No Sense of Direction

Chapter Fifty

-Katrina-

"What the hell is wrong with you boys?!" I yelled frustrated as I walked into the locker room, "Stop getting hurt!" some of the guys chuckled and shook their heads, "I realize I've been bored lately, but come on, I'd rather be bored!"

"Yeah Kat, like we're doing it on purpose," Paul Martin said as he held his hand, his had broken a bone and had to go to surgery.

"Really? Because I thought you were," I stuck my tongue out towards him and he smirked.

"The first game Kris' back from a hurt shoulder, he gets a broken toe," I sighed and shook my head, "Though I give you credit for lasting the rest of the game, ya stubborn Frenchman."

"Vous savez que vous aimez mon entêtement!" Kris said as he walked over and kissed my cheek.

"Spreken ze English!" I laughed and pushed his face away, "God! Ya got Martin out with a hand thingy."

"I'm sorry, 'hand thingy'?" Paul said and then laughed.

"Yeah," I smirked and shook my head, "And then ya have Sid, who's out with a broken jaw. No more! That's it! Ya hear me?! No more injuries!"

"I'll be sure to tell the other teams that Kat," Pascal teased as he stood up and patted my shoulder.

"Thank you, that's all I ask," I laughed and then sighed, they had their second game against the Rangers tonight, and they didn't do too well against them the other night, "Hey," they all looked at me, "Kick ass."

"We got this," Geno said and I smirked and nodded my head.

"New guys," I smiled towards our three new teammates, Ray was busy, "Sup, call me Kat."

"Hey," they all said.

"Wow, so talkative," I teased and the guys laughed, "Well, you know I'm your trainer, and I have yet to give you a physical."

"We got one at the beginning of the year," the one said and the guys laughed.

"Not by me," I smirked, "You want to play on this team, you have to get checked by me, or you do not have my permission to go out onto the ice."

"It's no big deal, she make painless," Geno said and the three sighed.

Uncle Dan walked into the locker room and handed me the three boys' files, "Welcome to the Pittsburgh Penguins, gentlemen, Katrina here will look you over and make sure that you're all up to date."

"Uh, I'm not too sure that I'm comfortable with this."

"Trust me, she's take care of you," Tomas said and the three sighed and nodded their heads.

"Follow me," I smirked and then walked out of the room, hearing their footsteps behind me. We walked into the office and I threw the files onto the table, "All right guys, I'm gunna check your, hearing, sight, reflexes, the works, later you strip down, throw the bootie shorts on, and I'll check over old injuries. Quick, painless and no flashing involved."

"I'm sorry, bootie shorts?" Jarome Iginla asked and I smirked.

"Is that the only thing that you got out of that whole thing?"

"Pretty much," he said and I scoffed.

"Then you get to go first, you two can just wait there," I said and they nodded their heads.

I looked over Iginla's body and then handed him a pair of the shorts that basically covers things he probably doesn't want me to see, thought it's not like I've never seen a naked man before.

"All right Morrow, you're up while he's changing," I said and Brenden Morrow walked over and hopped onto the table, "Jokinen you're up next."

"All right," he said and I checked over Morrow.

"Iginla, you all right back there? How long does it take to change into shorts?"

"I found out why you call them bootie shorts," he said and I smirked while the other two were confused.

"Everyone has to do it, nothing to be embarrassed about," I encouraged and Iginla sighed and walked out looking embarrassed.

"Wow," Morrow muttered and then he and Jokinen started to burst into laughter.

"I wouldn't be laughin', you two are up next."

"No thanks, I'm not puttin' that on," Morrow said and I shrugged my shoulders.

"You don't finish the physical, you don't play on the ice," I said seriously and he growled, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, and I know the thing that hurts a player the most is not being able to play the sport that he loves."

"Just do it man, get it over with," Iginla said and Morrow sighed and hopped off of the table and grabbed a pair of the shorts.

"All right Iginla, let's finish you up so you can join the boys in the morning skate," I said and he sighed and nodded his head, hopping back up onto the table.

-Geno-

"So she's our trainer?" Iginla asked as he skated out onto the ice and came over towards me.

"Yeah, she's no bad, tough, but no bad," I said and he nodded his head.

"I think my wife would appreciate that I didn't have to strip in front of her, I'm use to male trainers," he said and I nodded my head and saw Pascal skate over.

"That's why she has you wear those little shorts," he said and I smirked,

"Tanger call them 'bootie shorts'," I laughed and Iginla blushed and shook his head.

"It's more for you to be comfortable," Pascal said, "Easier for her to get her job done, plus the wives and girlfriends trust her more."

"She's kinda hot," Morrow said as he skated over, his physical over.

"Don't even think about it," I said and he looked at me confused, "Sid's girl."

"Crosby's? No way!"

"Yes, you married anyways," I said a little annoyed because Kat was family, or at least she was a part of the hockey family.

"Man, she'd chew your head off," James laughed as he came over.

'...Are we talkin' that loudly?...' I thought because everyone was coming over like they were always a part of the conversation.

-Katrina-

"Shit," I muttered as I looked over the bench and down towards the end of the ice where James laid on the ice.

"Go," Uncle Dan said and I nodded my head and hopped over the ice and then ref helped me over towards James.

I slid to my knees and knelt in front of James, "Hey, hey, Neal, look at me," I ordered and he knelt up and placed a hand on my shoulder, "Can you hear me?" I asked and started to snap my fingers in front of his face.

James had gotten elbowed in the face by Ranger defenseman, Michael Del Zotto. From where I stood, it looked like an accident, but when I looked at the jumbotron, and they played the hit in slow motion, that was not an accident, that was a plan and purposeful hit.

"Come on, James," I said and Geno skated over and grabbed onto James' arm and helped him up.

James threw his arm around my shoulder and I placed my hand on his back, he was a little heavy, but nothing I haven't handled before. Geno helped me get James off of the ice and I walked him to my office. I sat him on the table and took his helmet off. It was the beginning of the third period, the score was one to zero, Penguins. Jokinen had scored the first goal thirty seconds into the third period, and one look at James, he wasn't going to be back to finish the last of the period.

"James," I called because his head was leaning down onto my shoulder, "Hey, hey, James!" I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, grabbed my light and shining it into his eyes, "Hey pretty boy, look at me, don't fall asleep!"

"I'm all right," he said and then rubbed his face, "A little dazed, but all right."

"All right, I'm gunna have you checked out anyway," I said and he nodded his head, "Do you feel sick?"

"No."

"Headache?"

"Soreness."

"Where?"

"My chin," James said and pushed his head up and patted his cheek.

"You look all right, but I want to be sure," I said and he nodded his head, "How do you feel?"

"Tired," he said and I smacked his arm, "Ow! What was that for?!"

"What did I tell you about getting hurt?!"

"I'm sorry! It's not like I held up a damn sign telling him to hit me!" James yelled and I sighed and patted his knee.

"Let's just hope that it's nothing serious."