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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?"