"What's it, George?" Izzie whispered as George continued to peek into the room through the glass on the door.
"They seem to be in an argument and the door is locked!"
"Who?"
"Cristina and Meredith," George hesitated, "and Dr. Burke."
"Are you serious? Meredith and Cristina are fighting over Burke?" Izzie gasped in an annoyingly nosy way as she shoved George to the side. "I didn't know Mer has a thing for Burke…"
"Looks like Dr. Burke is in trouble," George wiped his sweat with the back of his hand.
"You think he might have cheated on Cristina?" Izzie said in an excited voice. "Oh my God!"
"Shut it, Iz. Dr. Burke isn't that kind of guy."
"Why would Cristina appear so upset then?" Izzie pointed to the inside of the room. "See, she's not talking to Burke now."
"It's Cristina Yang. You should be scared if she' sweet and loving in the morning," Alex joined the gang and snorted.
"What are you fools doing here?" Bailey stormed towards the interns and started pounding impatiently at the door. "And who are those OTHER fools inside that locked the door?"
When the door flung open, Burke looked embarrassed. "Good morning, Dr. Bailey."
"Why do I find my attending in the locker room, taking my interns hostage when there's a major surgery waiting for him at the OR?" Bailey squint her eyes and looked around the room for answer.
"Well," Feeling the pressure from both ends, Meredith nearly lost her voice.
Although standing apart, everyone who witnessed it would know that Cristina and Burke was a couple, for the anxiety on their face was remarkably identical.
"I'm having a … punctuality problem. Cristina and Dr. Burke were trying to help," Meredith was biting her nails as she spoke.
Noting Cristina's sigh of relief, Bailey shook her head and said, "Punctuality problem, huh? Fine. The two of you are going to stay here and come up with 50 different ways to stop people from being late."
"But I need someone to scrub in on my surgery," Burke shifted his gaze between his intimidating resident and his equally unrelenting wife-to-be.
Being unpredictable and totally Bailey, the toughest resident at Seattle Grace dismissed the eagerness burning in the 3 interns who had been spectators to the show, "You can take either Grey or Yang. Make up your mind now. Your patient can't be waiting for you forever."
While Cristina didn't begin her day wishing to scrub in, she could no longer control her don't you dare ignore me stare at Burke.
As if he could read Cristina's mind, Burke took off his glasses and rubbed the ridge of his nose gingerly. He didn't want anyone to think he was favoring Cristina.
"Dr. Burke, I am feeling a little queasy. Why don't you let Cristina assist in your surgery?" Meredith looked intently at everyone in the room, hoping to sound convincing.
"Alright. Dr. Yang, let's hurry up," Burke secretly placed his hand on the back of Cristina's waist to gear her towards the door. Luckily for him, he was not met with any form of resistance—not until they were out of sight from everyone else.
"Didn't I tell you not to tell anyone?" Cristina pouted, not letting Burke touch her as they locked themselves in an on-call room that nobody would ever visit.
"Reason escaped me when I heard you two talk about a wedding in scrubs," Burke defended himself, "I was really excited that you've begun thinking about the ceremony, even though I don't think I want to get married in the OR."
"You mean if we get married in a church or a synagogue, I can wear my favorite blue scrubs instead of a pompous white dress?" A wicked smile cracked through Cristina's sullen face.
"Well," Burke was lost for words.
After a moment of awkward silence, Cristina folded her arms and continued, "I still think you shouldn't have told Meredith without discussing that with me first."
"Cristina, we can't hide this forever," Burke reached out to grab her arm. "It's better to announce it than to have them find out later."
"But people are going to make fun of us," Cristina sat down on the bed.
"I can't see why anyone should laugh at the best intern and her fiancé, who also happens to be the best surgeon at Seattle Grace," Burke cleared his throat.
No matter how annoyed she was, the bragging confidence in Burke never failed to make Cristina laugh.
Blinking her eyes, Cristina said, "Someone should tell the fiancé that it won't be long before the intern beats him and becomes the best."
Pulling her closer to him, Burke blew a kiss over Cristina's head. As she turned around to look at her man again, her lips were unconsciously drawn to his.
"Does that mean we're ready to tell others?" Burke asked again as Cristina softened up.
"Not now," Cristina's eyes glistened as they lost themselves in the tiny bunk bed.