"He scared me"

Cristina and Meredith sit on the couch in the living room, a bucket of licorice sits between them.

"What?"

Meredith asks with a mouthful of twislers.

"Burke. He was laying there, hurt and for a second I thought, I'm stupid. I can't let myself get close to this man. For purely selfish reasons of course"

"Of course"

"He knew. He probably hates me--I apologized but I don't think he bought it…I don't think I bought it either"

There's a long pause.

"I had sex with Derek--in the hospital--during prom"

"I never win at this game"

She swallows what's in her mouth and looks over at Meredith.

"Meredith…"

"I know"

"He's married"

"I know"

"I mean, he's married to another Doctor that you see everyday--"

"I know"

"It's very hard to hate that woman"

"I know"

"Plus, she's hot"

"I know"

"You're a horrible person"

"I know--so are you"

"I know"

"I'm so glad I found you"

"I know"

Pause.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know"

She sighs.

"I need ice cream"

She stands up and walks into the kitchen as George walks down the stairs.

"Well, she's not sleeping"

He says, flopping down on the couch, next to Cristina.

"So, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing!"

She throws a piece of candy at his face.

"Ow! Stop harassing me!"

"Stop being such a wimp O'Malley!"

She throws another twislers at him and he jumps on her again. They slap each other around, not hearing the knock on the front door.

Meredith walks back in the living room with a bowl of ice cream in hand, Callie is beside her holding a box of doughnuts and cookies, a gym bag thrown over her shoulder.

"Well, there he is. There's your boyfriend"

Meredith says to Callie, putting a spoonful of ice cream in her mouth.

"Yep. My boyfriend"

George and Cristina look up from the couch, both out of breath.

"Callie. You're here"

George stammers, still trying to pull away from Cristina's grasp.

"Sorry Callie. I won't hurt him"

Cristina says, slapping George's face.

"Oh, don't worry about it. Knock yourself out"

With that she walks away into the kitchen. Meredith rolls her eyes.

"Children"

She follows Callie into the kitchen.

"Will you--get off!"

George pushes Cristina off him and on the floor and makes a run for the kitchen.

"Callie--"

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"How's Izzie doing?"

Callie asks Meredith, dropping her bag on the floor and placing the box of doughnuts on the kitchen counter. She isn't bringing up the incident Meredith had taken apart in not an hour ago and Meredith was thankful to say the least.

"We don't know exactly"

Meredith answers, taking a seat across from Callie.

"She's been upstairs since we got home. She's not sleeping though, we can hear her moving around"

"Hmm"

George hops in, instantly wrapping his arms around Callie's waist and kissing her cheek.

"Hi"

"Hi"

"Is that food?"

"Yeah. I brought some doughnuts and cookies. I thought you guys might be hungry. I was going to get a pizza but everything was closed"

"No, this is great. Thanks Callie"

He goes straight for the box and puts a cookie in his mouth, sitting next to his girlfriend.

Cristina comes in.

"Oh, dude, you brought food? I like you"

Both Cristina and Meredith reach for a cookie. Callie takes that as a partial acceptance and hides a smile.

"Has anyone checked on Izzie yet?"

"I tried"

George says, with a mouthful of cookie.

"She threw a shoe at me and told me to get out"

"I'm going to go and try to talk to her"

She walks out of the kitchen. Meredith, Cristina and George all reach for another cookie.

"I have the best girlfriend"

"Izzie?"

Callie calls softly, first knocking on the door then letting herself in. She sees Izzie's clothes all over the floor. She is sitting in a pile of clothes, rummaging in pajama pants and a bra. Tensely looking through the pile.

"Can I come in?"

"I--I can't believe I don't have a plain black shirt. Not one damned black shirt!"

Callie slowly shuts the door behind her and approaches Izzie.

"Can you help me find a black shirt?"

"Sure"

She sits next to her and begins to look through the same pile. She didn't really like Izzie and she knew Izzie wasn't fond of her either but, she understood pain she was in love with a man who didn't love her and she felt like she had almost lost him and Izzie could sense that in her.

"All these clothes and I can't find one shirt"

She laughs.

"Don't you hate it when you know you have something but you can't find it?"

"Izzie…"

"Maybe over her"

She stands up, opens the drawer from the nightstand by her bed, grabs a bunch of shirts from it and throws on the bed.

"Come--help me"

"Izzie--"

"Help me"

She looks at Callie now, pleading with her eyes.

"You're having sex with my best friend. Help me find a shirt"

Callie stops for a second.

"Okay"

She stands up and walks over to stand next to Izzie. She starts looking through the new pile of clothes.

"So, how's George treating you? Is he treating you alright?"

"Yeah. He is"

"Good"

"Izzie…"

"Oh. I found it"

She picks up a shirt and slips it over her head.

"It wasn't your fault Izzie"

"It's wrinkled"

She pulls at the hem of the shirt, trying to smooth it out.

"You didn't kill him. There was nothing you could have done. It was his time. There was nothing you could have done. If you don't want to hear it from your friends then listen to me. Believe me. You tried…that's the best we can do. We can try. But when it's time to let go, it's time"

Izzie looks down at her hands--a sob escapes her and her shoulders begin to shake. She covers her face with both hands and cries silently.

Callie touches her shoulder and she breaks into painful sobs. Callie brings her in to hold her as Izzie clings to her, crying hysterically.

"It's okay, Izzie"

Izzie continues to cry and her legs suddenly give out on her.

"Hey, hey…"

Callie lowers down on the bed and as Izzie continues to cry on her shoulder, she rubs her back to somehow reassure her.

"It's okay…"

Downstairs, Meredith, George and Cristina have just heard Izzie's sobs.

"Oh my God. Is she crying?"

Meredith asks Cristina.

"She is. Oh, she's good George"

"Shut up"

A couple of minutes later, the three are walking into Izzie's room, where she is laying in the fetal position, crying in Callie's arms, keeping a tight grip on Callie still. Callie looks up at them and waves for them to come in.