Grey Vitals

A/N: Those of you that follow me, know that this is my follow up to Promise Me. If you haven't read it, you should. It won't be required to follow along with this story, but it might help you understand Christian just a little bit more. This will be my Fifty Shades take on Grey's Anatomy. While this story will definitely be lemonly like the Steele stories, it won't feature BDSM in any aspect except maybe a spanking while in the moment. There is no Elena in this story as well.

A special shout out to my amazing Beta, Gate Park. I don't think this story will be nearly as amazing as it could be without her.

Starting this week, I will have three stories updating simultaneously. I will update each only once a week, and once I'm further along in the chapters, I'll stick to a regular update schedule. Two days to Steele Love.

As always, I don't own FSoG or its character.

Laters

Chapter 1

Monday May 22nd

Ana's POV

Ugh. What is that noise? That incessant beep, beep, beep. I slowly open one eye. First, I see the light blinding me through the windows. Huh, I always close the windows after a night a drinking. I open the other eye, looking for the source of that noise.

"UUUgghhh, would you shut that off already?" Oh, shit there's someone in my bed! I turn my head and look at the man next to me. Holy hell he is hot! But I don't remember meeting him at all. It must have been the tequila. It's always the tequila.

"Um, Hi. The alarm is on your side. Can you shut it off please? I don't want to reach over you." I'm trying to keep the sheet up over myself, no need to give the guy a reason to think he can stick around. He turns and shuts the alarm off and then tries to scoot closer to me. But I quickly get up out of the bed, dragging my sheet with me, wrapping it around me, of course, in doing so I uncover his entire body. He's an Adonis. I did good last night. He has by far the biggest dick I've ever seen, let alone fucked. And I know I fucked that dick last night. I can still feel him in between my legs. I don't remember what we did, but it had to be good. I'll fill my nights with my images of this man and my vibrator doing all the things I want him to do to me.

Right now though, I need him to leave. I have to be at the hospital in 2 hours. It's my first day as an intern at Seattle General. This man in my house is stopping me from being the first new intern there. He just stays in the bed, knowing I'm watching him though. I watch as the smirk spreads across his face and he reaches both arms behind his head, crossing his feet at the ankle while he reclines in my brand new king sized bed. He has a roman jaw covered in a day's stubble and his dark copper locks fall slightly over his forehead. He really is a good looking man and I wish that I could remember what happened last night. It might be a good thing that I don't though. This can only be a one-time thing. I don't do repeats anymore. I learned my lesson five years ago.

I look back at Mr. Tall Dark and Insanely Handsome one last time. "Listen, I don't remember your name, or much of what we did last night, but I've got somewhere I've got to be in a few hours, so I need you to get your clothes and get gone."

The smile from his face falls. "Christian, my name is Christian. I was hoping that we would have a repeat of last night followed by pancakes."

"Sorry Christian, but I've got a new job starting and orientation won't wait for me. I've got to be there early to make sure everyone knows I'm the best. So you've got to go."

"Can I take a shower first?" This guy isn't giving up.

"Listen I'm 30 seconds from tossing your clothes on my front lawn. I don't think the neighbors would like me shoving your naked ass out the door." Inside my head, I'm screaming, Please leave! I need to leave the house in an hour to get there early enough to tour the hospital so I know where everything is before everyone else. I've not stepped inside Seattle General since I was eleven, just before we moved to Boston.

"Okay I get it. I'll just use the bathroom and then I'll be on my way. Can I get a cup of coffee to go at least?"

"No." I walk to the bedroom door and open it and wait for him to put his pants.

"I can't find my boxers." He put his shirt back on and then reaches for his pants. "Do you think you could get them back to me if you find them?" Really, he wants them back? This must be his way to get me to call him or something. I thought leaving things behind at a hook-up's place was a girl thing. It's not like I would really know, I've had one relationship in my 25 years. I thought he was the one and gave him my heart. Then he stomped all over it after two years. Now I stick to one night stands. And Tequila. Thinking of the tequila brings me to a flashback of last night.

