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A/N: I wonder if I should keep writing. It's fun writing the story but if it's not worth reading I won't keep going… I am not sure if OOC or not. I'll just let them take me anywhere.

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Cristina thought she actually liked Callie Torres. At first, she was nothing more than the ortho chick, the one who was rumored to have roamed the house half-naked. Later, when she kept her mouth shut about Meredith and McDreamy's prom night sex and boldly rescued Cristina's best friend from the black panties scandal, it became an unspoken knowledge that Callie Torres was a strong woman. Indeed, why would she opt for a specialty in bone setting and breaking otherwise?

"Hi, Cristina."

"Hi, Callie."

If Bailey was like a mother to her interns, Callie was the not too popular yet protective big sister. Ever since George told her Meredith and Cristina were family, Callie had been more and more sisterly to them.

"So, you moved out of my old basement spot?" Callie smiled lightly, without acting too friendly. After all, it was a hospital and she was above Cristina.

"Yea," Cristina returned an awkward smile. She prayed that the ortho resident would not be as nosy or caring, whatever it was, as George O'Malley. "It's dark but comfortable."

"Sometimes I miss it too. The freedom of dancing in the dark was amazing!"

"Oh, you did that too?" Cristina was here for business, but chit-chatting with Callie was surprisingly engaging—not as emotionally heavy or daunting as talking to Meredith, nor as intellectually numbing as talking to George. One day, they could be friends.

"Not anymore. George is a conservative guy. He doesn't allow me to dance in our bedroom." Callie lamented.

"Maybe he feels bad that he's never half as good as you are as a dancer!" Both women laughed as Cristina passed one of her charts over.

"So this is the case you want to take over from here, Cristina?"

"Sheppard's order. I need to get 50 cases done by the end of today."

"That's pretty tough. You probably won't be home before mid-night." Callie was surprised. Everyone in the hospital knew how Cristina was back with Dr. Burke. She thought Sheppard would be easier on the intern after those past few months of hell.

"I know. He probably thinks I don't have anything better to do." Cristina rolled her eyes.

"George and I are planning to invite you and Dr. Burke to our place for dinner actually."

"Seriously?" Cristina couldn't figure out why. "Is it your birthday or anniversary or something special?"

"Not really. George just thought that it'd be nice to hang out together, maybe play Cranium…" Callie's eyes lit up.

"Not again!" Cristina could not forget how they suffered from a huge defeat last time because Burke didn't know who Madonna was.

"You're busy, so maybe next time."

"I guess so. You can ask Burke. He's probably busy as well. He has a valve replacement. I mean, he'll be operating on someone, not just supervising another resident or doctor."

"He's operating again? Good for him!" Callie was genuinely happy for the cardiothoracic surgeon. Among all the attendings, he was the least flakey and the most hardworking.

"Anyway, I got to go run these labs first, otherwise I'll be staying here till tomorrow." Cristina picked up the charts and was ready to run.

"Does that mean you don't get to assist or watch?" Callie didn't want to be nosy, because she was not that kind of a girl, but it just didn't make sense to her.

"I promised Bailey I won't," Cristina paused, wondering if it was Ok to disclose anything more, "I promised her before I knew it's gonna be such an important operation for him. His first one in 4 months."

"Did you wish him luck?" Callie asked.

"Kind of."

"When's the surgery?"

"At 2, I think."

"You could probably go and wish him luck again when he's ready to scrub in." Callie smiled self-consciously, "You know, that's what I do every time before George has to perform something major. He really likes that."

"I'll be busy. I promised Bailey…" Cristina regretted having promised Bailey not to work with Burke at the hospital, and the more she denied it, the more she actually wanted to do something for him.

"It's just an idea." Callie was slightly embarrassed, fearing she might have pushed too hard.

"I appreciate that. Really. It's just that… well, I don't really want anyone to see us and make a fuss about it."

"You mean you don't want to be seen as a couple?" Callie was shocked. "But you two are together again and everyone is happy about it."

"It's the attention. I don't want the attention. What if we mess up again?" Cristina shook her head. "I don't know if I could handle it next time. The fingers pointing and the funny stares."

"I didn't know that you care. I thought you're a free spirit." Callie didn't know the curly hair intern long enough to pass any legitimate judgment. However, the Cristina in front of her was quite different form the image George had painted.

"It's his fault. He's too popular. You know this hospital has a lot of crazy people. I don't want them to be jealous." Cristina was trying to fend it off half-jokingly. "You have to be careful with George as well."

Although Callie was harmless, it was more self-disclosure than Cristina had planned. It was time to run before things got messy.

"You sure you won't go see Dr. Burke before the surgery?" Callie smiled, "You know, Cristina, I think it's cute—you avoiding him and everything."

Cristina twisted her curls nervously.

"Actually, if you have time Callie," Cristina knew it was risky, but Callie could probably fly under the radar. "Do you think you might be able to hand this to Dr. Burke for me?"

"Sure."

"Don't let others know. Not even George."

"Not even George." Callie nodded in unison with Cristina.