Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Grey's characters. Though I do use some of the writer's ideas and some situations in the show and tweak them a little.

A/N: This is my first fic here at and it may start a little slowly at first but please give it a chance and read and review honestly. Thanks!

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"You caught him doing what?!" One of my best friends, Rachel, exclaimed as I told them the story about catching my boyfriend, Daniel, now ex-boyfriend, in bed with his assistant when I came home early from a conference during our spontaneous pow-wow at a corner café.

"I hope you threw him out on his ass." Madison commented as she took a bite of her biscotti.

"I did. I told him he had half an hour to get his crap packed up and out the door before I threw everything out the window."

"Good for you." Rachel nodded in approval.

"Except he took Tag with him." I said forlornly thinking about our golden retriever that we bought on our two-year anniversary.

"That bastard!" Madison cursed loudly and a couple of other patrons turned to look at us. There are times when Madison forgets where she is when she gets worked up about something. This was one of those times. She loved that dog. Sometimes I worried that that was the only reason she was still friends with me. She seemed to love it more than even I did.

"Seriously, is that all men can think of? Sex?" Rachel shook her head obviously disgusted.

"Well, I guess when you look like Kendra. Eight feet tall, legs that go on forever, perfect boobs, and a nice ass…" I shrugged. Kendra was the complete opposite of me. The yin to my yang. She was blonde, blue eyed; the epitome of an all-American golden girl. I was petite, black hair, dark brown almond-shaped eyes; an ode to my mother's Asian side. "Anyway, I figured as much. The late nights, suspicious phone calls, aloofness in bed."

"You know what I think?" Rachel asked me. "I don't think you really loved him anyway." Ever the blunt one, Rachel said exactly what was on her mind. And usually, she was right, but this was one of those times I was determined to prove her wrong.

"Rach!" Madison shot her a warning look.

"Oh come on, Mads. If she really were in love with him, would she really be here with us right now? Or would our Cassie be laid out on her couch bawling while watching Three's Company re-runs?"

"Oh gee, thanks. Bring that up." I said sarcastically as I remembered when they found me in that position during our college years when my boyfriend of five years and I broke up. I was devastated for the longest time. How could I not have been? He was my first love. And you know what they say; you never forget your first love. Apparently, my friends haven't forgotten about him either.

But it was a good point. Why wasn't I as devastated about the break up as I should have been? Maybe Rachel didn't deserve to be proven wrong this time.

As I pondered this question, Rachel and Madison tossed around some suggestions for a girl's night in the following night. I nodded my agreement and told them that I had to go into work for a couple of hours and make sure everything was alright at the hospital.