I ordered my tequila the way I like it, straight, no chaser and extra salt. Looking around the bar while I waited for the bartender to pour my shot I saw him and I knew I had to have him for the night. I strutted from my end of the bar over to him. I didn't even bother to check my outfit. I knew I looked hot, even he 'who shall not be named' said so. My white Prada skater skirt dress makes my legs look long and lean with a little help from the 4 inch heeled Jimmy Choo Kerfield black mesh and suede platform ankle booties. The black leather motorcycle jacket adding just a bit of edge to the look. My hair is(styled in sleek waves with a deep side part. The only make up I'm wearing is the voluminous mascara and my favorite Vice F-Bomb red lipstick.

My mattress mambo partner for the night was dress in a beautiful navy suit with a light blue shirt, opened at the collar. His five o'clock shadow made him look yummy and I wanted to lick that jaw from his ear to his mouth. "Hi, I'm Ana. Anastasia Steele."

Before he could say anything the bartender placed my shot in front of me with the salt shaker. "Tequila and salt huh? Where's the lime?"

"Lime's for pussies and pansies who think it makes them look cool when they do the shot. That and fraternity keggers where the guys want the girls to kiss when they're done."

He laughs a second and smiles, "Well then why the salt?"

"Makes the tequila bite harder, the way I like it." With that I slowly lick the back of hand, making sure he sees the tip of my tongue when I do it, wishing it was his cock and not my hand. A shake of the salt, a fast lick this time and then I slam the tequila down my throat. The burn taking my troubles away for the night. I can see the heat in his eyes and I know the night will go much better than I thought it would 45 minutes ago.

Shit I was in rare form last night. I guide the dude to the front door, with the sheet still wrapped around me. Luckily, Kate and Jose won't be awake for another 30 minutes at least.

"Well see you around." I waited until he was outside the front door and then I unceremoniously slammed it in his face before he could ask for my number. I raced back to my room and my attached bathroom to get ready for the day.

I'm starting in the same hospital my father started at. The last time I was in this hospital I was 11 years old. My mother had brought me in to say goodbye to all of Daddy's doctor friends before his last day ended. They had thrown him a party with cake and I remember crying on Dr. Grace's shoulder when it was time to go. I hadn't wanted to move away from all my friends and the only life I knew. She had always been nice to me, even had me over to her house often. Her daughter, Mia was the same age as me and was one of my two best friends. I remember her having two really annoying older brothers too. The one boy was always rude and short tempered. The other was fun, but he was already away in college I think by the time I moved.

Grace will be at the hospital when I get there today. She's going to give me a tour before we meet with our residents. She's the one who called me and asked me to come join their program. She had heard about a paper I wrote at Harvard on the need for further advancement in non-invasive pediatric surgical procedures. She is determined to turn me into a pediatric specialist. I actually don't mind it either. I just don't want anywhere near Cardio. That was dad's specialty and I'm not about to try and live up to the legacy of the great Raymond Steele.

Just thinking about Daddy makes my heart hurt. I can see the water steaming around me, but I feel ice cold. Daddy died almost 2 years ago. He had been my whole world. I looked up to him. He was one of the greatest surgeons in the country, and still he found time to always be there when I needed him. He never missed an important milestone at school. He was there to teach me to ride a bike, how to fish, and how to throw a right hook properly. He had served six years in the Army as a trauma surgeon before moving back home to Seattle, when he met my mother the day he returned home and they were married three months later. I was born a year after that. She loved him fiercely and I knew she was taking his death as hard as I was.

I never expected to get that phone call while I was at Harvard. I had just finished my last midterm exam when the phone rang. Dad was scrubbing in when he suddenly grabbed his head and collapsed on the floor. I was told he seized for nearly two minutes. When they took him to have a CT scan, it showed an aneurism. Mom said the best neurosurgeon at the hospital immediately took him into surgery, but the minute they exposed the aneurism, it ruptured. He coded on the table and they did everything they could, but it was too late. He would have hated to wake up from that anyway, if he had woken up. The recovery to regain his memories and functions of his own body would have destroyed every ounce of pride he had. The great Raymond Steele, winner of two Mason Jackson awards for innovations in surgical medicine, would have hated not to be able to operate.

