Wow, thank you everyone for your reviews. You rock my socks. D This is me, apologizing for taking so long to update... so much for spring break: I ended up working way too much for my liking. So, here it is (finally). Enjoy! Ok... I think this is the fourth attempt at getting this chapter up...

The song is Right Kind of Wrong by Leann Rimes.

I woke up to the pitter-patter of rain outside and pulled the covers up over my head. Sometimes, Seattle just drove me nuts. I glanced over at the clock. The alarm was going to go off soon.

Right about…

Now.

Know all about
About your reputation
And how it's bound to be a heartbreak situation

Mark grunted and swatted at the clock. "Careful!" I said, "You wouldn't want to break it. Then you'll owe me another clock." I gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, and he smiled into them.

"It's too early in the morning," he said.

I pouted. "Too early in the morning for sex? You? Really?"

He laughed. I love it when he laughs. "No, too early for cheesy country music."

Oh. Right. It's never too early for sex if you're Mark.

He kissed my shoulder, running one hand up my bare leg and teasing under the oversized shirt I was wearing. I sighed, pressing my body into him and kissing him a kiss not unlike the breathtaking one we'd shared the night before in the stairwell.

But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time that I'm where you are
You walk in and my strength walks out the door

"We've got to go to work," I mumbled as he teased my shirt up over my head, kissing my warm skin as he went.

"This," he said in between kisses, "was all" – kiss – "your" – kiss – "idea."

"Mm…" was all I could manage. It was moments like this when I couldn't tell if it was love or lust. But I hadn't forgotten last night.

It was definitely not lust.

Say my name and I can't fight it any more
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much

His kisses intensified, and he leaned over me; his bare chest pressing against my own. I thought the words 'I love you' over and over again. I couldn't say them yet. It sounded too real; too scary. I knew I loved him. But he didn't need to know that quite yet.

Loving you… that isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't want to spend my time with you
Well I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong

'BEEP BEEP BEEP'

"Fucking pager!" Mark said, hitting his hand on the mattress, sending shockwaves across the bed. He reached across me to see whose pager was going off. I sighed and shut my eyes, praying to whoever would listen that it was not my pager. Plastics patients could wait. Babies generally could not.

"It's yours," Mark said, obviously annoyed. "911." I pounded my fists against the mattress in frustration before swinging my unwilling body out of bed. "See you later," he grinned. He exaggerated stretching out and placing his arms behind his head, watching me get dressed and twist my hair into a loose knot at the back of my head.

I studied my reflection in the mirror. Sometimes it amazed me that I could look so incredibly fabulous with so little effort. Other times it astounded me just how much effort looking fabulous took. Thursday must be the day when it takes no effort at all.

"You were born beautiful, babe," Mark said laughing, as if reading my thoughts.

"I know," I called from the bathroom as I squeezed the gooey toothpaste onto my plastic pink toothbrush.

As I grabbed my bag and headed out the door he chose to comment, "Now if only you could get ready that quickly every morning."

It might be a mistake –
A mistake I'm making
But what your giving I am happy to be taking
Cause no one's ever made me feel
The way when I'm in your arms

"What's going on?" I asked as I entered the mild chaotic atmosphere that had currently settled in the NICU.

"She keeps going into v-fib. Her heart isn't going to be able to take this much longer," I heard the rising panic in Izzie Stevens' voice.

"You, out," I pointed to the door. It was too bad. I could have used her skill if she wasn't so attached.

"But –" she tried to protest.

"Stevens, you're under my direction. I am telling you to get out of the NICU, now get out of the NICU!"

I didn't acknowledge the door as it clicked shut, and focused solely on the baby. "Epi?" I asked the nurse.

"Dr. Stevens already pushed five milligrams."

I sighed, hating to risk intracranial haemorrhaging, "Point one of ecmo, please." Almost immediately, Jessie stabilized. I pressed my stethoscope to her tiny chest, heaving with the struggle for life. "Breath sounds equal, she's stable. Page me at the first sign of any change."

