Season 2 of Grey's Anatomy:
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This story is based on the preview that was just released.
Meredith just stood there completely shocked and confused. She saw George walking by. Meredith ran over completely leaving Derek behind without even looking back.
"George, get me out of here. Please."
"Yeah. Sure. Come on."
George and Meredith clung to each other by the arm as they rushed out of the hospital. On the way out they ran into Cristina.
"Cristina? Are you okay? You look like you have been crying."
"No. I'm not."
"Then come with us." Offered George.
"Yeah sure. Just hurry."
The three ran out and hopped into Meredith's car. Meredith just drove to a distance bar and said, "We're stopping here."
"Thank you lord." Said George.
"I could use a drink." Added Cristina as the three quickly went into the bar.
Meredith quickly ordered, "3 beers and 6 shots of Tequila."
"What would life be like without alcohol?" asked Cristina.
"Crappier than usual." Replied George.
"So what brings you here, Cristina?" asked Meredith.
"Ok. I'll tell you but don't tell anyone… especially Izzy."
"Deal." Meredith and George said in unison.
"I'm pregnant." Said Cristina bluntly. George spit out the swing of beer he was drinking and Meredith choked on her Tequila.
"What!" they both asked in unison.
"You heard me."
"Who is the father?" asked Meredith.
"Burke."
"All the more reason to drink." Added Meredith.
"To idiotic attendings." Meredith toasted.
"and beating up Alex." Added George.
"That was good Bambi." Said Cristina.
"So what did Sheperd do?" asked George.
"Married." Said Meredith just as bluntly as Cristina.
"Ouch. Can I crash at your place tonight?" added Cristina.
"Yeah sure. If we can even drive." Said George.
"I'm getting drunk. To hell with the hangover. I'll worry about that tomorrow. I could just raid the drug-lockup." Said Meredith.
"Hell yes." Said George.
"Hey George, if we get drunk enough; you'll get lucky." Said Cristina on her third beer.
By the end of the night, Meredith drank a whole bottle of Tequila, Cristina had 6 beers and George had 4 beers. George drove home and the three just barely made it to the couch before falling into a deep, yet painful sleep.
Izzy made her way home from the hospital. She had a rough and long shift and was utterly tired. As she walked into the house, there was an intense scent of alcohol. She glanced on the couch and saw that George had his arms around Meredith's waist and Cristina's head on his legs. Izzy was a bit hurt but she forced a smile. 'Why did they go drinking without me?' thought Izzy to herself. She laid down in her bed and thought, 'What could be going on? I don't get it. What is it that could be so bad that they couldn't tell me?' As these thoughts ran through her mind; Izzy eased herself into a deep sleep.