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A/N: IT's been ages since i wrote anything for this fandom. But i've been groaning about my unfinished stories so i decided to finish this. Please review.
Cristina and Meredith walked wide-eyed through the hospital halls. It had been a quiet week until George and Izzie had gotten the best assignments.
Cristina being Cristina couldn't and wouldn't stand for that. She'd rallied against the assignments but had ultimately been shut down. Meredith had taken her lumps with a heavy dose of grumbling. That is until they got to the break room and started talking together.
It seemed that two weeks ago, during a particularly dull graveyard shift, Meredith had observed Izzie and George photocopying their butts. The pair had been so drop-dead tired that they hadn't even realized that Meredith had herded them to the "Nap-Time Room" as it was called. They also didn't realize that the blonde had snuck off with all the copies of their little photocopier adventure.
The ball dropped twenty minutes ago. The ball being multiple copies of the proud moment George and Izzie had participated in. Of course it wasn't enough just to scotch tape a few embarrassing pictures up on the walls of the break room, changing room, and staff bathrooms. They'd also sharpied George and Izzie's names in silver on the prints.
Vengeance had no shame.
So, walking as surreptitiously as possible, Cristina Yang and Meredith Grey made their way through the hospital halls. As pranks went, it was relatively harmless, as long as no one ever found out what they'd done.
The most important thing to do at the moment, however, was to escape from any sort of persecution. Which meant be far, far, far away from the scene of the crime. Or anywhere George and Izzie happened to be.
Unfortunately neither woman was exactly spy material.
"I can't believe you just had those lying around," Cristina giggled as the pair leaned against the stairwell wall.
Meredith tipped her head to the side, "You're telling me. It was pure luck, but I think this was the perfect use for them."
"God help us if George and Izzie every find out," Cristina agreed
That small conversation proved to be their downfall because little did they know, George and Izzie had been headed for the very same stairwell to hide from the attention and commiserate.
The two interns traded a look before spinning on their heels and heading for the one thing that would save them: Revenge.
One hour and a trip home and then to the local kinko's, justice had been dealt.
Cristina froze in her tracks, "Holy crap."
"What," Meredith asked lightly.
"We're screwed."
There pasted on the walls of the break room were photos of Cristina and Meredith unconscious amid a sea of sugary treats and trash.
"Oh my god," Meredith groaned, her mouth going dry.
"Yeah," Cristina agreed. "Just looking at those pictures makes me jittery."
Meredith nodded quickly, "But you know what this means?"
"War," Cristina offered angrily.
Meredith shrugged, "Or cookie-dough ice cream."
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