Authors Note: So, I think it's safe to say that I, being a lowly fourteen year old, do NOT own Grey's, no matter how much I wish I did. They belong to Shonda and the good people at ABC. So don't sue - you wouldn't get anything anyway - I'm only a freshman in basically a ghetto school! GAWD. HANYWAYS. On with the story...
Summary: There's a serial killer on the loose in Seattle. Nobody at Seattle Grace really thinks of the murders - they are, after all, a hospital - they take care of the living, not the dead. But what happens when one of their own is in the crosshairs? Is someone at Seattle Grace about to die?
Pairings are: Bang, MerDer, O'Callie, and eventually Addisex, McStizzie. Don't like it? Don't read it. P So decrees ze arteest formerly known as Ally.
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"Have you heard?" Seattle Grace Hospital, as usual, was buzzing with gossip. Nurses whispered in each others' ears, and everywhere the eye could see, people were exchanging worried looks. Where were the hospital's surgical interns during all of this? Meredith and Izzie were locked in a game of Slap-Jack with a deck of cards Izzie had dug out of her purse, as George and Alex looked on, providing a running commentary - of the relative attractiveness of the two female interns. "And Meredith puts down a...queen! Over the past week, this girl has won five out of five games against her fellow intern - who looks extremely attractive when she's concentrating, by the way..."
"ALEX!" The two women yelled in unison, both looking up from the bench that served as their playing surface. "And Izzie's next card is...a jack! And for once, Izzie is the one to slap it first and grab the cards, getting closer to her first-ever win against Meredith," George took over smoothly.
"Shut up, George."
"All of you shut up! I'm trying to sleep until the Nazi comes to harass us - I never get much sleep anymore, thanks to Burke..." The muffled yell came from Cristina, who was slumped against the wall, face resting in her hands. "EW. God, Cristina - we don't want to hear about your sex life!" George exclaimed, disgusted. "You're just jealous because you know Burke and I have better sex than you and Callie..." Cristina shot back.
"...How the HELL would I know that? I don't sleep with Burke! Or you. And I would assume that you're not sleeping with Callie!" George retorted. "Though that would be hot," Alex interjected, smirking.
"Shut up, Alex."
"Well, it would be..."
"Shut up, Alex." Cristina raised her head from her hands, giving Alex a look that brought to mind the age-old cliche if looks could kill. He opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted when the door opened. "Crap, the Nazi's here," Izzie muttered. But rather than Bailey, it was Olivia the nurse who walked in.
"Oh my god. Have you guys heard?" The interns exchanged irritated glances - it was too early in the morning for gossip. "Heard what?" Meredith spoke, hoping Olivia would talk, then shut up and leave. "About the fact that there's a friggin' killer on the loose? In Seattle! Three victims this week - don't you guys watch the news?"
Cristina, looking decidedly not fazed, replied with a yawn. "Olivia, we're surgical interns - we practically live at this hospital, and when we go home, we eat, sleep, and have sex. Why the hell would we watch the news? It wastes valuable time that could be used for eating, sleeping and having sex."
"How can you not be worried about the fact that people are dying? In our city! Three women. Three young, pretty women. Aren't you scared you'll be next?" Olivia challenged. "Mmm...nope," Cristina replied after pretending to deliberate. "Nah," a supremely unconcerned Alex echoed, as the other three spoke similar sentiments. "Whatever. Just don't complain when it's you down in the morgue because you didn't take this seriously..."
At that, Izzie started giggling, and the nurse, who had turned to leave, whirled around sharply. "What's so funny, Stevens?" "Nothing. It's just that...well, if it was me down in the morgue, of course I wouldn't be complaining. I'd be dead," the cheerful blonde said with an easy grin, while her fellow interns bit back grins of their own. As soon as Olivia left the room, all five of them doubled over laughing.
"Iz, that was priceless," George announced. "Seriously. Did you see the look on her face?" Cristina chimed in, before bursting into hysterical laughter again. "All I said was that I'd be dead...Anyways, why would someone want to kill any of us?" "Yeah, aside from Cristina, we're all so damned likeable and cute. And Olivia said 'pretty', so that further rules Cristina out," Alex opined with a smirk, earning a sharp smack across the back of the head from Cristina.
