-1The room was spinning. Which wouldn't have been so bad if she wasn't laying still. In the living room floor. A frown drags the corners of her mouth down as her whereabouts become more clear. She was on living room floor. Flat on her back. Clutching a pair of bolt cutters. Gasping, she lets the heavy tool fall to the side. It makes a thud as it hit's the wooden floor. She turns her head to be sure they hadn't made a mark and let's out a shriek. An open mouthed shark grinned back at her. The sign. How? Why? Then it came back to her. Operation Chompers.

"You're not gripping them right!" George complained.

"I am so!" Meredith shot back. Okay. She wasn't sure if she was or not. All she knew was she wasn't going to let George tell her she was wrong. He had been such a dictator throughout the whole escapade. She strains as she tries to clip the think bolt holding her sign on. "Okay. Fine. I'm not doing it right."

"I want a turn!" Cristina whined. She was sitting next to the water. Not really caring that she was half in and half out. Several times George had had to grab her before the current took her out. Now though, at the prospect of having a shot at using bolt cutters, she was crawling toward them.

"No. It's mine sign. I'm cutting the mother fucker down!"

She must have. It was staring back at her. Sitting up, she groans. The room went from spinning to a full tilt. "What the hell did I drink last night?" The words had been a mere whisper, yet sounded like a cannon going off in her head.

A moan next to her makes her wince even more. Cristina stares at her through squinted eyes. "What the hell happened last night?"

It was free. It was finally free. Throwing her hands up in the air she gives a shout of victory. Cristina joins her in her happy dance. They fling their arms around one another, jumping up and down. Their heads butt.

"Ow!" Meredith stumbled away from Cristina, a hand pressed to the lump forming on the left side of her forehead. Cristina giggled, then giggled some more when Meredith shot her a dirty look.

"Aw. Come here. Lemme kiss it all better," Cristina grabbed her by the shoulders, puckering her lips. Eyes closed she moves her face closer, then closer still. If not for the stumble on Meredith's behalf the kiss would have landed on her cheek. Instead, Cristina Yang planted one on the mouth of one Meredith Grey in front of a flabbergasted George.

"I'm not sure we should talk about it," Meredith said hoarsely. Beyond the awkward kiss she couldn't recall much. She was probably better off that way, not remembering.

"That bad?" Cristina groaned as she pushed her body off the floor. If she felt as stiff as she looked, today would not be a good day.

Meredith flushed. "Yeah. It was that bad. We committed sign robbery!" She cocked her head toward where the Beware of Sharks sign sat propped up. In the light of day, she felt a bit guilty. The sign had been up for a reason.

"Who cares. Just so long as I didn't get McNasty with George, I'm good to go," Cristina limped her way toward the kitchen. The sound of the refrigerator opening, then closing gives Meredith cause to touch her throbbing head. The lump was still there. A slight flush stains her cheeks, then she scowls. It had been a kiss. Not even a real kiss. Just a chaste lip against lip kiss. Nothing to worry about or dwell on. Giving a decisive nod, she forces herself to stand. She had nothing to worry about.