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"O'Malley?" Mark cried out after George.
He stopped walking and turned to face him. "Dr. Sloan?!"
"Can we talk?" Mark asked.
"Talk about what?"
"It's on… um… private business."
George embarrassed a little wondering what Mark Sloan would like to talk with him. "I'm sorry, but I don't have much time. Dr. Shepherd is waiting for me." He excused himself.
"I won't take a lot of your time." Mark promised, "It's about Izzie."
"Everything ok, Dr. Sloan?"
"No. Everything is terrible. Izzie's gone."
For a while George remained quiet, unknowing how to react. Then he walked closer, and told him, "I'm listening to you."
"You know Izzie better than everyone else." Mark began, "Her cell phone is switched off, and Richard told me that she had taken 3 days off."
George proceeded to examine him carefully, "I met her this morning. We only talked for a few minutes. She didn't look very well." George pointed out.
"I see." Mark nodded. "Did she tell you anything?"
"No, she didn't."
"Do you have any idea where could she go?"
"I really don't. She mentioned some place where she had been happy for the first time in her life."
"I guess you don't know where this place is." Mark suggested.
George shook his head.
Mark nodded."Ok." He turned to leave when George's voice stopped him.
"I don't like you. " He said. "I have no clue how you have convinced Izzie to marry you because you are an awful person, but… she has feelings for you… very strong feelings." He emphasized, "So, if she loves you…"Before George could finish Mark interrupted him and turned to face him. "Wait! Do you think she loves me?" He demanded with the sound of excitement in his voice.
"She does. " He confirmed, "I know her very well. As soon as she has found something good in you, maybe you are not such an asshole."
"It might be a good idea to stop calling me an asshole."
"I want to see her happy." George continued, ignoring Mark's remark, "No matter who could do it. If you are going to be a part of her life, it's fine by me. Last night I saw you two sitting on the bench and I could tell you that you and Izzie are totally in love. But honestly, I don't have any idea where she could have gone."
"Does anyone else could know? Meredith or Yang?" Mark wondered.
"I doubt they know something."
"Perhaps she has gone home." Mark suggested.
"Home?" George repeated stupidly.
"I mean her mother's home. She's probably gone to the trailer park." Mark suggested.
"The trailer park?!" George thought then shook his head, "I don't think she has ever been happy there."
"Wait!" Some thought came into Mark's mind, "Once when we spent a weekend in a villa, she said that the place reminded her to the place where she had been happy for the first time in her life. How do I know where is this place? She is likely to be there."
"Yeah, probably." George agreed.
"Her mother may know something about that place. I'll go and meet her." Mark said.
"You'll go to meet Izzie's mother?!" George exclaimed in astonishment.
"Yep, but I don't know where she lives. Izzie told me that she had been grown up in a trailer park nearby Chehalis, but I don't know any details."
"Izzie received a Christmas card and letter from her mother. She keeps them inside her locker. The return address should be written on the back of the envelope." George said.
"Let's go then." Mark quickly said.
They headed straight for the resident's locker room.
"How can we open her locker?" Mark asked suddenly.
"She always keeps her door unlocked." George replied.
"Does she do it really?"
"What do you want from a man who was sticking the 8,7 $ million dollar check on the refrigerator."
Mark smiled faintly,"Yeah, she is incredible."
"She is, indeed." George agreed. He began searching in her locker. "God knows why does she keep all the stuff here?" He wondered pulling out a piece of silver paper from a chocolate bar.
Mark took the silver paper in his hand and then a picture came into his mind like a flash.
Slipping a hand into the pocket of his leather jacket, he pulled out a chocolate. "It's for you." He gave it to her.
"For me?" She looked at him with beaming face, "Thanks. This is my favorite. How do you know?"
"I don't know it's my favorite too." He replied.
"I can't believe she keeps it." He mumbled.
George looked at him and smiled. "It's just Izzie." He commented.
"Why should she keep some silver paper from a chocolate bar?" Mark demanded.
"She is a girl. For her it is not just a piece of paper. When she touches this, it reminds her of you." George explained.
"Seriously?" Mark looked at him suspiciously.
"It seems to me that you don't know anything about woman's nature." George concluded.