The door opened again, and this time, it was Bailey who came in. "Morning, suck-ups. Yang, you're with Burke, he's got an amazing surgery today, and he wants you in on it. Why, I don't know. Grey, you're working with Shepherd - and if I catch you two in the on-call room, so help me Jesus, I will-". "You don't have to worry, Dr.Bailey," a blushing Meredith assured the resident. "O'Malley? You're with your wife today, but if I catch her favoring you because you're her husband, I'll make sure you're in the pit for a month. Got it? Good. Stevens - Dr. Sloan specifically requested you as his intern today." "Goddammit," Izzie muttered under her breath, good mood fading. "Which leaves you with Dr. Montgomery, Karev. And I don't want to hear any complaining about it, or you'll be in the pit with O'Malley after I assign him there if his wife favors him."
As soon as Bailey turned her back, everyone expected Alex to complain, or at the very least, make a smart-ass crack, but for once, he kept his mouth shut. In fact, he didn't even look upset at the prospect of working all day with Addison, but actually looked as if he was trying to restrain a smile. This fact didn't escape Izzie, who leaned over and poked him in the side. "Evil Spawn and Satan, sittin' in a tree..."
"Shut up, Iz!" A blush was creeping up Alex's cheeks as he glared at his fellow intern. "Seriously. I don't want to know what they're doing in that tree," George chimed in.
"George!" Meredith looked absolutely appalled, but beside her, Cristina had dropped her face back to her hands, and was quivering with silent laughter. "See, someone thinks I'm funny," George pointed out with a shrug, as Meredith rolled her eyes good-naturedly.
"Would you guys please shut up? I don't like her...I mean, yeah, I think she's hot - but come on! She's Satan!" "And you're Evil Spawn. Match made in heaven," Izzie remarked dryly. "Hey - I get to scrub in on surgeries. What are you gonna be doing? Fetching coffee. Who got the better deal here? Yeah. I thought so," Alex fired back, smirking.
"Now, if you idiots will excuse me - I have to go. Before I get killed by either Satan or the Nazi. Or worse - get switched to Sloan." And with that, Alex stalked out, leaving Izzie giggling. "He so likes her, you guys," the blonde said conversationally, hauling herself to her feet. "Psh. This is Alex we're talking about, Izzie. Alex has never liked someone in his life - except you, of course. He may think Dr. Montgomery is hot - but like? Come on," George reasoned, standing as well, and grabbing Meredith to haul her off the floor as well. Izzie shrugged. "True. Very true. I don't know, we'll see what happens. Can you imagine Bailey's face if they started dating too?" she asked with a laugh.
"She'd blow her top! You'd be the only one not dating an attending, as I doubt you and McSteamy will be jumping in the sack anytime soon," Meredith said, biting back a grin before changing the subject. "Cristina, come on, get up," she said, looking down at her friend, who was still lounging against the wall.
"Don't wanna," Cristina said irritably. "You've gotta be kidding me. You're working with Burke, you get to scrub in on an amazing surgery, and you don't want to get up and leave the locker room? Seriously?!" an incredulous Izzie burst out. "I'm fetching goddamned cappuchinos and being sexually harassed all day! So shut up and go find Burke, kneel at his feet, and treat him like the god that he is for letting you scrub in on surgery!"
Meredith and George weren't even bothering to conceal their laughter at this point, and not even a death glare from Cristina could make them stop their hysterical laughter. Finally, Cristina stood, and grabbed Meredith's arm. "C'mon - let's go find Burke and McDreamy. And on the way, we can have a talk about being a supportive best friend," she said, before basically dragging her best friend out the door.
"C'mon, Iz. Sloan will make your life miserable if you're late. Besides, it can't be too terrible," George said reassuringly, putting a friendly arm around Izzie's shoulders and leading her toward the door. "Easy for you to say - you get to work with your wife," the generally amiable blonde grumbled.
They walked in silence for a while, but when it came time to part ways, Izzie looked at her friend. "George?" "Mmm?" George responded, casting a long look at Callie before turning his attention back to Izzie. "Do you think we should be worrying about this killer guy?" The question took him aback, and he shrugged nonchalantly. "No. We work in a hospital, Iz - we have enough to worry about with the living to worry about the dead."
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A/N: This is my first shot at Grey's fiction, so don't be too harsh. I know this chapter was mainly fluff, but it'll start getting dramatic soon. I'm definitely open to ideas, so don't hesitate to drop me a review with constructive criticism or some ideas! Thanks, guys.
xoxo
Ally
