As Cristina stepped into the lobby of Seattle Presbyterian Hospital, the Chief of Surgery was waiting for her. He came to her, immediately.

"Dr. Yang, I am Dr. Chet Walters," the man said. He was tall, in his fifties and graying at the temples. "We spoke on the phone."

"Yes, we have. Dr. Walters, I am so pleased to meet you," she told him. "But you can call me Cristina. There is no need for us to be so formal here."

"Yes, as long as you call me Chet," he said. "We were so pleased that you agreed to demonstrate the Yang method, here. Everyone is extremely excited, especially the residents and interns. They are going to be in the presence of a real genius." He seemed pretty excited himself, the way his eyes gleamed.

"I hope I won't disappoint," Cristina said. "I hope you can introduce me to the patient, now. I think I need to get to know him before we do this, tomorrow."

"Well, of course, there is the press conference first, today," Dr. Walters said.

"Press conference?" she repeated in alarm. She didn't know that they had scheduled a press conference. Now, everyone from Grey Sloan would now know that she was in Seattle.

"Yes, yes," Dr. Walters said. He looked at his watch. "We're starting in about half an hour. I think the press have already started gathering in our conference room." He sensed the anxiety within her.

"I am sorry. I thought you knew we were going to have a press conference. After all, it is not every day that we have a two-time Harper Avery award winner in our midst. Seattle Pres has to shout it to the roofs, so everyone knows that you are here. Glad that you are here and not on your old stomping ground at Grey Sloan," he continued.

"Oh, it's alright. I just don't know if I look presentable," she said, taking a look at her dark grey suit.

"You look fine," Walters said. "A lot better than me. Do you need to go to the restroom and freshen up before the news conference?"

"Yes, thank you. Just direct me," she said. He took her to the nearest ladies' room. She used the toilet and washed her hands. She stared at herself in the mirror. She was going to be so busted. She had thought that she was going to make it out of Seattle with no one but Alex knowing that she had been there. The press conference was now going to make it impossible to do so. But then again, she reasoned, they would probably be so busy with their surgeries that no one would probably see it on the news.

When she came out of the restroom, Dr. Walters was waiting for her. "Thank you for waiting," she said. "There is one favor that I would like to ask."

"Anything, Cristina," Walters said. He was willing to grant her anything that was within his power.

"My son, Xander, accompanied me to Seattle. He is with a friend, today. I was wondering whether he could be placed in the hospital's day care while I am here for a couple of days. He's three years old," she said.

"Certainly, that could be arranged," Dr. Walters said, as he led her to the conference room where the press conference was being held. As they entered, the reporters looked excitedly in her direction and the photographers started to take pictures. Dr. Walter led her to a seat on the stage, while Dr. Walters took his place in front of the microphone.

As he spoke, Cristina looked around at all of the press there. Yes, this was certainly going to make the news.


After the press conference, Cristina met with the patient, Brantley Stokes. He was pleased that he had been chosen to be operated on by this world-famous surgeon. Cristina also had a meeting with Brantley's surgeon at Seattle Pres, Dr. George Peterson, who was greatly excited to be in the presence of one of the world's greatest. She told him that she expected him to assist, so he could get the best possible view of what was going on. It was a great meeting. She knew that they were going to get along very well.

After that meeting, she headed back to the hotel room to get some rest. It was going to be a big day, tomorrow. It was going to be standing room only in the gallery as well as there were lots of other doctors, who were going to be in the OR with her. She took a bath and ordered room service for dinner. She changed into her pjs and waited. She didn't have to wait long as there was a knock on the door.

She opened the door to find Alex, carrying a sleeping Xander. Cristina took the boy from him and gave her son a kiss.

"He's all tuckered out," Alex said. "We had a great day at the zoo. I have lots of pictures. I will email the best ones to you."

"Thanks so much, Alex. You are indeed a gem," she said. "And from tomorrow, Xander will be in the daycare at Seattle Pres. So it is not going to be a problem for someone to take care of him. But thank you for today, Alex." She placed her sleeping son on the bed.