I finish the shower and quickly exit, dressing in the first jeans and t-shirt I find in my closet. My room looks a mess from whatever we did last night, but it will have to wait. I grab my jacket, knowing it's going to rain soon and head downstairs. I'm glad to see Kate and Jose already in the kitchen eating breakfast. Breakfast is the one thing Kate can cook. Eggs, Bacon, and pancakes. As long as you liked your eggs scrambled, the bacon extra crispy, and the pancakes thirty seconds from being burned anyway.

"Ana, who was the dude on the front porch without his shoes this morning?" Jose doesn't hide the jealousy in his voice. I might strangle him if he doesn't ever get over this crush and just realize he's gay. He hates Abercrombie and Fitch but he keeps old copies of their catalogues around, he owns more hair products than I do, and my mother is a socialite who supplies me with all my beauty needs.

"Some guy I picked up at the bar across from the hospital last night. I had way more tequila then I normally do. He was hot though, I just wish I remembered how well he fucked." I take a sip of my coffee and see the classic Kavanagh stare glaring at me.

"Ana, tequila and nameless hookups won't solve the problem you've got. I know you didn't want to stick around and hear what he had to say, but you need to know a few things before going to the hospital today." I put my hand up pausing her before she continues. I refuse to hear her say his name again. She's said it so much over the last year trying to get me to contact him. She's convinced he's my one true love. Truth is, I realize now I didn't love Luke as much as I thought I did. I loved the idea of Luke. I loved that he treated me the way my father treated my mother. I loved that he was going to be a surgeon just like my father, and I loved that my mother loved him. But we were really two different people. I've long since moved past hating him. Doesn't mean that I don't hate the way he made me feel when he ended things. Like I said before, nameless hookups work better for me.

"Kate stop right there. Five years ago, to the day yesterday I might add, he took me to dinner. Told me it was going to be a special night. We all thought he was going to propose. I spent the day getting ready like I was Elle Woods in Legally Blonde, and then he called me Sunshine, like he always did and dumped me. I really felt like Elle Woods then. He knew I wouldn't cause a scene in my father's dining club. He told me he needed to focus on medical school and his first go at puppy love would be distracting. I don't love the man anymore, but I don't need to speak of him or to him."

I toss the coffee mug in the sink, grab my keys and purse and walk out the door. They can drive themselves today. Starting my white 2014 Lexus GS 350 F Sport, a graduation from Daddy on the day I graduated from Columbia, and head to the only other place in this city I remember ever really feeling his strength.

Christian's POV

She kicked me out. I had the most amazing sex in my life with her, even more amazing then it was with my wife. I look at my now ring less left hand as I scrub my hands and prepare for the tumor resection I'm scheduled for this morning. I try and reflect on last night and figure out where I went wrong. She was amazing. She kept insisting I call her Ana. She looked fantastic and so familiar. I know when I first saw her, my initial reaction was that she looked so much like my wife. But when she walked over to me full of confidence and spunk, she couldn't have been any more different. They shared the same long dark chestnut locks and porcelain skin, but Anastasia's eyes were a dark blue, almost cobalt, whereas my wife's had been bourbon brown. All I knew about her was that she was 25, starting work today, and had a strong hatred for a man named Luke. She wanted to chop off his balls on several occasions last night.

I watched her take two shots before she convinced me to take one. While she had been licking the salt from the back of her hand, she pulled her hair to one side and tilted her head to give me access to her neck. I was hooked as soon as my tongue touched her skin. She tasted like summertime. I was so aroused in that moment. I hadn't been hard for another woman since my wife had died. Many a woman has tried to coax me into their beds, but I've never even been tempted.

