This is the last chapter. Hope you like it

Izzie made sure to put her car between her and the mysterious man. She knew the moment she got too close, she wouldn't be able to control herself. She looked around with a frown, suddenly wondering how the hell he got here. Did he walk? She sure didn't hear a call pull up. The last time a car had been on this road was... her. She squinted until she saw a large car shaped object parked a few feet away. How she didn't hear that, she would never know. "So... do you need help?" She turned to the man and tilted her head, "Nope."

She swore she saw a shit-eating grin on his face. Thank god it was dark, covered her blush. "You sure? Because it looks like you do. You're car won't start, it's getting dark, you're stranded on the side of the road, and it's raining."

"It's not-" She felt a fat raindrop run down her forehead. Oh. Then suddenly it was pouring. So there they were, standing on the side of a deserted road in the pouring rain. He was still grinning and he looked oblivious to the rain. She on the other hand was shivering and soaked to the bone. Suddenly help seemed like a very good idea. "Uhm... alright. Fine. Can-can you give me a ride?" Her clothes were sticking to her skin and his clothes to his skin. But he just nodded, still with that grin, than started walking to his car.

She assumed she was meant to follow, so she did. And when the heat hit her from inside the car and they were going 90 in a 45 in the pouring rain she couldn't make herself care. Well at least not about the fact that they could crash any minute and die. She only cared about the fact that it was warm. Not just because the heat was on but because inches away was the man she hadn't stopped thinking about.

"I'm Dean." Ah. He has a name.

"I'm Izzie." She could tell he was thinking the same thing. She almost giggled. But instead she told him where to drop her off. Then there was a silence. Only the blast of the heater and the pounding of the rain on the windshield could be heard. It was too much so Izzie blurted out the first thing that came to mind, "I dumped beer on you." She turned towards him, as much as she could with a seat belt, and she saw a smile, an actual smile not a smirk, on his face. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. It's just you called me desperate and...well you shouldn't have called me desperate. Wait... why am I apologizing?"

Dean's eyes flickered over to her for an instance before going back to the road in front of him. "I think... I shouldn't have called you desperate and you shouldn't have poured beer on me. We've both got something to apologize for. Now, let's just forget about it, alright? Start over." Suddenly the car stopped. She frowned and looked out the window only to realize they were sitting outside her apartment building. Damn. She didn't want to leave this car.

She took a pen from the center console, grabbed Dean's hand, and proceeded to write her number on the palm of his hand, saying call me. Well, there was no paper... she placed the pen back in its spot, and returned Dean his hand where he stared at it with a smirk. She rolled her eyes and was about to make a smart remark when her eyes laid on the clock. Shit. She had to be at the hospital early tomorrow morning. She was supposed to be asleep right now. She had four surgeries tomorrow.

She opened the car door quickly, hastily explaining her reasoning for leaving, but before she got out of the car, placed a quick kiss on Dean's mouth. She practically fell out of his car she was trying to get out of it so fast, she could hear him chuckling damn him, but she rolled her eyes and with what dignity she had left shut the car door and started walking towards the apartment building. And when she heard a, "Hey Izzie, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8..." She will totally deny doing a little happy dance after he drove away.