Author's Note: MOST annoyed that I was deprived of Grey's for TWO WHOLE WEEKS, but the episode was worth the wait, so I'm in a good, fluffy mood. Tee hee.

Cristina flicked through the pages of the chart the nurse had handed her. Mr. Raynard, 45, heart transplant candidate with a shattered elbow. Some people get all the luck. A hand appeared by her holding a coffee cup. The hand was attached to Owen.

'What's that?' It was a stupid question, she knew what it was. It was a cup of coffee.

'It's a cup of coffee,' he replied, confused as to why she was being so dim.

'Yes, but why is it here?'

'I…brought you a cup of coffee? How is that bad?'

'Don't bring me coffee.' She gave him a hard look and began to leave, but his hurt voice stopped her.

'Why? It's only caffeine.' She glanced at his face, and looked down again.

'Burke used to bring me coffee,' she whispered. Owen sighed and placed his arm around her waist.

'I'm not Burke, I'm Owen.' He handed her the cup, and she warily accepted it. 'And anyway, I bet this coffee tastes better.' She laughed with him, and took a sip. He was right, of course. His arm was still around her waist, and she noticed a few confused glances from passers-by.

'So when were we going to tell people about us?'

'Well,' he paused. 'I wasn't planning on telling them, I was more inclined to let them figure out for themselves. We can't exactly walk around with sandwich boards saying 'We're together', can we?' Cristina laughed again. He made her laugh so easily.

'That sounds like a good plan.' Owen kissed her, and then he had to run back to his ER.

'I'll see you in the place with the food,' he called back to her. She giggled. Wait. She giggled? What was wrong with her?

***

Cristina stared at the x-rays before her, assessing the damage. She gasped as she felt arms slide around her waist, pinning her hands to her stomach with their own. She could feel Owen's breath on the side of her face and relaxed into him.

'What are you doing in here, Miss Cardio?'

'The Chief still wants me to 'stretch my surgical gloves' so I'm stuck doing Ortho on heart transplant patient.' Hunt laughed, burying his face in the nook between her neck and her shoulder.

'You sound like you're loving it. Will you still be Orthoing this evening?'

'I'd better not be, or I may scream. Why?' She rolled her head back onto his shoulder, closing her eyes on the blinding light-box. Everything was so easy with him.

'Come to dinner with me. I'm craving a steak.'

'You're taking time off to go out to dinner with me.' Owen lifted his chin to rest it on her shoulder, and Cristina turned her head to look at him.

'I have to sleep sometime.' He grinned at her. She laughed again.

'Fine, I'll come.' He straightened up, smiling. His arms gave her waist a squeeze.

'Find me when you're shift is over. Have fun with that elbow.' He released her and hurried out of the room past a frozen Meredith in the doorway.

'I will.' Cristina turned, and caught sight of Meredith's shocked expression. For some reason, she suddenly felt guilty.

'When were you going to tell me about that?' Meredith asked, in what she hoped was a level voice.

'It only happened yesterday,' Cristina muttered bitterly, turning and pulling the x-rays away from the light.

'It certainly doesn't look like it only happened yesterday,' Meredith countered.

'Looks can be deceiving,' Cristina said pointedly. Meredith looked at her hands, shamed.

'Is he nice?'

'No, he's the vilest person I've ever met.' Meredith looked up and smiled weakly at Cristina.

'I'm sorry.'

'I know.' They watched each other for a while, and then embraced each other. They remained that way for a minute until Meredith linked her arm into Cristina's.

'Tell me about him.' She demanded.

Yes, I know, I can feel the lovely (or in some cases choking) fluff. But I LIKE it!!!