Disclaimer: Not mine!

Rating: M

Summary: Future fic. Burke comes to the hospital for a patient. CO

Thanks to Sara for betaing and Fi for listening to my rambling outline of this fic.

Cristina's day, which started out amazing after sex in the shower with Owen that morning, quickly went in the other direction when she learned that Burke was going to be there because a patient from his private practice was admitted to the hospital for a surgery. The patient that Cristina and Teddy admitted last night. Great.

She was updating charts at the main nurses' station when she got a 2-minute warning from Meredith who had heard from Derek that he just met with Burke and he was now looking for Cristina. She was on the verge of freaking out at Meredith – an angry freak out, not a worried freak out - when Burke found them.

"Good morning Dr. Grey, Cristina," He greeted them with a nod.

"Good morning," Meredith replied just before she was paged. She pulled her pager off of the waistband of her scrubs to check it.

"Dr. Burke," Cristina replied.

"I have to take this," Meredith told Cristina, "I'll see you later."

Meredith went to answer her page, leaving Cristina alone with Burke. Times like these, Cristina wished she wasn't so far in her residency so that Teddy would have to deal with Burke. Well, actually this was the only time. She kinda loved being a 5th year resident.

"I wanted to talk to you about Aaron Green," Burke told her.

Cristina pulled that chart out from her pile, "He was admitted last night, and we're waiting for pre-op labs to come back. I consulted with Dr. Altman and we need to replace his valve. He told us –"

Burke cut her off, "He had a replacement when he was 16 but it's wearing out, yes. Its just wearing out quicker than we thought it would."

Cristina was about to make some sarcastic comment when Owen appeared next to her, returning a chart.

"Hey," she greeted him, a little surprised. She could usually just sense when he was around. She turned to Burke, "This is Owen Hunt, the head of trauma."

"Hello, I'm Dr. Preston Burke," he introduced himself, shaking Owen's hand.

Owen realized whom it was he was talking to. He'd heard all about Burke but had never seen him. "Ohhh, you're Dr. Burke."

"Oh, you've heard of me?" He was impressed that the trauma surgeon had heard of him.

Owen quickly glanced at Cristina who looked slightly amused then back to Burke. "Uh, not in the way you'd like," he replied then turned to Cristina as his pager went off, "We're meeting my mom for dinner at 7."

"Oh, great!" Cristina replied. She liked his mother and his mother liked her. And Cristina actually enjoyed having dinner with her. What she didn't understand was why every person who could save her from having to interact with Burke got paged!

Owen smiled, "I'll see you later," he told her, going to answer his page.

"So let's go talk to Mr. Green about the surgery," Cristina suggested, heading to the patient's room.

'So that's how Dr. Hunt had heard about him,' Burke thought, following after Cristina.

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They discussed the surgery with Aaron and decided to use a mechanical valve instead of another porcine valve since it would last longer. Cristina made some notes in the chart at the nurses' station adjacent to the patient's room.

"You're having dinner with his mother?" Burke inquired.

Cristina looked up from the chart, wondering why he was asking that. She had no doubt he figured out that she was with Owen.

"Yes. I really like her," she replied, "And I trust that she won't steal my eyebrows when we get married."

Burke raised his eyebrows, "You're engaged?" That hurt more than the fact that she was with someone else. Even if he had left her.

"Yes," she answered, pulling a chain out from under her dark blue shirt under her light blue scrubs and to show him the ring, "I don't like to wear it at work so I put it on the…wait, why am I telling you this? I'll have them book the OR and I'll see you in surgery."

"I didn't mean to pry," Burke told her, "I was just curious."

She closed the chart, "But that's what you do. You pry and you push. If you want to know about me and Owen, just ask."

He didn't say anything and she handed the chart to the nurse to book the OR.

"That's what I thought."

She walked away, pulling out her phone to send Owen a text message. It was a short text message. Just a single word.

Vent.

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Owen figured that with Burke in the hospital, he'd get summoned to the vent at some point. He didn't mind. Seeing Burke was probably stressful for her. It was hard for him when Beth was there when her father was sick.

Owen got to the vent and saw Cristina standing over the air vent as it blew a gust of air making her scrubs billow and her hair dance. She was standing with her arms out, head back and eyes closed and he thought she looked gorgeous.

The air stopped and the vent was quiet for the time being – relatively quiet. The vent was never silent. He made his way over to her and when he was within reach, Cristina grabbed him on either side of his face and kissed him.

Owen kissed back, his fingers slipping under her scrub top and long sleeved shirt underneath to trace over her lower back lightly. He was usually the one doing the grabbing and kissing but he didn't mind being the recipient.

Cristina pushed him slightly, moving them towards the wall. Owen pulled off her shirts together and turned them around so that he could back her against the wall. They learned from experience that as long as they remain on the wall, no one gets burned.

Her hands went to the tie of his scrubs, pulling one end to untie them. He took off his own scrub top while kissing and nipping her neck and shoulders and upper chest. His hands were busy massaging her breasts, thumbing her nipples though her bra and he ground his hips into hers.

She moaned and arched her back, pressing her chest into his hands, wanting more. Impatient, she pushed down the remainder of both their clothes. He kissed her, grinning against her mouth at her impatience. Making sure they were free of clothes, Owen lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall and she wrapped her legs around him, kissing him again.

The vent was a magical place.

End part 1