After slamming the door to the women's restroom shut, and checking under the stalls for other occupants, Dr. Bailey laid into her. Izzie was truly petrified. Given she was a good 8 or 9 inches taller than the woman in front of her, but that wouldn't save her from the lashing she was about to get. She was helpless.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" She decided to play dumb.

"Oh don't you even pretend to not know what I'm talking about. I heard that you kissed him infront of the nurses' station, but I thought maybe, just maybe it was a rumor. I thought to myself Izzie is the only one that obeys and respects the hierarchy of the medical world. She isn't like Meredith and Cristina. She wouldn't do something that stupid. Well what I just witnessed blew that theory to hell. Explain yourself."

"That time he kissed me."

"That's it."

"Yes."

"Pit."

"What?."

"...stare down..."

"Okay. I kissed him to help him out of an embarrassing situation. I was just being nice. He is obviously delusional and decided to return the favor."

"Get it straightened out, but before you do...pit."

"Why? I told you the truth."

"I know, but it will give you time to think about what you are doing instead of doing what all the other kids are doing."

"Fine."

"And lose the attitude."

Izzie was the essence of anger its self. She hated the pit. There were people that needed to be operated on yet she was in the pit sewing people up and all sorts of other interesting non surgical things. All because she had done a good deed. Why on earth was she being punished? It wasn't like she was dating, sleeping with, committing to, an attending. She didn't think of Mark in a lusty manner. People in the adult world were way to concerned about kissing. In college no one cared. You could kiss guys all day long. Heck you could kiss girls and it wouldn't matter. No one cared. It was just kissing. There wasn't even tounge action. If she was going to be stuck in the pit there should have atleast been tounge action. It was so unfair. She was so preoccupied with the idea of kissing that she didn't hear Meredith sneak up on her.

"Izzie you have to stop."

"Meredith. You scared me. Wait what do you mean I have to stop?"

"I mean you can't see him anymore."

"See who?"

"Mark. I saw him coming out of your room this morning, and you kissed him yesterday in front of people. Izzie you just need to stop."

"Seriously? You know I would have given you an explanation, but the fact that you feel the need to jump to conclusions is enough for me to not want to. Meredith you have no right to tell me who I can see and who I can't."

"Sleeping with inappropriate men is my thing. I know you are still upset about the whole George thing, but this is crazy."

"You don't have any idea about what happened with me and George and I'm not sleeping with Mark Sloan."

"Right then why the sleep over and the kissing."

"I was trying to be a good person. You should try it sometime. Ask Cristina if you want an explination. I'm going to the clinic."

Izzie had reached seething on the anger scale. Meredith just stared after her retreating form. So Cristina knew and hadn't told her. It must be more serious than she thought. Cristina told her everything.

"Izzie Stevens what are you doing out of the pit."

"I learned my lesson. I'm not getting involved with Dr. Sloan. Ever. Meredith just confronted me and now I need to get away."

"Both Shepherd and Sloan have a surgery in an hour. Go see if you can scrub in. Just remember what you have learned if you scrub in with Sloan."

"Thanks."

Miranda Bailey stared after the youngest of her group. Izzie was the baby. She had gotten her first degree a semester earlier than her friends. She had always felt a need to protect her more than the others. Izzie held a spark of happiness and innocence that Meredith and Cristina had lost due to traumatic experiences in their lives. Some how it had survived Alex cheating and Denny dying and whatever had happened with George, but Miranda felt that one more upset and she would lose it. If Mark Sloan was the reason, she would personally kill him herself.

Izzie had been staring at the board now for ten minutes. It was hard for her to decide if she wanted in on an awesome surgery with Sloan or an awesome surgery with Shepherd. On the one hand. Meredith would be with Shepherd on the subdural hematoma case, and she had drilled into a guys head befrore. But she really didn't want to go into surgery with Dr. Sloan no matter how amazing it would be to watch him do allografts on 60 percent of a burn victim's body. It would complicate things further in her very tangled web. She really didn't want to see Meredith and her reputation was pretty much on life support and skin grafts were so awesome. "Screw it" she thought as she headed off to find Mark Sloan.

