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Mark knocked on the chief's door.

"I'll introduce you to Richard Webber." He informed Rick before they both entering the office.

"Dr. Webber, this is Prof. Rick Payne." Mark announced.

Richard stood up from his desk as he stretched out his arm waiting for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Webber." Rick took his hand and shook it.

"Prof. Payne the pleasure is all mine. Seattle Grace Hospital needs a chief of the psychology." Richard said bluntly.

"I actually prefer to teach." Rick admitted.

"You can do both here." Richard remarked.

"I see that you don't waste your time, Dr. Webber." Rick smiled.

"When it concerns good doctors, no. I would like to show you our psychiatric ward. How long do you plan to stay here?" Richard wanted to know.

"I don't know yet." Rick shrugged his shoulders.

"I would suggest you to stay as long as you wish." Richard said, his lips twisting into a sly smile.

1 hour late

"Dr. Bailey, you must organize an emergency team. Fifteen minutes ago, a horrific accident happened at King Street station. We shall go on spot." Richard announced.

"There are not many doctors that are available. Unfortunately, all the attendings are scheduled for surgeries. I can go, Meredith Grey, Cristina Yang and Izzie Stevens." Miranda informed him.

"There is no time to lose." Richard warned her.

Miranda, Cristina, Meredith and Izzie got in the ambulance. While they were going to the place of the accident, Cristina noticed the wedding ring on Izzie's finger.

"Oh, you are already Mrs. Sloan officially." She observed.

"Well, yeah…I'm." Izzie bit her lip, trying to hide a big smile.

"Obviously, your boyfriend hasn't noticed this detail." Cristina grinned sarcastically.

"My boyfriend?" Izzie burrowed her brows in confusion.

"Yes, in case you're wondering, he is a handsome man with blond hair and a charming smile." Cristina smirked.

Izzie stared at her friend in disbelief, "Seriously?"

"Izzie, we all make mistakes and we all have a past. Be honest and tell Mark the truth. If he truly loves you, he will understand." Meredith said.

"Meredith, even you think that Rick is my boyfriend?" Izzie asked indignantly. "And that I'm cheating on Mark?" She threw them a terrified look.

"I…" Meredith embarrassed, "No…I did not want to believe it, but Callie persuaded me… It's all her fault. And Cristina's too. She began to ask all those awkward questions, and he seemed to have all the answer to them."

"I expected no less from Callie. She hates me, but you….?" Izzie's eyes went wide and her mouth parted in shock.

"Don't look at me like that." Cristina put on her innocent face, "Can you blame me for having a little trouble trusting your integrity, Barbie?"

"How can you think that?" Izzie said pretending to be offended.

"It's not our fault. You were the one who had secrets. We don't know what to expect from you. You are full of surprises." Cristina justified herself.

"I was sure he was just an old friend of yours." Meredith hurried to say.

"For the sake of information to your dirty minds, Rick is Mark and Derek's best friend." Izzie informed them.

Meredith managed to wrench her mouth open and gasp. "Aw?"

"Shame on you." Izzie hissed.

"Well, the fact that this guy is their best friend doesn't mean that one of you won't sleep with him some day." Cristina chuckled.

"Sometimes I wonder how she could be your best friend." Izzie turned to Meredith raising an eyebrow questionably.

Miranda was sitting in the front passenger seat but her voice startled them. "Shut up!" She said sharply, "We are almost there. Don't forget the reason we are here. Together we can save lives. Your stupid love problems can wait."

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SGH

Mark and Derek were expecting the accident victims to come. Soon they heard the sound of sirens. Several ambulances with flashing lights parked in front of the hospital entrance. Miranda, Meredith, Cristina and Izzie jumped out of the ambulances.

"We did everything that we could. The rest of the victims have been transported to Mercy West." Miranda reported.

"Fine, we'll take care of them." Mark said. He looked at Izzie and gave her a warm smile, "Hey, you ok?"

She nodded, "I'm fine. What about you?"

"Me too. I'm a bit busy today." He winked at her.

"I'll be at Joe's tonight. Meet me there." She suggested.

"Fine." He agreed. "Rick is with the chief. Take him and wait for me there. I hope to finish soon."

"Ok"

Mark tenderly touched her cheek, "I love you." He whispered.

"I love you too."

"Oh, that sucks." Cristina commented, making disgusting face.

"Yang, watch your mouth or you'll rub the chairs in the gallery next month." Mark snapped at her.