"I know everything about their body's nature." Mark pointed out.
"Sometimes it's not enough." George told him.
"You are right, O'Malley! I don't know the women's nature at all. I've spent my entire life running from relationships. Luckily for me, plenty of women were attracted to arrogant, wild, unstable men. However, Izzie crept up on me. "Mark smiled faintly, "Somehow she sneaked in under my radar. I love that smile, that hair, mouth… Gosh, I like everything about her. I like how she walks, how she talks…I could listen to her for hours…" He said, his voice low.
"Yeah, me too… "George said with a dreamy smile, "I mean as a friend." He clarified, and added. "I miss my best friend. She was my other half."
"You could be best friends again."
"We could?"
"Yep. She really does care about you." Mark told him.
"Well," George smiled "Maybe, you ain't the arrogant man you pretend to be."
"I have my reputation to think of, O Malley. Your observations and conclusions would really leave a nasty scar on it. " Mark noticed.
At this moment, the door opened. Mark and George turned their heads seeing Alex who threw them a nasty look.
"What are you looking for in Izzie's locker?" He hissed.
"It's none of your business." Mark replied.
"It's none of your business either to hunt in someone else's locker." Alex told him.
"It's not someone else's locker, it's my wife's locker. So, take yourself off and mind your own business. "Mark said in outrage.
"Don't tell me what to do." Alex annoyed.
"Hey, hey, guys!" George tried to calm them down. "Alex, don't meddle in our affairs. We are just looking for something. Izzie isn't here and Dr. Sloan wants to find her."
"She probably doesn't want him to find her." Alex grinned.
"You have no idea what she wants, so keep your mouth shut!" Mark threw him a death look.
"I surely must have some idea as she keeps me around while she is married to you." Alex pointed out.
Mark wanted nothing more than to pound his stupid face right now. "You went too far…."
"Guys, please!" George interrupted them quickly. "Alex, don't be quarrelsome. You should make your relationship clear with Izzie, not with Dr. Sloan." George advised him.
"Who are you? His lawyer?" Alex demanded with sarcasm.
"I don't need a lawyer to crush your face. And don't forget you lie in my power." Mark reminded him.
"I don't care." Alex said, as his pager went off. He headed for the door.
"And Karev keep your fucking hands to yourself and stay the hell away from my wife." Mark warned him.
"Say it to your wife. Maybe she doesn't want me to stay away from her." Alex giggled and left.
"Fuck you." Mark cursed.
"He is not that bad. He just feels poorly because of Izzie." George observed, and then exclaimed."I found it."
"Is there any address?" Mark asked impatiently.
"Wait…" George turned the envelope over in his hand and he saw that the return address was there, "Here it is"
"Great. Can I take it?"
"Sure." George gave it to him.
"I'll try to find her mother." Mark said.
"Let's hope she knows something."
"Yeah." Before he left, Mark turned to take a last look at George, "Thank you, O'Malley. You saved me. I won't forget it."
Mark's words had strong effect on him, "You are welcome. I just want Izzie to be happy. And I know she will be… with you."
Mark smiled faintly, "You are a real friend, O'Malley." Then he left the room, closing the door after him.
Mark entered the elevator and pushed the button that would take him on the first floor. The doors opened and he was about to walk out when someone stood in his way. He looked up and saw Miranda Bailey glaring at him. She pushed him back into the elevator, and put her hand on the stop button.
"What the hell are you doing?" He annoyed.
"Listen to me, stallion! " She shook her finger "I don't have a clue how much alcohol had drunk Stevens you to drag her down to the aisle, but I warn you, if I see her suffer because of you, you are going to have a trouble with me."
"Dr. Bailey, should I remind you to whom you are speaking?"
"I know very well to whom I'm speaking. The troublemaker."
"I'm the trouble maker?" Mark raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you are! You and the other handsome man think that as you have smoothed your forelocks and all that stupid nurses around the hospital look at you with hanging out tongues mean that you have your own way. Izzie Stevens is one of my girls."
"One of your girls?" Mark repeated frowning.
"Right!" Miranda cried out, and his blood chilled, "Izzie is one of my girls," she repeated, "which means she is not as the girls you may just have fun. Since the day, Izzie, Meredith and Cristina crossed the threshold of the hospital, I feel responsible for them. They're just like my children. Do you understand what I mean, Sloan?"
