A/N: For Kristen with thanks for the story suggestion

It happened on a Wednesday- a sharp pain in her chest, right there next to the cucumbers. The produce fell from her hands, landing one by one on the tiled floor.

When the pain dissipated, she looked around the store, taking great caution not to make eye contact with anyone. To do so would be completely humiliating.

Instead she bent down to pick up the scattered produce, placing it as carefully as possible on the pile of over-priced cucumbers.

But no sooner had she done so, the pain returned- stronger this time. The ache was so great that tears filled her eyes followed by a moment of panic.

What was happening?

Passing it off as just her imagination, she casually began putting cucumbers into a plastic bag and moved around the store gathering the other things she needed.

When the basket was full, she headed for the checkout stand. As usual the lines were notoriously long; a scene that would normally cause her to leave and find a less

crowded grocery store.

But Dr. Crane would be livid. For to him, nothing was better than the fresh produce and fine foods that came from the overpriced Queen Anne Market.

Reluctantly she pushed her cart toward the shortest line, annoyed when the inevitable happened. The woman at the check stand was busy yelling at her three children,

and then seemed to be embarrassed when she couldn't find her checkbook.

Bloody hell this was going to be a long day. It was only fitting that she'd managed to find the line with the most obnoxious customer.

All the more reason to shop at QFC. At least that grocery store had rules against an excessive number of people in each line.

But not at the Queen Anne Market... It was much too exclusive.

So here she stood, becoming more and more annoyed at the unorganized woman and her insufferable children.

After several agonizing minutes, the line began to move.

Thank God...

But as soon she reached the check stand, the feeling in her chest returned; sharper than ever. It was a feeling that caused her heart to beat faster than she thought

possible, followed by a flash of hot and cold and finally a moment of dizziness.

Something was definitely wrong.

Clutching her purse in her hand, she hurried out of the store, no longer caring about the groceries that she left behind.