"Your husband is an evil man." Cristina wrinkled her nose.

Izzie shook her head and laughed.

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Callie had changed from her work clothes and now she headed for the elevators. She pushed the button, when her eyes fell on Lexie Grey. She was sitting at the end of the row of chairs. She was motionless, staring straight ahead. Callie hesitated at first and then made her way over to Lexie.

"Hey, you look bad." She looked at her steadily her eyes filled with compassion.

"Thank you very much." Lexie's bottom lip trembled.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to say that." Callie apologized, and then she amended, "Want to grab a drink with me at Joe's?"

"I'm not in a mood." Lexie said and turned once more to stare blankly at the walls.

"Sitting here and feeling sorry for yourself won't help, you know that?"

"Dr. Torres, "Lexie tried to say something but she couldn't finish her sentence.

"Callie"

"Callie, I have no wish at all."

Callie sighed heavily, as she took the vacant seat next to her. "I know very well how you feel right now. And believe me this feeling won't go away. But double vodka really helps; it softens a lot of things."

"Oh, Dr. Torr…. Callie, this is so damn hard. I don't know why I feel this way about him… I have no right… He hasn't promised me anything, but…. I really like him." Lexie swallowed hard pushing back the lump in her throat. "I thought he liked me but…. God! He had not even noticed I was there...I was there so close to him and… then she got out of the ambulance… and you had to see the way he was looking at her. He told her he loved her. And at that moment I would kill to take her place."

"All men are fools." Callie concluded.

Lexie looked at her, forcing a smile.

"C'mon. Change this miserable face. We have a club, right? We are the honorable members. And tonight we have our club meeting." Callie announced proudly.

"Is that so?" Lexie frowned.

"Yes, plus Dr. Stevens will have serious problems with her husband." Callie said, her lips twisting into a content smile.

"What makes you think so?" Lexie asked suspiciously.

"Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. Now go change your clothes. I'll be waiting for you down stairs in the lobby."

But still Lexie didn't look convince.

"You have 5 minutes." Callie warned her and then headed for the elevators.

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At Joe's

Lexie and Callie took a seat at a table near the bar. They were about to say cheers when Izzie and Rick entered the bar. Callie's smirk made Lexie turn her head towards the entrance.

Callie's eyes beamed with excitement as she exclaimed, "Do you see what I see? I told you. Our club will celebrate its first triumph tonight."

"What do you mean?" Lexie asked, obviously confused.

"Mark's sweet wife doesn't waste her time." Callie said scornfully. "I just wonder how she can be so nasty. Just see when Mark knows."

Sighing heavily, Lexie licked her lips and shook her head, "Well, maybe they are just friends."

"This guy is one of her ex boyfriends." Callie insisted.

"We are not sure." Lexie shook her head.

"I'm. She takes him here while Mark is in the OR. But I'll tell him." Callie stated.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Lexie doubted.

Callie didn't want to hear that. She pulled out her phone to send a text message to Mark, and Lexie didn't stop her.

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Izzie and Rick took a seat at the bar.

"Joe, this is Rick."

"Nice to meet you, Rick." Joe smiled widely.

"Rick is Mark and Derek's best friend." Izzie clarified.

"Oh, you haven't slept with Addison Montgomery, have you?" Joe asked, concerned.

"Actually, the truth is that Mark came first there." Rick couldn't help but chuckle.

Izzie stared at him with her mouth open, but he winked at her, "I'm kidding."

"What would you like to drink, guys?" Joe asked.

"I'd take a pint of beer, please." Rick ordered.

"Me too. I'm too tired for something stronger." Izzie sighed. "So, you and Derek haven't met yet."

"Obviously, you work hard here." Rick observed.

"There is no such a thing as a calm day in Seattle Grace Hospital." She told him.

"It's good to know. Dr. Webber offered me a job."

"Really?"

"Yep." He nodded.

"That's great. What do you think?" Izzie asked enthusiastically.

Rick shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know… "He continued wistfully, "There are so many things I'd like to do in my University career, but I miss Mark and Derek a lot." He paused and asked, "What's your advice?"

"Get that job and just try. You don't have to stay here forever. Take this like a challenge."

"Will you bake your wonderful muffins again?" He asked, hopefully.

"Well, this is the very least I could do for you."

"You can bring me muffins any time you want to."

She took his hand and looked into his eyes, saying. "Rick, you helped me so much. I will never forget what you did for me."