We stopped talking after her third shot, she licked the salt from my neck and then dragged me to her home. We continued with the shots there and before I knew it, she was stripping, seductively walking to her bedroom. It was the most erotic show I had ever seen.

I continue scrubbing my hands, knowing I need to tuck the memory of last night away before entering the OR. The nurse hands me a towel to dry my hands while another holds the gown for me. I'm then gloved by the first nurse as the second ties my gown and the mask to my face. Today I'm being assisted by Dr. Luke Sawyer. He's a third year resident, and one of the brightest minds I know. He's declared early that neuro was where he wanted to specialize. I plan to ask him to join my research team.

"Dr. Sawyer, good to see you today. How's the patient doing?" I listen to him give me the last vitals and test results.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like it's a beautiful day to save lives. Scalpel please."

Ana's POV

I was eleven when we moved to Boston. Four years later he moved us to New York City, and five years ago, just before the start of my junior year at Columbia, Dad and Mom moved back to Seattle. Dad was offered the Chief of Surgery position at Seattle General. He was given a larger research budget and the potential to be Chief of Staff in the hospital in ten years when the current Chief retired.

Walking with Dr. Grace Trevelyen Grey around the hospital my father died in was an experience. I was constantly looking and seeing all the differences from when I was a kid. The lobby entrance was updated three years ago, I'm told. It's a lot of steel and glass now. The marble made Grace's heels click as we walked. She took me to see each department, ending with the pediatrics wing. I loved it there. I've always loved kids, but I know I won't ever have any of my own. I want a love like my parents had, so my kids would have the kind of childhood I did growing up. I want them to grow up knowing what a good relationship is. Seeing how I won't spend more than a night with a guy, that's not going to happen. I don't have sex without a condom, and I religiously get the Depo shot every three months.

I got to meet the new head of the cardio department. Jason Taylor looks to be in his early forties. He kept telling me little stories about my father. Rather than making me smile though, I was melancholy now. Dr. Taylor ended our conversation by telling me how Daddy wanted nothing more than for me to be happy and he had told Jason he had a plan for my happiness just before he died.

Tuning Dr. Taylor out as he continues to talk about Daddy, I reflect on the start of my day yesterday.

"Ana, why does Kate get the room with the bigger closet? I have almost as many clothes as she does and a smaller dresser." Jose's whining is driving me nuts. I made him take the room on the farthest end of the hall from me. Everyone around him may realize he's gay, but he thinks he's in love with me and that we'll make pretty babies together.

"Jose, you get that room because Kate has dresses to hang up, you don't. She has office attire to maintain, you don't. We get to wear what we want into the hospital, they provide our scrubs for us daily. She can't show up to work as the owner's daughter in wrinkled jeans." While Jose and I were starting our internships at the hospital tomorrow, Kate was starting at Kavanagh Media. She was taking over the Vice President position and in two years her dad would turn the reins over to her completely. It was the deal they made for her to continue to Grad school with us and get her Master in Business Administration at Harvard. Pair that with her journalism degree from Columbia and she's going to be a force to be reckoned with in the journalism world.

"Get over it Jose. I've told you before, I'm the childhood best friend, and you're the dude we felt sorry for at the freshman mixer. I'll always win when it comes to Ana." Kate just loves to rub it in Jose's nose that she and I knew each other when we were younger. Mia, Kate, and I were pretty inseparable most days. When I moved to Boston with mom and dad we lost touch. Fourteen years ago, was before Facebook, Skyping and unlimited data plans. It was pure luck that Kate and I wound up in the same dorm room together at Columbia. She told me that she and Mia had grown apart once they reached high school. Mia's lack of ambition and plans to do nothing but shop on her trust fund dime rubbed Kate the wrong way. Don't misinterpret Kate though, she has a trust fund as well. She was fortunate to finish school debt free and she loves her designer labels, but she wants more out of life.

