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Another reference to the finale in this one. This is definitely not the last story I will reference Amelia's statement about workplace dating. It is just too easy to build off of!

"I have started a strict no workplace dating policy," Amelia firmly states to Arizona and Callie. They laugh because they wish they had had that same mentality before they started dating. At least there are no hard feelings now.

After the surgery is over, Amelia scrubs out and heads for an on-call room. She really needs to just lie down for a minute and think. Everything suddenly hits her like a freight train and she has this overwhelming guilt wash over her. She had been the one to lean Owen on and now she was trying to push him away and it wasn't fair to him. She had been the one giving him sex eyes while they talked about Herman, hell she gave him those eyes every chance she got. And they turned him into a mushy ball of nervous, smiling, babbling Owen-goo. Works like a charm, every time. Then she was the one who shows up on his doorstep rambling about sparkling water and then claiming she was not thirsty. It was the perfect declaration with a double meaning. Yes, she was lying. She was thirsty. Just not for water!

She lies there staring up at the ceiling taking stock of every memory she has of Owen. Every last detail of every word that has every graced her ears and every last touch her skin has ever felt and suddenly she realizes that rules are so much more fun to break than to follow!

Her fingers fly across the keyboard of her phone.

A: Hey, I have a bit before my next surgery; do you want to grab some coffee?

That was a little forward.

O: Sure, I have a few minutes. I'll meet you there in 5.

That was far easier than I thought.

Amelia spots him from the other side of the room and glides across the floor, carrying both their coffees.

He looks up and smiles at her "Thanks" He takes a sip "You remembered."

"Of course, I'm a brain surgeon. It's a gift."

She gives him those eyes totally by mistake and he turns into Owen-goo.

He stumbles over his words as he tries to hide her affect on him.

She clears her throat as she notices his eyes are now wondering down her body. He snaps back.

"So you has..have another surgery tonight? It's been a long day, maybe you should reschedule?"

"Yes and no. It's just a quick in and out, shouldn't take me long, I've already bumped this woman's surgery three times this week, I don't want to make her wait any longer."

Owen reaches across the table to grab her hand. She doesn't pull away. "Okay, just promise me you'll go home right after and get some sleep. And you know what, take tomorrow off. You deserve it."

"Yes Sir, however, I have a few things I have to do tomorrow, so how about a 10am start instead of 7am?"

He smiles at her use of 'Yes Sir' and nods his head in agreement. "10am! And I better not see you a minute earlier. That's an order"

Finishing up their coffees, Owen and Amelia keep their conversation light. It came so easily to them. Leaving the cafeteria, Owen tries to bid adieu to his lovely lady, placing his hand on her lower back. She squinted her eyes at him, in that knowing look, like she knew he was up to something. All of a sudden, she feels him pulling her by her elbow into the empty supply closet down the hall.

Owen was all hands and lips and Amelia groaned in pleasure as they coupled in the closet like a pair of horny teenagers. She did not see herself ever tiring of his hands on her.

I have started a strict 'yes to dating Owen' policy.