Okay, so...FINAL CHAPTER! This chapter is devoted to all of you, for being such great fans! Love! Happiness! A SEQUEL! Yes, I said it...I'm planning a sequel! For more information, I recommend hitting my profile, where I've posted a letter to my fans about what I'm working on now...

The song for this chapter is "Day Break" by Northstar, cause yeah...that's what I was listening to when I wrote it...

The apartment was silent, and given the activities of the day, the couple inside wanted to keep it that way. The second they'd walked in the door, they'd dropped their coats to the floor and headed to the bedroom where they both crawled into bed and tried to sleep. It wasn't working.

Cristina was lying very still, not wanting to turn over or even move in case she bumped Burke and his still fresh bullet wound. Okay, so bullet wound was an exaggeration for the scratch on his rib cage from a ricocheting bullet, but it'd still terrified her. At a different angle, it could have hit his heart...he'd have died. So, naturally, Cristina had freaked. She'd immediately dragged Burke to another ER room and sown it up herself, before threatening to make him get a full body CAT scan just to make sure he wasn't hurt anywhere else. Common sense won out, and she'd reluctantly left him to go answer questions for the cops.

"Is something wrong?"

Cristina jumped and looked guiltily over her shoulder at Burke, who still had his eyes closed. "No...yes...no."

Burke sighed and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"We almost died today."

"And?"

"We almost died today."

"If you're going to be a surgeon, you should know that these situations come along sometimes."

"No, they don't! They only happen at this frickin' hospital."

Burke smiled. "Well, if you're going to be a Seattle Grace Hospital surgeon, then you're going to..."

"I get the picture. This hospital is really melodramatic. Full of tensions, and relationships, and danger...sometimes I wish I'd chosen somewhere else to do my residency."

Burke pulled Cristina closer. "Then you wouldn't have met me."

"And you're just wonderful," Cristina replied sarcastically as she cuddled into his uninjured side.

"I know. I'm Preston Burke, you know."

She laughed. "Yeah, we've been through that speech several times."

"God, I'm tired," Burke moaned, stretching a bit before settling down again.

"What's on schedule tomorrow?"

"Dr. Webber said we could take tomorrow off..." Burke said as he looked down as Cristina. In unison, they shook their heads. "I've got a triple bypass, at nine, then in the afternoon I'm operating on a patient with Idiopathic Pulmonary Fibrosis."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me."

That, of course, made Preston crack up. When he finally stopped laughing, mostly because of the pain that little bullet scratch was causing him, he finally remember something that had been nagging him all day.

"Did you find out who was named incoming Chief?"

Cristina nodded, and tried to figure out a nice way to tell him in just a few seconds. "It's not you."

Burke raised an eyebrow and nodded. "I figured."

"Apparently, Dr. Webber made some funny cracks about how none of his attendings could keep their hands off the interns."

"Well, that's nice...maybe they shouldn't allow such attractive interns to run around."

"You better just be talking about me."

Burke kissed the crown of Cristina's head and smiled. "Of course. So, who is it?"

"Well, apparently, Webber and the board of directors had some big arguments, because he's not happy with who they chose."

"Who'd they choose?"

"A certain East Coast hotshot plastic surgeon. They're trying to attract some of that big money to our fair hospital."

Burke nodded his head as he tried to figure out who she was referring to. "Reynolds?"

"No."

"Lee?"

"Nope."

Suddenly, it dawned on him. "Not Sloane? Mark Sloane? Most renowned plastic surgeon on the East Coast...hell, the West Coast too?"

"The one and the same."

"I wonder why he would agree to coming here. It's a big step down for him, salary and career-wise."

"I guess we'll find out later...I just wanna get in on some of those groundbreaking operations.

Preston was used to such talk from Cristina, and sat there in peace for a few minutes as they both relaxed. It was the silence that lured them both into confessions of sorts.

"I love you, Cristina."

"I kept my apartment, Burke."

"You kept your apartment?"

"I love you too."

FINISHED! BRAVA! YAYAYAYAYAYAY! I hope we all liked it! I, personally, loved working on it! YAY! Now, for info on the upcoming sequel and more one-shots, once again, go hit my profile...it tells you everything...like magic...