AN: So, I've kind of done this before, but I just wanted some grumpy Simon. I really need to watch some MDA soon, or I might combust. Dedicated to everyone who reads my MDA fics.

Pair: Amanda & Simon

Set: Bit post Memento Mori

Spoilers: None.

Notice

By

Tricki

People are starting to notice. It doesn't even take a particularly perceptive person to notice – Simon's been yawning his head off and has worryingly dark circles under his eyes; Amanda on the other hand is impossibly perky, even compared to her usual self. Everything according to her is light and happiness and overwhelming, sickening optimism. In stark contrast Simon is often seen with his head on his hand, his eyes sliding closed and his pen falling limply from his fingertips, only to be jolted to attention as the thin silver writing implement clatters against his desk. His head has not done so yet, but Jamie feels a concussion is imminent {he also has his phone constantly at the ready so that, if and when the older doctor's head does slip from his hand and crash onto his desk, he's able to film it and upload it to Youtube. He's looking forward to being the director and producer of a viral internet video}.

The only thing the two seem to have in common at the moment, their co-workers observe, is the time they leave the office; regardless of whether it's for lunch or at the end of the day.

Yes, this, everyone has noted as if it were marked with a cursive 'NB', is remarkably in synch. Well, out by exactly five minutes, but it's quite obviously premeditated, especially since they've stopped eating together – well, discussing it in front of their co-workers. It was a generally accepted fact that they often ate together, just as colleagues, nothing more, so the sudden absence of it is even more damning than the unconcerned continuation of it.

It doesn't help their covert operation that after Simon yawns widely at the end of one Monday, Amanda sidles up - thinking she's being ever so cleverly deceptive as neither she, nor Simon in any way suspects that the entire office {and pretty much anyone who has entered said office in the past fortnight} is suspicious - and murmurs teasingly "You look like someone kept you up all weekend..."

Everyone fights a groan and/or eye-roll depending on the individual and even Simon shoots her a lusty but withering look.

"Just paperwork." He states, finality in his tone as he looks back to the letter he's been drafting.

"Whatever you say." She teases again, standing up from being perched on his desk and setting off for more coffee, her hips swaying in a way that Layla knows is for Simon's benefit.

Jamie looks over at Simon and, just for his own entertainment, states "She's right, you know," and, much to the surprise of the younger doctor, Simon does not respond with 'Thanks for that, Jamie,' as expected, but instead mumbles gruffly:

"Yeah, well, I think I'm due."