[h1][img]http://i1383.photobucket.com/albums/ah281/Q-C0ntinuum/Kirra.jpg_zpsknctnx5t.png?t=1445077115[/img] Kirra[/h1]
[h2]Jenna Baxter and Callie Wright[/h2]
Cal’s eyes widened in disbelief, as her light blue eyes bore into Max’s darker ones. She was so taken aback by the fact he spoke English to feel insulted by his actions earlier. Her nude, baby pink lips rounded ever so slightly before they spread out and up into her usual bubbly smile. “Oh yes, he’s absolutely amazing. One of the very best.” 

Thankfully, she didn’t have to keep exaggerating, because it appeared that the Russian-speaking stranger was very eager to get in touch with Dr. Wilson. However, that brought up one teensy problem. She didn’t have a cellphone number or even her personal cellphone. 

To Callie’s credit though, her smile didn’t waiver, as she struggled to improvise. The last thing she wanted was for him to get suspicious again and run off, because she was almost certain this man won’t hesitate to call the police. It was a very real possibility considering how unlucky she had been lately. Kidnappings, forced separation from her loved ones and that gang fight back in the alley, yeah, she needed to be a lot less gungho till this streak of bad luck ends. 

“I – oh, give me a second. I could have sworn I left my phone in my back pocket.” The limber blonde managed to twist her upper torso by a couple of inches in an attempt to feign searching for a nonexistent phone in a pocket that is equally nonexistent. “Weird… I know it’s here somewhere.” She insisted stubbornly. “I had it in my hand awhile back.” 

Discreetly, someone offered her their phone. This caused Cal to jerk her bowed head up suddenly and that almost brought the top of her head into Daniel’s nose. She felt her face grow warmer, as she apologized profusely. Nice timing, Dan, she thought. I am glad to have back up. His next few words inspired even more confidence in the now wavering woman. They were, in her opinion, a big nudge in the right direction. 

“It’s okay, dear. I noticed you left your phone in the car, so I drove back to pass it to you.” He explained with a winning smile. “By the way it kept buzzing, I could tell you have loads of messages coming in.” 

“I – thank you!” Callie exclaimed suddenly, throwing herself against Daniel and hugging him. She leaned in closer so that it appeared she was giving him a very affectionate peck on the check so their act appear a lot more legit. “You’re a real life-saver. I can’t live without it!” 

“I know, I know,” Daniel said with a mock sigh. “I swear you’re married to your job rather than to me.”

His facial expression and underlying sarcasm made Cal burst out laughing. Her first genuinely laugh since all the bantering with Garret earlier. “You’re such a tease. And oh,” she said with a gasp, when her eyes fell on the first few words in the message Daniel typed on the notepad showing on the phone screen. “I have a message from Dr. Wilson.” 

Daniel pretended to shake his head, while Callie read the instructions he typed for her. “My wife is awfully devote to Dr. Wilson. Knowing her, she was probably coaxing you to go see him. I always tell her she should be his PR manager rather than his secretary.” He laughed jovially. “Rest assured, I used to be skeptical, but he really knows his stuff. Cured me of the chronic migraine plaguing me since my teens.” 

It was Cal’s turn to pretend to roll her eyes. “You’re going to make him doubt me,” she said with a pout. “I mean I don’t always understand what Dr. Wilson does, but I know he’s a great doctor.” 

“Right,” Daniel replied. “What did he say this time?” 

“He asked if we want to join him for lunch tomorrow. Apparently, he won’t be going out of town anymore,” Cal informed her “husband”. “He wished to take a day off though.” She shrugged. “I guess he deserves it after how hard he worked.” 

First part, done. Cal cheered slightly, letting Dan talk for a bit about Dr. Wilson being far too busy for his own good. Apparently, they were supposed to get the new Charlie to believe that the good doctor seldom picked up calls and slip in an impromptu invitation to lunch. It was simple enough, but she still had her doubts. 

Finally, Daniel reached the crucial turning point and Cal never felt more ready. He turned round and gave her a sneaky wink before saying, “And he has this bad habit of never picking up his phone. Don’t you agree, dear? That’s why you have to handle all his calls and schedule his appointments for him.”

“Right,” she agreed heartily. “Say,” Cal turned back to Max again. “Why don’t you join us for lunch tomorrow? I don’t know if I mentioned it earlier, but Dr. Wilson always prefers patients through word of mouth. He says it makes establishing trust a lot easier since the patient would be like a friend of a friend.” 

She was positively beaming at this point, though it was more out of relief that she was nearing the end of her act. The whole thing had been nerve-wrecking from start to finish, but by some miracle, the guy was still sitting here in front of them. “I’ll put in a good word for you, because I feel you need his help. You looked like you were in so much pain earlier.”

“Ah,” Dan nodded sympathetically. “Migraine? I used to have that myself. Dr. Wilson helped cure me when most other specialists were at their wits end.” He trailed off. “Even if it isn’t migraine, I know for a fact that he is one of the most well-read man in this field of medicine. He chose to keep low-key, so he won't be too overwhelmed.” 

“Shush,” Cal cut in. “You’re worse than I am. Really… but yes, if you are still interest, please join us tomorrow. We’ll be meeting Dr. Wilson at 1.40 pm at Urban Grinds, you know, that café across the street from here.” She turned around slightly and pointed to a shop house behind their van. “I can give you my number instead, if it makes you feel any better. No, I think I’d definitely give you my number. That way you can contact us if you ever get lost.” 

Daniel's knee-jerk reaction was to stop Callie from giving her number to the man. There was a reason he tried to avoid the need for phones and here this woman went, offering her number as if there wasn't a legitimate reason for the avoidance of technology but the deed was already done and it would be suspicious if they suddenly said they couldn't give a number. Tomorrow after they rallied up hopefully all the Charlies they are really going to have to talk about who they are up against because Tia as well as the others are not someone to think lightly of. Without letting his cheerful facade slip up, Daniel gave a slight nod towards the phone Callie was given before reaching over and pressing the button that would take the phone back to the home screen. That phone and number corresponding to it was a new one after yesterday's fiasco and was the safest option to use at this moment especially with the help of a few of Cameron's friends tweaking the phone beforehand. The number would be easy to find with the phone completely void except for three nameless numbers in the address book, a few texts from before to relay information to Wilson and the number of the phone plastered on the home screen of the phone.
[h3]Kirra and Dear Karma (Ryver et Rhine) Collab[/h3]