"I… I'm …. trying…" He stammered.
"I used to live with their problems. Their misery is my misery. Their happiness is my happiness."
"Look, Dr. Bailey, I know very well what kind of person Izzie is. I assure you I have never looked upon her as a girl for fun…. I married her." Mark pointed out.
"What sort of marriage is this?" Miranda demanded, with her hands on her hips. "And where the hell is she? Shouldn't you two be makin' babies or something?"
"Well, "Mark seemed to think for few seconds and then growled, "Stop looking at me like that… You are embarrassing me."
"I'm embarrassing you, huh?"
"Yep."
"Glad to hear it!" She smirked and then told him, "I don't care what you're saying. You must protect her."
"I see, you do it perfectly." Mark observed.
"Smartasses get on my nerves." Miranda snapped him "Has Izzie not suffered enough?"
"I don't want her to suffer. I… I want her back." He admitted quietly.
Miranda's eyes were boring into him. She slowly released the stop button, and Mark timidly walked beside her.
"I'll watch over you." She hissed at him. Stepping outside, he watched as the elevator doors closed with Bailey inside.
"God!" Mark recovered his breath, as he got rid of her. "What a terrible woman." He said to himself.
Mark got into his car and drove off toward the highway. Suddenly he put on the brake, and he turned the car around in the direction from which he had come. He parked his jeep right in front of the hotel and got out of the car.
"Dr. Sloan, I'm sorry but you can't park here." The porter told him.
"I won't stay long." Mark climbed the stairs to his room all in a breath. Upon reaching his room, he headed straight for his bedroom. There, in the bottom drawer of his nightstand, he was keeping his wedding ring. He pulled it out from a small box and ran back to his car. He got back in the jeep and drove off. The distance between Seattle -Chehalis was 87 miles. He quickly entered the address into the GPS, and then reached over to the dashboard switching on the CD player. He tried to dial Izzie's mobile number, which was switched off. He prayed that her mother might know where Izzie was. Mark turned up the CD player for a song he liked. Although the music was too loud, he heard his mobile buzzing in his pocket. He immediately pulled it out and found it was Derek. He reached forward and turned down the music.
"God damn! You are fucking evil!Richard told me that you have taken a holiday."
"It's not a holiday. I just gotta find Izzie." Mark explained.
"Hm." Derek murmured, "I hope you find her."
"Me too."
"Where are you going?" Derek asked.
"Izzie's mother." Mark replied.
"Izzie's mother?!" Derek repeated, astonished.
"Yep." Mark confirmed, "I hope she knows something."
"You are going to meet Izzie's mother? This, I have to see. " Derek laughed, a big booming sound.
"What's so funny?" Mark asked, looking deeply offended.
"It's gonna be like the last time you went to meet someone's mother. You ran for your life the moment you saw her." Derek amused.
"It wasn't someone's mother, it was someone's father." Mark pointed out annoyingly.
"Whatever. Don't runaway this time." Derek chuckled.
"I won't do that. I'd do everything for Izzie."
"Yeah, I noticed that." Derek agreed and after a short pause he said, "I saw Lexie."
"How is she?" Mark asked.
"She looked pretty miserable." Derek replied.
"I know." Mark uttered, "I spent the night with her."
"What?" Derek nearly jumped out of his skin.
"It's not that what you think. We were just talking. I told her about my feelings for Izzie. I was honest with her."
"Hmmm." Derek grunted.
"Look, I know you have every right to be angry at me because I really messed up. But I try to play fair this time." Mark said sincerely.
"Keep doing that. I hope you find Izzie."
"Thanks, Derek."
"Call me when you have any news."
"I'll." Mark promised. He hung the phone and turned up the volume on the car's CD player. He was in a hurry to arrive at Chehalis. He looked at the address once again, and stopped at a petrol station. He asked a man who was filling his car the quickest way to get to the trailer park. The man explained him which road to take, and Mark got back to the car. He found the place about ten minutes later. He was driving around several times when he saw an old man who cocked his head to the side and began staring at the car, impelled by a gruesome curiosity.