Kate was in Seattle last summer interning with her dad and said that my Mom spent her time lunching with the ladies of the country club. When she wasn't lunching she was shopping. She has nearly 25 million in the bank from dad's years of hard work and sound investments, not to mention his life insurance. The day I graduated Harvard, I found out that I inherited $15 million on my own. And a house, but not just any house though, my childhood home. Mom gifted it to me as a graduation present. She had the house completely redecorated for us before we moved in last week. I've spent this morning doing the last of my unpacking.

"Ladies, can you please get a move on. We have to be at the Fairmont for this award dinner by seven. I don't want to be late and find out I've already pissed off my resident before I've even meet him or her." Jose is right. We need to get to the salon soon if we're going to be ready in time.

"Alright Jose let's get to the salon. I need a massage to deal with this tonight. Mom is going to be there. I'm told that she's started dating another doctor from the hospital. It's part of the reason she bought the condo in Escala. She told me it was time she moved on." She was only 48. She said Daddy wouldn't have wanted her to spend the rest of her life grieving him if she could find love again, and she's right. Dad might have been a workaholic, but he loved us greatly. It's part of why he was so upset when Luke and I broke up. Shit thinking of him makes my stomach turn.

The three of us spent the afternoon getting pampered at my mother's favorite salon and spa. Even Jose partook in the pedicures and facials. He drew the line at the manicure, but I think it was because one of the beauticians was speaking French. She didn't know we were all fluent when she talked about what a shame it was all the good looking men were gay.

I'm brought out of my memories of yesterday by the entrance of some of the other interns into the locker room. I've been here for nearly ten minutes. I've claimed a top locker closest to the door and saved one for Jose next to mine. I'm wearing the maroon scrubs that are designated for the interns. I'm told residents will be in a light orange scrub and the attendings will be in a hunter green. Grace was in a dress under her lab coat, saying she had a meeting with the board this morning while we were all going through orientation.

"Hey Ana, you could have waited for me this morning. Kate complained the whole way here about going out of her way to drop me off." Jose is always put out by having to spend time alone with Kate.

"Sorry, but I wanted to be here early and you guys wanted to talk about he who shall not be named." I don't feel bad about leaving this morning. I know we'll be here for the next 12 hours at least so he'll ride home with me. I finish tying my maroon Nike's and shut my locker.

It isn't but a few minutes later when a red-haired woman walks in wearing orange scrubs. She whistles getting everyone's attention before she introduces herself. "Welcome to Seattle General's intern program. I am Elizabeth Morgan, your chief resident. Today I'm going to give you a brief tour before assigning you to your resident advisors for the duration of your intern year. Next year as residents you will continue to report to your resident advisor until your third year here when you get your own interns. By then you'll realize how horrible interns really are. Follow me." She leaves and everyone scrambles out of the locker room to follow her. She starts by giving us a tour of the hospital much like the one I received earlier from Grace. When we reach the cardiothoracic wing she goes on to talk about what an amazing doctor Dad was, it's why they renamed the wing after him in January. "This is the Raymond Steele Cardio wing. As med students, you should have learned about the Steele Method for lung transplants. He pioneered the technique that set the stage for lung transplants the way we know them. Dr. Steele was only the second doctor to earn the Mason Jackson award twice. And he's the only doctor to earn his two awards in the same decade. It was in New York at Mt. Sinai Hospital that he developed an artificial lung to use in cystic fibrosis patients. Five years ago, he was hailed as the greatest medical mind of our time. I was lucky to learn under him my intern year." Jose nudges me and I just shrug my shoulders. We haven't done the name exchange with the others and I wasn't going to tell anyone I was Ray Steele's daughter unless I had to.

"Now, this is the end of the tour. I want you to look around you. There are 25 of you. Of the 25, there will only be 20 of you here in six months. In a year, it will be 15. When you reach your third year and earn the right to teach interns yourself, there will only be twelve of you. In five years only five of you will still be here and asked to stay for fellowships. One of you will fail your boards. It's just the way it is. Which part of the equation will you be?"

