Lunch wasn't actually that bad. George and Callie ate at their normal table. Eventually Meredith and Cristina came over to make sure what they heard was true, that the O'Malley's were the O'Malley's again. Meredith was happy; there were an inspiration, an example, as to how true love can bring two people back together. Despite what just happened between her and Derek, George and Callie gave her a little bit of hope.
Cristina was more worried about finding a roommate again. She and Callie were just starting to get their grove with the whole living together situation. Callie would make breakfast and start the cappuccino; just the smell of her ham omelet would get Cristina out of bed. Then Callie would leave for her morning yoga class as Cristina would take her shower. Then after their shifts at the hospital, if neither of them had plans they would bash talk the interns. Sometimes they would even watch re-runs of ER (Callie had all current seasons on DVD). There were times when they stayed up till 2am, laughing hysterically over how ridiculously incorrect the procedures and surgeries were done at County General. Not to mention the lingo… if it wasn't the technical talk that got them rolling, it was the actors fake, Chicago accent. Some could pull off the flat 'A' sound; others should not have even tried. Anyway, the point was Cristina liked her roomy and it was going to be really hard to find someone who could meet the high bar Callie set.
But, Callie assured Cristina that they could still have their bashing sessions. She could even come over to her and George's new place, once they got one, to watch ER. Cristina's response: "Whatever."
Then Alex showed up. His only comment, "so does this mean I get my own bathroom again?" In all seriousness.
Basically, all of their close friends were in the cafeteria. Minus Mark and Izzie. Come to think of it, no one really saw them much at all lately, but then again Seattle Grace was a huge hospital. Still, Izzie never missed an opportunity to gossip at the lunch table. And on a day like today… this was a big lunch to miss. Eventually, they all had to get back to their work day; people to save, crisis' to solve, all that jazz. Not once did George or Callie see their best friends the rest of their shifts. It was sort of a relief, but then again, they should not be avoiding them either. Mark and Izzie should support the O'Malley's. Right?
George watched Callie through the lounge window as she gathered her things together. He could tell the emotional day took a toll on her. She was sort of lagging, taking her time getting ready. George wanted to take her to dinner tonight, maybe go downtown, walk hand in hand by the water and watch the boats dock. That was something George did with his dad and brothers as a kid. They did not live too far away from the Tacoma Narrows Bridge, so during those late summer nights all four of them would jump in the family truck, drive near the bridge and walk by the shore. Sure it was a super small beachfront, if you could call it that, but at some parts there was enough sand to lay on. Eventually Ronnie and Jerry would start a rock skipping contest, but George would always win. If they got lucky, a boat big enough to make some worthwhile waves would sail through and toot the fog horn as the captain saw the boys off shore, wailing their arms like crazy trying to get his attention. Then, when George was old enough to go there on his own, the water under the bridge became his holy ground. He would talk to himself, or sometimes scream, and no one could hear him. It was the one peaceful, private spot in town.
Turns out Callie loved to watch the sun set over the ocean in Florida growing up. Since she lived off the beach, she would sneak out of the house and sit on the warm sand, listen to the waves crash and sometimes even hear the dolphins off in the distance. Her house was great, pretty gi-normous actually, but honestly, if she could live outside on the beachfront, she would. There was just something about it that was so… peaceful. It really was where the earth and sky touched. Even though they were coasts apart and never met, subconsciously George and Callie were already syncing together by means of the ocean.
Suddenly, George thought of a new idea for the nights events. Something he was sure would make her relax. He went inside the lounge, greeted his wife with a kiss hello and proceeded to hug her. Coconut. Yep. She just showered. "Mmmm. You are the devil, you know how much I love your shampoo. It's too hard to resist…"
"Oh right I forgot, you even bought some yourself to use you love it so much!"
"Um, no. I do not use it. I don't know what you are talking about."
"Oh come on George, I could smell it last night when we were in the same bed. I know the smell very well."
George grunted, "Fine. You happy? I, George O'Malley, use a girly shampoo every now and then. NOT all the time, but I do love the smell of fresh coconut!" Callie started to giggle and kissed him sweet on the lips. "You ready to go now baby?"
"Where we goin?"
"You'll see."
"Ah George, you know I like to know our plans. Especially if you plan them. Then, if they are stupid, I can make a backup plan."
"Yeah, well. You won't need a backup plan. I promise." She looked at him a little skeptical; some of George's former plans that he promised to be perfect consisted of mini-golf (turns out he has no hand-eye coordination what so ever), a picnic in the park (where they just happened to lay the blanket on top of a giant aunt hill), and a trip to Safeco Field to watch the Mariners get creamed by the Devil Rays. Sure they had awesome seats, front row- first base side, and it was Callie's home team and George's home team playing, but later that night Callie got a call from her padre. Apparently they were caught on tv making out after Raul Ibanez hit a three run home run; her mother found it cute, her father not so much. That was the last time Callie let George make all the plans. But George insisted nothing bad could even possibly happen during tonight's events. So, she reluctantly agreed to go.
"I need your keys though. Seeing as you drove us here last night because I had a dislocated shoulder, I don't have my car here. So, I need your keys to drive."
"Or, you could just tell me where we are going and I could dive!"
"Ha Ha. Nice try chica."
With George driving, their first stop was Cristina's. George told Callie to quickly grab whatever she needed to spend the night somewhere. She tried getting out of him what kind of clothes she might need, then maybe he would hint something, but he just said "get your yoga pants and Harvard Alumni shirt you look so hot in, and work clothes for tomorrow."
Operation clothes comparison: failed.
Next stop was Mer's house so George could do the same thing. They looked to see who's cars were in the driveway to predict any awkward run-ins with a specific blond, but it seemed only Mer was home. Phew. With a quick hello/goodbye and a sift through his suitcase, George was out the door.
"So, now that we're all set with our cute overnight bags, where to?"
"Wife, relax. We will be there very shortly."
"Shortly? We are not going back to the Archfield, are we?"
"Um no. I'm more creative than that. Wait, are you nervous? Wow. My Callie is nervous… don't you trust me?"
"Trust is not the issue here. I just do not want to get caught anywhere on camera where my parents might witness something they should not. Again."
George chuckled, not only did he get chewed out at Joe's by his father in-law, but on the phone as well. Even though they were married at the time of the 'incident,' Mr. Torres apparently did not like his daughter showing public displays of affection. Meah- he will get over it. Hopefully.
"There is no way we could get caught on camera tonight. Well, video camera anyway."
"What?!"
"Digital camera, probably."
Callie smacked his arm and smirked. "Not funny George."
