Oh Mai Gawd You Guyz...I'm exactly on tenth of the way done with this story! Yay! Anyways, this is a really, really, really, short chapter. But I think the context of it makes up for being short.

010. Think

Just like any other night in Seattle, it was raining. For once in his life, Mark didn't care about the rain. It was actually one of those peaceful drizzles that were cliche in every single movie. It had been an hour since Mark had gotten off duty, and yet, he didn't want to go home. Or at least he couldn't go home. He just sat there on a bench in front of the hospital.

"You should go home," a voice said from beside him.

Mark looked up at Derek standing in the rain, a look of resolve on his face. Mark turned away from him. He didn't know if he should still be angry with him or not. Deciding that it wasn't worth it anymore, Mark moved over so that Derek could sit down. "I don't want to go home. Going home means that I'm suppose to sleep, and I can't. Not tonight," Mark stated, keeping his eyes away from Derek.

"About earlier..." Derek started.

"Don't. Don't say anything to me. You don't get to say anything to me," Mark cut him off.

"I don't get to say anything? After you yelling at me today? I'm the one who doesn't get to say anything. Fine,"

"Stop pouting,"

"I'm not pouting,"

"You're pouting. I'm sorry that I yelled at you, but damn it Derek! How could you be so oblivious to that?" Mark asked suddenly. He didn't really want to talk about this, but he was going to take advantage of this moment. Better now then later he supposed.

"I guess there was a part of me that always knew. I guess that I never wanted to admin that my best friend loved me," Derek replied, sighing gently.

"Yeah, well, now you know for sure," Mark said glumly.

"Yeah...Now I know," Derek said trailing off. The two of them sat in silence for a moment before he asked, "Did you mean what you said? About want to kiss me?"

Mark nodded slowly. He didn't trust his words anymore.

"Mark, I don't want to mess things up between us," Derek whispered out of blue.

Mark turned to look at his friend. If he was interpreting what Derek had just said correctly, then..."Things were already messed up between us Derek," Mark said simply.

"Then I don't want things to get worse,"

"Then we take it slow. You go home and think about it, and I'll just, you know, go be a dirty mistress some place," Mark said, a small smirk on his face. He doubted that Derek knew about the Dirty Mistresses Club.

"'Dirty Mistress?' Okay then. That's not the point Mark. I have thought about it. I thought about it all day. And I know what I want to happen, I just don't think that it should," Derek said, getting up to leave.

"When you're done talking in riddles, let me know," Mark grumbled.

Derek took a few steps away from the bench, almost as if he was going to leave, before stopping and walking back. This time he stopped right in front of Mark. He stared down at him for a second before reaching down and kissing Mark on the lips. Mark couldn't believe it. He was pretty damn sure he wasn't dreaming, and unless he was that severely sleep deprived, he wasn't hallucinating. Here he was, getting a kiss from Derek Sheppard. But, all too quickly, Derek pulled away. "How's that for not talking in riddles?" Derek asked before turning and walking into the drizzle.

Mark sat on the bench, watching as Derek disappeared. That had really just happened. The game was back on. And that meant that Mark (and Derek) would have a lot of thinking to do.