Here we are again. So I love this story. Like I wanna marry it. Ok maybe not that much, but it is so much fun to write and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I have noticed McStizzie hate. This makes me sad. It's like the people that didn't want Barbie and Ken to be together. It's just sad and mean. Anyway I have also noticed the increase in McStizzie stories. This makes me happy. So I know some of my friends were waiting for a particular character in this chapter so here you go. Read and Review cuz it makes me smile.

"So I hear you're husband called in a resident for a plastics case."

"Cristina! When did you get in?"

"Twenty minutes ago. I took an earlier flight. Also nice try. Who is this person? They must be amazing."

"Ummm...well..."

"Out with it."

"...Izzie"

"WHAT!"

"Now Cristina I know you're upset, but..."

"No she left without a word five years ago. I expected her to be married and pregnant opening a baked goods store in Nevada. There is no way she is the resident he called in on such a high profile case."

"She is. She is married, had a baby, no store, lives in Miami, and is sure to even out do McSteamy himself. Speaking of which..."

"Wait she is us in a different city and better? How is this possible? We are supposed to be the best we married the attendings."

"It's funny that you mention marrying attendings, because..."

"Maybe we are being punished for marrying attendings to get ahead."

"You know what's weird about attendings getting married..."

"Meredith what are you babbling about."

"Izzie is Mrs. McSteamy."

"WHAT! Oh that's not fair."

"I know, but I'm glad she came back. We are all together again." Meredith watched as Cristina's face contorted from pissy to mischievous.

"How do you think Bambi is going to handle the new McFamily?"

"Cristina he loves Callie and all four of their children. It's gonna be fine."

Izzie had opted for going back to the hotel to take a nap before jetlag became a serious problem. Her head was on Mark's chest and he was lazily playing with the ends of her rather long hair. As for their daughter she had wanted to watch Beauty and the Beast. It was her favorite movie, and she had fallen asleep on the couch about halfway through it. She had already wrapped up in her blanket and they decided not to disturb her. Izzie loved the moments when they could just be together. It was hard to find quiet times with such an energetic child.

"So you wanna do it?"

"I swear you are such a man."

"What? She's sleeping."

"Yes four feet away."

"We can be quiet."

"We have never been quiet."

"Shower?"

"Maybe later."

"You are no fun."

"I was all kinds of fun last night."

"That is true. So tonight is going to be fun."

"If by fun you mean awkward and disfunctional, than yes it will be."

"We could just not go."

"No I need to do this. You need to do this."

"Me? Why me? I am more than fine with leaving the past where it belongs."

"We need closure."

"I'm good thanks."

"We are going."

"Fine we are going. Shouldn't we shower first?"

"You are unbelievable." She grabbed a pillow from behind her and smacked him with it.

"What I was just stating a fact. It's usually considered kind to shower before going to dinner with ones friends."

"Sure you were."

"Mama?"

"She you woke up the baby."

"Nope that is God's way of punishing your dirty mind."

"You are always finding ways to bring God into our bed." He whispered it low and seductively into her ear causing a faint blush to appear on her cheeks.

"I loath you sometimes." She gave him a wack with the pillow once more for good measure before helping their daughter up into the bed with them.

"She loves me doesn't she sweetie?"

"Yeth. I wuv you too!"

"Aww you see that Izzie you both love me."

"I'm taking a shower. Alone." She informed her husband, before telling her daughter that she was next.

Mark was sitting on the floor coloring with Emily. He really did not want to go tonight. He had a feeling things were not going to be hunky dory. He knew it would end in tears and he hated it when either of his girls cried. Being two Emily wasn't a big fan of coloring inside the lines, but for two she was actually pretty good at coloring.

"What are you coloring, Em?"

"Ringo."

"Sweetie I think that's a pony."

"Nope."

"No?"

"Nope." She looked up at him and smiled. She looked just like Izzie when she smiled.

"Well Ringo doesn't have a saddle."

"Yeth he does."

"Ok then."

Ringo was their dog. Well it was Izzie's dog, but now he was a family pet. He was a grey Great Dane, and he was impossible not to love. Except when he was taking up space between them in their bed. Mark remembered the day he had first meet Ringo. It was early on a Saturday. He didn't have any patients that he needed to see so he had opted for walking on the beach. He had never been fond of the beach, but it had been a rather private beach and it was empty due to the time of day, so he decided to give it a shot. He had positioned himself in the sand and decided to watch the sunrise. The sunrise was the biggest part of his love affair with the East coast. He had been lost in thought when he was pummeled by a huge...puppy.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. Bad puppy!"

"It's fine really."

"Mar...uh I...Dr. Sloan?"

"Dr. Stevens?"

"Sorry about that. Really." He watched her continue to struggle to contain the small beast which had turned its attention to a bug crawling across the sand.

"It's really ok. What brings you to the beach this early?"

"I couldn't sleep and neither could he."

"When did you get him?"

"A few days ago. We have a long way to go as far as obedience is concerned."

"I would have thought you as a small purse sized dog person."

"Please. I am not the biggest fan of yappy dogs and well he needed a home."

"What kind of dog is he?"

"A Great Dane."

"Jesus Stevens. You do realize that this dog is going to be huge."

"Yes and that's fine by me."

"Well all right then."

"I do feel horrible. I mean you have been really nice to me since we got here. Can I buy you a bone dry cappuccino? A blueberry scone perhaps?"

"An offer I can't refuse lead the way."

She had helped him up and they had walked to the pier where everything was starting to wake up. He hadn't let her pay even though she insisted. He enjoyed having the company. They were good sort of almost friends at the hospital, but this was the first time they had seen each other outside in the real world. It was small talk really, but it was nice all the same. They spoke of surgeries and he watched her eyes light up as she recounted her latest one to him.