Izzie was nowhere in sight when I exited the NICU. It's for the best, I supposed, though I would really have liked to talk to her. I poked my head back in the door, "Page me if Izzie Stevens shows up, please." The nurse nodded, and I continued on down the hall, enjoying the familiar clack-clack of my new Prada heels.

When in doubt, buy new shoes.

"How are we this morning, Anna?" I asked as I entered her room. She smiled; a true smile that made me smile too.

"I'm good – great, in fact. Greg's coming by later and we're going to visit them."

"That's excellent!" I was truly happy for her. Seeing her this happy because of her babies made me wonder for the thousandth time what my life would have been like if I'd kept mine – Mark's… our baby.

Our baby. That was definitely a bizarre concept. But Mark would make a terrible father, I told myself over and over again.

"How are you feeling?" I asked distractedly as I flipped through her chart.

"Sore," she admitted. There was a pause and a silence filled the room. By the sudden cloudiness in her eyes, I knew what was coming next. "How is the – the baby that got Kara's heart?"

"You named her Kara?" I asked, smiling sadly.

"Yeah. It was the name we'd picked out. It was my favourite name," she sighed.

"Well, she's fighting still. We're still in the crucial stage. Another twenty-four hours and we'll be able to know for sure." After a moment, I added, "would you like to visit her again?"

They say your something I should do without
They don't know what goes on
When the lights go out
There's no way to explain
All the pleasure is worth all the pain

"She's going to live," Anna said, almost forcefully.

"Yeah, she will," I said, lifting the lid of the incubator so that Anna could hold Jessie's hand.

"I'm glad that Kara could save her," Anna said looking up at me, her eyes cloudy with tears.

"Me too," a voice said from behind. We both turned around, and there was Izzie, standing with Alex at the doorway.

"Your husband is looking for you," Alex said, looking past me and speaking directly to Anna.

"Ok," she said, attempting to roll herself to the door. I stopped her.

"You're in no shape to be doing that. You'll rip your stitches," I waved Alex over, "Karev, take her to see Mr. Davis."

Alex wordlessly swooped over to grip the handles of the wheelchair and remove her from the NICU. Izzie took one look at me and quickly busied herself with the chart of a baby I was sure she'd never seen before.

"You shouldn't be afraid of me," I said.

"I'm not," her voice was clipped.

"Izzie, you're off the Kiren case," I said, avoiding the use of Jessie's name.

"What?! Why?!" she exclaimed loudly enough to make Jessie start to cry.

"You're too attached," I said, placing a hand on my hip.

"What?" she laughed, "I am not too attached. She's a patient just like any other."

"Except that she's not," I said. "She's not just any other patient to you, Izzie. You named her. You spend more time in the NICU than anywhere else. When was the last time you were in surgery?" I hadn't intended to argue with her, but I had to make her understand.

"I operated yesterday," she said.

"Yeah, you did; on Jessie. Any other surgeries since she got admitted?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"No," she said after a moment, "but it's only been what? Three days?"

"Five."

"That's not that big a deal," she countered, "It's been a slow week."

"Actually, it hasn't been. It's been really busy. Stevens, you're a surgeon. You operate. That's what you do. Now, get out of the NICU right now and go find an emergent surgery to scrub in on."

"I haven't done anything wrong –"

"Go!"

Loving you; that isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't want to spend my time with you
Well I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong

"Callie, I feel like a horrible person," I set my tray down almost violently on the cafeteria table next to my friend.

"Hello to you too. Is that normally how you greet people after a week of absence?" she said, setting down her book.

"It hasn't been a week. Ok, maybe it has. But that's not my point."

"Oh, so you have a point. Let's hear it then."

"I kicked Izzie off a case."

"What'd she do wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Ok, I'm confused. You just… felt like being mean to some unsuspecting intern?"

I rolled my eyes, "She's just too attached. The patient was abandoned, so it had no name. Stevens named it."

"Oh. So, you think by just not letting her near it you'll fix the problem?"

"Well when you put it like that, it really makes me sound like a horrible person," I scowled into my chicken caesar wrap.

"You're not a horrible person," she reassured me with a half smile.

