A/N: Song is Dear Jamie.. Sincerely Me by Hellogoodbye. This kinda fast forwards to get it all out instead of multiple posts.

And she'd say, 'Yeah,
That's just what you need
Some romance book Romeo
Calling you at work
And messing up your plans

Callie was so consumed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize she didn't have cash on her until she reached the hospital. Luckily, the driver informed her that Addison had paid her fair. With a smile on her face, Callie clumsily stumbled out of the cab, making a mental note to buy Addison a day at the spa, well if George would talk to her anyway.

Dear Jamie, I've got a letter I would like to send
It's lacking strings of words with punctuation at the end
But should I trust this dialect
To convey the right effect?

She was pleasantly surprised to find that the hospital was practically empty, which was probably a good thing since most of the staff was across town getting wasted. She made her way into an empty on call room on the second floor before she paged George - not a 911 obviously since it was an on call room, but she did mention that it was important. It was. It was now 11:45, she only had fifteen minutes for him to get there, and then make him understand how she felt about him. Then she got the worst feeling that maybe he was in surgery, and wouldn't be able to come, causing her to cast a blow to a forehead with her palm, muttering idiot to herself. She probably should have asked a nurse. They know everything that goes on in this hospital. It was quite freaky actually.

Dear Jamie, I've got some things I'd like to set in pen
I would have used a pencil but lead's just not permanent
Should I trust my printer's ink
To express the things I think?

Her self deprecation was brought a screeching halt as the on call room door opened with a huff to reveal her guy. George. "Hey." She whispered softly, suddenly sobering up, at least a little bit at the sight of his sluggish appearance.

"Callie? Wh.. What are you doing here?" George stuttered slightly at her dressy appearance. "Why aren't you at the party?"

Every time I tried my best to think of something to contest
With inside jokes and other folks who've got much more to say

Callie's eyes darted all around the room, but they inevitably landed back on George. "Because.." She sighed as she walked slowly up to him, causing him to lean against the closed door. "Because it's New Years Eve. And You're supposed to bring in the New Year with the person you love. And I love you, George. I love that your friends call you Bambi because you are so incredibly sweet. I love that when you look at me, my stomach turns to knots, and my brain turns to goo. And yes, I realize that coming from a doctor sounds really stupid and immature, but I don't care because it's true. I love you, George. And if you would just take the time to think about it, you would see that you love me too. I know you do. You have to. Because I've seen the way you look at me. Please George. Please just give me another chance to love you." Callie's eyes were now filled with tears and she darted her eyes to the clock on the call that revealed that it was now five minutes untill midnight, and she'd made a pact with herself that if he said no, she was going to get out of the room as quickly as possible. She didn't want to bring in the new year with him if she couldn't kiss him. Where the hell is a mistle-toe when you need one?

Dear Jamie, this envelope will represent my heart
I'll seal it, send it off and wish it luck with its depart
And this stamp will be every action that carried my affection
Across the air and land and sea

Callie was only two, possibly three, feet away from him, but as he broke eye contact, she could practically feel an ocean being built between them. Her heart was breaking, and he couldn't even look at her. She knew it was a bad idea. Why did she listen to Addison again? Oh right. Because Addison was happy. She wanted to be happy. Why couldn't George love her the way she loved him? Unrequited love has been written about for centuries, but none of them seemed to do her any justice. This was beyond brutal.

But should I trust the postage due
To deliver my heart to you?

11:57. The clock was ticking away and he'd yet to move away from the door to allow her to leave, or said or done anything to make her want to do otherwise. Finally, he looked up at her, extending his hand for her to take to pull her close to him. Once the seeming ocean disappeared, she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, and it sent tingles up and down her spine.

Every time I tried my best to think of something to contest
With inside jokes and other folks who've got much more to say

"Callie.." His voice cracked, making her hurt all the more.

"Please George.." Tears were filling her eyes faster than she could stop, some of them inevitably dripping down onto her cheeks, taking her mascara with it.

Every page I tried my best to fill with something to contest
with inside jokes and other folks who've got much more to say

11:59. "I.. I love you too." He smiled as he brought his hands up to her face,cupping it gently as he wiped away the stained tears. By the time her tears dried, they could hear a faint yell of Happy New Year from the halls.

I'll give you all I can
A flower and a hand
I hope this helps you see
Signed, sincerely, me

They smiled softly at each other before leaning in for a time honored tradition of a midnight kiss. "Happy new year, baby." Callie mumbled against his lips before deepening the kiss. Yep, Addison was definitely getting a whole week at the spa.

George responded by gently pushing her backwards onto a bed. "I'm so glad you came." he whispered into her ear softly before returning his attention to her lips.