He hadn't actually meant to kiss her. He still couldn't figure out why he had done it. She was there and she smelt nice. Not to mention he had been deprived of kissing earlier. Obviously that's what it had been. He had been transferring his lust onto Izzie. It made perfect sense. He heard her walking up to him and glanced up from his chart. He couldn't blame himself she wasn't exactly a plain looking girl.

"Dr. Sloan." He glanced up when she addressed him.

"Yes."

"Can I get in on your surgery?" She sounded rather shy.

"Aren't you worried about people seeing us in the same room?"

"Screw it. This surgery is going to be amazing. Let them talk." There was the feisty Dr. Stevens.

"My kind of surgeon. Sure. Is there anyway I can persuade you to get me a bone dry cappuccino?" He had to play with her a bit.

"I save your ass, and let you sleep in my bed. Now you want me to get you coffee?" She engaged in their fairly playful banter routine.

"Ok calm down. Keep your panties on...at least until we get out of the hospital." Izzie couldn't stop her eyes from rolling.

"You and my panties will never meet one another."

"Sure."

"Do the words sexual harassment mean nothing to you?" He chuckled.

"I slept in your bed with your permission. You think that you will win that case?" He had a point.

"You are a man whore."

"Well that was uncalled for."

"I'm going to scrub in."

"You do that."

Izzie Stevens was on a surgical high. She had witnessed pure magic. He was flawless with his techniques. She had ignored the stares from the nurses and the whispers. She knew her reputation was coding and walking into that O.R. had signed a D.N.R. request. But right now at this very moment she couldn't care less. She had gotten to assist and she was totally a surgical rock star. She changed into her civilian clothes and headed out of the locker room to meet Alex in the parking lot for a ride home. As she walked she felt all their eyes on her. She hesitated briefly to consider giving them a piece of her mind. It was long enough for Mark Sloan to appear in front of her. This of course led to louder whispering.

"Hey."

"Hey." He leaned down to whisper into her ear. His lips obscured by her long hair so the nurses couldn't make out what he was saying.

"I get off in a couple hours."

"Ok."

"Aren't you going to tell me where the key is?"

"We don't have a hide-a-key."

"How am I supposed to sneak in?"

"Your a smart boy you'll figure it out." She smirked up at his confused face and bounced out the front door.

"Izzie what was that?"

"Nothing Alex. I just did him a favor and he was thanking me."

"I heard about your favor in front of the nurses station. Can I get a favor like that sometime?"

"Izzie doesn't think that Alex needs that kind of favor."

"Alex disagrees with Izzie."

"Doesn't Alex have a hot date tonight."

"Maybe."

"Uh huh. Now take Izzie home. She wants to shower."

"Before she gives out any other favors?"

"Shut up Alex." She playfully slapped his arm. They were getting along much better.

"Seriously Izzie. Are you and Sloan involved?"

"No. This thing has gotten way out of hand."

"What is it then?"

"He was being attacked by a beautiful woman in four hundred dollar shoes. He needed saving so I did the only thing that would piss her off."

"Oh. Well that was nice of you."

"I thought so." She ended the conversation by turning up the radio for the rest of the ride.

Mark was unsure of what to do. He could knock, but most likely she wouldn't answer it. He could call her, but he felt like this was a test. He couldn't explain it. He looked up at her window. He had an idea.

Izzie was brushing her hair that she had just finished drying. It was naturally wavy and causing problems with tangling. She was interrupted by a tapping on her window. She thought about it for a moment and wondered what on earth it could be. She set down her brush and walked over to the window. She laughed to herself as she saw Mark Sloan throwing little rocks at her window. It was very teen movie of him. He smirked at her looking quite pleased with himself. She opened the glass.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting your attention."

"Well no that you have it what would you like to do with it?"

"Let me in."

