Author's Note: Ugh. Okay I hate to sound like a bitch but when things bother me, I do not stay quiet about them. I know we all have our busy lives but if you have time to read a story, you have to time to review it. Seeing all those story alerts but little reviews, really pisses me off. What happens when I get pissed off? I spend money like crazy and no updates come. Now I know you guys like your updates so you bring the amazing reviews, I'll bring the updates.

In case you don't realize how long it took for me to decide to step back into this world and how careful I am about things now, I've decided to but a little limit on this. Every story alert I see without a review that will add to another day that I will not update this story. And trust me, I got my legendary cliffhangers up my sleeve. Don't make me take extreme measures again. So review? The longer, the better.

Longer reviews make me more tempted to update. Short ones make me frustrated.

Please? It would make me love you forever and ever.

Warnings: Flashback


Shades Of Grey

Chapter One


Mitchie Torres never liked getting involved with her patients' lives. Sure, she'd like to have a connection with patients so she would be able to be honest with them and persuade them to the best method of treatment (despite objections), but getting involved with them was the one thing that would shatter her heart into a million irreversible pieces.

Because she knew that she had to watch them die.

It was a rare occasion that could successfully save a life, prolonging it for decades was a difficult process filled with millions of medications, trial studies, and medical bills that could lead even the wealthiest of families into debt. Debt would lead to arguments, depression and then suicidal or natural deaths which in turn would leave her with countless sleepless nights as she would lay in bed wondering what she had done wrong. So she tried to avoid getting involved, not only for her sake but for the sake of her patients and their family.

Connections, good. Emotions, bad.

For the better part of five years as a hematologist, she was able to avoid the tragedies and heartbreaks but there was something about one of her latest patients that made her heart break inside.

Shane Gray.

The name initiated a memory of sorts… or was it the feeling she got when she thought of him.

The brunette woman dug her fingers and shifted the soft white sand, smiling as she saw a tall, rather attractive male in sunglasses walking toward her, two wines glasses in hand. He smiled at her, handing her a glass and leaning into her, their lips inches apart.

Mitchie opened her eyes with a jolt, her fingers immediately coming up to her lips; the phantom feeling of a kiss still running through her body. Leaning back in her office chair, she glanced again at the chart in front of her.

Maybe it was her imagination running away with her. There was no way she could have been that woman on the beach. She had only gone to the beach once in her life, with her mother and best friend. Not only that but she hadn't been on a date since college. Or it could be the fact that she had been working a double-shift.

Because there was no way that Doctor Mitchie Torres could ever fall in love.


Author's Note: Definitely shorter than I was planning. But that's all my mind would let me do before I would fall asleep at the computer. I'll probably get writing when I get up in the morning. But remember guys, review. Thanks for reading.

Really guys, please review.

--with all your plastic surgery, you still think that you're twenty