Thank you all for the reviews, I don't know what you will think of this chapter, I wanted it to be a big huge ordeal when they finally saw each other again, but it became more realistic as I wrote it, Owen couldn't make a huge gesture to get her back since he didn't know she was coming and Cristina thinks their ship has sailed and still hold resentment towards him for how he treated her before she left. This is my attempt at a first reaction from seeing one another after a year of being apart, I wanted to stay close to character but still couldn't resist adding my own interpretation of Owen and Cristina's feelings. Tell me if you like it or hate it, or if I should re-write it. Again, thanks for reviewing! also the more dramatic confrontation will be in the next chapter.

Cristina made her way around Grey-Sloan Memorial hospital in search of the room her patient was admitted into, she couldn't put her finger on what it was, maybe the familiarity with the atmosphere, maybe it was the rush of being back after a year long absence, maybe it was the deja vu she was experiencing, remembering her seven years spent inside these walls, whatever it was, it gave her a rush she hadn't known she lost in Boston, for a split second, it felt like she had never left, like she had been here all along, like she hadn't missed anything. That small feeling of comfortableness quickly diminished when she finally reached the patients room.

Her breath caught in her throat while she fought to steady the pounding in her chest, her quick and efficient footsteps came to a halt when she caught sight of him. This was not a drunken illusion, he wasn't appearing in her dreams or haunting her apartment because right now she was sober, and she only let herself think about him when her judgment was severely impaired. There he stood, looking as handsome as ever, with his golden hair and his piercing blue eyes, he hadn't changed a bit, if anything he looked even more masculine and stood with an era of arrogance, he looked so sure of himself and she loved that about him. Her eyes glazed over his body and an overwhelming nostalgic feeling crept up the back of her spine, he looked harder, more muscular, it reminded her of their first meeting, the strong military major who shut the blinds and kissed his damsel in distress.

Why is it that after all these years, after all the hurt and anger and resentment, he still could make her knees go weak? Cristina thought that by running away and leaving the past behind that it would help mend and heal the bruises, that the hole in her heart would slowly but surly fill up. Seeing him again, reaffirmed to her that it was not easy, and it would never be easy because as hard as she tried not to, she couldn't help but love him, and she chastised herself for it. Right in this moment she wanted to run into his arms and hold him as close as they could physically get and never let go, she shook her head in disgust with herself, quickly reminding her brain and heart that he was not hers anymore, he belonged to someone else.

She stood outside the door for what seemed like forever, trying to find the gull to enter the room and act professional. She wished that she wouldn't have spotted his figure so abruptly, she had hoped she wouldn't of noticed until she got into the room and started examining the patient. It would of been so much easier to deal with their reunion if she was already occupied in taking care of Brady, or if he had entered the room after her. But as soon as she turned the corner and as soon as her eyes fixated on the entry to his room, her eyes immediately fixated on Owen. Who was she kidding, she would of spotted him in a crowd full of people, there was no going back now. She wished she would of thought this through, a dialogue should of been rehearsed in her head and she should of prepared for the first interaction with him, but she hadn't, things had transpired so quickly that she had no time to devise a plan and follow through with it, now she was forced to improvise.

She vaguely heard footsteps behind her and was startled out of her thoughts when someone called out her name.

"Dr. Yang, Oh, thank God your here." The man ran up behind her and gave her a big bear hug.

"Coach Santiago, nice to see you, even though its under these circumstances." Cristina reciprocated the hug, and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

"I know, I know, but at least we have you here to fix Brady up, he's heavily sedated right now so he's not saying much if you know what I mean." He shoulder-checked Cristina playfully, then in a more serious tone, he added, "Thank you so much for flying all the way to Seattle." He was clearly relieved to see Cristina at the hospital to attend to his most promising player.

"Of course I came, he's my star patient." Cristina smiled warmly while adjusting her lab coat.

Owen was updating the patients chart and monitoring his heart rate, trying his best to attend to this very important baseball player when he thought he heard someone yell out her name. No it couldn't be, he thought. He let out a ragged breath and tried to steady his nerves but his heart was beating a mile a minute. He felt his palms begin to moisten and literally jumped out his own body when he heard her voice, it was sweeter then he had remembered, and in that moment it was music to his ears. He thought he was hallucinating her presence again, and shut his eyes tight and took a deep breath as if to bring him back to reality. Too bad he didn't prepare for the sight that he would be confronted with when he opened them again.