"I can't Meredith, Derek, Alex, Cristina, George, and Callie are all in the living room."

"Don't you want to stick it to them?" She thought about it. She really did, but...

"No."

"So how am I going to get up there?" She looked over at the drainpipe that ran past her window. "You have got to be kidding.

"I'll leave the window open for you."

"Oh thanks." He really wanted to sleep, but he didn't want to climb a drainpipe to do so.

Izzie put in a mixed CD that was full of mellow music. The soft melody of Sleep by the Dandy Warhols drifted through the air. She flipped through the latest Cosmopolitan and started to read an interesting article. The CD played through DeathCab for Cutie, Coral Sea, Ingrid Michaelson, another DeathCab song, and by the time it started playing New Slang by the Shins Mark Sloan was perched on her window sill smiling at her.

"It took you long enough."

"Sorry it's been a while since I have climbed a drainpipe." She stood up and walk toward her door.

"I'm going to get a muffin. I'll be back. Do you want anything?"

"What kind of muffins?"

"Banana"

"I'll just take water."

"Suit yourself."

Mark took in his surroundings. She did like girly things. She had a vanity, a computer, a dresser and a chair, along with her bed as furniture. There were candles and pictures of her friends. He didn't know about this music she was listening to. It was very indie/folkish. He had always liked rock. These songs were a bit depressing. He leaned over to get a better look at a picture of Izzie George and Cristina. Izzie and Cristina were laughing at something George had said.

Izzie walked in to find him looking at her pictures. She cleared her throat to get his attention.

"I brought you a muffin."

"I don't like banana."

"Trust me you will like this." He took the muffin from her outstretched hand.

"I don't see what is so special about this muffin."

"That's why you eat it." He timidly took a bite. It was an explosion of sweetness and the banana wasn't overwhelming. It was actually amazing.

"It's alright."

"Alright? If that is you alright face, I want to see you spectacular face." He wanted to change the subject.

"So what's up with your music?"

"It helps me relax. Why what's wrong with it?"

"Nothing. If you like that sorta thing."

"Well it's my room, and I like my music."

"That's fine."

"I'm going to sleep now."

"Already? We haven't had any fun yet."

"No touching. You stay over there. I mean it. Keep your lips and you hands to your self."

"And the kiss rears its head."

"I don't know why you did it, but we are just going to pretend it didn't happen." She pulled back the covers and climbed back into her bed. Mark decided to keep quiet about it. After all he had decided it didn't mean anything anyway. Izzie sat up in bed as he took off his shirt. She didn't mean to stare. It just sort of happened. He was flawless. His body was perfect.

He noticed her staring. He smirked to himself.

"See something you like."

"Your body maybe perfect, but your personality stinks."

"You're sweet."

"I was wondering if you had talked to Her today."

"Other than this morning, no. Why?"

"No reason. I just wonder what she's up to."

"Planing to kidnap me no doubt."

"Probably. Ok I'm going to sleep."

"You keep saying that."

"I am." She rolled over and closed her eyes. Mark slipped out of her pants and into bed. He decided to push his luck.

Izzie felt a strong arm snake around her waist. Her eyes shot open.

"I have no problem with kicking you out of this house in just your boxers."

The arm disappeared and she could hear the deep rumbling of his laughter. She finally settled in and fell into a deep sleep.

"So she was just letting him sleep in her bed as a favor?"

"Yes."

"So do you think he's in there now?"

"We could go see."

Meredith and Cristina walked down the hall to Izzie's room. Meredith grabbed the doorknob and gently opened the door. They both peered into the room. The light from the hallway fell across the bed. Izzie was laying on her stomach and looking toward the person next to her. He was lying on his side facing her and had a hand gently placed on her lower back.

"That looks just like people who don't secretly want each other."

"They are asleep Cristina."

"Exactly their subconscious is speaking."

"Seriously?!? Come on cut her a break."

"Me you were the one that yelled at her."

"Let's go before they wake up."