Whoo! Three chapters, guys!

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Izzie Stevens walked carefully down the hall, making sure to make as little noise as possible. This involved the little pantomime of exaggerated tiptoeing that almost always resulted in a squeak. Alex Karev walked behind her, an amused grin forming on his face.

"Boo."

"OH MY GOD." Izzie turned around to confront a very entertained Alex. "That was not funny."

"What are you doing?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"I'm trying to avoid Meredith and Cristina, because every time they see me, they start giggling, and it's really starting to—" She was cut off as the said pair sped by, their fits of laughter trailed behind them, and Alex raised an eyebrow.

"It's really starting to..."

"Annoy me." She huffed, and a strand of hair floated comically above her face for a few seconds. "George told me that they're playing a game."

"What kind of game?"

"I don't know!" she said, frustrated. She suddenly grabbed the front of Alex's scrubs and hauled him an inch from her face. "What the Hell is The Game!" He blinked.

"You know, you could use a mint."

"You know what it is, don't you." It wasn't a question.

"Stevens, if you're done harassing your fellow interns, I need you and Karev to get somewhere where you'll get some work done instead of making eyes at each other." Izzie immediately let him go, as Bailey continued walking. "Meredith and Yang are around somewhere, get them. They're playing some game, and I do not want them playing it on my on my watch." She turned to see the two of them determinately trying not to look at each other. "Oh." Izzie looked up. "Meredith is behind you doing spirit fingers. Make her stop." They whipped around in time to see Meredith's ponytail disappear.

"Meredith! Meredith, you come back here right now, or I'll—Meredith! ARGH!"

Meredith and Cristina shoved their hands into their lab coat pockets and stalked quickly to the elevator. They promptly dissolved into giggles.

"Five points for me!"

"That was good. That was so good. Did you see that? Don't tell me it's not true," Cristina said, jabbing a finger at Meredith, who smiled.

"Okay, it's true."

Someone in the elevator cleared her throat in the way that obviously meant "I'm not sick, I'm just coughing so that you'll notice me but I'm going to cough this way so you think I'm sick instead of just attention whoring."

Addison Forbes Montgomery Shepherd grinned at them. It was more like a shark grinning at a school of ignorant fish than a genuine happy-to-see you grin. She might not have been able to help it, though.

"So I see you two have started playing too." Cristina began tapping her foot in the silence that followed. "Oh, by the way." Both of them feigned temporary deafness. "You missed out on fifty-some points yesterday." Addison slammed her binder shut. "They were in the Pit." The elevator doors ding-ed open and she left.

"She did not—"

"Oh, she totally did."

The plot thickens...into the most random storyline I've ever written. Ahahahaha...

I'm thinking one more chapter after this in which all the players of The Game get together and talk about this situation.

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