Bethany Whisper

Izzie knew, when she saw the look on Mark Sloan's face, that something was up.

"Dr. Stevens," he said with a grin, "I do believe you're my intern for the day."

"Actually, I'm not. Alex is your intern. I'm his shadow."

"Actually," Mark said, mimicking her tone, "you are. Dr. Karev managed to get into a very complicated with our favorite red-head so--" He grinned.

"So that means I should be watching him, not arguing with you."

When she turned to go, he grabbed her arm. "I talked to Dr. Bailey. She agreed as long as you continued to follow the rules."

Izzie pulled her arm from his grasp. "Fine."

The day was spent basically breaking every one of Bailey's rules. Mark promised not to report her and managed to coerce her into actually assisting on one of his surgeries.

"Thank you," Izzie said as they exited the operating room. She was coasting on a surgical high and her face was practically glowing.

Mark saw his opportunity and quietly slipped a folded paper out of his pocket. "You really want to thank me? How about an autograph?"

Izzie turned to him with a confused look until she saw the picture in his hand. All excitement vanished and she fell from her high with a crashing thud. "Great." She snatched the picture from his hand. "This is just--" She glared down at the lingerie shot she had posed for. Mark was throwing it in her face. Ass. "Is this why you were so nice to me today?"

Mark's arrogant look didn't fade, but his mouth twitched in amusement.

She took that as affirmative. She angrily pulled a pen out of her pocket and scribbled something onto the picture. "There. Now you can tell your very best friend that you got Bethany Whisper's autograph. Oh, wait. That's right." She slapped the picture to his chest.

"Hey." Mark held her hand to his chest, holding the picture and her in place. "No need for the hostility, Doctor. I wasn't being nice to you today. I was allowing you to do things you should be allowed to do anyway. You made a mistake and you've been paying for it every since. I thought you needed a break. The fact that you're a model doesn't--"

"Doesn't what?" Izzie challenged. "Doesn't make you treat me differently?"

Mark thought about that. "Well, I wouldn't have let Dr. Karev--" He tightened his grip on her hand when she tried to pull away. "Will you let me finish? Jeez, you're such a pain in the ass. Maybe I treat you different, but it's not any different than I would have treated you before I remembered where I had seen you from. You're hot and you're a woman. That doesn't mean you're not a good doctor. I'm--will you stop?"

Izzie gave him a disgruntled look. "I'm not going to run away. I just want my hand back."

Mark let go of her hand with a sheepish smile. "I'm just saying--you're hot and I like you. You're getting perks so stop fighting it and use it to your advantage. You're hot; I'm a guy who likes hot women."

Izzie rolled her eyes. "Sexual harassment. Seriously."

Mark grinned and pulled the autographed picture away from his chest. "I like that you underlined doctor three times. It really emphasizes your title."

"I'm going for lunch."

Mark pulled out a five dollar bill.

She glared at him. "No."

He watched her go with a grin. She was a challenge. He loved challenges.