"Do you see that?" Callie exclaimed, "Oh my God! I'll take a picture of that. Where is my phone?"

"Rick, you are one of the nicest people I have ever met. I tell you that when people enter in my heart as you have entered I lock the door with you inside and there is no way to go out. You will stay there forever." Izzie declared.

"You know what? I'm afraid you have persuaded me. Actually, I was already convinced when you mentioned the muffins." They both laughed heartily, embracing each other tightly.

"Oh yes baby. That's great. I'm burning with desire Mark to see these pictures." Callie's lips curved up in an impish smile.

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Mark took off his wedding ring and placed it on the sink. "Good surgery, Derek." He said washing his hands.

"You did a pretty good job yourself." Derek replied, as he joined him.

After washing his hands, Mark put his wedding ring again. Derek had noticed that with a slight smirk on his face.

"I can't believe it…." He mumbled.

"What do you mean?"

"The fact that this wedding ring is now on your finger and that you are already with someone who you think you'll spend your life with."

"I have never been happier than I'm now. I like knowing there is someone waiting for me at home. Well, we don't have real home yet but it's amazing feeling."

"I'm glad you feel that way. You know what? I'll start believing that you are totally reformed." Derek said sincerely and then added, "I never thought I would say that, but you'll be a great husband, Mark."

"You have no idea how much your words mean to me."

After Mark and Derek had changed into their civilian clothes, they left the hospital, heading for Joe's bar. Mark switched his phone on while they were walking. His cell phone beeped, indicating a new text message and two photos. "While you are sweating in the OR your fascinating wife is having a great time with another handsome man." Mark laughed out loud when he saw the pictures.

"What's so funny?" Derek asked curiously.

"It's nothing." He replied.

"Where is Izzie?"

"She is waiting for us at Joe's. Where is Meredith?" Mark returned the question.

"She will come later. She has to finish some paper work." Derek replied.

They both entered Joe's bar.

"Oh, yeah! Mark is coming." Callie exclaimed loudly, as she noticed him. "The show has just begun. Where is my drink?" She settled comfortably into her seat as she took a big sip from her drink. Lexie stared at Mark impatiently waiting to see what would happen next.

"Do you think he is gonna punch his face?" Callie was curious, "Oh, hell! I think that from Izzie's beautiful hair won't remain even a trace." Just the thought of it caused a slow smile to spread across her face.

Mark's eyes searched for Izzie as he walked to the bar.

Derek followed him. He saw Izzie, sitting there. She was talking to someone animatedly. At that moment, the man turned his head, and Derek could see his face.

"Oh my God! Am I dreaming? No way? Rick Payne? How did you end up here?" Derek exclaimed.

"Hey, you old man! Nice to see you."

Derek and Rick gave each other a friendly hug. "I can't believe my eyes. What are you doing here?"

"Well, I don't need any kind of special reason to visit my friends." Rick smirked.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Derek asked Mark.

"It was supposed to be a surprise."

"What a lovely surprise." Derek agreed, and then turned to Rick, "When did you arrive here?"

"Last night."

Izzie stood up from her chair and she took a step closer to Mark. He smiled and cupped her face with hands, giving her a tender kiss.

Callie was staring at them with an opened mouth and her eyes popped wide in disbelief.

"What the hell was that?" She couldn't hide her disappointment.

"No clue. But definitely this guy didn't try Mark's punches, plus Izzie Stevens has still got her hair." Lexie commented as she drained the last of her vodka.

Sparks flashed in Callie's eyes. "I can't believe…" She annoyed, "Who the hell is that guy?"

"One thing's for sure, he is not one of the Izzie's ex boyfriends."

"But she was embracing him… and he was waiting for her in the cafeteria…" Callie frowned, "I'll go see what's goin' on there. You wait here, I'll be right back."

"Can you take two vodkas, a double for me?" Lexie cried out after her.

Callie headed for the bar. "Don't you introduce me to your friend? We 've already seen each other but nobody has introduced us officially."

"Dr. Torres," Izzie couldn't help but gave her an ironic smile, "It's my pleasure to present to you Prof. Rick Payne. He, Mark and Derek are fiends for years."

"Aw?" Callie swallowed thickly. She tried to smile, "Nice."

"By the way, Callie, thank you for the nice pictures. I'll keep them." Mark smirked, and she threw him a dead glance.

