Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
Rating: Nothing worse than the show.
Feedback: Of course, feedback is like our crack!
Summary: Izzie is having a hard time figuring out just where she stands in her career and her relationship with George.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, unfortunately. It would be cooler if I did though.
Spoilers: In this fic, George and Izzie are still together and the fic follows the show up until the ep. "Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction." After that this fic goes AU.
Dedicated to Joseba for his birthday, which was like months ago, but it's the thought that counts, right? Hope you have a great 21st year buddy! And to the 80th BGL (gizzie) thread at Fanforum. :)
Just a little warning, the medical situations in this may be completely off. I don't know anything, really, when it comes to hospitals or medical situations, so prepare yourself for having to suspend your belief and imagination.
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Fic: Bringing Sexy Back.
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Izzie watched as George and her intern, Mitch, went into the supply closet and knew it was a perfect time for her idea. She let out a small smile as she put the book she was researching down on the nurses' desk and followed the two into the room.
She let the door shut hard behind her and both interns jumped at the sudden entrance.
"Oh, Dr. Stevens, I was just looking for you," Mitch said, turning around to his mentor at the door. He noticed though that her gaze was locked firmly on George, who was rummaging through a box on one of the closet's many shelves. "I need…"
"Dr. Howard," Izzie said, keeping her eyes focused on George.
"Yeah?" Mitch asked, hoping she would allow him to be on her big cardio case.
"Go away."
"I'm sorry?" Mitch said, not quite sure he heard her correctly.
"Go away. Go feel out charts, run labs, or go call a code blue on someone. I don't care. Just go away."
Mitch opened his mouth to say something, but promptly closed it when Izzie's eyes left George's turned back and briefly landed on him. "Labs. Right," he said, meekly as he slipped past her and left the closet.
"Wow is this hard core Izzie?" George chuckled as he searched through another box.
"Do you like?" Izzie asked, slowly making her way to George who was a few feet away with his back turned towards her. "Is hard core Izzie different than regular old Izzie?"
"Um, yeah I guess," George said, offhandedly, shifting through the box in front of him and then shoving it back onto the shelf to look through another one. "Hey, have you seen the new catheters? Olivia said they were in here but they must be hidden well."
"No," Izzie said, quickly. She came up and stood directly behind him and leaned into him. "I could be hard core Izzie more, you know. I mean not just on my interns. Maybe say like at home, or maybe even right here."
George turned around and noticed how close she was. Izzie smiled when she saw his eyes light up.
"Oh! I betcha they're in the cannulation products!" he said, suddenly, pushing past her and going to the opposite side of the closet. He stood on his tiptoes as he pulled down a box on the top shelf. "Ah ha! Vent catheters! Score."
"George! Forget about the fricken catheters!" Izzie snapped. Once she noticed George's surprised look as he turned around, she cleared her throat. "It's just that I have something for you."
"For me?" George asked, surprised.
Izzie nodded and smiled seductively at him as she took a few steps to close off the space in between them. She reached into her lab coat's pocket and pulled something out that George couldn't see.
"I thought I would give you a different kind of prescription," Izzie whispered, leaning into him again, her breath warm against George's neck.
"Really?" George asked, trying to hide his smile at the lame line. Izzie pressed the mysterious object into his hand as he craned his head to the side when Izzie started nuzzling his neck. He lifted his hand over Izzie's shoulder to see what she gave him and gasped at the sight.
"Izzie!" He said, pulling away to get a better look. "It's…it's naughty Izzie photos!"
"Mmm hmm," Izzie said, smiling as she watched him look at the picture in awe. "Maybe we could have some naughty George and Izzie moments now."
"Right now?" George asked, surprised, his voice cracking. "But…it's in the middle of the day."
"And?" Izzie asked, stepping closer putting her hands on either side of George shoulders.
"And…" George gulped, still looking at the picture in amazement. "… And someone could come in any moment. Walk in on.. on naughty supply closet moments."
"No one is going to walk in George," Izzie said, leaning into him, nuzzling his neck again "I'm free, you're free. Perfect timing. Everyone else is busy. This is a private naughty supply closet."
"Yeah but, but Cristina is waiting on this catheter," he stuttered, holding up the object in question with the hand that didn't have the Polaroid picture in. "She'll be pissed if I'm not back soon."
Izzie stopped her nuzzling at the mention of Cristina's name. She pulled back abruptly.
"You're working with Cristina??" She asked, annoyed.
The irritated tone went unnoticed by George as he nodded his head while looking back down at the photo again.
"You mean, my cardio arch enemy, Cristina?" Izzie asked, crossed.
That time George picked up on the angry tone and looked up hesitantly. "Um, yeah. She needed help on an impaled guy… looks like a crazy case…"
"You're doctoring with the enemy?!" Izzie screeched. "Just great. Thanks Judas!"
George's brow furrowed in confusion. "Wait... what? I don't know..."
"Fine!" Izzie interrupted. "Go give Cristina your stupid catheter. Go play doctor with her, I don't care. I don't mind kicking some cardio ass on my boyfriend either!"
George stood in shock as Izzie whipped around to walk out of the closet only to stop to turn and rip the Polaroid picture out of his hands.
"No naughty pictures for you!" She gritted out. George could only watch in amazement as she stormed out of the small closet, letting the door slam shut behind her.
"So does this mean we're not having naughty George and Izzie moments?" He asked to the empty closet.
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