A/N: I own nada. It's all Shonda! The negative reviews that I am getting are ridiculous, and they won't stop me from writing. I realize that there there may be a few flaws, but I DO know my characters. As far as "killing" Cooper goes, I absolutely adore Cooper. I adored Dell and George and Denny as well. Killing characters makes for good storylines.

"I don't need your help. I can find my way around a hospital just fine," Charlotte told Owen as they left the Chief's office.

He didn't even glance her way, "I didn't intend to give you any."

Stealing a glance to analyze the woman's reaction, he saw that she was slightly taken aback. Yeah, she would have expected him to follow through with what he had said.

"In that case," she began after only a brief pause, "I think it's important for you to follow through with your word to the Chief. Would hate for it to get back to him that you're not doin' the job he asked, wouldn't you?"

Mhm. He should have seen it coming. "No," he deflected, "you see, what I lack in the ability to deal with stubborn women I make up for with surgical skills. The Chief only wanted us out of his hair."

Silence. Thank God.

But Owen knew better than to expect it to last, so he broke it before she had the chance to, "Samuel Briar is from this point on our patient, as well as Dr. Torres'. If we can both handle that like adults, we can make the patient our first priority and be done with one another as soon as possible." He turned down the next hall, knowing that she had to continue the opposite way to speak with the police if she wanted to.

"Dr. Hunt!" came her southern from behind him, "Trauma and peds tend to come together often. I suggest we make this a long term agreement."

Nodding over his shoulder, Owen gave no other response as he watched Callie walk past the nurses' station and stealthily moved to grab her before she disappeared from his view.

"Hey you," she greeted him, a smile on her face.

"Hey. The Chief put me in charge of her."

"Oh. Okay. Who's her?"

"Her!" he stressed to his friend, wondering why she wasn't getting the picture.

"Oh." Callie shook her head, "No. Still not getting it. Owen, you're going to need to be a little bit more specific if you'd like to have a two sided conversation."

"Robbins' replacement."

"Ohhhhhhh. And?"

They made their way into a supply closet to have some privacy. It was one of their rituals. They did so on a regular basis without discussing it, "And I was mean, I think. But so was she. Needless to say, we didn't get off on the right foot."

"Well why were you mean?"

Well why are you acting like my mother? Owen wanted to ask, but he restrained himself.

"When we were in the OR, we had a disagreement. And then the way she argued with me . . . it was too familiar."

"Oh."

"Oh what?" She wasn't giving him enough to work with.

"You're gonna fall for Arizona's replacement. That's just awkward."

Screwing up his face, Owen clearly thought that the idea was absurd, "I'm not going to fall for her. Ever. Completely out of the question."

"But she is hot, right? You have to agree with me there." Callie opened the door of the supply closet, leading the way out. A passing nurse gave her the look that they always got. Why was it that everyone thought they were sleeping together just because they talked to one another. Stupid, irrational people.

"No."

Tapping his playfully on the arm, she gave him "the look" that clearly said she saw right through him. "You're lying."

"So?" Owen smirked, his blue eyes twinkling.

"Wanna know how to make her cooperate?"

Well of course he did, "Is that a trick question?"

"Kiss her."

His eyes shot open in surprise. Chuckling, he managed, "She's probably married to some guy who carries a gun or a knife or something."

"You scared?" Oh Lord. She was starting with her teasing tone.

"No. It's just . . . she-"

"I don't wanna hear the excuses. Twenty bucks says you don't kiss her before the end of the day."

"You're serious."

"Oh, I'm serious."

She was serious. She was seriously serious. Seriously? Owen couldn't turn down the bet, but he also couldn't kiss The Replacement. It was wrong on so many levels. He hadn't even known her an entire day. Then again, he'd barely known Cristina when he'd first kissed her, either. And there hadn't even been money involved in that case.

"Fifty," he suggested.

"Fifty. And you have to come back with your manhood in tact."

"Deal." They stopped, shook, and laughed. This was going to be interesting.

They walked their separate ways. Owen to the nurses' lounge to secure some free cake, as there was bound to be some. It was literally always some body's birthday, and he was always sure to be especially nice to the nurses.

And he was still starving. Checking his watch, he saw that it was just slightly after eight. In an hour, his shift would be over. And thankfully, he wasn't on call that night.

After consuming some delicious cake that the nursing staff had so kindly offered him, he headed to the nurses' station to find it empty. Good. That meant he could page Dr. King himself.

No. He really couldn't.

But he had to.

Without bothering to fight his inner battles any longer, Owen paged King to an exam room for what he could pretend was a consult.

In moments, the blond entered the not-quite-spacious room. When she saw Hunt, a tone of skepticism overtook her features, "Where's the patient?"

"There is no patient."

"Then what the hell am I doin' here?" she turned to grab the door and leave, but Owen grabbed her wrist. The look on her face suddenly changed, "Do not touch me."

He released his grasp, knowing that she wasn't about to give him the chance to do what he needed to. This was not going to end well. "I'll give you twenty-five dollars to kiss me." Half. That was an alright deal, wasn't it? Why was he bargaining over a bet?

"It would cost you a lot more than that to get a kiss out of me, Mister." She wasn't joking. Not even in the slightest.

"Name your price."

The stubborn blond crossed her arms across her chest, "Your head on a silver platter."

Now that was just rude. Simply rude. There was no point in replying to that. He obviously wasn't going to get his way. Stepping forward, he pinned her body against the door and crashed his lips against his colleague's. It was rough; violent. Needy.

Charlotte pushed the redhead away from her in seconds, and left. The last man she had kissed had been Cooper. Now that was gone. Forever.

A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I'm uninspired here, but the updates will come :) Please review.