"Oh, by the way, he saw Xander at the hospital," Alex admitted, sheepishly. Cristina looked up, immediately.

"What did you say?" she asked, anxiously.

"Oh, that Xander was my godson and that he was named after me. He asked about Xander's parents and I told him that they were people he did not know," Alex said. "Don't worry. I know what to say in the face of pressure."

"Okay, thanks," she said. "But I can't hide my presence anymore. Everyone is going to know that I am here."

"Oh, what happened?" he asked.

"Seattle Pres had a press conference about me being here. Anyone who sees the local news will know," she said. She picked up the remote and found a local network affiliate. It was the news and just coincidentally, the news story featuring Cristina popped up. Alex sat on the bed and watched the news conference. They were both silent after the news story since they both knew that the secret of her being there in Seattle was now fully out.

Then, Alex said, "At least, you look good." They both laughed.


Across town, Owen and Jordan were having dinner – spaghetti and meatballs – something he could whip up in a hurry. He didn't have much time to cook, since he held a full-time job and was now a widowed father. He put on the television to watch the news. He wasn't paying it much mind until the news anchor said the name, "Dr. Cristina Yang." He perked up, immediately and his eyes were glued to the television. He stared at the face of the woman he loved. Jordan noticed her father, staring at the television. His mouth was slightly open and he seemed transfixed. She looked at the woman on the television screen.

"Who's that, Daddy?" she asked.

"Someone I used to know," he said. "She was very important to me."

"She's pretty," Jordan declared.

"Yes, she is," Owen said.

"What's her name?" the little girl asked.

"Her name is Cristina," Owen said.

"Will I meet her?" Jordan asked.

"Maybe," Owen said. Then, he paused. "Yes, Jordan, I am going to make sure that you meet her."

"Okay," the little girl said, happily.

Owen had all of the information he needed. She was doing a surgery at Seattle Pres, so he was going to make it his business to take a trip across town to the other hospital. Yes, he was.


Owen had dropped off Jordan to the day care and just sat down for a cup of coffee and an English muffin at a table in the hospital staff cafeteria. Two peeved women came in to the cafeteria and looked around for him. They were coming straight to his table. He sighed.

"Did you see that last night? The news?" Meredith said, angrily. "She's here in Seattle and not one word did she say to us."

"Yeah and to top it off, she is over at Seattle Pres, showing them the Yang method. What are we here at Grey Sloan? Chopped liver? Where is the loyalty to the place that she grew up? This is where she was trained," Callie carped. She started a rant off in Spanish, which neither Meredith nor Owen understood.

"Yes, I saw it," Owen said. "It came as a shock to me, too."

"You know, she's here and she won't even come across to see Sofia and Zola," Meredith complained. "For goodness sake, they are her god-daughters. All she does is send birthday and Christmas presents with a card. No phone calls, nothing."

"Well, granted that you and Cristina did not end it very well, when she was last here, I think she probably thought it was not best to contact us," Owen said.

Meredith scoffed at first but then, Owen could see that she was about to cry. "I know things were not that good between us but for seven years, she was here and she was my person. Now, I don't even warrant a 'hey, how are you'. She is here in this city and she won't even come to see us," she said, her voice breaking in between. Callie put her arm around her friend.

"I am sorry about that, Meredith. How do you think I feel? I was her husband," Owen said. "But I am going to do something about it. I am going across to Seattle Pres to see her. I am going to see if I can persuade her to come here to have a lecture with the residents and the interns. After all, she has to acknowledge where she came from."

"You think she will go for that?" Callie asked.

"I think so," Owen said. The two women nodded and walked away. They were satisfied that Owen was going to fix it.


It was after lunch that Owen decided to go make the trip to Seattle Pres. He took in a deep breath before he walked in through Seattle Presbyterian's doors. The last time he was there was after Emma's death, when he was clearing away her things. He walked up to the receptionist, who remembered him as Dr Marling's husband. He asked if she could page Dr. Yang and tell her that she had a visitor in the lobby. The receptionist nodded and did the page.

