Break time at Seattle Grace was an open-fest for gossip. Nurses, interns, doctors alike, would all get their days fill in just twenty minutes. Who's dating who, who slept with who, who's crying over who and just who did Dr. Shepard and Dr. Grey think they were fooling? They couldn't possibly out-wit the professionals they worked with on a daily basis could they? Nurse Debbie heard that they'd done it in the on-call room twice and then snuck out to the parking lot for another round----Nurse Calloway heard that Addison caught them in the parking lot. Male Nurse Josh Carrington heard that Addison had slept with Meredith's date in the women's washroom. Of course, none of that was true----accept the on-call room----but who cared? It was just so—juicy.

All of the interns, minus Meredith, who was getting her arm checked by Dr. Baily, were outside enjoying a warm evening. Temperatures were medium, as were tempers.

"He asked her to what?" Cristina hissed, coffee mid-way to her lips. Her dark eyes were full of disbelief. "Is he crazy or just plain old stupid? Isn't there some kind of rule that states that you just can't live with someone after a couple of weeks."

"It is usually called common sense." Said George. "He doesn't seem to have any."

"He's a man in love." Izzy countered, taking up for Finn. She took a big bite of her bagel. "He's one of those people who just knows what he wants."

"Stalker." Alex muttered. "He's seriously disturbed if he asks her to move away with him. He's only known her for like two months. Dude's messed up if you ask me."

"Well, nobody would expect a person like you to understand what it feels like to actually care about someone." Izzy snapped cooly. He rolled his eyes, as did Cristina. "That's why I"m marrying the most wonderful man in the world and you are going to end up alone."

His eyes saucered wide. "Hey now-----just because you've got it in your head that this heart guy is the McDreamy of hospital patients does not mean that----"

Cristina put out her hand and shook her head. They were not going to re-hash this conversation for the millionth time. Most of the time Izzy and Alex were like feuding teenagers and it drove her nuts. "Okay kids, we're not going there again. I'm all used up on that little melodrama." She commented dryly, anxious to get back to the topic at hand.

"Amen to that." George muttered, taking a big sip of coffee. "Let's just not go there. I don't think my head can handle it."

"Shut up O'Malley." Alex snapped, throwing his wadded up napkin at George. "At least I don't have to bone a chick that's twice my size and desperate to boot."

George refused to be goaded into an argument. "Well----then there's just more for me, isn't there? You really are a classy guy. Really classy. Maybe someday you'll understand what it means to be in a real relationship, Karev." Even though George wasn't angry, his words hit home. Alex wasn't big on feelings, emotions or even fidelity—But it didn't take a fool to see that he knew he'd messed up royally with Isobelle Stevens----and now it was too late.

Alex didn't respond, only shot Izzy a scathing glance and got to his feet. "Whatever."

Cristina shook her head—not having time for moody, brooding men. "Anyway, what did she tell him?"

Izzy sighed. "She was so shocked I don't think she could say much."

Cristina framed her hands in the air, like the lights of a billboard. "How about, 'No thanks—I'm all filled up with crazy'. The nut house is down the street."

George chuckled. "I guess the man has plans. If Meredith moves to New York with him at least he'd have her all to himself."

Everyone turned at the sound of a tray dropping to the ground.

It was none other than Dr. McDreamy himself.

And he did not look pleased.