He heard two sets of foot steps entering the room, he clasped the file so hard that his knuckles turned white, he slowly opened his eyes and turned around from facing the monitor and looked over his shoulder. Thats when his eyes finally met hers, two sharp intakes of breath could be heard simultaneously and the world stood still as they soaked each other up, neither breaking eye contact, and both trying communicate through a look, the feelings that they couldn't express through words.

"Cristina?" His voice cracked and his brows furrowed, clearly still in disbelief, Owen needed reassurance that she was in front of him, in the flesh.

She cleared her throat, and tried desperately to find her voice, "Owen." she whispered, it was barley audible, and she wondered if he had even heard her, her stomach was doing flips and her insides felt like they were on a roller coaster. She shook her head and tried to regain her composure.

"I-, I mean, Chief Hunt, sorry sir." She apologized for using his first name and mentally kicked herself for doing so. She gave him the better part of five years and she deserved to be on a first name basis with him even though they no longer spoke.

The shock of seeing her again was overshadowed when he caught on that she felt obligated to use his formal name, had they drifted so far apart, and had their memories together decimated to her that she couldn't find comfort in calling him by his first name? Surly she couldn't have erased all their years together, the good, the bad and the ugly, he wouldn't take back a single moment he had spent with her, he only wished that their time together would of never ended, and that she was still his Cristina.

"Cristina," The tone in his voice broke her heart, his eyes were pleading with her and his face conveyed a hurtfulness that she was not ready to face nor accept its existence.

"Please don't refer to me by my formal name, and please don't tell me that you forgot what we once meant to each other, I deserve more then that." I know you do, is what she wanted to say, but old habits die hard and she was still stubborn and still held a grudge over the circumstances leading up to her departure.

She nodded, "Owen,"

"So you two know each other?" Coach Santiago chimed in with his heavy Boston accent and raised his eyebrows in curiosity. Cristina and Owen both looked at each other before nodding slowly.

"We used to work together, I did my internship, residency and fellowship here." Cristina added while she fidgeted her weight on each side of her body uncomfortably. She didn't want to give the coach a book report of their past life together, but she felt a twinge of guilt when she saw the disappointment close Owen's face.

Owen was hurt by the way she brushed off the question and tried to mask his pain but couldn't stop his mouth from adding, "Well, we used to do a lot more then just work together." He raised his eyebrows to emphasize his point.

"Awww, so you two have history, what like a secret office affair?" He grinned ear to ear and nodded as if he'd cracked the code. "That explains the looks you two have been giving each other, the tension in this room is so thick that you could cut it with a knife."

Cristina turned her head and finally broke eye contact with Owen, she shrugged her shoulders and sheepishly said, "No, it wasn't like that, he's actually my ex-husband."

He gasped in surprise and now it was his turn to shake his head as he crossed his arms around his chest, "Well, I certainly don't stare at my ex-wife all longingly and intensely like you two have been staring at each other, I would tell ya to get a room, but since you're not together, that'd be a tad bit inappropriate…." His statement was cut short when Owen's pager started going off and made the three of them jump in surprise.

"Just because people get divorced doesn't mean that they stop loving each other...", Owen started, then let out a sigh,

"Oh, crap, I-, I gotta go, trauma coming in, multiple crush injuries, they need all hands on deck." He stammered clearly irritated that he had to leave the room, he looked up into her eyes again and suddenly he couldn't find the strength to move. She noticed his hesitation and as much as she hated to admit it, it was a relief to know she still had some power over him and he still wanted to be in her presence.

"Its Okay, Go ahead, I'll be fine, It hasn't been that long, I still know my way around." Cristina urged him to go and attend to the patients in the pit, even though she much rather would of spent more time with him. He gave her nod and ushered his way towards the door, but not before stopping right in front of her and taking hold of her forearm, as luck would have it, his small gesture gave both of them a little static shock, the mere feel of him, even though modest and light, had her heart racing. He looked her dead in the eyes, with his signature stare that made her knees go weak and lightly whispered, "This is not over, Please, this can't be it, promise me we will talk." I'll do anything you ask, God, the way his eyes pleaded with hers was heart breaking.

She released his hold on her arms and lightly brushed her finger against his before uttering, "Okay."

"Good because Im not against flying to Boston and tracking you down, so don't hide from me." He had inched his face closer to her and she could feel his hot breath lingering on her neck, his eyes diverted from holding her gaze to fixated on her lips before he gave her another once over and reluctantly turned to leave. Cristina watched as he descended down the hallway and couldn't will herself to look away which made her cheeks turn a few shades of red when he turned over his shoulder to once again meet her gaze with a twinkle in his eye and a smile creeping on the sides of his face, he turned his head forward before he let her see it.