A/N: Hello awesome readers! We would like to start off by wishing you guys a happy Valentine's day whether you are single or not. Apologies if it took us a while to post this week. I, jentaylord, was pretty sick this week. Anyway, we hope you enjoy!

Meredith rushed around the house, trying to prepare for the day she had had a late start too. Sleeping through her alarm wasn't exactly the best way to start the day, she'd never been more thankful for Bailey crying out for her in the early hours of the morning. With the kids fed and dressed, Meredith headed for the front door, Bailey on her hip and Zola on her side. She opened the door and found a familiar face staring at her.

"What are you -" She began.

"We haven't talked for awhile, I was worried or whatever. Are you gonna let me in?" Cristina stood in front of Meredith.

"I'm already late, Cristina."

"I can't go to the hospital, Owen can't know I'm here."

"Why don't you want Owen to know -"

"Can we talk about it later?"

"Yeah you can stay here with the kids." Meredith smiled and handed Bailey over to Cristina.

"Um, you want me to watch the kids?" Cristina asked awkwardly.

"It's not the first time. I'll be home tonight, text me if you need anything."

"Okay." Cristina nodded.

Meredith rushed off to her car and Cristina walked into the house, Zola looking up at her with big eyes.

"Do you remember me at all, kid?" Cristina asked Zola who nodded furiously. "Good."

"Hey, Owen. Are you busy today?" said Callie as she walked pass the nurses' station.

"Hmm? No. Why?" he asked, confused.

"Nothin'. Just asking," she smiled and walked away.

The redhead shook his head and continued his conversation with the nurse.

A few hours later, a blonde stood next to him in the ER. He moved away to check a few other patients before sitting at the ER's desk. The woman was still there.

"May I help you?"

"You're Owen Hunt, right?"

"Yes. Do you need anything?"

The woman's eyebrows furrowed.

"You're rude."

The blonde walked away, revealing Callie hiding further away who quickly walked away. Owen had a few other weird encounters. Callie was always near him when they happened. As it went on, the man grew suspicious of his friend. He decided to put an end to these peculiar events.

"Callie."

The latina jumped in surprise.

"Goddamn it, Owen! Don't come up to me like that. Are you trying to kill me?" exclaimed the woman.

"That depends. Do you have anything to do with these women who come up to me since this morning."

"Uh- Of course not," she said, nervously.

"Right. Well, you keep peeking from far away. I mean, you're not the most subtle person I've met," he continued. "Guess I will have to call security to keep an eye on the ER."

"No! Wait. Okay. I signed you up on a online dating site."

"You what now?"

"OkCupid. It's a great app. Alright. I think you are ready to go on a few dates."

"You can't do that."

"C'mon Owen. It's for your own good," she argued.

Owen sighed. "I don't have time for this."

"You're my new work husband, I need you to be happy."

"I'm your what?" Callie opened her mouth to answer. "You know what never mind. I am happy the way I am right now, Torres. I'll be fine. Now can you delete that profile before any strange woman come invade my hospital?"

"Fine but you're missing your chance to meet the woman of your dreams."

"Already did and she got away," he answered, annoyed.

Owen walked away.

It was like returning home. Kissing Izzie had felt right; it sparked a passion he had yet to experience with anyone else. Every kiss they shared was like their first one all over again. Electricty shot through his whole body; he got a high from it and he never wanted to come down.

Izzie smiled as her and Alex's lips parted. She quickly concealed her happiness, not wanting it to seem as though she expected something more of him.

"I broke up with Jo." He whispered, his face only inches from hers. He could feel the small hairs on her nose pricking his own.

Izzie couldn't help herself, she forced their mouths together once again. Alex didn't dispute, he took control quickly, slowly moving the two of them towards one of the beds. Izzie was quick to remove her top and throwing it; not caring where it landed. Alex did the same and climbed on top of her.

His teeth gentle pulled the skin of her neck, making her purr underneath him. No one knew her body as well as Alex Karev. Her hands began tugging at his pants; begging for him to take them off. It had been so long and she needed him. Alex knew this, he knew her well. He liked to tease her until she thought she was going to burst.

Alex's hands went behind Izzie's back, quickly unclasping her bra and throwing it the same direction their tops had been tossed. He took her breast in his mouth, his tongue lapping circles around her aroused nipple. His hand slid under her pants; he could feel how wet she was through her panties. He rubbed slow circles around her clit making her moan.

"Alex." She panted. He grinned at the familiarity and the wanting in her voice.

He sat up and slid her pants off. He made his way back up her body, placing kisses up her leg until he met her inner thigh. Izzie grabbed what hair Alex had and brought him to her mouth, kissing him deeply. She bit his bottom lip hard, almost drawing blood. He knew she needed him.

