Title The Plan
Chap 2 Meet Me At Joe's
Author Devylish
Fandom Grey's Anatomy
Pairing Mallie Mark/Callie
Rating Erh, PG maybe
Words 700
Spoilers Um none
Warnings See 'Spoilers' : )
Disclaimer I own fricking NOTHING
AN Mark makes a proposition to Callie. Will she be tempted?
AN First Grey's Anatomy fic, so, if I've got it wrong… erh… sorry!
AN I SWEAR the next chapter will be longer!

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"Let's have a baby."

"Whaaaaaatttt?!" Callie's shriek could be heard throughout the dining room, and honestly, she couldn't care less. There was no way Sloan had just said what she thought he'd said. Was there? "Come again?"

"Maybe later."

"Sloan!"

Mark grinned and kept his hands busy folding the napkin he was holding into smaller and smaller sections. If Callie hadn't been so shocked by his question she might have noticed the nervous action. "You know, if you said that just a little bit louder, and with a little more vibrato, it would bring back some wonderful memories."

"Memories – past tense." Callie slid out of the booth, grabbing her files and bag. "I'm too tired to play your games today Mark. Find another toy."

Well, that had gone better than he'd planned. At least she hadn't hit him; which was really what he was expecting. Of course, it could have gone better. Probably could have used a little more 'foreplay' before thrusting the whole 'let's have a baby' idea at her. 'Note to self, Callie LIKES it hard and fast, but sometimes she definitely needs to be played with a bit.'

Pulling himself out of the booth, Sloan grabbed his garbage and followed Callie's retreating form out of the cafeteria.

"Torres." He grinned as she kept walking, but casually bent one arm behind her back and gave him the finger. Mark was all about pushing buttons – everyone's buttons – but pushing Callie's buttons were especially fun – and easy – to push. "Torres!"

"What!?" She spun around, placing one hand on her hip.

'She's damn sexy; particularly when she's riled up.' He caught up with her and wrapped an arm around her waist, spinning her around so that they were both heading the same direction. "So, what do you think?"

"What do I think about what?" She wriggled her way out of his grasp, but continued to walk by his side.

"My proposition, Torres… pay attention. What do you think about my proposition?"

Stopping in front of the elevators, she faced him. "Have you been sipping the silicone instead of pumping it into breasts?"

Mark leaned in towards Callie and reached around her, pressing the elevator call button. As he did so, he let his eyes drift down to her ample, unenhanced chest. As he imagined her jacket, and silk top disappearing, he responded. "Not recently."

Callie unconsciously backed away from him. She hated being in small spaces with Sloan. It was always a bad situation – for a variety of reasons, not the least of which being that he liked to invade her space… and press HER buttons. "No sipping of silicone? Well I was giving you the benefit of the doubt. I guess that just leaves me with the 'you're loco' option."

"I've been called worse things than that, and honestly –"

"Like man-whore?"

Mark laughed, "Actually, I kind of like that one." He ushered her into the elevator as it dinged open.

"Huh! Of course you do!" She shrugged free of his grasp again, and jabbed a floor button.

As Torres impatiently pressed the 3rd floor button, Mark captured her arm one more time. "Meet me at Joe's, tonight – 6:30p.m."

"Let me think about that." She stood in silence at his side until the elevator finally came to a stop at her floor. "I'm done thinking – no."

"Torres, hear me out. Give me one hour tonight to explain my proposition in full, and then, I'll leave you alone if you still want to say no."

She quirked an eyebrow at him, "You'll accept my 'no' if I just agree to have a drink with you tonight?"

"If you really listen to me, and consider my full offer, and you still say 'no', I'll drop the topic."

Callie eyed his steely, sexy eyes for a few seconds, searching for the joke, or the lie she was almost certain would be contained in them. Nothing. He looked completely and totally sincere.

"Okay. Fine." She slid out of his hold one last time. What was it with his constantly touching her? "One hour tonight, 6:30 -7:30p.m., at Joe's." She walked away calling over her shoulder, "But the answer is still going to be 'no'."

Mark watched the sexy sway of Callie's hips as the elevator doors closed. 'We'll see about that.'