vigorli

Coffee, Tea, or Sex
Chapter 13
Author: Orli-bum
Beta: The most kind willys_digs
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Summary: Viggo meets a waiter that offers him more than just what’s on the menu.
Warning: Some in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Yes, fiction, duh!
Feedback: Is needed as always, it is food for the author’s soul

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Chapter 13

Orlando rushed back into the kitchen as soon as he could. He was trying to take slow deep breaths. He needed to call Viggo. It was the only safe route that he could take.

He hurried into the crew lounge and grabbed the phone book and flipped the pages rapidly, cursing as they stuck together. “Mortensen…Mortensen…” he murmured to himself. He found the doctor section and his finger scanned down the page looking for the M’s. “Mortensen, Dr. Viggo,” he whispered. He dialed the number and waited for the line to be picked up. He tapped his foot impatiently cursing as he waited through the rings.

“Hello, Dr, Mortensen’s office,” the woman on the other end finally answered.

“Yes, I need to speak with Dr. Mortensen please,” he said quickly.

“He’s with patients right now, can I take a message?” she asked.

“No, no I need to talk to him right now,” Orlando almost yelled. “It’s an emergency.”

“Is your wife having a baby?” she asked next.

“Um yes…yes she is, I need to talk to him,” he answered hoping that would get to him more quickly.

“You need to take your wife to the hospital then sir,” she replied trying to calm the man down, sensing that maybe this was the problem.

“Please, please I need to talk to him,” he begged. “Tell him it’s Orlando, he’ll be glad you let me talk to him, please,” he persisted.

The receptionist let out a sigh. “Let me check sir,” she replied. “Please hold.”

The line went onto hold and Orlando listened to the obnoxious elevator music that was so common these days.

“Orlando, you have customers,” he heard from the edge of the door.

Orlando looked up to see the assistant manager glaring at him. “I’ll be right there, please, this is important,” he begged as he chewed the edge of his thumb.

“Two minutes Orlando,” he said roughly.

“Thanks,” he mouthed back. “Come on Viggo…pick up.”

“Orlando?” came the raspy voice on the other end. “What wrong?”

“Thank god Viggo, she’s here,” he whispered into the phone. “She’s here and she knows,” he added frantically.

“Calm down Orlando, who’s there?” he asked trying to make sense of what he was rambling on about.

“Your wife!” he nearly shouted. “She’s sitting at one of my tables and she has been saying things like, Viggo likes this, Viggo likes that, and she has been watching me, and she asked for me specifically.”

“Shit,” Viggo murmured running his hands through his hair.

“Viggo, you need to do something, please!” he begged.

“Yeah, right, let me call her and see if I can get her to leave alright?” he replied.

“You didn’t say anything about us did you?” Orlando asked suddenly.

“No! Of course not Orlando, I was going to talk to her about getting a divorce, but she was up and out of the house early this morning before I could even talk to her.”

“Viggo, I need to get back to work or else I’ll get into trouble,” he said quieter now and a little bit calmer, now that Viggo would help with the problem.

“Alright, I’ll call her Orlando. Calm down for me okay?”

“God Viggo, this is exactly why I don’t get involved with people who are married!”

Viggo let a deep sigh escape his lips. “I know Orlando, and I’m sorry, really I’ll call you in a bit okay? Is that alright if I call you back there at work?”

“Yeah, he replied after a minute.

“What’s the number?” he asked as he grabbed a piece of paper.

“Its 555-6969,” he answered. “And thanks Viggo,” he added as he pressed the end button and put the phone back down on the table. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants and took deep breathes. “In… out,” he told himself. “Squeeze each part of your body and then let it relax.” He felt better after a minute of doing this routine and got up and looked around the edge of the door leading back into the dining room. He saw that she was already on the phone and she didn’t have a very happy look on her face.

Orlando walked swiftly out to her table while she was involved with her phone call and laid the bill down with a timid smile. He watched as she glared up at him. But he walked away and went on to the next table. He could hear her in the background talking harshly to Viggo. He wondered what the man had said. But it didn’t matter for she slammed the phone shut and slapped money down on the table and left in a huff.

“Young man?” the customer asked, looking up to find out why Orlando had not answered his question about a particular meal, but found him watching something else.

Orlando looked quickly back at the man speaking to him and apologized and took the rest of their order with the utmost attention.

As he took the order back to the restaurant kiosk, he thought about what was going to happen next. She apparently knew something and had come to the restaurant to goad him into some sort of admission, or to make him nervous. Maybe even confront him with what he and Viggo had done. He didn’t know how she could have found out though. Nobody knew but Billy and surely Billy wouldn’t have said anything to anyone.

Viggo himself said he hadn’t said a word and for some reason, he believed him. He thought back to the comment just then that Viggo had made about asking her for a divorce. The thought made his heart skip a beat, that the man was serious about him. He didn’t know if he should be scared or happy?

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Viggo put the phone back on his desk and breathed a sigh of relief. God, poor Orlando. How had she found out anything? The only thing that he could connect with Orlando is when he had told her he had taken him home the other night from the ER. But he didn’t think that was enough for her to go and harass him at his work?