Mark rolled down the car window. "Hi," He greeted the man who only grunted in response. "Do you know where Robbie Stevens' trailer is?"
The man didn't answer, just frowned.
"I'm looking for Robbie Stevens. " Mark repeated, "How can I find her?"
"Are you a cop?" The man asked suspiciously.
"Do I look like a cop?" Mark raised an eyebrow.
"Nooo," the man drawled and snickered, "You look like a nut. You are not like all men who come here to meet Robbie."
"Apparently a lot of men come here to meet her." Mark suggested.
"Well, not anymore." The man chuckled.
Mark smiled faintly, "Do you know where she is?"
"Maybe…" The man smiled slyly.
"Would you tell me?"
"You should foot the bill."
"So, the information worth much." Mark observed.
"Obviously it is for you."
"Ok." Mark took the money out of his wallet and asked. "Is that enough?"
The man's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed, "Holly crap! For 50 bucks I would bring her for you on a white horse!"
"It's not necessary. Just tell me where to find her."
The man looked at Mark with gleaming eyes. "She works in a restaurant at a rest stop on the highway. She's working day shift today."
"How could I get there?" Mark asked.
The man showed him which road to take and Mark started the engine.
"Hey, man! If you need assistance or more information, I'm your man. For 20 bucks, I could give you stuff like photos and videos. I keep the dirty secrets of this hut."
"I'll keep that in mind."
While Mark was driving toward the fast food restaurant, he thought about the place where Izzie had grown up. She was like a flower in the desert between a misery and nasty people. Mark realized what had cost to Izzie to get out of the trailer park. He tried to think, but he felt unfamiliar panic swamp his brain. He'd never faced loosing everything before. And that, he realized was that he was facing. She'd brought him the missing part of himself, the part that had been frozen out ignored by everybody, so he'd ceased to believe his love was worth anything to anyone. She'd given him the most amazing gift. The gift of her love meant everything to him. Now he had to convince her of that.
Mark found the fast food restaurant where Izzie's mother should have been working without any problem. He parked his car and headed straight for the restaurant. He opened the door and looked around inside. There weren't that many people, and a perky haired blond waitress with a floppy ponytail scanned him quickly.
"It's always great to see a good looking man come here. What can I do for you?"She smiled oily.
"Actually, I'm looking for someone."
"Are you looking for me?" She licked her lips seductively.
"I don't think so." Mark smirked.
"Too bad for me, though I'd hoped to have piqued your interest." She sighed. "Whatever! Boy or a girl?"
"What?"
"You are looking for a boy or a girl?"
"Uh… a girl."
"Maybe I can help you find the lucky girl."
"I hope you can help me. I'm looking for Robbie." Mark made a short pause and said, "Robbie Stevens."
"Robbie?!" The girl couldn't hide her surprise and disappointment. Then she looked him up and down. "Are you sure?"
"Is she here?"
"Yeah." The waitress nodded. Then she cried out with a loud voice, "Robbie, come here. Someone is looking for you."
"Who is it?" The voice coming from the kitchen was sweet and nice.
"An attractive, sweet and very handsome man." The waitress replied giving Mark a wink. "Take a seat. She may be late."
"Ok." Mark agreed and took a seat at the bar. Few minutes later the kitchen doors swung open and a woman over forty appeared, carrying a tray of cups and a jug of hot fresh coffee. Mark looked at her trying to find some resemblance to Izzie. He found that Izzie's mother was very beautiful woman although her age. Apparently, Izzie had inherited her beauty genes from her mother. Robbie Stevens was much shorter than her daughter was but she had the same beautiful brown eyes.
"Are you looking for me?" Robbie looked surprised, giving the tray to the young waitress.
"Yeah." Mark stood up immediately. He stretched out his palm, waiting for a handshake."My name is Mark Sloan." He shook her hand, "And I'm uh… "He stammered, "I… came here to ask you something. It's about your daughter."
"Izzie? You know her?"
Mark smiled confused, "Yeah, we're working together at Seattle Grace Hospital. I'm a plastic surgeon." He explained.
"A plastic surgeon?" The waitress exclaimed excited, drawing the attention of the entire restaurant.
"Debby, don't you have any work to do?" Robbie asked, giving her a strict look.
