Chapter 28:
January 18, 2007- Seattle, Washington

Cristina got into her car at the airport in Seattle. Knowing that Burke was going to be at the hospital, she headed towards a small apartment near the hospital. Despite the time of night, she put her key in the door and barged in. The small apartment was quiet and dark, but Cristina easily knew her way around and could see everything as though it was light.

In front of her was a small kitchen. The cabinets and tile were white and the counters where in an L shape with light green counters. There was a small island that separated the kitchen from an equally small living room. Izzie had a couch, a television, a coffee table, and a bookcase in her living room. Going a little further back was the small dinning area with a small wooden table and an overhead light. In between the dinning area and the living room was a small hallway. Off the hallway were three doors: a guest room, and master bedroom, and a bathroom. Cristina knocked loudly on both of the bedroom doors, being sure to wake up the occupants. She turned around and turned on all the lights in the front of the apartment before sitting down on the couch.

Slowly the two roommates stumbled out of their rooms. They looked at each other with tired eyes that were being blinded by the light. Both of them were confused until they looked in the living room and saw who was sitting on the couch. Cristina looked in their direction and was amused by their appearance. George had sweat pants on with one leg that was obviously rolled up accidentally in his sleep and he was missing a sock. His gray shirt was wrinkled and his hair was completely out of place. Izzie's hair looked just as bed, tangled and knotted. She was wearing a small tank top and a pair of pants, showing a little bit of her stomach between the two. She had a silk robe wrapped around her, inside out.

The two disheveled interns staggered into the living room and dumped themselves on either side of Cristina. Cristina looked at both of them. Izzie still looked bitterly pissed off, but George looked guilty. Even though she happened to like both of those emotions more than happiness, especially when it came to the Izzie kind of happy, she decided it was her job to at least get rid of the pissed off bitterness.

"I'm going to kill both of you."

"What? Why?" Izzie asked harshly, proving that she not only looked utterly bitter and pissed off, but she was bitter and pissed off.

"Because I think McDreamy has me on speed dial," Cristina said.

"Once again, Meredith. It's always Meredith."

"Are you jealous, Izzie?" Cristina asked.

Izzie rolled her eyes, "Why the hell would I be jealous of her?"

"Because she's in love, was happy, is an amazing doctor, and a lot of other things that I'm not going to say because it'll ruin my image," Cristina said.

"I'm so not jealous."

George finally seemed to wake up and tune into the conversation, "She's right, you are jealous."

"No. No I'm not, I just don't feel like having every second of my life revolved around her!" Izzie said.

"Our lives revolved around you after Denny died," George said under his breath.

Izzie stood up, now even more bitter and pissed off, "No they didn't. Everyone was focused on Meredith because she was so in 'love' or whatever with Derek. And then she left. Then everyone forgot about Denny and everyone was upset about her. No one ever asked if I was okay. Or how I was doing. All everyone thought and talked about for six months was Meredith. Except for me. I thought about Denny. Only me," Izzie shouted at them before stomping off back into her room.

"Good job, bambi," Cristina said sarcastically to George, "And you have to live with her."

"Shut up."

"Now back to what I was going to say. You and Izzie need to get off Meredith's back because she's getting drunk again and as unbelieveable as it might seem, Meredith was sober for six months. You guys are making things harder on her and Derek. Now Derek is complaining to me and I don't feel like being complained to because it messes with my life," Cristina said.

"You sound like Bailey," George said under his breath again.

"You really need to learn how to be quieter with those comments," Cristina said before getting up and walking out of the apartment.