OK…. Sorry it took me so long to update but seriously my life has had more drama in it lately than than episode of Grey's Anatomy, which is… a lot. But anyways, here it is the fourth and final chapter. Enjoy!

"I feel like one of those cartoon characters who's gotten continuously bashed over the head with a mallet." Christina groans from where she lays on the bench in the lock room.

"I think they took their turn on me when they finished with you." Meredith responds sliding down her locker and taking a seat on the floor.

"I told you guys were gonna regret it in the morning." George shouted from where he stood at his locker. Meredith and Christina both shot him glares in response. "Ok, shutting up now." He mumbled turning back to his locker. Izzie walked into the room as Meredith and Christina began to stand.

"Word on the street is that Burke is looking for you Christina, and he is not happy." She said walking over to her locker.

"Yeah, what else is new." Christina said rubbing her forehead in obvious pain.

"People let's move! I aint got all morning!" Bailey shouted into the locker room. They piled out of the locker room single file into the hallway where they were met with Bailey and Alex. "Ok, Grey and O'Malley you're in the pit." They both groaned. "Go!" Bailey yelled and smiled as they both scurried away. "Stevens, you're with the female Shepard, Karev you're with the male Shepard. And Yang…" she says looking up at the only intern left in front of her. Christina sighed, already knowing what was coming. "You're with Dr. Burke. Gunshot wound to the chest, meet him down in the ER"

"Lucky me." She mumbled as she headed for the elevator. She wasn't in the mood for another argument, she was barely in the mood for a patient, which was unusual for her.

"What've we got?" Burke said entering the ER trauma room. He pauses for a moment when he sees Christina across the room. Christina sighs and then answers.

"Becky Simpson, 27, GSW to the chest. No exit wound. Immediate return of 700 CCs of blood from the chest. According to the paramedic, she's put out more than 150 CCs in the past hour." Christina responds, careful not to make eye contact with him. Burke quickly examines the patient.

"Ok, she's stable for now. Push morphine 5mg. Order chest films, we need to determine where this bullet has lodged itself before proceeding. Page me when you're done." Burke says professionally and then turns and leaves the room.

"Yes sir." Christina says sarcastically.

Christina stands in front of the x-ray board studying the films intently. Burke enters the room behind her.

"You paged?" he says walking up to stand next to her.

"Yeah I got the films."

"Looks like the bullets lodged between the 2nd and 3rd vertebrae, and nicked the artery right there." He said pointing to the film. "That's our bleeder. Book the OR." He says before turning to leave. She looks on after him and grabs the films off the board. Burke pauses at the door. "You didn't come home last night."

"No I didn't." she says. He nods, clearly upset with her short answer. "Burke…" she starts before being cut off by a nurse who enters the room.

"Doctor Burke, Mrs. Simpson's husband is in the waiting room. He'd like to know what's going on if you could go talk to him." The nurse says.

"Yeah we'll be there in a minute." He says to her. He then looks back to Christina. "Are you coming?" he asks. She sighs.

"Yeah." She says following him out of the room.

"Mr. Simpson, my name is Dr. Burke, this is Dr. Yang." Burke says shaking the worried man's hand.

"How is she Dr.?" the young man says nervously raking his hand through his hair.

"Well right now Becky is stable, but the bullet is lodged between her ribs and nicked an artery."

"OMG how can this be happening." He said beginning to pace in front of the doctors. "This isn't happening." He continues clearly upset.

"Mr. Simpson, why don't you sit down. Try to relax." Burke says motioning to the chair behind him. The man does as he's told and sits. Burke takes the seat across from him.

"Is she going to die? She can't die. You're going to save her right doctor?" he says eyes pleading. Burke quickly glances up toward Christina, before addressing Mr. Simpson.

"We're going to do everything we can. She's lost a lot of blood and we need to repair the artery immediately. We need you to sign the consent forms for the surgery." Burke explains. Mr. Simpson looks up at him, eye's tearing.

"We were arguing." He says looking helpless.

"Excuse me?" Burke asks confused.

"When she left the house this morning, we were arguing. Her ex-boyfriend showed up yesterday and I got jealous. We argued, did a bit of name calling, and she left. And now she might die." Tears were streaming down his face at this point. Burke sighs looking down at the floor.

"Mr. Simpson…"

"You have to save her doctor! She can't die, I need to tell her how sorry I am, I need to tell her that I love her. Please Doctor Burke." He pleads desperately dropping his head into his hands. Burke stands and places a hand on his shoulder.

"We're going to everything we can." He says again before walking away.

Burke and Christina walk in silence over to the elevator. The doors open and they enter the empty elevator together. Several seconds pass in silence, both their minds contemplating Mr. Simpson's situation and their own.

"Is the OR ready?" Burke finally breaks the silence.

"Yeah they're prepping it now." Christina responds. A few more seconds pass.

"Christina"

"Burke" They both address each other at the same time and sigh as the elevator doors slide open. "I'll see you in there." Christina says before turning down the hallway.

"I'm sorry." He whispers to himself as he watches her go.