"You are an egoist!" Debby hissed and went to clean the tables.
"Did something happen to her?" Robbie concerned.
"No… No! It's just… Actually, I wanted to ask you," he began, and the anxious look came back in his face. "If you know where she is."
"No." Robbie shook her head, "She hasn't called me recently. We don't keep in touch with her often." She admitted.
"I see." He nodded.
"Shouldn't she be at work?" Robbie asked.
"She took 3 days off." Mark replied.
"Why are you looking for her? Are you two friends?"
"Uh…" Mark embarrassed, "We are… We are…" He gulped.
"Oh my God! You are her boyfriend?!" She interrupted him, excited.
"Not exactly." He smiled faintly," I have something to tell you, Mrs. Stevens, that may shock you, "he said, glancing up and then away, "I'm… uh her husband."
"What?"
"I know you are shocked. I'm sorry that you had to hear this from me, and I guess Izzie would probably kill me but… Mrs. Stevens, I love your daughter, and I really hope you can help me find her."
Robbie was looking at him with perplexed expression. She blinked. Opened her mouth and then closed it again.
"Mrs. Stevens, you ok?"
"I'm sorry, I just… I'm still shocked. God, I can't believe it. Izzie is married? She didn't even call me."
"We got married in Vegas."
"Vegas?"
"Yep, it's a long story."
"My cricket has always been a hot head." Robbie said softly.
Mark smiled.
"I call her cricket." Mrs. Stevens clarified.
"Yeah, I know. She told me."
"Did she tell you that?"
"She did." He said quietly.
"I know I wasn't a good mother. I hope someday she could forgive me for all my sins towards her. I love her she means everything to me, but I've never told her that."
"Izzie loves you." Mark assured her.
Robbie's eyes filled with tears. "I'm sorry, I just… I haven't seen her for such a long time. I don't know anything about her life. I don't have a clue what kind of doctor is she, who are her friends..."
"Well, but you know her husband." Mark smirked.
Robbie smiled, brushing away her tears.
"You should know that you have grown up an amazing daughter. She is a great person, an excellent doctor and she would become a good surgeon. She has many friends who really love her, and her patients adore her."
"I'm so happy her dreams came true. Her dream was to become a surgeon. Although all the obstacles that she had faced thanks to me, she made it. I'm so proud of her."
"I think Izzie would be happy to hear these words coming out of your mouth."
"Robbie two coffees, please." The waitress ordered, leaning against the bar counter. Robbie poured two coffees, and Debby looked at Mark curiously, "So, that handsome man is your daughter's husband. You are damn lucky woman, Robbie. Now there is someone who could repair your wrinkles for nothing." Debbie giggled.
"Stop sticking your nose into everything. Mind your own business." Robbie looked up at her sharply, and then she turned to Mark, "Are you hungry? We have a nice omelet."
"No, thanks. A cappuccino would be fine."
Robbie made it quickly and cut a slice of apple pie. "You should try it. It's the specialty of the house." She assured him.
"Thank you."
"You said that Izzie had taken 3 days off. Did you quarrel with my cricket?"
"No, actually our relationship is a bit complicated. We got married after a crazy night in Vegas. But I'm in love with her. She doesn't know about my feelings for her. Izzie was gone because the things went wrong. No one in the hospital knew about us until yesterday." He said, deciding to leave the details, "It was too much for her. I have to find Izzie and tell her I love her."
"So, you are in love with my cricket?"
"I'm, but I was stupid because I didn't tell her. I'm such an idiot."
"How can I help you? I don't have a clue where she might be." Robbie admitted.
"Izzie has mentioned some place where she had been happy for first time in her life. Few months ago, we spent a weekend together in a private villa and she told me that the area reminded her of this place. I was wondering if you could tell me more about this place."
Robbie thought for a couple of minutes, and then shook her head. "No, I don't have any idea about this place."
"The villa where we spent a weekend was between a pine tree wood and a lake."
Robbie thought again, "I don't remember Izzie had ever been in such a place. I wanna help you, indeed, Mr. Sloan…."
"Mark." He corrected her.
"Mark," she repeated, "I wish I could help you, but I obviously don't know much about Izzie's life."
