A/N: Alright, this one's rather short but since some of you were dying to read more... Next update will include the final scenes of this "episode". Sequel is in the making and will hopefully be ready to be released by Christmas Eve. Enjoy!

Seattle Grace Hospital

Administrative Floor,

Nighttime

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Looking at how they were all sitting lined up against the wall of the conference room, George couldn't help but think that this had somehow reunited them. Alex had slumped down next to Izzie who was guarding Meredith's left side while Cristina was close by to her right. Well, as close as Cristina would voluntarily get to anyone. Except for Burke maybe?

At the sound of a pager he turned his head and watched Callie frown as she studied the small display and obviously suppressed a curse.

"I gotta go," she stated and met his eyes. She had joined them a little while ago, walking up them a little hesitantly at first but then determinedly sitting down next to him. They hadn't talked but there was no need to. This was different, any and all issues between them were off the table for now. And so it seemed for all of them.

"Okay," he nodded, realizing she was waiting for some reaction from him.

"Let me know if you hear anything?"

He nodded again. "Sure."

And watching her get up and leave, he once again wondered why he was so confused about him and Callie most of the time. He really shouldn't have to be.

"It was nice of her to come," Izzie commented and he turned around to his friends. "She's obviously busy."

"Lots of broken bones tonight," Alex remarked which earned him a jab to the ribs from Izzie. "What?"

"At least she's got something to do," Cristina muttered and got herself a jab to the rips as well. "What?" she exclaimed, rubbing the spot where Meredith's elbow had hit her.

Just smiling to himself and thinking that at least some things never changed, George looked up when he heard a certain pair of footsteps nearing their position. They all had learned to recognize those steps. He stood up and was on his feet the moment their resident rounded the corner and entered the conference room.

"Dr. Bailey."

Miranda met George O'Malley's eyes for a brief moment, then had a look at each of her interns, slumped down on the floor, looking like they'd just finished a 36-hour-shift. Actually, she wasn't even sure they hadn't.

"Dr. Montgomery is out of surgery and currently in ICU for recovery," she announced at their questioning expressions. "I'm sure she'd appreciate you all waiting here and holding out but there's nothing you can do." She certainly appreciated it. They weren't the worst bunch of interns she'd had. "If you're on call you should try to get some rest. If you're not, go home," she ordered, quickly reminding herself she wasn't here to pat them on the backs. She was their resident. "I'll see you tomorrow," she added and then turned around and left. Resident or not, she would take her own advice and go home. She needed to see her baby and Tucker and maybe she would even get a chance to catch a few hours of sleep.

"I'm on call so I have to…"

"Try and find some coffee," she heard O'Malley and Grey declare behind her.

"I'm on probation," Izzie Stevens pointed out, "I'm not even allowed to take another shift before tomorrow afternoon," signaling she was on board.

"Oh, what the hell, Burke's not going home for at least another hour anyway," Cristina muttered and the last thing Miranda heard before she was too far away from them was Karev tagging along as well for some reason. No, definitely not the worst bunch of interns.