Derek 'Mc Dreamy' Shepherd headed into Seattle Grace hospital that morning as he did every morning; with his over bleached teeth and scarily perfect hair. Only this morning something was different… he wasn't treated with his usual greetings, instead odd looks and shocked expressions. He walked self consciously over to Meredith, "Why's everyone staring at me?". She also gave him a grave expression, "It's… well it's your hair". He frowned which dramatically enhanced his wrinkles, "Oh, I've switched shampoos, gives it more bounce and shimmer doesn't it! I feel like I should be in a hair care commercial". She rolled her eyes, "Derek!… It's just not dreamy anymore!" she exclaimed. Derek looked as if she'd just been stabbed repeatedly or even worse all hair had fallen out. "Wha… what do you mean?" he stuttered. "Derek… it's fine, we'll talk about this after surgery… after all you couldn't be Mc Dreamy forever". He followed her, if he wasn't Mc Dreamy who was he? Without the hair he was… just a surgeon. "Oh my God I'm George" he muttered bitterly.
Meanwhile Christina, Izzie and George began their usual round of arguing over a prospective liver biopsy. "Oh come on, I'm obviously the most qualified!" Christina yelled. "What because you're dating a senior surgeon with issues?! Oh I bet he teaches you lots of things…" Izzie retaliated. "Maybe we should just all calm…". "Shut up George!" They both exclaimed. George immediately zipped it remembering you should never mess with female surgeons when a biopsy's on the line. After another hour of continual negotiating they were about to give up. "Hey Grey! Who do you think should do the biopsy out of us three… be honest" Izzie asked. Little Grey trembled slightly, "Um…well I wouldn't really to say. Oh but have you heard about Mc Dreamy's undreamy hair… it's shameful". Nice save little Grey. "Your useless" Christina muttered. "Oh I know we should play operation" George laughed, "whoever wins gets the surgery". Christina and Izzie looked seriously at each other. "Your on Stevens". "Get ready to fail Yang" . "Guys, I wasn't being serio…". "Shut up George!".
"You ok little Grey?" Mark asked as he snuck up behind her… one of his favourite past times. "God you scared me! I'm fine, Derek's not though… he's having an identity crisis… his hair". "I don't give a scalpel about Derek's Mc name" Mark smiled, "as long as I'm still your Mc Steamy". "Of course" she smiled. "Hey, I'm doing a liver biopsy this afternoon… you want in?". "Ooh yes!" she exclaimed. "Don't get to excited Grey, you'll just be guarding the tools" he said patronisingly. She rolled her eyes… "yes sir". "So identity crisis eh? Well, he is getting past it a bit".
"I understand all the doctors here are of the highest professional status". "Oh yes completely professional" Bailey replied. The key is to suck up to the inspectors… works every time. "SUCK IT STEVENS!". "What was…". "Oh let's not go into that wing um, the O.R might be more… interesting". What the hell are they doing now? Bailey thought to herself… God I dread to think. "Yes… so your surgeons are also highly trained and skilled?". "You forgot completely focused". Huh, Shepherd and Sloane wouldn't let her down.
"See I told you I got beat you both!". Christina jumped up and began to do a completely embarrassing dance in victory. "Shut up" Izzie muttered. "Oh yes, just because you couldn't quite get the water on the knee! You don't mess with the yang!". "Christina?". Christina quickly stopped doing a celebratory time warp and walked over to Owen. "You're deciding who gets surgery through operation… I thought you were better than this". Oh no… he had his disappointed face on. "So…". Ok… it kind of looks more angry now… "SO?! SO?! Your betting on a patient!" he yelled. "You're such a drama queen" she mused. He didn't respond. "Maybe we should get you a Mc name and you could relax a little, I mean you should be glad I put up with you!". "Oooh!" Izzie and George laughed. Christina shot them a disparaging look. "Put up with me?!". "Love to chat but I've got a surgery to get to".
The Mc duo scrubed in as did Little Grey with a sense of tension in the air. Mark and Derek weren't on fully talking terms yet. "Loving the hair Shepherd". Derek looked up angrily, "just hand me the scalpel". "It's easy to say that isn't it… when we're aging". "Oh can we just do the surgery… where's the resident you selected?". "Grey…". Little Grey stepped forward. "She's an intern!". Little Grey gulped nervously. "You're just prejudice!" Mark defended. "And your just dating her!" Derek retaliated. "I can … go". "NO!". "Oh yes she can!".
"Coming through!", Christina hastily pushed past Bailey and the inspector. "Yang where are you going?!". "Surgery… liver biopsy". "Grey's handling that" Bailey forced a smile for the inspectors benefit. "But I won it! I removed the broken heart", she explained as if this was completely normal. "What!?". "I won the surgery in a game of operation… the portable version". "Operation?" Bailey asked nervously trying to eye the inspectors expression. "The… portable version?" the inspector repeated. "Um lets go through to the O.R" Bailey said trying to hide her fuming anger. "Don't point that thing at me!" Mark yelled. "I can do as I please". Mark hit Derek's hand and the scalpel went flying into the air and hit the light above Little Grey. "SLOANE! SHEPHERD!" Bailey fumed. "LEXI!" Mark shouted as her knocked her out of the way. "Little Grey?" Christina asked, yet was ignored. "DEREK!". "Dr Bailey… I think we need a talk with these professional doctors".
