Chapter 3

Derek pulled his mask off as he exited the ER.

Looking toward the chief, he said "I relieved the pressure to the brain". She is going to be fine. "Hunt is closing now".

Everyone let out a heavy sigh. Meredith and George were assisting Owen with the repair to Callie's abdomen. Cristina, Mark, Miranda, Alex, Izzie and Lexie were sitting around the waiting room with the Chief waiting for news. Thank god. She was going to be fine.

Derek continued, "She will need a lot of recovery". "She has a lacerated spleen, a broken ankle, and of course the head injury, but she is going to be ok".

Cristina felt like jelly. She didn't think she could stand up if she had to. She was so tired. She glanced at the clock and it read 5:00 pm. The Chief must have caught her looking at the clock and said "Why don't you all go home and get some rest" "It has been a long stressful day". "Torres is fine" "I will keep an eye on her tonight and will call if anything changes". Everyone began to stir and headed toward the showers and locker room. Cristina wasn't going to shower. She could do that at home.

As she got out of the shower, she thought she heard a knock on the door. But who the hell would be knocking on her door. She continued to dry off and heard the knock again. Oh what the hell she thought. She opened to door while saying, "Look, I don't need" and stopped dead in her tracks.

There in front of her stood Owen Hunt. He had on fresh jeans, a button down black shirt and he looked damn fine!

"What are you doing here?" she asked. The smile he had on his face slowly faded away. "It's 7:45". She looked at him puzzled and said "So". He just looked at her. She was getting a little frustrated. Why was he not talking??? "Um, we had plans for dinner" "At 7:30". Suddenly she jumped around and looked at the clock. Oh my god, she forgot their dinner. She had been so excited when she went to bed last night. How the fuck could she forget their date? Their FIRST date. As she turned back around he was turning to leave.

"Wait!" "Don't leave!"

"Look, it's been a really long and stressful day; it is ok if you forgot" "We can do it another time"

"No!" "Come in, please?"

He looked at her and just melted. He couldn't walk away. He had been excited about it all day. I mean, he knew Torres was serious but he had to admit that he had thought about the date several times today. And now, here she stood in front of him in a robe with a towel wrapped around her head. She was obviously naked underneath. Oh so close. Naked and so close. He snapped his attention back to her. She looked a little frustrated as she stood in the doorway waiting. He smiled sheepishly as he entered her apartment.

As she closed the door behind him, she turned to him and said "I'm really sorry I forgot" "It has been a shitty day, again!". He laughed and shrugged his shoulders at her. "It is ok" "I understand".

He watched her for a moment before saying again, "We really can do dinner another time".

"No" "Give me a few minutes to change and do my hair" Her sentence faded as she rounded the corner to her bedroom.

Owen slipped his coat off and hung it on the back of the bar stool. He smiled as he looked around. Nice apartment. He noticed several pictures of Callie's family but none of Cristina's. Puzzling he thought. He turned toward the kitchen. He thought he would check the fridge. Maybe he could make her dinner instead. Just stay in. As he opened the refrigerator, he laughed out loud. There was absolutely nothing in here. Mustard. Mayo. Eggs. Well egg beaters; not even real eggs. Three quarter's of a gallon of milk with an expiration date of 4 days ago. And 4 beers.

Cristina rounded the corner into the kitchen to find Owen lurking in the fridge. She stopped in her tracks and watched him for a moment. He turned when he heard her.

"Don't you eat?"

"I eat" "Why?"

"There is nothing in here" "I was going to cook us dinner, but there is NOTHING in here".

"You cook?"

He smiled. "Yes, don't you?"

"Me?" "Uh, no"

He laughed again. He loved being around this woman. She made him happy. He thought to himself, how did I get lucky enough to meet this woman?

She leaned against the breakfast bar with her back as he came toward her. He was so close to her she could feel his breath. He placed a hand on each side of her on the bar. Encasing her between himself and the bar. He didn't kiss her. He just stared into her eyes.

"Can we just order in?" asked Owen.

He was flirting with her. She didn't want to go out either. She wanted him all to herself.

"Um, yes. Of course"

He moved is right arm back so she could move. She reached for the phonebook. Once in hand, she dropped it. She was a bit nervous. Her nervous?? What in the world is wrong with her? She doesn't get nervous around men. He leaned down at the same time to pick up the book. He reached it first and handed it to her.

"Relax" he told her.

How in the hell can I relax when you stand 1 inch from my face and look at me with those sea blue eyes? And stop smiling at me!!