going to have to rely on Mindy's boyfriend and his three gyms. "Why three? Why would gyms have different cultures? God, gyms are weird, no wonder I don't go to them."

"Well, there's the regular gym, and then there's the boxing gym," Mindy starts, then stops as she catches herself, a little horrified. Oh, no. "Dammit, that weirdo is rubbing off on me."

She'll need to eat an ice cream cake or something to make up for it.

"We can totally stalk a locker room if you want, though," she adds, starting to get a little entertained at the thought. "I think it's kind of lowkey illegal, though. But that's all relative, right?"

"I've been almost arrested enough in Darrow, so maybe that's actually not the best idea," Kate admits, wrinkling her nose slightly. "There's this one officer who totally has it out for me and if he found me doing something actually illegal, I'm pretty sure he'd try to put me in jail for as long as possible."

And Kate really doesn't want to go to jail. She's not sure what the sentence would be for looking at men in a locker room and she can't imagine it's that long, but she still doesn't want to be in jail for any length of time. It just doesn't seem like it would be much fun.

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