He nodded silently with sad eyes. Suddenly Robbie Stevens exclaimed, "I thought of something." She announced happily, "Izzie had a diary to which she confided everything. She must probably have written something about this place. I still keep it."
"What if I can't find what I'm looking for?"
"I really hope this will not happen." Robbie glanced at her watch, "You'll have to wait until my shift finish, then we'll go home."
Mark waited patiently for Robbie to finish her shift, and they came out of the restaurant together. The sun was shining, and Mark had slipped on dark sunglasses.
"Where is your car?"Robbie asked, looking around.
"It's right here." Mark pointed at his brand new jeep Cadillac.
"Oh my gosh." Robbie gasped her eyes grew wide. "This is your car?"
"Yep."
"Wow!"
Mark smiled.
"Surely costs a lot of money." She commented, "Can you really afford it?"
"I can." He confirmed, amused.
"Wow!"
"Let's get in."
"God, I have never imagined that someday I would ride such a car."
"Please." Mark opened the passenger door for her, assisting her carefully to position her in the car seat.
"Thank you." Robbie smiled contently. She watched with great interest as Mark got into the car and started the engine.
"That's great. I'm sitting in the lap of luxury." She was delighted, "I have never touched anything so exquisite." She ran her fingers over the seat.
"It's alcantara leather." He clarified.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Nep. It's a special edition."
"And you could have such a car only from making bigger boobs."
He burst out laughing.
"Mmmm… Great job!" She concluded.
"What about you? For how long time have you been working here?" He was curious.
"All my life." Robbie sighed, "I've been working here ever since I can remember. I'm not like my cricket. I didn't have any ambitions, I was just a girl from the province. I never had the courage to leave this place. I'm glad Izzie wasn't like me. I always knew that she was too good for such a life."
"What about her father?"
Robbie smiled wryly, "Her father was just a seducer. I was sixteen when I met him, and he was 28. I fell in love the moment I saw him. Tall, gorgeous, charismatic, actually he was as much handsome as you are." She noticed.
Mark laughed again.
"He didn't need much time to gain my heart." She continued, "We spent together three weeks, three wonderful, unforgettable weeks. I attached myself to him so quickly, and I know I shouldn't have done that because that has cost me a broken heart. One day he disappeared. One month later, I had realized I'd missed my period and two weeks later I found out that I was pregnant. I was scared. I didn't know what to do. I tried twice to abort my baby, and I just feel incredibly lucky that after everything I've done, I failed. One day an old lady told me that the child that I was carrying should appear to the world, because it would be gifted to make people happy. Izzie doesn't believe in such things, but I do."
"I guess it was hard for you to grow her up all alone."
"She was a truly amazing child. She was doing everything to help me, she was cooking, she was doing the laundry, she was cleaning the trailer, she was baking… she could do everything better than me. "
"Well, nothing's changed." He observed.
Robbie looked at him, "I miss my daughter," Her voice was barely a whisper.
"Haven't you seen each other for a long time?"
"I saw her before going to Seattle. She was so excited and happy, but we quarreled again, and she left." Robbie looked upset. He didn't know what to say, so he kept his mouth shut, and they drove in silence.
Soon they arrived and she told him where to park the car. The old man was still sitting where he'd left him.
"Hey, he found you. You should know that I helped him." He told Robbie.
"Go home, Hurbby!"
"That guy is the youngest that you have ever brought here, and obviously he has pocket full of money." He chuckled softly.
"Keep your mouth shut!" Robbie snarled at him.
"Don't make her to scream loud we have a problem with the acoustic insulation here." Hurbby chuckled.
"Go away, you old boy!" Robbie yelled, as she unlocked the trailer door. Both entered inside.
"So, Izzie grew up here."
"Yep. It wasn't such a mess when Izzie was young." Robbie laughed shortly, "I'm sorry, I'm a poor housekeeper."
"Don't worry about that." Mark's eyes fixed on a big poster where Izzie was modeling lingerie. He couldn't remove his eyes from the picture. Robbie caught his glance and smiled, "She is beautiful, isn't she?"
"Yeah, she is gorgeous!" He confirmed, still staring at the poster.
