George stopped at a red light and looked over at Izzie who was looking out the passenger side window. That had been about the sixth time since they got into the car that George had looked over at her and it was driving her absolutely insane. She hated when people kept looking at her, it was weird.

He turned his head to look straight ahead and leaned back in his seat. "Something interesting out there?" he asked.

Izzie turned her head to look at him "No why?"

"Well you haven't stopped looking out there since we got in the car and you haven't said a word in ten minutes." George explained.

"Well some of us can go longer than 30 seconds without making some kind of comment, I know that's shocking to you, and I am staring out the window because I'm trying to ignore the fact that you keep looking at me." Izzie said extremely annoyed.

"Well I keep looking at you because you keep looking out the window, so stop." he argued.

"Well stop looking at me and I won't have to look out the window." Izzie snapped back.

"Fine."

"Fine."

It got really quiet in the car and they both tried to ignore the fact that there was a small tension in the car. The light turned green but George didn't start moving because he was too focused in not looking over at her.

"The lights green." Izzie pointed out.

George snapped out of it and looked up at the light "I know." he started to drive forward.

"Well you weren't moving." Izzie said.

"I was thinking."

"You think?"

George gripped the stirring wheel tighter "Yes."

"Shocking."

George looked over at her for a second then snapped his head back "You know what that's enough from the peanut gallery and stop being a back sit driver."

Izzie eyes went wide "I was not back seat driving, I do not back seat drive."

"Oh well that's funny because you were just back seat driving." George shot back.

"I'm not even in the back seat!"

"It's a figure of speech."

Then it got silent in the car again, both of them really wanting to say something but didn't want to be the first person to say it. They had to admit it was pretty fun to argue.

"Get off at this exit." Izzie whispered the directions.

"Ok." George quickly took the car off the freeway, he was going so fast Izzie grabbed onto the side of the door trying to brace herself. "Will you stop that?"

She looked at him "Stop what?"

"Grabbing the door! It's annoying!"

"Well if you wouldn't drive like a maniac." she explained.

"Hey I lived in L.A if you didn't drive fast you didn't drive, you died." he looked over at her again as she slumped back into her seat "You know what? You are a mean drunk." he said.

She looked over at him "What?"

"You are a mean drunk! I mean you were fine at the bar because you were still drinking but now you are just drunk and you are a mean drunk." he said.

"Or you are just so annoying that it brings out the mean in me." Izzie said rolling her eyes and looking back out the passenger side window.

George shook his head "We were actually getting along at Joe's, what happened from there to here?" he asked.

"You started driving crazy and you started looking at me every other second." Izzie said pointing at a street coming up "Turn left up here." she directed.

He did as she said and drove down the street until she told him to stop in front of a dark house in the middle of the street. "You sure someone's home?" he asked looking at the dark house.

"No." Izzie said taking off her seat belt looking at the house then back at George. "But I'll be fine." George just nodded and looked at her nut sure what to say at the moment. "Ok well thanks for the ride." Izzie said reaching for the door handle and turning away. Before she could open the door George put his hand on her arm.

"Izzie wait." he said pulling her back leaning over to her really fast trying to capture her lips with his. Right before his lips touched her she swatted his on the side of the head. "Oh OW!" he moaned putting a hand on his head and leaning back in his seat.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Izzie asked obviously pissed off at his last move.

"I just thought -"

"Just thought what? That you would kiss me and I would automatically fall into bed with you? Is that it? Because I may be drunk but I am not stupid!" she shouted at him.

"I'm sorry." he apologized.

"You know what, whatever, I should have known better than to think you were actually just trying to be nice by giving me a ride home. I should have figured you would want a reward for this." she said opening the door. "I can't believe you." she got out and slammed the door shut. But she didn't get too far before she started to stumble slightly. George got out of the car quickly and grabbed her before she fell over.

"Here let me get you inside." he said leading her toward the front.

Izzie tried to shrug him off "No I can do it myself." she grumbled.

"If I let you do it yourself you may break your neck trying to get upstairs." he said stopping at the front door and turning the door knob "you guys really should lock your door at night." he said leading her through the door

"Thanks for the concern officer." Izzie commented sarcastically as she slumped against him. They headed up the stairs and eventually got upstairs with only a few problems on the way.

"Which room?" George asked.

"That one." Izzie pointed lazily.

"Door number two it is." George said opening the door and carrying her to her bed. "Geez what did you drink?" he asked as he placed her down on her pillow.

"Vodka, straight up." she said giving him a thumbs up.

George looked down at her and shook his head "Man you cannot hold your liquor." he joked.

"I can hold it better than you." Izzie mumbled as she started to doze off. George grabbed a near by trash can and sat it by her bedside and squatted next to her. He moved a stray piece of hair away from her face and stared at her.

"I'm sorry." he whispered. He gently touched her cheek with is hand before he stood up and looked around the room. He saw a chair in the corner of the room that looked slightly comfortable. He grabbed the one of the blankets at the end of the bed and cover Izzie with it, then he grabbed the second blanket and headed over to the chair in the corner and sat down. He figured she would get up at some point and someone would need to fetch her some aspirin, and he was here already and he didn't know if anyone was home or when anyone would get home so he would just crash there.

He looked over at Izzie sleeping and couldn't help but think about how easy it would be to just slip into her bed next to her, wake her up, and take advantage of her right now but something in him didn't want to. Something in him felt bad for even thinking about doing that. If this had been anyone else he would have without a moments pause, why was Izzie any different? What was wrong with him?

George just shrugged the weird feeling he was having off and closed his eyes, maybe it would go away in the morning and than he could go back to trying to sleep with her.