"Ms. Raver I can't believe he didn't tell ye." Fiora breezed right past the shell-shocked secretary in a way that would never have worked on Dusky.

"This patient is dangerous?" Sheila Raver tried to keep the quaver from her voice as she processed the whirlwind of information that had been delivered.

"Oh aye, insanely so. A right pickled brain this one! So, he needs ye to contact his appointments for this week and reschedule them for next week. Oh, and don't forget to turn off service to his Crackberry. He can't have any way to contact him for the entire three days it will take for the Watch to implement their plan." She turned wide guileless eyes of sea-swept innocence upon the woman and played her Ace, "We wouldn't want anythin to happen to Doctor Shilo, would we?"

"Oh no! Of course not!" Bulls-eye! Fiora thought as the woman began to tap her fingers expertly across the keyboard to put into motion Fiora's dastardly plan. "Now don't forget, ye can't say anythin to him, he'll try to get involved. He'll want to save his patient but sometimes these crazies, ye just got to let the law handle 'em."

Mrs. Raver hummed her agreement on that one, her privileged upbringing had prepared her for such judgments.

"I'm gonna leave the Watch's Urgent message upon his desk. He'll go right into protective custody this way." Fiora zipped through the impressive doors that guarded the inner sanctuary of the psychiatrist of the Plaza. On her hastily scrawled message she added a post-it note (glorious little creations weren't they), "Don't bother tryin to get out of it, I've already canceled yer appointments and sent yer secretary home for the week."

Breezing back out she stopped to peer closely at the frantically working Mrs. Raver, "Don't forget ye've got to be gone by the time he gets back from lunch, Sheila. And don't answer his phone calls, he's just gonna try and get information from ye so that he can stay and help this guy. Just take the week off. If ye just stay away from the Plaza by the time ye come back this will all be over."

Sheila nodded even as she picked up the receiver to make the first of several cancellations. Fiora paused in the doorway, "Oh, and don't schedule his Crackberry's demise until midnight tonight."

By that point they'd be under way, out in the middle of the sea and there wouldn't be a damn thing the man could do about it.

Dimples flashed in wicked glee once she was alone in the hallway. Mischief sparkled in cerulean eyes and there was a naughty little skip to her step.

Doctor Shilo had no idea, but by the time he came back from lunch he'd officially be on vacation.

Well satisfied Fiora giggled maniacally as she hurried home to finish packing.

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She scampered up on deck with a mischievous giggle that warned any nearby that she was up to no good.

The tropical breeze blew her russet curls into a banner of coiling strands now lit with a coppery gold thanks to the kiss of the sun. Fiora was made for the sun and the sand and her gypsy skin fairly glowed beneath the worshipful rays.

She made it to the rail with such speed and excitement she quite nearly pitched over it and several passengers nearby shared looks at her recklessness, though the glances lacked much in the way of censorship as the sprite of a realtor had made many friends with her "I've never met a stranger" attitude. She was the leader of the impromptu Congo line, and the first one to burst into song, not to mention the owner of those dimples of delightful encouragement that damn well demanded good moods around her.

Her companion was just now poking his dark head around the corner and more than a few of those who were watching offered up grins as it was no secret that Fiora had been steadily driving the man crazy all trip long.

"Fiora." Euriya's voice was calming.

"Don't ye use that shrink voice on me, Doctor Smartypants!"

He lifted one hand in supplication, "Fiora..."

And watched as his shaving kit was tossed overboard with something akin to bemused pain upon his face.

"I like yer beard, it tickles!" And she sprinted off, the towel that had been tucked around her hips flaring out and over the rail to join his grooming tools. Dressed only in a bikini she darted through the observers who were all laughing, even receiving one high five from an older woman who was nodding in righteous empowerment.

The flash of sea-swept eyes glinted in naughty challenge as she glanced back at Euriya as if daring him to give chase before she disappeared around a corner.

Scuba Diving...

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