He sat staring at the picture on the opposite wall for several minutes. It was one he had taken of a brilliant sunset some years ago. It was very soothing to him as he remembered how he had waited for hours sitting on the shore for the sun to set. It was one of his favorite times of the day.

“Dr. Mortensen?”

Viggos eyes blinked quickly bringing him out of his thoughts. “Yeah?” he asked hoarsely.

“Um..your patients are waiting,” the young woman replied calmly.

“Oh yeah, I’m sorry about that,” he replied and got up out of the chair. “Oh, and thanks for putting that call through Lizzie, it was important.”

“Your welcome,” she smiled. “Oh…I forgot to tell you, your wife came in this morning.”

Viggo frowned. “Why?” he asked.

“I’m not really sure, but she asked to speak with Dr. Bean.”

Viggo felt his world drop. ‘Bean, of course,’ he thought.

“Is everything okay?” Lizzie asked seeing the sudden concern on the man’s face.

“I hope so,” he murmured as he walked out the door and headed to the patient’s room.

He had a few patients left to see and then he was done for the day. But he was definitely going to stop by Sean’s office and find out what the hell had Sean said to her. If of course, if he could control his temper for that long.

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Viggo finished with the final patient and dictated his notes. He shut the recorder off and placed the item down on the table. He slowly tapped his fingers on the Mahogany desk. The deep, dark wood reminding him of Orlando’s hair. He caressed the wood softly thinking of the young man. ‘God he must hate me now,’ he thought as he remembered the conversation. The words coming back to haunt him, ‘This is why I don’t get involved with people who are married.’

Viggo couldn’t blame him really; he could understand where he was coming from. He wasn’t that much of an ass to not understand Orlando’s point of view.

But right now he had other matters to attend too. One being, Dr. Sean Bean.

Viggo got up from the desk and walked out of his office and down the hall to Sean’s. The door was open and he could see Sean sitting at his desk, his eyes fixed on the chart in front of him.

“Sean,” he said as he walked into the room.

Sean looked up at the sound of Viggos voice. “Hey Vig,” he said shutting the open chart. “Are you on your lunch break?”

“No, I’m pretty much done for the day,” he replied evenly, sitting down in the chair opposite the one from Sean, the one his wife had sat in that morning.

“Oh, yeah my schedule has been a little slow too,” he replied. “Want to go to lunch?” he asked.

“Naw,” he drawled. “I just thought I would stop by and see what the hell you had said to Chloe that drove her to go down to Rosilleo’s to harass Orlando.”

“What!” he replied looking shocked.

“Yeah, seems someone clued her in on maybe something going on between the two of us. You know who that might be?” he asked.

Sean licked his lips nervously, “Um, I really couldn’t say Vig,” he replied slowly.

“Really?” Viggo questioned as he leaned forward in the chair,” Lizzie told me she came by to see you this morning.”

Sean felt his stomach twist in nausea. “She stopped by..yes,” he said not denying it.

“So, what did you tell her?” he asked still in complete control of his temper.

“Nothing really,” he shrugged as he looked over the papers on his desk.

Viggo snorted with wry laughter. “Sean, you’re lying!” he said, his voice rising finally.

Sean leaned back in his chair, “You really do need to be more careful Vig,” he said.

“What?” he asked in shock. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Well she is, lets say….suspicious, and that was before I even said anything. She found your stained pants in the laundry Vig. How stupid is that?” he commented sarcastically.

“My pants?” he repeated. Then it dawned on him that maybe he hadn’t gotten all the come off him from the encounter in the bathroom. “Shit,” he mumbled getting up from the chair and pacing the room.

“That, and she said you had showered before bed,” he added to only add to Viggos guilt.

Viggo groaned, ‘He was stupid,’ he thought to himself. ‘Totally stupid!’

“Shit. Did she say anything else?” he asked worriedly.

Sean thought for a minute. ‘Yeah but I’m not saying!’ “No not really, she kind of put two and two together. So did she say anything to Orlando?” he asked nervously.

“He said that she kept saying Viggo likes this, Viggo likes that and just being an ass. Orlando called me and he was near panicking. I’m supposed to call later to see if she left after I called.”

“What did you tell her?” Sean asked.

“I just told her I didn’t know what kind of games she was playing at and that she had better leave and not say anther word more. She wasn’t very happy.”

“I can imagine,” Sean agreed. “I suppose things will be a little heated at the Mortensen house tonight hmmm?”

“Oh I’d say that’s a given Sean,” he replied. “I need to go and talk to Orlando though. I feel so bad about having to put him through this, or rather her. She can get so angry and manipulative some times.”

“Yeah,” Sean agreed totally on that. “Well good luck with the lad Vig.”

“I’ll need it that’s for sure,” Viggo laughed as he stood. “I have a lot of groveling to do.”

“You think it wise you go down there?” Sean asked. “I mean what if she’s watching?”

“I’m going to call him first, see how he is. Then I’m going to make arrangements to meet with him somewhere else, somewhere safe,” Viggo added.

Sean could only nod his head, not really wanting to know too much, but curious just the same. He still felt bad about what he had done earlier. ‘But he had no choice really,’ he thought.

Tbc…..