Cristina sat on the floor with Zola, trying her best to follow along with what Zola was saying. Zola told Cristina about a game her and her mom play with her dolls but Cristina couldn't seem to get the hang of it. Cristina told Zola her doll had to go do a surgery. Zola nodded and continued merrily playing her game. Cristina went over to Bailey who was sleeping in his playpen. Oh how she dreaded waking him up but Meredith had told her every time she watched her kids they never slept that night and she knew it was because she never wanted to wake them up and deal with them crying. Thankfully, Bailey didn't cry but instead sleepily buried himself in the crook of Cristina's neck.

"What the -" Cristina lowered her head to smell the child and whipped her head back up in disgust. "Shit."

Cristina carried Bailey to his room, pulling out her phone and calling Meredith as she placed him on the changing table. She put the phone on speaker and anxiously waited for Meredith to pick up.

"Hello?" A semi-familiar voice answered.

"I need to talk to Meredith is she there?" Cristina asked.

"She's doing surgery, is everything okay? How are the kids?"

"Who is this?"

"This is Maggie."

"Maggie this is Cristina Yang -"

"Oh Cristina I didn't know you were in town." Maggie cut her off.

"Yeah I know it's fantastic but I'm having a bit of a problem here."

"Is it anything I can help with? Meredith just got into surgery and I just got out, that's kind of why I have her phone she needed to make sure someone could answer it."

"God you two are definitely related." Cristina mumbled to herself as Maggie rambled.

"What?"

"Nothing. Look do you know how to change a diaper?" Cristina asked. She could hear Maggie laughing on the other line. "It's not funny!"

"Meredith said you'd watched the kids before I didn't think this would be a problem."

"Owen always did that I did the fun stuff."

Maggie sighed and began to coach Cristina through it. She felt as though Bailey could sense her nervousness as he looked up at her with fearful eyes; eyes that were definitely his fathers.

"Got it?" Maggie asked as she finished the final step.

"Yeah I think so. Thanks."

"Anytime. Well, hopefully not. Not that I don't mind talking to you I just hope you won't need help with this again."

"Do you think she's okay? Do you think Meredith's okay." Cristina asked nervously.

"I- I don't know, honestly. I mean she seems okay but she doesn't really talk about anything, at least not to me. I wish she would though, talk to me, I'm a better listener than I am a talker." Maggie confessed.

"Don't tell Meredith about this okay, I don't want her to worry about anything else."

"You're secret's safe with me." Maggie said before Cristina disconnected the line.

The redhead opened the lab door. He was looking for her all over the place. Owen found Callie, focused on what she was working on for hours after their short confrontation.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"What is it Owen. Are woman still coming up to you? I've already deleted your account."

"No. What the hell are you doing? I thought you did not want to build prosthetics for soldiers anymore."

"It's for Arizona."

"So you don't have time for veterans but you have time for your ex-wife?"

"First of all, she is still my wife. I still care about her. I don't want to lose her again, alright. Now if you don't want to help, get out of my lab."

Owen walks forward and grabbed the prototype in his hands to examine it. Callie stopped and looked at the man.

"I'll help you. I'm your work-husband," he announced.

Derek sat alone in his hotel room, picking at the food on his plate. It was too quiet. There were no kids running or yelling and he didn't hear his wife cursing under her breath as tripped over the kids toys or tried to make dinner. All he could hear was the fridge humming in the small kitchen. He tried to convince himself it was like he was living at the trailer again but it didn't work.

He picked up his phone and dialed his sisters number. He needed someone to talk to; he needed to feel like he wasn't alone. He slammed his phone down angrily as Amelia's voice told him to leave a message.

Whether he liked it or not Derek was alone.

Arizona adjusted her gloves and made her way to the lounge where she found her teacher. The prenatal surgeon was flipping through a medical magazine.

"Dr. Herman."

"Robbins," she replied. "Glad you can make it."

"Any time."

"There is something important I would like to discuss with you," The doctor readjusted herself on her seat. "Hope will get your new prosthetic soon because I am giving you a crash course."

"Wait- " Arizona interrupted.

"I'm not done. I need you to take over April's case. It has come the time that I can't control the shaking. I can't perform surgery anymore."

"Dr. Herman… Please take Amelia's offer. Let her help you."

"I will."

Dr. Herman had just finished her check-up on her patients after her meeting with her skillful student. The woman checked her watch then grunted from her random muscle pains. She cursed her tumour under her breath.

Amelia worked at her desk. She bit on the end of her pen. A knock at her office door startled her.

"Am I bothering you?" asked Herman.

"No. Um. What can I do for you?" Shepherd answered.

The prenatal surgeon sat on the chair next to her. The redhead has not opened her mouth to speak yet. Amelia put her pen down, confused.

"I'm not ready."

"What are you talking about?"

