"And those are the doors to the hallway that leads you down to the ER." Izzie said pointing out the 100th place on her mom's little 'tour' of the hospital. Izzie was in hell, she knew she was or at least as close to hell as she could get. Every time that she pointed something out all her mom would do was mumble something under her breath and scrunch her face up in a weird way. She knew that her mother hated Seattle and everything that was in it, she thought that it was "too big for a small town girl". Izzie knew that her mother saw her as a small town girl but Izzie never liked living in a small town where everybody knew everybody. It annoyed her a lot.

They started heading over to the elevators when her mother finally spoke and said "This place seems a little too big." she muttered.

"Well it is big, it's one of the biggest hospitals on the west coast." Izzie explained as she waited for the elevator doors to open.

"I don't understand why anyone would want to work in a place like this." she said as the doors opened and people poured out of the elevator.

"Because it's exciting and fast pace." Izzie explained as she pushed the button for the fourth floor. Just as the doors were about to close they heard someone shout "HOLD THE DOOR!" Izzie put her hand in front of the door and stopped it for the person. The second she saw who it was she wished she had just let it go. It was, of course, George.

"Thanks." he said breathlessly as he pushed the button for the fifth floor. Now this is hell. Izzie thought to herself as the doors closed once more and left the three of them in the elevator. The tension could literally be cut by a knife at the moment. Izzie was looking up at the floor numbers and George kept looking at her out of the corner of his eye and Izzie's mom kept looking between the two of them.

"Do you know each other?" Mrs. Stevens asked already knowing the answer.

"Sort of."

"Not really."

They answered at the same time getting slightly stiff at hearing each others voice.

"Mom this is Dr. O'Malley, Dr. O'Malley this is my mom Diane Stevens." Izzie said still not being able to look George in the eye.

George turned to look at Diane and extended a hand "Nice to meet you." he smiled.

Diane just looked at his hand for a moment than rolled her eyes and turned to Izzie "Are you two sleeping together?" she asked.

"No!" Izzie said right away. "I mean no, no we aren't." she said more calmly.

"Isobel tell me the truth." she demanded.

"Mom we aren't sleeping together."

"Don't lie to me."

George put his hand down by his side "Mrs. Stevens, we really aren't sleeping together, we are just-"

Diane cut him off by holding her hand up "Dr. O'Malley she doesn't need you to defend her. I know what kind of girl she is. I mean when your daughter gets knocked up at 16 you pick up on a few things." Izzie closed her eyes and hung her head down. That was something she didn't want George to know, or anyone for that matter. "It's not like it would be a surprise if she was sleeping with a doctor or two." The elevator went quiet, George didn't know really what to say to this but he kept his mouth shut and went back to looking at the elevator doors.

After a moment or two the silence was cut off by two pagers going off like crazy. Izzie looked down at the pager to see a 911 OR 3 flashing back at her. Oh thank god! She thought to herself as she looked back up at her mom.

"I'm sorry mom but I have to cut the tour short, it's an emergency." Izzie said as the elevator finally hit the fourth floor.

"But Isobel-"

"I'm sorry, I have to go but you can wait in the waiting room for me or get some coffee from the cafeteria. I'll try and get back to you soon." Izzie lied and got off the elevator with George following her. When the doors finally closed behind them George picked up a quicker pace to keep up next to her.

"Not one word George." Izzie said focusing on trying to get to the OR.

"Izzie-"

"Just forget what you heard." Izzie said as they approached the scrub room. George just nodded and dropped the subject.

4 hours later

Izzie stepped out of the operating room, took off her mask and started scrubbing down her hands. Meredith and George joined her by the sink.

"That was a pretty crazy surgery." Meredith said trying to break the silence.

"Yeah it was fun." George said not looking up from his soapy hands.

"Exciting." Izzie mumbled. Just then Lexie came into the scrub room from the hallway. Holding a chart in her hand.

"Meredith your patient in 304 is complaining about side aches and he wants something for the pain." she said.

"Why didn't you give him something?" Meredith asked drying her hands, quizzing the young intern.

"Because I'm not suppose to if he is going to surgery in a few hours." Lexie answered proudly.

"Good." Meredith said grabbing the chart and heading out to the hallway.

'Hey Lexie is my mom in the waiting room?" Izzie asked before Lexie left.

"No there are just a few guys there." Lexie said heading out. Izzie thought for a moment getting slightly worried wondering where her mother might have gone. She looked over at George for a moment who looked slightly concerned as well but Izzie just shook her head thinking she was imagining the look on his face.

She walked out and started looking all over the place for her but after about 30 minutes it was obvious that Izzie wasn't going to be able to find her by herself. She walked over to the nurses' station where Alex was standing talking to Lexie.

"Hey guys have you seen my mom?" Izzie asked.

Lexie shook her head "Sorry no."

Izzie turned to Alex, "Have you?"

"She wanted to know if there was any place near by to go so I told her…" Alex explained but he sort of faded off when he saw the look on Izzie's face "What?"

"You told her to go to Joe's didn't you?" Izzie asked.

"Yeah."

Izzie rolled her eyes and headed to Joe's. She didn't see George watching for the corner of the room with the same concerned face he had had on earlier.

Across the street at Joe's Izzie opened the door and the moment she did she realized that it was going to be a very long night. Sitting at the bar, slightly slumped over the counter was her mother with a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in another. Izzie took a few deep breaths and got ready for the night she had in front of her. This is not going to be a fun night.