She gives us all a moment to look around and size each other up. I see each of them and wonder how best to teach them all who the top dog is in this fight. I'm brought out of my inner monologue when she continues, "If you look over at the nurses' station board you'll see your assignments in each of your program departments. Report to your floors and meet your residents. Welcome to your first day of hell." Her smile is warm and encouraging but her words leave us all a little chilled. Jose and I wait for the others to start to leave, we walk to the board and I let Jose look for us. "We're assigned to Doctor Bailey and we're to meet her in the Post-op area." I walk to the stairwell at the end of the hallway. I'm not waiting on the elevator with all the others. Jose and I will have one other intern assigned with us to our resident. Another three interns will be assigned to the other third year surgical resident in our department.

As we climb the stairs, my mind drifts to the moments before I went to the bar last night. I wandered around the city for nearly an hour before I found myself across the street from the hospital.

Kate, Jose, and I had just parked my car in the hotel garage before heading inside to the banquet. We were laughing and making fun of Jose changing six times before we left when I heard someone call my name.

"Ana. Ana stop. Wait Annie, please just look at me." I turned around and saw a face I hadn't seen in five years. Five years to the day he dumped me. What the hell is he doing here?

"What the fuck do you want Luke?"

"Do you have to be so hostile?" He's standing six feet in front of me. Kate and Jose are only a foot behind me, Jose ready to fight for me if I need him, which I don't. My black belt in karate will do all the damage I need done. Luke hasn't changed much in the time since I last seen him. He's bulked up a little more; his shoulders are broader covered with muscle under his suit jacket. Clean shaven as always and the same military style haircut my dad use to get.

"Well I could say it's great seeing you, but we both know that would be a lie. I have somewhere to be." I want out of here now.

"I know. I saw your name on the guest list. I was hoping I could talk you into accompanying me inside so we could talk. I have so many things to say. I've been trying to get ahold of you for the last year, but Kate said you would just refuse my calls." I turn and look pointedly at my best friend. I didn't know they had talked.

"She's right. I don't want to talk to you." I cross my arms feeling the comfort of my leather jacket surround me.

"Well I need to talk to you. I've talked to your mother, hell I even talked to your father before he died. You know we were meant to be together, I made a mistake. I love you. Please just talk to me."

"I don't know what my parents have to do with this, but you and I aren't meant to be. You proved that when you led me to believe you were going to propose and then dumped me after ordering a bottle of champagne. There is no happily ever after for us." I'm ready to leave. I can't be in that room with him if this is the way he's going to be.

"Ana, even your dad wanted us together. He told me he wanted me to marry you. It was only the day before he died. He was planning to surprise you and take me with him when he visited. He wanted you to settle down and be with me."

"Luke, shut the hell up before I punch you! You don't get to talk about my father."

"Ana, he told me about all the drinking and the random men you were with after I left. I didn't want that for you. I was supposed to be your first and only. Your dad didn't want that for..." I didn't let him finish before my fist connected with his face. A well placed right hook, just like daddy taught me. He'll have a black eye tomorrow and I hope he has fun telling everyone he got it from a girl.

"You don't get to talk about my father. You can kiss my ass Lucas Scott Sawyer. Fuck off and don't try to talk to or contact me again." I turn back to Kate and Jose. I need a drink. "You guys go on without me. Here are my keys. I'm going to find me some good tequila and a new man." It's always the same, every few months since Luke and I broke up, I'd get lonely or pissed at him. I would drink copious amounts of tequila and then I find a hot man to rock my world for the night. I only do one night stands since Luke. Sometimes I'd get lucky and find a man who could rock my world even better than Luke did. I've learned that he had what is an average dick. Nothing special about it. It slightly curves to the left, it's a thin dick about 7 ½ inches long. He knew how to work it most nights though, but I had to keep myself tight to be able to feel him.

Entering the surgical floor I'm pulled from my thoughts. Jose and I see our resident waiting at the nurses station and it looks like we are the first ones. The elevator pings with the other four surgical residents as we reach her. Our third team member, Barney Sullivan, joins us and Doctor Ros Bailey introduces herself.

