Alex took the last sip of his beer as he sat it down on his coffee table. He was back home at his apartment after a conflict stirred up between him and Izzie. Even though he was still furious about the situation with Cristina not being to keep her mouth shut, deep inside he was actually glad that Izzie knew how he felt about her. He sighed as another commercial interrupted his an episode in Discovery Channel about an open-heart surgery. Just then, a commercial for some insurance company flashed. It showed a cute, blonde, and chubby little baby with huge blue eyes. He smiled. A moment later, he snorted. Since when does Alex Karev like babies? He thought. It was something about saving an innocent child's life and bringing them to the vast and unknown world. They were moral, innocent, and something about them made him a better person. Giving them a chance to see, live, and grow up in the real world was priceless. Maybe because it was about his childhood. How he wouldn't want any other child to go through whatever he went through with his own father.

Alex was lying contently in his couch and abruptly his pager went off. Son of a bitch. They really needed to get a new set of pagers with one that doesn't have a shrill tone to it.

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Izzie sighed as she entered the front door of the much-needed decorated house. She groaned inwardly as she saw the sight of unopened boxes all over the unpainted, undecorated "house" that she supposedly lived in. She smelled an aroma of fancy food. She went to the kitchen, suspicious of the smell.

"You're late" Denny clasped his hands behind his head. His face clearly showed a disappointed expression. Even his voice had a harsh tone to it. Izzie looked at the dinner table. Two candles were halfway burnt as it lit the room, foods were neatly arranged with its decorative presentation. And a bottle of Chardonnay sat in front of Denny nearly halfway done.

"I'm a surgeon Denny. An intern to top that off. You can't pout every time I can't make it to dinner" Izzie said reluctantly.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Denny's face drew blank.

"It means I have an important job to do and my schedule is always inconvenient" She replied as she sat down on the chair opposite side of Denny. She took a bite of off the pasta that was in front of her.

Denny sighed. He didn't exactly picture his marriage like this. It was less than a month they were married and they were already having troubles. "Is it gonna be like this every night?" He took a sip of his wine.

Izzie's head snapped. She stopped focusing at the meal in front of her and looked at Denny. "Most likely yes. I work 100 hours a week. Maybe even more if the hospital is chaotic. You can't always expect me to show up every time you want me to show up Denny."

Denny looked at her attentively. It was harder than he thought it would be. She was right. It was her job that was always going to come first. He didn't think that this marriage was going to turn into a debacle like this. They rarely saw each other. In average, they probably spent about 5 hours a day together. And most of them, she was either sleeping or resting, or reading a medical journal. He sighed heavily. "Then I can't do this. I'm sorry."

Izzie immediate reaction was shock. Pure and utter downright shock. She looked at him with shock in her eyes. She couldn't say she was disappointed. As shocked as she was, she was relieved that he was the one who came to their senses. She knew it herself that marrying Denny was a mistake. But somehow, she managed to say yes to his strange proposal. It was probably because she wanted to live a full life. Apparently, her whole live-every-day-of-your-life-to-the-fullest theory wasn't so smart. As much as she loved Denny, she barely knew him. "What are you trying to say?" She propped her hands on her chin to the dinner table.

"I believe for a marriage to work, you have to be able to actually see your spouse more than 5 hours a day." He bluntly said. "I love you Izzie. And I know that you love me too but this isn't going to work if we can't even have dinner together."

"So you want a divorce?" Her voice was trembling.

"Yes. I want a divorce." Denny reached over to hold her hand. But she slapped his arm away.

Izzie got up, searched for her purse and jacket and came running for the door. A moment later, Denny heard the door slam shut and a car driving away.

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Her face was blank. She wasn't sad, she wasn't happy, she felt nothing. She decided it was best of her to not stay at the house tonight because she didn't want Denny to see her reaction of relief. She thought about going to Meredith's place but decided against it because she knew she wasn't going to get a good night's sleep with McDreamy staying for the night. So she chose to go to the hospital and take a nap on one of the unused on-call rooms if none of the other interns weren't doing any other extra-curricular activities in them. She yawned as she waited for the red light to turn into green.

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She entered the locker room as she changed into her scrubs. Someone just entered the room and Izzie closed her locker to see who it was.

"Hey. What are you doing here? You're not on duty." George said as he changed from his scrubs to his street clothes.

"Nice to see you too, George." Izzie smiled up at him.

"Seriously Izzie. Why aren't you at home spending time with your husband?" George curiously asked. His face had suspicious drawn all over it. Izzie was like a sister to him. He would do anything to protect her.

"Nothing. I'm fine. Everything's fine." Izzie replied trying her best to convince him. It wasn't easy lying to her best friend.

"Okay then. I'll see you around. I have to go and have dinner with Callie." George looked at his friend still eyeing her. Something was definitely wrong with her and she was definitely not fine. He shrugged it off. Before leaving the locker room, he turned around. "Izzie, if you have a problem you can talk to me you know. Just don't be scared to tell me anything. I'll always be there for you."

Izzie's heart melted. George was truly a big brother. "Thank you, George."