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Chapter 6..Crashing Down...

She didn't except to hear from him again and was not at all surprised that she didn't..She had shown him her worst side, the shame she felt was overwhelming. She never took men into the back it wasn't her thing and now she was as bad as the rest of them! okay no money was exchanged but still she cheapened what they could of had. It was her way of protecting her heart from more hurt. She had let love in once before and been well and truly broken by it..

His name was Preston, a kind man but a proud man and inevitably her lifestyle choice was too much for him to handle. She shook her head remembering how hurt she had been when when he left and never returned.

Four weeks later as the night shift came and went, she gathered up her earnings and caught the bus home. She missed him and as usual The bus made it's usual stop out side the hospital, something made her get off that night. If she wanted the life she had always envisioned for herself, she needed help and she was fairly sure where she would get it...Owen. At the last second she hopped off the bus and walked into the hospital. She had no clue if he was even working but she could at least leave a message for him.

The ER was surprisingly quiet, or at least quieter then the last time she had been in this place. She hated hospitals they smelt funny, she saw the same girl who had been there the last time, still perky as ever. Cristina rolled her eyes. "Um is Dr Hunt around?" She asked the high pitched resident trying to keep her voice neutral, she was sure he wouldn't appreciate her revealing their connection to his colleagues.

She could feel the residents eyes on her, probably wondering what she could possibly want with a man like Owen "Cristina? He is his office, over there..." She pointed to a small room at the end of the nurses station. "You can go in, he told me if you came by he would be there..."

"Thank you..." She answered gratefully, she could tell April was dying to know what Owen was doing with this girl, instead of divulging she simply smiled and walked over to the office and opened the door with a gentle knock. "Come in." Came his brash reply, he was tired and ready to be home in his nice warm bed. He looked up to see her standing in front of him, looking sheepish...he wasn't sure what to say and very surprised having hoped she would come find him.

She perched on the edge of his desk, moving some papers out her way, she fiddled with her purse trying to think of the right words. "I guess I owe you an apology, I behaved pretty badly last time we met, it's just my life is just so complicated and you really don't need to have anything to do with it..."

When she finished speaking he reached out and gently stroked her leg, "I wasn't pissed at you, that's not why I stayed away...I figured you needed to come to me and you did, I'm pleased you did Cristina. I see a lot in the ER not to mention my army days. I think your used to being let down, and you just except it now and it really doesn't have to be that way." He smiled and reached for her hand, "Anyway I can take a bit of complicated...after clingy and needy it's frankly refreshing."

"Yeah..well I'm not clingy far from it," she teased, "So are you finished soon? I need to go home and shower, but maybe tomorrow we can talk.." He reached in to his jacket' "take my keys. Go to my condo and shower, eat or sleep whatever make yourself at home and I will join you when I'm done here.."

She stared at the keys in her hand, really he was trusting her with his keys this man was clearly insane. "Okay gonna swing by my place for some day clothes can't very well walk about dressed like this!" She hoped of the desk, and brushed her lips against his cheek, are you sure about this?"

Returning her kiss, "Yes very sure, give me a couple of hours and I should be done..."

It was so luxurious in the huge bubble bath at Owen's condo. It was almost like a hot tub, she stretched out her tired muscles and slid further in the warm bubbles, her music playing in the wall stereo. when she emerged from the water he was stood watching her with a big smile on his face. He caught her off guard and she slipped as she sat up causing a splash. "Hi...you could get in instead of staring at me."

Not needing any more encouragement he slipped off his clothes and climbed into the huge tub...he sank under the bubbles, he sat up a minute later. "Ahh that's better I needed that. Come over here," she grinned and moved so she was sat on top of him, he wrapped his arms around her. "You made yourself at home then...?" He asked with a smirk, referring to the trail of clothes and food she had left from the foyer and trailing to the bathroom... twisting herself around she grinned, "Yeah...you told me too... And your house is too tidy it's weird..I like mess."

Cristina was dreaming, or maybe Owen really was laying naked in bed next to her, she opened one eye, nope he was not there. She sat up drawing the sheet around her tiny naked frame, from the kitchen she could smell food cooking. "Perfect," she muttered and not ten minutes later Owen appeared with a laden tray. "Breakfast in bed! Hope your hungry," it turned out she was very hungry. "Owen your gonna make me so fat they won't let me dance at the club anymore!" Owen thought to himself that wouldn't be such a bad thing...

Owen left for work and Cristina decided to go home to get some more stuff, she liked it at Owens place, he told her to leave some spare clothes if she wanted. Plus she had to go get ready for the night shift and she wanted to get some writing done as well, she felt like her story was nearly complete if only she could find a publisher to take a chance on her.

Used to writing in the noisy club, she had spent all morning by the pool at Owens condo writing, she found the quietness spurred her on and she made great progress. She lay by the pool wallowing in the peacefulness.

She had to work later and her bubble would burst, she enjoyed her dancing, they were like a family they looked out for one another she was not unhappy there just it wasn't the life she envisioned...

"Excuse me," A startled Cristina sat up. An older women stood over her, looking confused as to what this stranger was doing in her sons swimming pool.

The older women looked at the tiny Asian who was smoking what she hoped was tobacco and wearing a bikini that really was string with material covering the most important parts.

Cristina quickly put out her joint and covered herself up. "Hello..." She stood up and offered her hand to the lady. "Cristina Yang, I'm a friend of Owen's and you are?"

"I am his Mother..." Cristina cringed, what a first impression, she had only one bikini at hand and it was her skimpiest one...not meant for a Mother to see..."I beg your pardon, I should go to work it's getting late and Owen is still at work..." She rushed to pick up her stuff and carry it into the Condo...the women followed her, she seemed like she wanted to talk more but Cristina wanted to get the hell out of there...

"Do you work at the hospital," Mrs Hunt asked... "No..I'm a writer, I work in a club to fund my writing and I'm due there now so if you will excuse me I must go..." The older women nodded, "well of your in a hurry I can give you a lift..a friend of Owens is a friend of mine,I will wait in the car,"

Cristina swore under her breath, she couldn't go there with this women what a nightmare... She dressed quickly and thought up a plan in her head. She settled herself in the passenger seat..."The Sloan club, it's by the hospital, you can drop me there and I will walk the rest of the way. I like a walk.."

"Suit yourself, I will drop in on Owen at the hospital." Cristina exhaled she had dodged a bullet, she wasn't ashamed, but really her lovers mother didn't need to know she was stripper.

Having walked a fair way, she arrived at the club hot and sweaty but on time.

The Sloan club manager Rex was waiting for her apparently he had seen her leaving with Owen and wanted to warn her about mixing club business with personal business..."I won't have no trouble in the club," he was pissed, she hated when he got pissed he had been known to get violent. He slammed her against the desk to make his point clear and stalked out the room... She stood up, and rubbed her head, there was blood, she grabbed a tissue and dabbed at the cut, her head throbbed, she felt dizzy and sick.

"Damn him I will report him to Mark," An angry Callie was pretty fired up, the club owner Mark Sloan was a good man but when he left the club in the hands of his manager Rex things often got ugly. Cristina grabbed her arm, "Callie don't make a scene, it's not worth it, for a tiny cut, besides I have to go I'm up next..."

She entered the stage, the lights and the noise made her dizzy and her head throbbed even more, she grabbed on the pole but her concussion won and she collapsed on to the stage...TBC.

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