"Hey guys," At that moment, Meredith joined them and Callie took the opportunity to disappear.

Derek smiled. "Rick, I want to introduce you to my girlfriend Meredith."

"We have already met each other this morning in the cafeteria." Meredith said.

Derek narrowed his eyes, "Am I the only one who didn't know you were here?"

"You have always known last." Rick giggled.

Mark laughed out loudly, as Derek scowled at him, "Funny." He murmured.

"How long time do you intend to stay in Seattle, Rick?" Meredith asked.

"Well, I think I'll stay for a little while."

"Dr. Webber offered Rick a job." Izzie announced.

"Great, we'll be together again just like the good old days." Derek looked delighted.

"Guys, I hope you know you are not already 20 years old." Meredith hinted.

"Of course, things have totally changed. Mark is married." Rick said, and then both he and Derek burst out laughing.

"What do you mean by saying that?" Mark pouted.

"That you are already out of the game." Derek and Rick said together, chuckling.

"Oh, shut up."

"Can you believe that, Rick?" Derek asked, smiling, "Mark, our Mark is married." He took a sip from his drink, when the side of his mouth quirked into a half smile as an idea occurred to him, "Wait! Didn't we have a bet?"

"I don't remember." Rick lied.

"But I do. Do you remember my bachelor party? You said that Mark would marry a porno actress or a stripper?" Derek burst out laughing.

"You said that?" Mark was indignant.

"I want to make it clear…. I was drunk." Rick justified himself.

"I said that Mark would never marry or if he does it, it would be someone special." Derek pointed out.

"I really don't remember." Rick groaned.

"It seems you have been conspiring behind my back." Mark pretended to be offended.

"Rick and I just made a bet, and I won." Derek grinned.

"Remember what I told you?" Rick said to Mark, and then he turned to Meredith, "He never forget things, you should know that."

"I'll have to remember that from now on." She chuckled.

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A few hours later Izzie was sitting in the Mark's car as they drove to the hotel. As his fingers tapped against the steering wheel, Izzie's hand gently rubbed over his leg. She looked at her husband lightly squeezing his thigh.

Mark briefly glanced towards her and smirked before turning his attention back to the road. "We're not going to get anywhere if you do that."

"Doing what?" Izzie put on her innocent face.

"Giving me that look." Mark told her.

"Why do you have to be so sexy?" She cooed.

"Are you trying to seduce me, Dr. Stevens?" Matk asked her, thickly.

Her big brown eyes were dark with her desire as she lifted her head to tell him, "Make love to me, Mark…"

"Huh?"

"Love me now," she said again, stroking the back of his neck lightly. Her voice was low and urgent and incredibly sexy.

"You want right now? Here?"

"Well, I just want you to show me why they call you McSteamy?" She smiled mischievously.

"Are you drunk?" Mark looked at her suspiciously.

"I'm wet." She bit her lips seductively.

"I thought you were a good clean-cut girl." He raised an eyebrow.

Izzie smirked, "I used to be until I met you."

"You're nothing but a tease Stevens."

He drove to a quiet place to park the car and put in a CD. It slowly started playing as he put his seat back and reached to pull her next to him. His hands slid down her sides to her behind where he ran light circles across her waist and hips. His lips met hers with a soft touch. His mouth moved slowly, his tongue probing, exploring hers. She kissed him back, gently at first, then more insistently. Her passion stirred his, and he devoured her mouth, as their heat started to rise.

He broke away from her. "Didn't you prefer comfortable?"

"Things change." She grinned devilishly.

"I like that idea." He said huskily,"I like that idea very much."

"Thought you might." She smirked as she started removing his shirt. He raised his arms over his head so that she could more easily remove his shirt.

"You're certainly on fire today," He noticed.

"I can't help it," She said breathily. "It's entirely your fault."

"There's one thing I have to say before we do this." He whispered.

"What's that?"

"I love you," he said.

"Oh, you are romantic?"

"You'd better get used to it," he said. "I've spent so many months not saying the things I wanted to say that I'm not all that inclined to hold back now."

"I don't want you to hold back anything, ever again. I love you too."

Mark kissed the side of her neck, his lips sliding from just below her ear to the curve of her shoulder. His face spread into a grin and he dragged his fingers up the outside of her thighs, hitching her skirt up slightly as his hands wandered up and down her long legs. Suddenly his phone began to ring but it didn't deter him as he chose to ignore it. He had more important things to take care of like his wife.