"It looks like Miami suits you."

"I know. It's weird. I mean I was born and raised right out side of Seattle. I have spent my entire life with in a few hours of that city. Who would have known that I was supposed to be on the other side of the country."

"It's funny how that works."

"Not to sound like I don't enjoy this because I do, but don't you have patients to see today?"

"No. Not today. What about you?"

"It's my first day off in forever. I thought that Seattle Grace was hard."

"Well you did choose plastics. It is kind of a big thing in a city such as this."

"Touche. Well this is me." Mark hadn't realized that they had walked so far. Now they were standing in front of a small white house.

"Nice house."

"I never liked apartments. You wanna come in? I can drive you back in a minute, but Ringo here needs to be put up."

"Ringo? As in the Beatle?"

"Yeah. I was particularly bummed the day I went to get him. I had been listening to Golden Slumbers when I got out of the car and when we got back in I just kind of had to. John and Paul weren't exactly fitting."
"What about George?" He remembered that she had visibly tensed.

"I guess it didn't occur to me."

"He is the reason you left Seattle isn't he?"

It was then that she had told him about George and her need to flee the Emerald City. He had listened without judgement and told her about Addison. Everything about Addison. It was that day that he realized that Izzie Stevens was his best friend. Given that he didn't really have much of a selection in Miami, but none the less she was his. They would watch movies together and talk on the phone, which was a first for him. He didn't really like it at first but she liked to talk when she painted her toenails and it was always entertaining to listen to. A few months into it he had gotten a phone call at three in the morning. All she said was "Can you come over?" It was tear filled and he knew that something was up. He had jumped in his car without even bothering to put on a shirt. When he got to her she was curled up in the middle of her bed. That was the day she had found out that Kaitlyn Esperanza O'Malley was on her way into the world.

Izzie was extremely nervous about her dinner with everyone. When she got out of the shower she smirked at the sight of her daughter coloring with her husband. Some how he didn't quiet fit in with the colorful aray of Crayola crayons lying in the floor. She never thought she would live to see the day that Mark Sloan would color with a small child. Let alone their child. She remembered the first time that they had kissed. It seemed like ages ago, but she remembered it like it was yesterday. He had come over after he had gotten off of work...

"Izzie."

"Huh?"

"If you don't get a move on it we are going to be late."

"I know sorry."

"Daydreaming?" He asked her before wrapping his arms around her in her white towel.

"Yes, but not about that."

"We will have to fix that."

"If you will excuse me I need to get dressed. Would you mind starting her bath for me?"

"Not at all. Come on Em it's bath time."

"Bubbles daddy."

"Of course."

"Not to many Mark remember last time?"

"I promise no overflows."

"That's all I ask."

They were five minutes late, but all three were clean and dressed. Izzie cautiously knocked on the front door. Once, Twice, three times. Then there were footsteps coming across the old wooden floors. The doorknob turned and the door opened to reveal Alex Karev. Izzie hadn't expected to see him so soon.

"Izzie."

"Hay Alex." Then he surprised everyone by pulling her to him and hugging her tightly. This made little Emily giggle. Mark not so much.

"How have you been?"

"Fantastic."

"Come in. Wow Izzie she looks just like you."

"Thanks. We came early to help Meredith cook."

"She's in the kitchen. It really is nice to see you again."

"I missed you too, Alex."

"How are you Dr. Sloan?"

"Relax, Alex. You can call me Mark."

"Even though I married Addison?"

"Does it look like I'm still waiting around for her?"

"I guess not. The game's on in the living room. Me and Shep were watching the kids and the Rangers."

"Sounds good." They made their way into the living room where Derek Shepherd was animately talking with a young boy that looked exactly like him. Mark assumed it was his four year old Ian.

"Hey Shepherd look who was at the door."

"Welcome to the living room Mark."

"It's great to be here. Who might this young man be?"

"I'm Ian."

"I'm Mark and this is Emily."

"Hi." With that he went over to play with another young boy in the corner.

"That's my son Max. He's a bit shy." Max looked nothing like Alex or Addison. He had blonde hair and green eyes. They had adopted him right after they had gotten married.

"So Em what do you think?" He asked his unusually quiet daughter.

"Boys."She told him matter-of-factly with a smile.

"Uh oh. It's to an all girls Catholic school for you my dear." This only earned him a few giggles from her.

Izzie had made her way into the kitchen and found Meredith among a plethora of cooking supplies.

"Hey Mere."

"Izzie! I'm so glad that you are here."

"Looks like I'm just in time. So what have we got."

"I don't know."

"That's not good. You sit here and let me do everything else."

"Ok I can do that. Am I aloud to ask questions?"

"Yes just don't try to help."

"Ok so how did you and McSteamy meet up in Miami?"

"We worked at the same hospital."

"Really?"

"Yes and then one day we saw each other on the beach and kind of became friends."

"Awesome, but how did you both end up there?"

"We were both running from someone."

"And now you're back?"

"And now we are back. For a little while."

"So how did you hook up?"

Backbeat the word is on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody
Feels the way I do
about you now

And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
But I don't know how

Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall

Wonderwall Oasis

Ahhh the cliffie. The next chapter will revel the hookup. Yeah so I have no idea why I decided to put Oasis here. So there is this song I need to hear on Grey's Anatomy but I can't even find the lyrics on line. It's a local band getting a lot of good press at the moment. They are called The Bear Colony. Check out their myspace. The song Hospital Rooms Aren't For Lovers is addictive. They are Indie so consider yourself warned if you aren't an Indie fan.