"What are we doing inside the storage room? Someone might see us." Izzie was frowning, both of her hands on her hips. Placing a finger to my lips, I had gently pushed her from the nurses' station inside the storage room for us to talk.

"I just wanted to tell you something." I was leaning on the door with my arms crossed. I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it again. I didn't know how to begin.

"Well," Izzie asked, expectantly.

She wasn't going to make this easy for me. Here goes. "I'm going back to New York for a few months." I gave her my most charming smile and handed her my card. "If you ever miss me, don't hesitate to call. I'll be on the next flight back."

She rolled her eyes at me. "If I take it, you'll let me go now?"

I chuckled, still holding out my card. "Yes, I'll let you go," I emphasized, "for now."

She picked up the card like a repulsive creature. "Fine," she replied, impatient to go back outside. "Can you please move?"

Opening the door for her, I backed out of the way and let her slip past me, inhaling her scent. "You'll call," I predicted, winking at her as she glared back at me. I waited a few minutes inside before I walked out of the storage room and almost bumped into Addison.

With an eyebrow raised, Addison knew I was up to something. "The OR's that way." She pointed to the other side of the nurses' station where a distinct signage was lit up above the swinging double doors.

"I was looking for a mop. Just wanted to clean up some mess," I smiled at her. "Where are you off to?"

Forgetting about seeing me coming out, she smiled and winked at me then went inside the storage room. I leaned over the station and got my patient's chart. While I was quickly scribbling my discharge orders, I noticed Karev coming out of the OR, looking left and right, jogged around the station to where I was and went inside the storage room. I shook my head in disbelief.

A nurse was about to go inside the storage room when I stopped her and handed her my patient's chart. "Carry these out stat. My patient wants to go home now." Pursing her lips in annoyance, she took the chart from my hand and still proceeded in turning the door knob. I promptly changed tactics and implored to her with my signature smile. "She really wants to go home. Please?" The nurse blushed, taken aback, and rushed off to do my bidding.

I laughed to myself all the way to the call room.

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I reclined my seat and stretched out my legs. Sipping the whiskey the flight attendant handed me, I closed my eyes and relished the events in the past few days. I smiled contentedly.

Seattle seems promising. It may not be New York with all the hustle and bustle going around, but it held a different kind of excitement. Particularly, when my thoughts would stray to a certain blond intern who always seems to be irritated in my presence.

She's definitely not my type. I never liked blondes; they don't look intelligent nor even interesting to talk to. And I never bothered with women who obviously didn't like me. I mean why bother to woo women like that when I could already be engaged in other 'activities.' In addition to that, I never like working with interns. Come to think of it, even other attendings for that matter. Interns are a breed of walking liabilities. I have to admit though, this woman is 'the total package' with 'spunk' stamped all over it. So far, she's been brilliant in all my surgeries and adept in her skills. And she's a tigress in bed.

A dark thought crossed my mind when I recall that night. I shook my head. She's not stupid.

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Sorry for updating late. My mind's been on vacation. Please bear with me if the story seems slow in revealing the plot. Mark has to go back to NY for now. Please leave a review!

What was that dark thought? Hmm. Take a wild guess and let me know in your review! Thanks!