"Well what should I do? She's incredibly talented, but I don't know what I'm going to do about her being so attached."

"Maybe you should just let it be."

I should try to run but I just can't seem to
'Cause every time I run your the one I run to
Can't do without what you do to me,
I don't care if I'm in to deep

Emergency C-Sections. I'd performed them so many times I could practically do them in my sleep. I bit my lip as I gently pulled a wailing baby out of his mother's retracted uterus. "Be careful with the retractor, Dr. McGuire. You don't want to tear the uterine wall."

"Yes, Dr. Montgomery," the nervous intern said, shifting his weight.

I was saddened to see what the patient's OB clearly hadn't noticed. This baby had a cleft pallet. I handed him to the OB, Dr. Redshaw, to take care of and turned to sew the mother back up.

It was never fair, the people who had to struggle through difficult deliveries and painful disfigurements. As doctors, we do our best to help, but there's only so much that we can do.

"Mark," I said when I finally found him coming out of OR 3, "I could use you on a consult."

"Since when do babies want face lifts?"

I rolled my eyes, "It's a cleft pallet, Mark. Please try and be a little bit human."

Ok, so that was a little harsh.

"You know, on second thought, I think I'll wait for tomorrow. I'll let the mother have a day's happiness with her child before I subject them to you and your smart remarks."

"Hey! I promise: no smart remarks," he said, holding up his hands.

"All the same, I'd still like to wait until tomorrow. We'll have a better idea of what's going on."

"Sure," he said, shrugging. It clearly didn't matter to him. I turned to leave but he grabbed my arm. "I happen to know there's an empty on-call room just down the hall. Why don't we pick up where we left off?"

I know all about,
Yea about your reputation
And now it's bound to be a heartbreak situation
But I can't help it if I'm helpless
Every time that I'm where you are

Within seconds of the door clicking shut behind us, he had me pressed up against the wall, his hands already working their way under my scrub top to tease my skin. He parted my lips with his tongue; flicking the roof of my mouth and making me shiver with the tickling sensation.

I pulled at his own scrub top, running my hands down the perfect eight-pack. "Where do you find the time to work these out?" I asked.

"Just born this hot, babe," he smirked.

"You're so full of yourself."

He paused. "Does it turn you on?" he asked thoughtfully.

"Perhaps," I replied as flirtatiously as I could manage without feeling foolish.

"Well then yes, I am full of myself."

"Shut up," I said, pressing my lips against his once more.

His thumbs brushed my hipbones, making me squirm. I drew lazy spirals down his spine; I knew it drove him crazy.

"I love you," he whispered as he kissed the soft spot right below my ear.

"I know."

You walk in and my strength walks out the door
Say my name and I can't fight it any more
Oh I know, I should go
But I need your touch just too damn much

Stir fry sizzled in the pan on the stove. "Smells good," Mark said, coming into the kitchen. It was nine o'clock and I was starving, so I'd decided to make myself some food. Unfortunately, bizarre midnight snack cravings are often inconvenient to make, so I am, for once cooking.

"Yeah it does," I said, making a conscious effort not to drool all over the noodles. Mark slid his arms around me, kissing my neck as I pushed around the vegetables making sure they were cooked. "Stop trying to seduce me," I laughed, wiggling out of his embrace and reaching for plates.

"Well, if you're going to feed me, I might have to for a moment."

I spooned some stir fry onto my plate and carried it to the small table in the corner. He followed me and sat down, scraping his chair along the linoleum. I took a bite, slurping the hot oriental noodles into my mouth, glancing up at Mark as one hit my nose. Our eyes met and he started to laugh. I frowned for a moment, but then I started to laugh too.

I wish life was always like this. Sharing dinner with someone and laughing over something stupid every night. Perhaps it's only on Thursdays.

Loving you; that isn't really something I should do
I shouldn't want to spend my time with you
Well I should try to be strong
But baby you're the right kind of wrong

Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong.

Sooo what'd you think? I'm having a bit of an issue with Izzie, so I'm sorry if that seemed weird. I know where she's going though, so next chapter will be better in that respect.

May