Author's Note: Inspired by something mentioned on the Yang-Hunt thread. I would post on there, but the site hates me and won't let me. For those of you who participate in that thread, you guys are all awesome. :D Anyways, hope you are all enjoying this and that this will help with the Cristina/Owen withdrawal. And as always, please review.

Elevator Interlude

Owen impatiently waited for the doors to the elevator open. A rather timid-looking intern stood next to him, trying to pretend that he was invisible so as to not upset an attending. Normally, Owen would at least make an attempt to appear somewhat friendly so that the intern wouldn't be so frightened, but Cristina had paged him and he badly wanted to see her.

That morning in bed, Owen had placed his hand on Cristina's slight baby bump – still unnoticeable enough that there no pregnancy rumors circulating around just yet – and waited for it to kick. But they had been running really late, and Owen had been needed for an urgent trauma surgery, so he hadn't been able to wait long enough to have felt any movement. He had made Cristina promise, however, to page him should the baby start getting active while they were at the hospital; and she had paged him a minute ago – which was why he was now getting very frustrated at how slow the elevators were.

Finally, the doors opened. As luck would have it, Cristina was waiting inside by herself. She gave him a small smile, which instantly soothed all the frustration that had been building up from having to wait. He walked in and quickly turned around to stop the intern from following.

"Grab the next one." The words came out in an unintentional growl, but Owen was too preoccupied with getting some privacy with his wife to care about scaring the intern. The intern's eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights, and he gave a slight nod before stepping back.

Cristina looked at Owen with approval, always having been a supporter of torturing interns. Before he joined Cristina in the back of the elevator, Owen went over to the panel of buttons and pulled the emergency stop button.

"What are you doing?" Cristina asked with laughter in her tone.

"I didn't get to feel the baby kick this morning, and it's not like we can get any privacy anywhere else." Owen walked over to Cristina and pushed up her shirt to reveal her belly. She was barely showing, but Owen could feel the extra curve of Cristina's stomach and his heart filled with emotion. He knelt down and gently placed his hand on her belly, causing Cristina to jolt a little in response to the feel of his slightly colder skin. Bringing his face close to her belly, he whispered words of encouragement to their growing son or daughter.

"Come on. Kick for Daddy," he murmured, his warm breath blowing across Cristina's skin. Cristina placed one hand over his and another in his hair. She stroked his hair as he continued talking. Apparently, the baby was listening, and Owen felt a sudden movement against his palm. He chuckled in response, happy to have finally felt his child move. Knowing that he couldn't commandeer a hospital elevator for too long, he gave Cristina's belly one last kiss and whispered, "Good job," before pulling her shirt back down and getting back onto his feet.

He bent his head down to give Cristina a kiss on the lips as well before pushing the button to make the elevator start moving once more.