Miranda Bailey: Evil Genius
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I don't own anything.
This is a one-shot based on a series of text messages between my best friend and I after seeing, what now may only be referred to as, "THAT scene".
To said best friend: This one's for you.
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Callie and Arizona sat in the booth at Joe's, watching as the woman in the seat opposite talked animatedly of her fear of spiders.
"And then, like it was being liberated, the spider waltz's out of that man's hand. HIS HAND! I swear, some things in this job, I will never get used to."
They laughed as Bailey shuddered. Arizona, letting the alcohol and laughter settle, had a thought.
"I wish we had something like a spider to scare out Cristina and Owen. Too bad he's a badass trauma guy and she is fearless."
"She was fearless," Bailey spoke.
"Bailey, if you were trying to get someone to move out of your place, what would you do?" Callie asked.
"Do you forget about Tucker Jones?" Bailey asked, laughing.
"You want to make them move out? Ya'll need to go in there and make as much damn noise as possible."
"What, like, drunk noise?" Arizona asked.
"No, no, no. You know. Noise. Your noise. That you do. And you don't ever need to be tellin' me about."
"Oh!"
"Do you think that'll work?" Callie asked.
"Let me put it to you this way," Bailey said, "There is a good reason that nobody else sleeps in the third floor Attending's on-call room. You don't need to have an active imagination to know exactly what the two of you are doin' in there at all odd hours."
Arizona blushed and then said, "Miranda Bailey, you are truly an evil genius."
"That's why you're buyin' my drinks," Bailey stated, before sliding out of the booth to leave. It might have been her game, but she didn't want to stick around to watch the team practice.