Invest in Love

"Dr. Yang," Owen called out as he smiled down at Cristina with George right behind him. Cristina simply looked up at him without an emotion. "Cristina," Owen smiled a little bit wider.

"Dr. Hunt?" Cristina asked professionally.

"Oh don't be upset we didn't wake you." Owen sighed as he put his hands on his hips.

"Three attendings. I practically live with three attendings and none of those three bothered to wake me up," Cristina complained, throwing the chart she had in her hand onto the nurses station.

Owen shrugged, "Thought you needed more sleep."

"Bambi over there looks like he needs more sleep," Cristina muttered under her breath motioning toward George who had focused intently on his shoelaces.

"George has showed impressive talent in the field of trauma." Owen grinned as he watched his girlfriend roll her eyes.

"Trauma is for wimps with glue. It's all about the cardio," Cristina muttered, "But whatever, now I'm on roller chick's case with fairy dust and magic and crap, and it's all because of you."

"I'm eternally sorry, but we have to go." Owen smiled before walking past her.


"We did everything we could," Owen mumbled as he watched George try and revive a young girl that rolled into the E.R.

"No, she's so young." George replied hoarsely as he continued pumping the little girls chest. A few moments later, George felt Owen's arms pull him away from the girl.

"Time of Death, 20:34." Owen announced before walking off, pulling George along with her.

"We could've saved her," George muttered.

"She was gone before she got here, O'Malley. You did good today. Go take a shower, and meet me at Joes. You deserve a beer." Owen told him with a pat on the back. George, however didn't feel like he deserved it. He let a little girl die on his watch and his friends still weren't speaking to him.


Owen helped George into the apartment he had began sharing with Cristina and led him to the couch. Cristina came out of their bedroom and noticed George sprawled out on her couch and gave Owen a cold stare, "What's he doing here?"

"I don't know where he lives, and even if I did, I wouldn't have left him there by himself in this state," Owen stated as he put his arm around Cristina and led her back to their room.

"Why'd you get him drunk anyways?" Cristina asked.

"I didn't. I offered to buy him a beer, but after a few shots, he began pouring out his soul, and then the next think I knew he was passed out onto the counter. Joe told me he's a light weight." Owen grinned.

Cristina had to smile at all the times George had gotten drunk and passed out, "Yeah, well, wait until Callie wakes up and finds her ex-husband in her living room. She will be coming after you to kill." Cristina told him seriously.

"It's will be fine," Owen told her with a laugh as they crawled into bed.


The next morning Owen and Cristina were both awaken by a high pithed scream.

"What the hell?" Cristina clutched her ears in pain.

Owen quickly jumped out of bed and exited the bedroom to find Arizona running into her and Callie's bedroom and slamming the door shut. Owen turned to see George slowly sitting up in the couch and rubbing his head in pain.

"Ow. She threw a remote at me," George laid back in threw a pillow over his head.

A few seconds later Callie popped out of her room carrying a blow dryer with Arizona hiding behind her, "Owen, what the hell is going on? Arizona said there was a man sleeping on our couch."

"It's me," George mumbled from underneath the pillow.

Callie looked up in terror at Cristina and Owen and mouthed, "George?"

Owen nodded and pulled Cristina in front of her as Callie charged at him, but Arizona quickly pulled Callie back next to her.

"What were you going to do, hit him over the head with a blow dryer?" Cristina asked in amusement as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Yes," Callie nodded.

"I liked the remote better," George's muffled groan was heard.

"Sorry for throwing a remote at your head, George." Arizona told him softly as she leaned down and pulled the pillow of his head. There was a bump on George temple where the remote hit. "We can get Derek to look at it later."

"It's alright, Dr. Robbins." George replied as he sat up again and looked around the room awkwardly, "So..."

Just then the door to the apartment flew open and Mark and Lexie came breezing in, all cheery. "Good morning, we're here for the breakfast you promised!" Mark bellowed into the apartment.

"God why did we give him a key, again?" Callie muttered. Just then Mark noticed George sitting there and then looked up to see everyone else in their pajamas and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Mark!" Lexie hissed as she nudged him in the side.

"So what about breakfast?" Cristina asked curiously.

"We're making a delicious traditional american breakfast," Callie grinned as she motioned to herself and Arizona who smiled proudly.

"Oh, I'll make the coffee!" Lexie offered as she followed the girls into the kitchen area.

"I guess, I should be leaving," George mumbled as he got up from the couch.

"No, O'Malley, stay," Mark grinned as he turned around to face the kitchen giving Callie a "Ha. HA," grin.

"Yeah, Calliope's breakfasts are amazing," Arizona gushed as she began pulling out pots and pans for her girlfriend.