"You can take a seat here." She removed some magazines from a small sofa, "I'm going to find the diary." She told him.
Mark took a seat and looked around the trailer. There was a little kitchen, and he could imagine Izzie baking her muffins.
"Can I offer you a drink? Some coffee or maybe scotch."
"No, thanks I'm fine."
After a while, Robbie approached Mark bringing a big pink box. "This is the first time I'm opening this box. "
"I know it's not right, but this is my only chance to find her."
"I'm sure Izzie would forgive us. "Robbie calmed him, and put the box on the table. She removed the cover, and they saw a pile of photos on top of it. Robbie smiled, "Look, Mark, this is my cricket as a little girl."
He took the photos, having a look, "She is so cute." He said softly.
"Yeah, it is. She was like an angel. With long blond curls and beautiful hazel eyes." Robbie told him. Then she pulled out Izzie's diary, which was locked. She found the small key in an envelope and unlocked it. A photo dropped down from it. Mark took it.
"This is Hank. He was Izzie's boyfriend. He is a hockey player." She explained.
"Cool guy." Mark noticed gloomily.
"They broke-up as soon as Izzie began working at the hospital." Robbie explained.
He said nothing, but he couldn't deny the fact that he was jealous.
"Here should be written something about this place."
"She has probably been there with Hank." He murmured.
"I don't think she has ever been happy with him." While they were searching between the pages, some picture had drawn their attention. It was an amazing view of a lake and pine tree wood. Robbie turned it and on the back was written: The place where I was happy for first time in my life.
"From where did drop that?" He asked excited.
She turned a couple of pages, and exclaimed." It's here." Robbie began reading aloud. "Yesterday I paid for my education. This was the happiest moment of my life. I got into the car, and I was driving without knowing where I was going. That was the first place where I stopped. This is the most beautiful place that I have ever seen and here I realized that my dreams would come true. I will become a surgeon! Soon, I'll be Dr. Isobel Stevens."
Mark and Robbie looked at each other."But where this place is?" He asked.
"I think I know where it is." Robbie whispered, her eyes filled with tears.
"Mark, wait!" Robbie called out.
He turned and waited.
"Tell to my cricket I love her. Tell her I'm so sorry that I wasn't a good mother. Tell her that I really wish to see her happy."
"I'll. Thank you for your help." He leaned and kissed her cheek.
"I hope at least once in my life I could do something good for my daughter."
Mark smiled and he turned one last time before he got in his car, "Take care of yourself, Robbie!"
She was standing in front of the trailer still for long time staring to the direction where the brand new Cadillac had gone.
Izzie stood peering into the sunset when she felt someone's presence. Without turning her head, she said, "You found me."
"Have you any idea how many lakes and pine tree woods there are in this region?" He asked, irritably.
"Yes, but no one of them it's like this one." She replied, and slowly turned to face him. He moved forward until he stood directly in front of her.
"Mark,"
"Shut up."
"What?"
"I'm doing the talking." He said, gloomily.
"You are yelling at me." She observed.
"You deserve it, and I ain't done with you yet." He informed her.
"Aw? That's good. Because I'm not done with you either." She replied sarcastically.
"I'll talk now, and don't interrupt me, please."
"All… right." Izzie obeyed, obediently.
"I was stupid, Izzie. The time that I spent with you was the greatest in my life." His voice changed. It was soft and low now.
"Mark,"
"Stop interrupting me. I have to talk, I should tell you what I need to tell you. Did you get it?" He gave her a nasty look.
"I did." She nodded, startled.
"Ok then. You believed in me. Now I believe in myself too. You taught me that. I have never felt this way before .Everything about you makes me feel better. I'm better in every area of my life when you're around. I live better, work better, sleep better, feel better. I don't know what was that fate that united me with you that night, but I'm sure I don't wanna separate us. I would love to go to sleep with you every night and wake up with you every morning. You may not feel the same about me and you never may, but I've got nothing but love for you. No matter what you say or do. And if I'm not the one that can make you happy, then I hope you find the guy that make you happy, as you make me. I know you're now with that asshole Karev, and if you are happy with him, I'm moving on with my life. But…" he frowned, "What the hell do you find in that idiot?"
