"So McSteamy stayed and helped you?" Christina smirked at her as they walked through the doors of the front entrance. Meredith groaned.
"It's too early to be interrogated."
"Why did McSteamy keep the bed rocking?" Christina laughed as Meredith glared at her.
"We were here in the conference room trying to find my patient's parents."
"Did you?"
"Did I what?" She asked rubbing her face.
"Find her parents?"
She sighed as they got on the elevator. "I'm not sure. There's a male DOA that matches the description. I'm waiting for results on DNA between him and Victoria."
Christina nodded. "So McSteamy…"
She put up her finger as the doors shut. "Don't start."
Christina smirked. "Don't need to."
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She looked at the three interns assembling in front of her. She waited silently as Harrison joined the group. Rubbing her heavy eyes, she let out a long sigh before looking back up at the interns.
"I am not in the mood today, so if you plan on making my day miserable… change your plans or I will make your life hell. I have surgery in an hour and need one of you fools to scrub in." She looked down at her chart then back up at the eager faces of her interns. "Dr. Moore would you like to assist in my surgery today?"
Jonathon nodded flashing a large smile. Meredith rolled her eyes as she looked down at the chart she held in her hands. "Dr. Grey you're with Dr. Bailey. Dr. Rogers, Dr. Shepherd needs an intern to cover his patients while he's in surgery. Dr. Moore, go prep my patient in 4102 for surgery." With that she walked away.
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She yawned as she wrote on her post-op patient's chart.
"Hey." A voice came from behind her. She turned her head to look. Mark stood there holding out two cups of coffee.
"Hey." She mumbled back looking back at the chart. He set the coffee down and pushed it towards her. "Thanks."
"Did you get the results back?"
She nodded sadly. "The John Doe is Jerry Smith."
"Have you told her?"
"What am I supposed to tell a four year old?" She snapped. Looking at him, she sighed. "Sorry… I just… need to find her mother first."
He nodded. "I understand. Do you need any help?"
"You've been more helpful then you'll ever know, but you look tired. We were here until midnight. So you got what? Four hours of sleep on an on-call room bed?"
"That's like the…" He paused trying to remember. "… the pot calling the kettle black or whatever. You got less sleep than I did, you had to drive home."
"I know, but she's my patient."
"We started this together. We can finish it together."
She sighed. "Do you know how corny that sounded?"
He laughed. "It sounded good thought, right?"
She started to giggled. "Yeah it did."
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She found herself going through more folders that had been delivered earlier that day. The ones from the night before had been removed and placed where they were to go. Now, two stacks sat at mid-table. She looked down at her watch before reaching for another. Part of her wondered if he was really going to come. She found herself wanting him to come. The other half knew he would. She didn't know which side to believe. It was about a half an hour passed from when they agreed to meet in the same conference room as the day before. She glanced over at the pizza box that sat on the table next to a couch that was pushed up against the wall. It was probably getting cold by now, but she didn't want to eat it until he got there.
Brushing it off as a surgery that ran late, she pushed on through a couple more charts before she found herself looking back up at the clock. Forty minutes since they were supposed to meet. Sighing, she continued through two more before looking at her watch again. Fifty. She looked down at her hands trying to figure out why, she felt let down. Getting up, she walked over to the pizza and felt the box. It still seemed to be considerable warm, but she wasn't sure.
"Ten minutes." She mumbled to herself before resuming her seat.
As she got through another chart, she looked up at the clock again unsure why she was looking at it so frequently. She straightened her piles and took the ones she looked trough to the end of the table. The door opened as she sat back down into the chair. Mark walked in.
"Sorry, I'm late. Whiny patient. Whiny intern."
"I didn't even notice. I've been busy." She lied as she pulled another chart.
"How many have you gotten through?"
"Twenty or so."
"Want to eat?"
He smiled. "Yeah."
She got up to get the pizza the nagging feeling of why. Why did she even care? Why did she lie? Why did she look at the clock in the first place?
She shook the thoughts from her head laying the box in the middle of the table so they could both reach it.
"Thank you for all of this, Mark."
"You're welcome, Mer." He smiled at her.
She settled back into her chair. It was weird. She just loved being in his company, but she wasn't sure why. They were friends.