When the plane touched down Cristina got up, and walked off the plane as fast as she could. She had brought no carry on to avoid getting caught in the traffic.

Once Cristina had finished collecting her luggage from the belt, she walked outside looking for a cab. She walked to the line to wait for a cab. When she got to the front of the line, a man shoved past her and into her cab. "Hey!" she yelled. "Don't worry about it sweetheart," said the man, "with your ass, someone will pick you up eventually." The cab drove away, and Cristina stood their dumb founded.

"Hey Cristina" yelled a familiar voice. Cristina turned around and saw Harry waving madly, and about to climb into a cab. "You can share my cab if you like."

"Thank you so much," yelled Cristina as she rushed to Harry's cab.

"Your welcome" said Harry, who was very pleased in sharing his cab with Cristina. "Here let me help you with your luggage," Harry loaded Cristina's luggage into the car. As they left the airport and got on to a freeway Harry said, "You know Cristina I'm not boring."

"I never said…" stuttered Cristina.

"Your face said it all,"

"I'm so sorry that you got that impression, your not boring at all." As the car reached the hotel Harry paid his fair and got out of the car. Cristina followed him. Once their luggage was out of the cab. Harry suddenly grabbed Cristina's face and kissed her. Cristina was taken aback at first, but then closed her eyes and kissed Harry back. "You see Cristina, I'm not boring at all." Harry picked up his luggage, "I'll see you at the bar later."

"I never said-"

"You'll come because you want to see me again. "he said with a playful smirk appearing on his handsome face. He handed Cristina her luggage. "I'm going to check in. See you tonight."

Cristina smiled to herself, and started to walk inside. What she didn't notice was Owen witnessed the whole scene.

Owen stood with his luggage dumbfounded. Although he was no longer married to Cristina he still very much loved her. He divorced her because he wanted her to get the money from the plane crash lawsuit, but he still had very strong feelings for her. And winning her back was the priority of this trip. Although the conference was interesting, and eventful, what her really wanted to accomplish from this trip was winning Cristina back. And London was the perfect place. The sites, the sounds, and of course the alcohol.

Cristina finished putting her lace black dress on. It was a great dress it was sexy, and form fitting. She left her room, and headed towards the elevator. As the doors opened standing there was no other that Preston Burke. As she entered the elevator she and Burke stood their in awkward silence. "Cristina" Burke said, "I just want to apologize."

"For what?" asked Cristina in an annoyed tone.

"For everything. Leaving you at the altar without an explanation, and changing who you were. I am truly sorry."

"Thank you for the apology." They stood there for a couple more seconds when the elevator doors opened.

"Cristina," said Burke, "I don't mean to be intrusive, but are you married, I know being a surgeon that diamonds rings are convenient to wear- ,"

"No," Cristina interrupted him, "I am divorced. And you."

"Married to a Oncologist."

"Well congratulations."

"Thank you" Burke walked out the front doors of the hotel, and Cristina walked into the hotel bar.

Cristina walked into the bar and saw Harry sitting at a small booth in a corner. Cristina ordered a beer at he bar, then walked over to Harry's table. "Can I sit here?"

"Ye-Ye-Yes, of course." Said Harry raking in the skin Cristina was exposing in her dress. Cristina and Harry talked at the bar for hours. Harry asked her all about Seattle, and Cardio. Harry was definitely more interesting then she first thought, but his resemblance to Owen was uncanny. "Look Harry it's been great hanging out with you, but I have to go to bed. The conference starts very early tomorrow."

"Okay" said Harry with a sad voice. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow." Just as Cristina was about to leave the bar Harry yelled. "Wait, Cristina. Can I have your number."

"Ummm yeah." She gave him her number.

"Thanks" he said enthusiastically.

Cristina went up to her room. And got into bed. Before she went to sleep. She was running through a list of tomorrow. The list entailed: avoiding Dr. Parker, who would asked for a middle of the conference hook-up, and Colin who would UN-doubtedly try something.

The next chapter will be the conference. We will meet Colin, Parker, and Burke again. The next chapter will me more interesting. And Happy New Year.