Izzie smacked the red alarm that had been repeating the same buzz every 2 seconds. In the process she hit something warm. Izzie groaned, did she just pull a Meredith? She took a second glance and almost screamed. It was no one other than a very steamy Mark Sloan.

Mark groaned, and tried to hit the alarm clock that had been going off for the last five minutes every five seconds. He also had a massive head ache, probaly from all of that scotch.

"Seriously,"said Izzie quietly.

"Seriously,"he said in a mocking voice.

"What happened? Why are you here??"

"Apparently you wanted me, brought me home, and took advantage."

"I did not. I was drunk. All I remember was kissing, then it all goes black."

"Sure,"said Mark with a devilish grin.

"Whatever. Just don't go tell half the hospital."

"IZZIE! Are you coming were going to be late,"yelled Meredith from the kitchen.

"Oh crap. Mark hurry, you have to get out of here before anyone sees you.We'll talk about this later. And put some clothes on!"

"Fine. I'm going."

Izzie scurried into the bathroom and threw on a red sweater and jeans. How could this happen? McSteamy and I., she thought. Mark got out of bed and walked into the bathroom wearing his boxers.

"Got a spare toothbrush?," said Mark with his usual smirk.

"I see you're the same smart ass with a hangover."

"I see your just bitter, try some coffee."

"If I where you I'd get some sunglasses you look like a racoon."

"I guess I'll try that Bethany Whisper."

"I can't believe they call you McSteamy."

Mark walked out of the bathroom. Wow I just laid Isobel Stevens ex-model. He hoped this wasn't a typical Mark relationship but Izzie had other plans. Now the only thing stopping him from leaving was his leather jacket he wore the night before.

"Iz, where's my leather jacket?"

"Try the closet, it's down the hall."

On his way to the closet he saw I very sleepy Derek walk out of a room.

"MARK???!!"

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"MARK!?What are you doing here????"

"Breathe Derek, one very pretty intern brought me home,"said Mark with a smirk.

"We got drunk and well you know...,"replied Izzie before Derek could answer.

"I see your back to your old ways...I seriously can't believe this.,"said Derek as he walked downstairs.

"If Derek knows, he'll tell Mer and Mer will tell Christina...Then the whole hospital will know.,"said Izzie freaking out.

"Iz, there's no shame in getting drunk,"said Mark.

"Maybe for you."

"Can I make my grand entrance? Since like you said half the hospital will know."

"Fine."

"So how's my favorite Dirty Mistress?,"said Mark when he spotted Meredith in the kitchen with Derek.

"Ex-Dirty Mistress. What are you doing here?"

"Izzie took advantage of me,"he said in a childish voice.

"I did not,"said Izzie as she walked down the stairs. All eyes where on her.

"Izzie what happened and why is McSteamy here?"

"Seriously, would you people stop staring? It was an accident. For the record he took advantage of me."

Suddenly Derek's pager went off and all the eyes were momentarily off Izzie.

"I guess that's my que ,"said Mark quickly walking out the door feeling very unwanted.

About an hour later everyone was at the hospital and surprisingly Meredith hadn't spoken a word. Then Bailey walked into the locker room with assignments. Izzie prayed to not be with Sloan.

"Grey, your with Shepard, Karev, Montgomery, O'Malley, Burke, Yang and Stevens Sloan." Izzie took a sideways glance around the room towards George. "George, want to trade?"

"No trading, Sloan requested you Stevens,"said Bailey. Izzie and Christina walked down the hall and into the ICU were Dr. Sloan was waiting. Christina looked at Izzie who was making glances at Sloan.

"Shall we see the patient?"

"Of course,"said Christina who pulled the curtain away.

"Eric Marshall, age 13, Brother accidentally pushed im into a bon fire,"said Izzie.

"Treatment, Yang?"

"Skin grafts since he has burns over 90 percent of his body."

"That will be our lesson for today. Yang bone dry cappuccino,"said Mark as he gave her the money.

"Right away, Dr. Sloan,"said Christina as Sloan turn to talk to Izzie.

"Izzie we need to talk, follow me." Mark lead Izzie to the infamous supply closet at shut the door behind them. "So what did you want to tell me that was so important?"

"You promised me a date last week. We got drunk and that doesn't count. So what do you say?"

"Why do you hide your feelings?"

"What?"

"You know what I mean...Try and hide behind a tough exterior. I don't buy it. When you can tell me why I'll date you."

"I don't take no for an answer,"he said with a smile.

"Prime example...your doing it again."

Izzie and Mark slowly crept out of the supply closet, only to be standing in front of Miranda Bailey.

"Bailey!"

"Save it! You interns and your mess love lives and silly secrets! What happened to dating?" Mark glared at Izzie.

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"Bailey!"

"What Stevens?"

"It wasn't what it looked like,"said Izzie.

"It's exactly what it looks like, another one of my interns in a supply closet with an attending!"

"But—." Bailey cut Izzie off.

"Save it. Go find your McSteamy, your on his surgical wing today,"said Bailey with a stern face.

I'm turning into Meredith, thought Izzie. She got a happy ending, they dated. Should I go out with him? "Izzie," said a familiar voice.

"Yes, Dr. Sloan?"

"I hear your on my surgical floor all week."

"I hear I was requested."

"True."

"What the before or after the supply closet?" Mark just grinned as they entered the elevator. "I've got your answer,"he said as the elevator closed.

"An answer to what?"

"To why hide my feeling,"he said in a mocking voice.

"I'm listening...,"said Izzie clearly not impressed.

"Well..My 400 dollar an hour shrink says that it's because behind this rugged and confident exterior, I'm self destructive and self-loathing to an almost pathological degree."

"You went to a $400 an hour shrink to tell you something anyone could have said? Seriously?"

"I gave you your answer. Meet me tonight at Joe's 9:00?"

Then the elevator stopped. Izzie and Mark both got off, Izzie still hadn't given an answer. The walked out right past Bailey again. Izzie turned bright red.

"Good Morning, Dr. Bailey."

"Enjoying Dr. Stevens?"

"Yes, very much."

As they walked past Izzie said "You always make things sound dirty."

"Oh so true."

"Manwhore."

"I can't believe you just called me a manwhore. I am your attending."

"Hello captain McObvious. Well I did...do you want to make a friendly bet?"

"How friendly are we talking?,"he said with his signature grin.

" The bet is if you can go one day without a dirty comment you can pick what we do on the date. If I win we do what I want on the date."

"When does this bet start?"

"Right now until tomorrow morning."