A/N: Indeed, the last chapter was a filler, and it was short and I'm sorry about that but I hope you find this chapter a little bit more interesting. I swear I'm going somewhere but I have to build up the story first. Anyways thanks again for reviewing, it helps me identified the areas I have to work a little harder on.

XI. Get a Clue

"Good Morning Dr. Torres" Cristina says entering the scrub room where Callie's preparing for her surgery.

"Good morning, Dr. Yang" Callie looks at Cristina and notices something is out of place, it seems like her scrubs are too big for her. For a second she wants to ask Cristina how she's doing but then she sees her opening up a soup and turning the water on.

"What are you doing?" Callie asks instead.

"Oh I'm your intern, I mean resident, today" Cristina is looking through the glass into the OR while scrubbing her hands hard.

"No, you're not" Callie says looking up at Cristina but she's concentrated scrubbing her hands hard.

"I have to scrub in"

"Actually…" Callie remembers what Bailey just told her.

"Callie" Cristina drops the soap and turns off the water grabbing a towel and getting closer to her, looking directly in her eye "I need to scrub in"

Callie stares at her for a moment thinking Bailey's going to kill her for doing this but quickly remembers that she's Bailey's boss and this was her opportunity to show Bailey so. Besides Cristina had become someone she cared about even if she didn't want to admit it.

"Okay then." Callie accepts and Cristina rapidly enters the OR with Callie right behind her.

Locker Room

Meredith is alone in the locker room. She's late and is trying to put on Cristina's scrub top but the thing refuses to go down her shoulders. This could easily be Cristina's tiniest scrub because she was sure they wore the same clothing size, was being the keyword. She gives it one more try and her head finally comes popping out of the top, the only problem now was trying to breathe. Well maybe the fact that her chest looked like a freaking table could be considered as a problem too. She looks down at her pants and it was like if she was trapped in some other dimension where people used Capri scrub pants. Hulk definitely looked better than I do right now. She hears someone coming and struggles between staying there or hiding behind some lockers or in the bathroom and finally decides she's just going to sit on the bench and talk to whoever walked in as if she didn't look like a damn clown.

"Dr. Burke" She says when she sees him and hiding in the bathroom suddenly seemed like the better option.

"Meredith, have you seen Cristina?"

"Yes" She answers with venom in her voice. How can he even consider the possibility that she's going to tell him where Cristina is when she's obviously avoiding him?

"She's not in the basement anymore"

"She never was" Meredith says and Burke is taken off base. Alex just told him that she was in the basement.

"Oh" He says finally stumbling into the conclusion that they were keeping Cristina away from him "I understand"

"Yeah. What do you want anyways?" Meredith is loathing this conversation but she needs to get straight one or two things with him.

"Excuse me?" He should've known Meredith wouldn't exactly be full of joy to see him.

"No. You didn't see what I saw. You don't know how she feels. You have no right to come barging into her life like nothing happened." Burke looks at Meredith but doesn't say a word. Here he is; being told off by Cristina's best friend. He had been so focused on finding her that he hadn't even thought of what he was going to say when he did and now Meredith was saying how much this has affected Cristina. He knows Cristina's hurting, he saw it in her eyes, he knew when he walked out of that chapel that she would but for Meredith to be telling him something like this, Meredith who so fiercely protects her best friend and wouldn't let anyone think she's vulnerable, but worst, for Meredith to actually see Cristina in pain, Cristina who preferred to suffer in silence. Suddenly it seemed like what he thinks could pale in comparison to what actually is.

"I know you can't see it because you're involved but believe me, you can't help her." Meredith continues "You'll only make things worst. She's doing the best she can with what she has left to keep everything under control for you to come crashing into her and send all to hell. As her friend, as a person that really cares for her, as her person, I'm asking you to please leave her alone. She needs you to leave her alone."

"I see." He says as he starts walking out of the locker room. What was he suppose to do? Cristina was in pain because of him, how could he help her get through it without getting her more hurt? Maybe Meredith was right, maybe he couldn't help Cristina, maybe the best thing he could do was leave for good. But was he willing to turn his back on her once more? If he did there probably be no way she would ever accept him back but he couldn't keep harming her, for her and for him. Seeing her like this and being so powerless about it made him feel like something was eating he's insides slowly. Meredith told him to back-off but she didn't understand. It didn't matter how much she could be there for her, Cristina wouldn't find comfort in any other arms that weren't his own. That's just how it is, that's just how it had always been.

After the surgery

Callie and Cristina are walking out of the scrub room after the surgery. Cristina reaches the nurses station where she starts looking in some charts for interesting cases. Callie comes up to her.

"Good work Yang." Callie says satisfied with the surgery results.

"You were pretty good yourself" Cristina says grabbing a chart at last and opening it.

"No need to kiss my ass" Cristina half smiles at Callie's comment "Hey how are you doing?" Callie finally finds the courage to ask her.

"I'm great. The surgery was awesome." Cristina's still on a high from the surgery and her mind denies to go back to reality.

"It's just that… well after what happened…"

"Nothing happened" Cristina interrupts Callie trying to stay in her high. If something would've happened I'd be married today. And there's the low.

"Okay." Callie ultimately gets the hint that Cristina's avoiding the subject and decides to go for a lighter one "Well as you should know nothing in this life is for free"

"Oh please don't make me tell the family. I know I asked you to let me in but I really didn't sign up for that plus there will probably be hugging and stuff" Her high had been corrupted by Callie's interrogations and, consequently, she was too bitter to deal with perky people at the moment. Well to be honest she was always too bitter to deal with perky people.

"Don't worry, that wasn't what I was going to ask from you"

"Good." Cristina's relieved "What is it then?"

"You have to come to my wedding party" Callie's says begging and Cristina looks at her for a moment not quite sure if she understood correctly.

"Your what? You do realize you got married like a month ago right?"

"Yeah, tell that to my mother"

"There will be mothers? Forget it"

"Cristina I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. This is the price you pay for scrubbing in. Besides Addison decided to go to God knows where, Bailey hates me and Meredith will be drunk. Who am I suppose to talk to? Izzie?"

"I can't believe this." She told herself that she couldn't say no after Callie let her scrub in but she really couldn't say no when Callie had accepted to be one of her bridesmaids and did the dresses and wore a bow in her ass, all so she wouldn't look bad in front of Mamma "When?"

"Seriously? You're coming? Thank you so very very much!"

"Yeah whatever. Tell me when before I change my mind" Did I really say yes?

"Next week. I'll give you an invitation tomorrow with all the details"

"Great. Can't wait." Cristina says sarcastically turning around to go.

"Wait! I almost forgot, Bailey asked me to tell you to go to the clinic. Stat."

A/N: I hope you liked this. Thanks for reading and please review.