"I'm Dr. Ros Bailey. I have four rules. Rule number one, you do not do anything unless I've told you to. Number two, don't kill anyone. Rule number three, if I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless the patient is dying and then you need to remember rule number two. Rule number four, when I run, you run." She points to the stop of the counter, "These are your pagers. When you are here you are to answer them immediately. If I have to page you a second time you'll be dealing with exploding bowels for a week." She's cut off by the beeping of her own pager. "Okay people lets go." She takes off running and it only takes a moment before I'm sprinting after her with Jose and Barney trailing behind me.

Christian's POV

Luke and I were successful in surgery today. He's going to make a great surgeon and I'm hoping he will complete his fellowship here. "You did great in there today Sawyer." We're standing at the sinks doing our post op scrub. When he takes off his mask and scrub cap I can't help but notice the shiner on his right eye. "What the hell did you run into last night?"

Luke shakes his head with a look of sadness crossing his face, "I ran into my old girlfriend from college last night. She didn't like some of the things I had to say. I've been trying to find a way to get her to talk to me for a year with no luck. I tried to tell her I made a mistake and still love her. Then I made the mistake of saying her father approved and she took exception to that. She was a daddy's girl and it was a low blow. She punched me and took off in a cab. Her friend was sure she'd find her with a new man in her bed this morning. Apparently, that's her "go to" way of dealing when it comes to even the mention of me. Lots of alcohol and random men, it makes me sick at my stomach."

I want to feel sorry for the guy, but I've seen the way he goes through the interns and nurses. He's slept with almost the entire single obstetrics staff and half of dermatology. He's doesn't have much room to talk, but he looks absolutely sad. If he really loves this girl, he's got to try. I remember how much I loved my wife. "You need to get her alone in a place like an elevator so that she can't escape your heart-to-heart. Lay it all out on the line and be prepared to grovel."

"Thanks Dr. Grey. I'll give that a try. She started as an intern here today. She's on Bailey's team. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I slept with Ros for a month our intern year, if she says anything to her first I'm screwed." We finish washing and dry our hands before exiting to the hallway where his interns have been waiting on him. "Dr. Grey let me introduce you to my team. The newest member of the surgical program here includes, Olivia Blandino," He points to the blonde at the end. She's giving me her best doe eyes and all I can think about are the cobalt blue eyes of Ana. "The guy in middle is Blake Ryan, and the woman on the end is Gwen Sutton." I nod to each of them.

"It's nice meeting you all. I'm sorry but I have to dismiss myself. I promised to have a late lunch my mother." I excuse myself and head for my office. I take a few minutes to remember my beauty from last night. I plan to have a bouquet of flowers delivered to her home tonight when she should return. I left my underwear on the side of the bed partially hidden by the comforter. I'm hoping she'll want to return them and sending the flowers with my number will allow her to do so. She tasted wonderful on my tongue last night. I spent hours feasting on every inch of her skin. It felt amazing being inside of her. She insisted on condoms and thankfully she had them, I haven't had the need for one in seven years.

I leave the office and head to the pediatrics floor to meet my mother. I try to eat with her each day we work together. She has kept me in check for the last seven years. She pulled me from my grief and got me focused back on medicine. She was my top supporter during my long years in the research lab. She lifted me back up each time I broke down after a patient died and I was unsuccessful. She reminded me of why I needed to continue.

When I reach the floor, I spot my mother and her sleek dark blonde bob easily enough. She's speaking to a couple of interns with their backs to me. "Christian." She's excited when she sees me, waiving for me to wait by her office door for a moment while she speaks with the interns. She walks to me quickly, "Honey, I want to introduce someone to you. Her father was Raymond Steele and she wants to meet the man that worked so hard to save her dad. You might remember her, she was good friends with Mia before she moved to Boston when she was eleven."

My mother has been in match making mode for the last year. She was convinced I would look for love again after I found a cure for the cancer that killed my grandmother as well as my wife. The virus I created is injected directly into the tumor and works to kill the cancerous cells effectively shrinking the tumor until it is gone. It's now being used in research labs across the globe to try and create the same effect for other kinds of cancer.