He took a seat in the lobby and waited. Ten minutes had already passed and he not seen any sign of her as yet. He found his legs shaking nervously.

"What the hell, Hunt?" he told himself. "Pull yourself together. She can't see you as some nervous wreck." The woman sitting next to him gave him a weird look. He nervously tried to laugh it off.

Another five minutes passed before the elevator doors opened. She was dragging her hair up into a ponytail, as she came out. She was wearing the red scrubs that the surgeons of Seattle Pres wore. She walked up to the receptionist's desk.

"You paged me? I am Dr. Yang. You said that there was someone in the lobby to see me," she said. She had thought it would have been Alex but she wasn't surprised when the receptionist gestured in Owen's direction. She had fully expected that someone from her past would show up at the hospital, after the news broke in last night's broadcast. She walked slowly towards him, not knowing exactly what to feel.

What she wanted to do was run into his arms and let him kiss her and love her. That was what this man always did to her. But no, she thought. Four years had passed. Things were different, now. So she walked up calmly to him.

"Hello, Owen," she said. He smiled at her before he bent down and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hello, Cristina," he said. "Good to see you."

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Well, I came to see an old friend. You certainly didn't seem like you were going to make your way to Grey Sloan to see your friends. So I came here," he said. "I saw you on the news last night."

"Yeah, I thought you would," she said. Then, she remembered about Emma. "Oh, I am sorry about Emma. Alex told me."

"Yes, it was sudden. Aneurysm in the middle of Target," Owen said. "Jordan, our daughter, was with her. It was traumatic for her. She was a little under three at the time."

"Oh, I am so sorry about that. Is she okay now?" she asked.

"Yes, she is. Would you like to see a picture of her?" Owen asked, as he fished in his pants pocket for his phone. He proudly showed her the picture of the blonde haired, blue eyed girl with braids in her hair.

"Aww, she has your coloring," Cristina said. "That's just great. She's very pretty."

"Yes, she is," Owen said, the pride evident in his voice.

"Okay," Cristina said. "It's been great catching up with you." Owen felt like she was dismissing him.

"Um, there is a reason I came," he said, quickly. "I was wondering whether you would like to do a lecture at Grey Sloan. The residents and the interns would love it. I am sure the attendings would also like to be there."

She hesitated before she spoke. "Well, I am going to be here for two more days to ensure that the there are no post-op complications. So I guess I could have the time to do it," she said.

"Good," Owen said. "Tomorrow, maybe, about 10 a.m."

"That would be fine," Cristina said. "But I do have to pass it first with the Chief of Surgery here. After all, I am on their dime."

"Who? Dr. Walters? Just tell him Owen Hunt requested it. He knows me well," Owen said. "I am sure he will be fine about it."

"Alright," Cristina said. "Once he gives his approval, I am yours." She stopped. "That didn't come out right; I mean I will be available to do the lecture."

"Good," Owen said. "I can have a car pick you up, tomorrow. Here or at your hotel?"

"Um, it's okay," she said. "I will just take a taxi." What she didn't tell him is that she would need to go to Seattle Pres to drop off Xander in the day care, before she could make it across to Grey Sloan. What she didn't realize is that Owen was trying to find out where she was staying.

"Okay," he said. "I will see you tomorrow." He gave her another kiss on the cheek, his lips lingering longer than they would normally would.

As he walked away, Cristina let out a big breath. When he kissed her cheek, she had goosebumps all over. The man still had that effect on her; she could not deny it.

"Goodbye, Owen," she said, softly. He turned around because he heard her, "Not goodbye, Cristina. This is hello all over again."


A/N Please leave your thoughts and comments. I do appreciate when you take the time to do so. Also, thanks for the awesome reviews for the first chapter - all 34 of them. That breaks my personal record for the number of reviews for a chapter, so thanks. Anyway, please keep the reviews coming.