Her fingers slid down the length of his chest and found the soft skin beneath his waistband. Her hands worked at his belt buckle. Slowly she popped open his button and tugged down his zipper, slipping her hands inside the denim to the fabric beneath. She stroked him gently, causing his kisses to become more forceful and his hands to slip across the thin fabric beneath her skirt. He was already so hard for her as she gently stroked him. She knew just how to drive him wild, her hands gently encircling his shaft, then barely touching him as her fingers swirled around his swollen tip. She smiled as she felt him pulse in her hands .

"Christ, that feels so fucking amazing." Mark groaned quietly.

His fingers gently slid to find her silk stockings. He gently ran them over her soft thighs to her panties. She could hear herself gasp. He slipped his fingers around the top lace of her panties and began to tug them down. After he removed them completely his fingers caressed up and down her folds finding their way to her most secret places. He heard her moan and felt her open her thighs wider in a woman's surrender and invitation.

"Ahhh Gods, Mark… Ohhh, yes," she encouraged huskily.

He took her in his arms, drew her onto his lap, and kissed her. Izzie helped him along and swing her leg over the other side of him without breaking the kiss for a second.
Her legs were wrapped around him, as he pushed his body in between her thighs feeling her strain hard against his waist. His bare chest was pressed against her shirt and she found herself wishing they were both more naked.

His hands slid up beneath her shirt and he pulled it slowly over her head, pausing to stare at her almost bare chest.
"God you're beautful," He reached two hands around and slipped her bra clasp open, revealing her breasts to his eyes. He cupped one of her breasts in his hands and gently sucked on the nipple. This made her cry out, her own body betraying her arousal. He moved his attention to her other breast, repeating the same process.

"Mark, please…." She said, her voice rough with desire.

"Please what?" He asked hoarsely.

"I… want… you…."

"I think that can be arranged," Mark grinned, as he helped her to straddle him. She wrapped her fingers around his length and carefully sank down to impale herself upon him, joining their bodies as one and savoring a satisfying fullness.

They rocked together, on the black-leather of the front seat to his car. She couldn't stop the moans and pants exploding from her throat.

His hands locked on her hips and guided her movements, up and down, gradually faster. She was riding him hard, and her breasts bounced with every movement. His hands urged her to go faster, harder, and his hips thrust to match her rhythm. He stared at her breasts and his eyes looked glazed. His fingers gently cupped her breast. He kissed her, rolling her hardening nipple between his fingers. She threw her head back and cried out at the full feeling. He teased her nipple with his tongue, alternating from left to right.

"Oh god keep going," she whispered out not wanting him to stop for anything,.

Mark buried his face between her breasts and whispered "I couldn't stop even if I tried".

He slid one hand over her belly and his thumb burrowed down until he found her clit, hard, swollen and throbbing.

She rocked with him until her body tensed. He watched as the sensations surged and ebbed until her eyes closed for a moment while her moment of release washed over her. He could feel the spasms within her before she collapsing against his chest.

He was very close himself and didn't want to waste another second. He came too, thrusting and shuddering beneath her.

She curled up on top of him, still holding him inside her. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. They were silent for a moment, considering what had happened.

"I'm a very naughty girl aren't I." Izzie concerned.

"You are, but I like it, I don't know why I like it but I do" He whispered into her ear.

"Would I be pushing my luck if I wanted another of this?" She ventured to ask.

"The next time we make love I want my back to be put on the bed." He observed.

"I don't understand why you do complain. This is a very comfortable car." Izzie pointed out.

"Say it to my back. I can be flexible, but not that flexible." Mark smirked.

"Hmmm… " Izzie bit her lips, smiling.

"I think we should go home now, before anything else happens." He chuckled.

Meanwhile in New York

"I'm sorry." The secretary said, as she hung up the phone, "No answer."

"Try again." The woman ordered, flipping a page in her magazine.

"This will be my 20-th attempt to contact him. Probably, he is in a surgery." The secretary suggested.

"At this time? No," the woman shook her head firmly, "I can only imagine what he is doing right now."

The secretary smirked.

"Well, fine then." Sighing, the woman threw her magazine to the side and she stood up from the sofa, "Call the pilot to prepare the airplane. Tell him we are going to Seattle."

"You'll show up in Seattle without warning him?" The secretary looked concerned.

"What choice does he give me?" The woman raised an eyebrow questionably.