"Mother, I only came here to take you to lunch, not get set up on a blind date."

"Christian it is nothing like that. I have an emergency case that has come in. She's a surgical intern; she wants to pick your brain. Mia will be so happy when she finds out Ana is here."

Ana? I remember that being the name of the girl I was with last night. Shit. She said her name was Anastasia Steele. I watch mother as she walks back to the interns, the guy walks away with mother while the woman turns. I can see it's her before she's fully turned around. Ana Steele, the newest surgical intern and Raymond Steele's daughter, one of my mentors, is the girl from the bar.

Ana's POV

Grace has roped me into having lunch with her son. She has a case with a malnourished child that came into the ER last night. She doesn't want to leave the floor until social services gets there. She said it's been eight hours since they were called. When she sends Jose to monitor all of Doctor Bailey's post ops she points to her son before walking off. I take my time turning to walk toward him. When I've fully seen him, I stop dead in my tracks. He's the guy from the bar. I'm suddenly assaulted with flashes from last night's escapades.

My nipple is in his mouth and my hands are tangled in his hair.

His hand running up the back of my thigh as he moves my leg over his hip.

His fingers inside of me, expertly working me toward ecstasy.

Me on top of him with my mouth on his cock.

Him tossing me to the side, "Enough," followed by the sound of the condom package being opened.

Him telling me gruffly, "Open your eyes Anastasia."

The feeling of a fullness I've never experienced before when he entered me. He has the biggest dick I've ever seen and it feels amazing inside me, like it was made for me.

His rhythmic thrusts as he works toward his orgasm. His words whispered in my ear between kisses to my neck, "Come with me beautiful."

I remember it all. He took me three more times throughout the night. It was the most exhilarating sexual experience of my life and I feel like everything after will never live up to that.

"Dr. Grey, it's a pleasure to meet you." I hold my hand out to him as I meet him in the hallway near his mother's office.

"Believe me Anastasia, the pleasure is all mine, again." He takes my hand in his, and the electric feeling from last night returns. This man could easily break down my walls with his piercing grey eyes. I need to get this over with and stay as far away from him as possible.

"Thank you. Grace was telling me that you operated on Daddy and I wanted to hear your thoughts about it. I didn't come back home but for three days since I was in the middle of mid-terms when he died. I never came to the hospital or asked for his file." I try and keep on track as to the reason why we are doing this today. I have to try my best to not think about last night.

"Yes, well. Let's hit the cafeteria, its Italian day today. The alfredo is actually pretty good." He leads me to the elevator with his hand resting on the small of my back. I can feel his heat through the fabric of my lab coat and scrub top. It brings me a sense of calm I've never experienced before.

Upon entering the elevator, I realize we're the only ones inside. I peek up at him from under my lashes and see him staring at me as well. It feels like the air is buzzing around us. My breath is starting to come in short pants, I close my eyes and feel him turn toward him. "Anastasia." When I open my eyes he's staring at me, facing me as well.

"Oh fuck it." I launch myself at him, fusing my lips to his. He quickly turns us pinning me to the side of the elevator. I don't care if anyone sees us at this moment. I don't want this kiss to ever end. My hands are once again tangled in his copper locks. His hands are cradling my face tilting my head giving him the best access to my mouth. He is magnificent. The kiss is full of passion and desperation. I faintly hear the elevator ping and feel it come to a stop. I'm ignoring the opening of the doors as I continue to tangle my tongue around his.

"What the fuck Doctor Grey?" I hear a familiar voice full of anger to the side of us when the doors are open fully. Christian extracts himself from me and looks to the right to see who is interrupting us.

"Is there something wrong Dr. Sawyer?" Sawyer, did he say Sawyer? No, no it can't be. I thought he was at Mercy West.

"What's wrong is you're kissing my girl." His girl? Who the hell does he think he is?