Nicole's lower lip quivered. Tears were forming in her eyes. She hated being seen so vulnerable and helpless in front of people.

"Nicole, I-…"

"It's not my time, Amelia," The doctor continues, wiping her tears away. "I want to take a chance. Do whatever you have to. Just please… please try and save me."

April straightened her lab coat as she got up from the ER station before seeing Catherine Avery walking up to her. The woman looked better than when she last saw her. Short hair made Catherine a few years younger.

"Catherine, what are you doing here?"

"To see my daughter-in-law of course. How are you doing?"

"Definitely could be a lot better," April half-joked.

The mother-in-law gave the redhead a comforting hug.

"C'mon. Get out of these clothes," she gestured the scrubs. "I told Jackson I would take you shopping."

"I can't, Catherine. I have so much to take care of-"

"And no one seems to be taking care of you at the moment which is why I am here. Let's get out of here, shopping will clear your mind," Mama Avery wasn't taking no for an answer.

Meredith crawled into bed with Cristina beside her, their second bottle of wine already half empty. Cristina took a sip from the bottle and passed it to Meredith.

"So," Meredith said after taking a drink, "why are you here? I mean I'm happy you're here don't get me wrong it's been really shitty without you here but you're all successful now and in Switzerland which is far and you came here."

"You're still my person Mer. You just cut me off and Owen has been telling me some stuff but he doesn't know anymore than your kids do when it comes down to it. You needed me but you're too stupid to admit you do. You've been like that since I met you." Cristina said taking the bottle back.

"I'm sorry I stopped calling. I was busy with the kids and then the whole thing with Derek happened and the last thing I wanted to do when I came home was talk to someone."

"You need to talk about it Mer."

"Since when did you become a shrink?" Meredith laughed.

"Oh shut up. Phone me when shit hits the fan that's what a person is there for. If I don't answer talk to Maggie or someone."

"Maggie? You hate Maggie."

"I don't hate Maggie. I mean I did but not anymore."

"Oh yeah when did this happen?"

"You're pretty drunk right?" Cristina asked.

"Yeah." Meredith giggled.

"I tried to phone you today when I was babysitting. I didn't know how to change Bailey's diaper. She answered and was – she's nice Meredith you should give her a chance."

"You didn't know how to change a diaper?"

"Is that really all you got out of that. I'm being nice, me!"

"What did you do all those other times?"

"Owen always did it." Cristina confessed.

There was a lull as they finished off their second bottle of wine.

"You really think I should give Maggie a chance?" Meredith spoke.

"Yeah, I do. You need a person. Someone that's here and not in Switzerland."

"But you're my person."

"I'll always be your person Mer but you need a person who can come over when you need them and I can't do that. Take a chance, invite Maggie and hell, invite Richard over for dinner. Give her a chance to be your person."

"Okay." Meredith agreed. "Why didn't you want me to tell Owen you were here? Wouldn't you rather stay the night as his place."

"I feel like if I see him I won't go back. I know I won't. We didn't really get a goodbye which was good. We skype every Saturday morning, well, Friday night for you. It's nice. At least he's not alone in the firehouse."

"Someone moved in with Owen? Are you okay with that I mean are they like a thing? Owen has a roommate?" Meredith questioned at lightening speed.

"You didn't know Amelia moved in with him? They aren't a thing Mer don't worry. A couple weeks back I phoned and she answered, she said he still loved me. I love him too still. I want to let go but -"

"You can't. You can't let go." Meredith finished.

"Yeah."

"I hate men."

"McDreamy being McAss again?" Cristina asked.

"Something like that."

"I'm sorry," Cristina replied softly.

"It's not just him but I need to be the bitch, he's too nice to do something for himself. I'm happy he got the thing in DC the timing is just really, really shitty. He almost quit you know, he told me he quit, then I get a call from DC asking when he's coming back from his personal leave. I made him leave again and I'm not sad, well, I'm trying not to be sad. I want him to know I support him but dammit it's so hard to act supportive when he hates it so much, I mean why else would he be so desperate to come home?"

"He may genuinely miss you, you know. And your kids. It's hard being away from people you love."

"I never thought you'd take his side."

"I'm not taking his side but he's the one away from his home, not you. It's the little things he'll miss too. That's what I miss, all the little things that happened between me and Owen. It's hard being far away because even when you skype or you talk on the phone and they're there but they're not. It's hard, Meredith."

Meredith let what Cristina said seep in. It made sense. It made Meredith sad. She missed him too, she even missed the fights because at least he was there. Even if they fought he could still help her with the kids and make sure half the bed wasn't cold. Half the time they'd wind up in each others arms during the night, waking up as though they hadn't fought.

"Promise me you'll call more." Cristina said, bringing Meredith out of her thoughts.

"I promise."