"Oh by the way, Arizona, congratulations on the money," Owen told her as he dug into his food. Him, George, Mark and Lexie were all eating and drinking coffee on the couch, while Cristina sat in an arm chair reading a medical Journal. Callie and Arizona, however, were standing and eating over the kitchen counter.

"Thanks, I mean, I have always known that Wallace's parents had money, but I didn't know it was that much. I mean, that's library's named after you type money, or eating at the white house regularly type money." Arizona grinned, taking a bite into her toast.

"That money is really going to help out a lot of patients, Arizona. It's really amazing," Callie told Arizona as he face lit up with pride.

"25 million dollars is pretty great, isn't it?" Arizona smiled to herself as she took a sip of her coffee.

"Best birthday present ever, if you ask me," Lexie nodded from her seat next to Mark.

"Birthday? It's your Birthday? How does Little Grey know this, and I don't?" Callie pouted.

Arizona shrugged, "Birthday's are just another day of the year. Don't like them, don't celebrate that," Arizona said as she shook her head, "But, 25 million dollars, however, that's something to celebrate," Arizona nodded enthusiastically. "Alright, I'm going to be late. See you later," Arizona grinned as she leaned in kissed Callie on the lips softly, "You taste like coffee, mmm." Arizona grinned as she turned and walked out of the apartment. George shifted uncomfortably from his seat on the couch since this was the first public display of affection he witnessed between the two.

"Okay, she's downplaying it right? I mean, I'm her girlfriend. I have to do something for her birthday, right?" Callie asked her friends.

"Yes," Owen and George both nodded while Cristina shook her head, "no."

"A surprise party!" Lexie nodded enthusiastically.

"Whoa, No. Bad idea." Mark said jumping into the conversation. "Surprise parties are hostile, and dark. People jump out and scream at you. They never come to any good."

"I think I have to agree with Mark on this one," George nodded, "I always hated surprise parties."

"Yeah, but you're not Arizona," Lexie pointed out, "Arizona is happy and fun, and I think she will love it."

Callie narrowed her eyes at her friends and sighed, "Surprise party it is."

"Yay! I'll plan everything!" Lexie grinned.


"Hey, George." Lexie smiled walking up to George later that day at the hospital.

"Hey Lexie," George replied without looking up from his chart.

"So I just wanted to let you know that I could help you." Lexie told him softly.

"Help me?" George asked in confusion as he stopped in his tracks and looked up at Lexie.

"Yeah," Lexie nodded, "When I first came to the hospital, they all hated me because I was Meredith's long lost sister..."

"You're another sister of Molly's?" George asked.

Lexie nodded, "Yeah, but after they got to know me, they ended up liking me. Even Cristina went from calling me a number to calling me Lexipedia. I know it's not much, but it's a huge step for her."

"Look, they'll come around sooner or later. I don't need your help, but thanks anyways." George replied.

"Fine, you can wait, or you can come to Arizona's party and be that much closer to them accepting you again," Lexie told him.

"I am positive that Callie would not like me attending that," George mumbled as he continued walking down the hallway.

Lexie quickly picked up her pace and followed him, "Is it that, or is it just weird seeing your ex-wife with a woman."

George shook his head, "As long as Callie's happy than I'm happy."

"Great, then we'll see you at the party," Lexie grinned before walking off pleased with herself.

"Lexie!" George called after her, trying to explain that, that was not what he meant, but he was too late. George sighed and continued reading through some of the charts he carried.


George ran through the hallway of Callie's apartment building and burst through the door, "Callie!" George shouted, "You can't do this."

"What?" Callie's eyebrows quirked in confusion. "Do what?"

"This surprise party thing..." George started.

"George, we get it, you don't like surprise parties, but Arizona will love it," Callie grinned.

"No, you don't understand, I was working under her today, and..."

"That's what she said, and by she, I mean Callie." Mark teased from behind them, to which Callie rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to George.

"Hey, she's here!" Lexie shouted above every, "Get in your places,"

"Callie-"

Callie shook her head cutting George off completely, "George, it will be fine," Callie smiled a she threw a party hat on top of his head.

A couple seconds later, Arizona walked into the apartment and was greet by a loud roar of "Surprise's." Immediately after she broke out into a fit of sobs.

"Oh my gosh," Callie mumbled as she handed the glass of wine she had in her hand into George's grasp. She quickly made her way out the door to follow Arizona.


"That didn't go exactly according to plan," George smirked as he walked up to Lexie.

Lexie rolled her eyes, "Whatever, it's still good you came,"

"Yeah, I think so too." George nodded as he took a swig of beer, "So what's the deal with Meredith?"

"Oh, she is off of work for a while because of a liver donation to our father. She should be back really soon, though," Lexie informed him.

"And Izzie?" George asked.

Lexie shrugged, "We don't know what happened..."

TBC...