Her heart was hammering as though it would break through the wall of her chest, but she wouldn't make this easy for him. Izzie smirked. "He's cute."
"Cute? You find Karev cute? He's a fool. I hate him." Mark made a disgusting face, and then said again, "How could anyone describe Karev as cute? I'm cute. Is he cute, indeed?"
"Mark, I'm not in love with Alex." She smiled.
"You are not?"
"I'm not. And I think he is not in love with me either. Everything began when he kissed me the night when we decided that our marriage was over. Kind of. He was miserable because of Rebecca, and I was there. That's it."
"That's it?" He repeated stupidly.
"And you? What did you do, Mark?" She suddenly exclaimed, "You ran to Lexie Grey. What do you feel about her?"
"Nothing. I mean she is a great girl, but I'm not in love with her. I never meant to hurt you, Iz. I swear. The whole thing was… unplanned. It's all Derek's fault. He has been talking about her all the time, and he concentrated my attention on her. But I didn't do anything. She came to me one evening in my room and…. I know I messed up, but you are the one that I'm in love with. Last night I told her about my feelings for you, I want to be different guy, actually you make me different…"
"This was the first time I saw you with a girl. I mean, serious with a girl. I know there had been others, plenty of others," she emphasized, "but they were in your life for a day, or a week, and then vanished. I was scared I was really scared that she would stay. And that's when I had to face the prospect of losing you." She stepped toward him, looking him straight into the eyes, "I love you, Mark."
Never in his life he felt such emotion that overwhelmed him. He couldn't remember someone has ever told him that loved him.
"God, do you know how long time I've been waiting to hear this?" He asked, removing some hair from her face.
"Do you know how long time I've been waiting to tell you this?" She smirked, wrapping her hands around his neck.
"Iz, I wasn't drunk."
"What?"
"I lied to you. When we married in Vegas, I wasn't drunk."
"You weren't?"
"I was sober."
"I knew it!" She exclaimed, "There was no way you to remember all details."
"When you proposed…"
"Wait, wait? Do you really think that after you told me all this I would believe you that the idea was mine?"
"Actually, it was all yours." He told her, "It was the craziest thing that's ever happened to me. We were seating in the bar, you were drinking shot after shot, and I had this sort of- I don't know. It sounds stupid, but it was a vision."
"A vision?"
"Yeah, a vision. You know what I saw?"
"No."
"Our baby."
"What?" She blinked, looking startled, "Our baby?"
"And you know what?"
She shook her head again.
"I wasn't scared or freaking. It felt great. Izzie, I love you, I love our baby who isn't even born yet. And I love that we can have a great life together. Please, marry me?"
"But we are already married."
"Uh… yeah! Right!" He confused and then smiled brightly, "Marry me again."
She looked at him, at the man she loved to the depth of her being. "Mark, you are unbelievable, you know that? I love you, and I'll marry you again."
"So, we're going to start our new life together?"
"Let's start where it began." She smirked.
"I don't see any bar here." He looked around.
"Nep."
"The church?"
"The bed." She finally told him.
"Have I ever told you I love being married to you?" He leaned to kiss her but she stopped him.
"I don't know where that mouth has been." She said.
"What?" His gaze narrowed.
"It's a punishment. If you wanna these lips here, you have to wash your mouth out with soap."
"Not going to happen. I had my mouth washed out once by mom after I cursed. I still remember it."
"No kissing then."
"Fine. " He nudged her hair behind her ear and trailed his tongue over her neck. She grinned, when suddenly he turned to face her, "Oh, and Iz, if I'm washing my mouth out with a soap you are going to wash yours out too."
"What?"
"You heard me." He smirked.
She wrapped her hands around his neck, and tenderly bit his earlobe, "How about we compromise?"
"I believe in compromise." He agreed.
"Toothpaste?"
"Toothpaste works for me."
Keeping her hands on his shoulders, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Let's go then."
"I need to know something badly," he said, his voice low and sexy, "where's the bathroom."
"A baby, huh?" She smiled, while he was carrying her into the villa.
"Yep."
"Boy or a girl?" She was curious.
"I'm not sure."
Her smile grew misty, "It's so nice to know there are some surprises still ahead of us."
A/N I'm sitting down now and begin the next chapter.......