Christina was just as much affected by Mr. Simpson's dilemma as Burke was. She angrily scrubbed her hands outside the OR. Their argument was so stupid, a waste of time and energy. How would she feel if she were Mr. Simpson and Burke had gotten shot and the last memory she had of him were them arguing over the her falling asleep during sex and the amount of people she had had sex with? What a stupid argument! She thought again scrubbing her hands even harder. Her thoughts were interrupted when Burke entered the scrub room.

"Hey." He said as he grabbed the soap and started scrubbing his hands next to her.

"Hi." She responded.

"Christina…" he began but was distracted by the flat line sound coming from the OR.

"Dr. Burke, she crashing!" shouted a nurse from inside the OR. Both doctors rush into the room.

"Give me a scalpel!" Burke demands as he rushes to the table.

"Christina get in here and help re-tract. Nurse get the interior paddles ready." He shouts.

"She's losing too much blood." Burke mumbles. "Paddles." He shouts grabbing them from the nurse. "Charge to 300. Clear" he shouts as he shocks the heart and looks up at the heart monitor.

"Nothing." Christina says.

"350" he shouts. "Clear." He shocks again, and sighs when she is still flat lining.

"Dammit. Come on! 400!" he shouts urgently. "Clear." He shouts again. Everyone stares at the monitor which is still flat lining.

"She's gone." Christina says dejectedly as she begins taking her gloves off.

"No! Charge to 450!" Burke demands.

"Burke…" Christina starts.

"No, she's not dieing like this. He has to tell her he's sorry!" Burke says evenly but she could detect the emotion behind his. "450" he says again to the nurse. "Clear!" he shocks again. Everyone's eyes are locked on the monitor. Then suddenly it beeps, and everyone sighs a collective sigh of relief.

"Rhythm is back, and pressure is rising." Christina says putting on a fresh pair of gloves. Burke takes a deep breath.

"Alright, let's see if we can repair this artery shall we?" Burke says.

Burke took off his scrub cap as he walked down the hallway leading to the waiting room. He spotted Mr. Simpson seated in the corner immediately.

"Mr. Simpson." Burke addressed walking over to the younger man.

"Dr. Burke!" Mr. Simpson shot out of his chair. "How is she?" he asked urgently.

"Well she gave us a scare there in the beginning but we were able to retrieve the bullet and repair the artery."

"So she's going to be fine?" he asks hopefully. Burke smiles.

"Yes she's going to be fine."

After leaving the waiting room, Burke quickly made his way to the intern lockeroom. He'd wanted to talk to Christina all day. But every opportunity had been interrupted.

He made his way into the lockeroom and saw that it was empty except for George who was pulling on a t-shirt.

"Hey Dr. Burke." George greeted.

"O'Malley, Hey." Burke responds looking around. "Have you seen Christina?"

"Uh yeah, she just left with Meredith. They were heading back to the house." George answers closing his locker and grabbing his backpack off the bench.

"Oh." Burke's shoulders slumped for a second. "So she spent last night at your place?" he asked.

George chuckled before answering. "Yeah, that's where she always is when you guys have a fight. Well either there or Joe's."

Burke smiles. "Thanks O'Malley." He says before turning to leave.

Christina turned the lock to the apartment door. She had had to stop at Meredith's apartment to pick up a few things she had left from the night before. The apartment was unusually quiet, but she knew he was home because she had seen his car in the garage.

She threw her jacket and bag to the side, carefully balancing the plate she was holding. As she walked further into the apartment she saw that the nightstand lamp in the bedroom was on. She walked to the door and saw Burke lying there, head buried in a book. He looked up when he sensed her stare.

"Hey." He said dropping the book to his lap.

"Hey." She responded walking over and sitting herself next to him on the bed.

"What have you got there?" he asked motioning to the plate she held.

She smiled. "I made you some cupcakes as a peace offering." She explained. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "Ok fine, Izzie made the cupcakes, but I helped frost them." She confessed causing him to laugh. He grabbed the plate out of her hands and placed it on the nightstand next to them.

"Come here." He said pulling her onto his lap. She relaxed in his arms and nuzzled her head under his neck. "Christina, I'm sorry. About everything."

"I know, so am I." she responded. They both sighed and remained silent for a few moments.

"You know you never did answer my question." Burke said smirking.

"What question was that?" she asked.

"The one about how many."

"Burke…" she groaned. "It doesn't matter. Wanna know why?" she said pulling her head back to look at him.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because the list ends with you. You're the last guy I'll ever sleep with, so all the guys before you don't matter." She explains before leaning down to kiss him. He sighed into her lips as her words washed over him. When Christina pulled back and opened her eyes she saw Burke smiling up at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Did you just propose to me?" he asked still smiling. Christina's eyes widened and she immediately jumped back out of his grasp.

"What? No!" she denied.

"Yes you did!" he argued.

"Burke, I think I'd know if I proposed to you. And I didn't!"

Burke laughed as he leaned back against the headboard.

"Maybe not in so many words. But you did it in your 'I'm an intern, and with my young, hip intern mind I'm going to talk circles around my older, less hip attending boyfriend and propose without really proposing and he'll never know the difference.'" Burke ended his speech with a smile. Christina fought it, but couldn't help the smirk that appeared on her face as she crept closer to where he lay on the bed.

"Burke?"

"Yeah?" he responded looking up at her face which was now hovering over his.

She smiled. "Shut up." She said before kissing him.

OK, that's it. Hope you guys liked it. Let me know!