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Callie walked back into the hospital after spending most of the afternoon working in the new clinic. She decided it was probably the best place to hide from George. Since he had skipped their lunch with her, she was going to make it hard for him to find her when he realized his mistake.

However, much to Callie's disappointment her husband never came looking for her. She didn't know rather to be mad that he had skipped out on her or be sad at the fact that he hadn't even noticed it yet.

A doctor from psychology department walked passed her and gave her a smile that gave her a chill. She shook her head at the odd look and continued down the hallway.

She pushed the thoughts of her endless problems with her husband to the back of her mind as she came up to the nurses' station. Two nurses talking behind the booth tensed up when she stopped at the station and quickly dropped their conversation. Callie raised an eyebrow at the normally gabby nurses. She knew she had made a few scenes around the hospital with George, but she didn't think people should be looking at her like she was ready to snap, unless of course, Izzie Stephens was in front of her.

"Um… Hi," Callie said, carefully. "Do I have any calls?"

One of the nurses quickly shook her head no.

"No one has been looking for me have they… like say my wayward husband?" Callie joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Both nurses' eyes went wide and quickly shook their heads no.

"Okay…well thanks, I guess," She said, before turning around and walking off towards the locker rooms.

As she opened the door to the locker room, two interns, who were whispering to each other on they way out, stopped in their tracks. Callie furrowed her brow at the odd behavior and step around them as they continued their way out off the room whispering to each other once again. She tried to hear what they were saying as they were walking out of the room, but all she could hear was the sound of their laughter as the door swung shut.

She was hoping she would find her husband in the locker rooms. She could sometimes find him there, usually with one of his friends. However, most times he was with a naturally gorgeous tall blonde friend of his much to her disappointment.

As she made her way around the lockers she stopped when she saw Alex at his locker. He had a hard look on his face as he roughly threw a book into his locker. He then slammed the door shut hard, an action that made Callie flinch.

"That kind of day, huh?" Callie said, breaking the silence.

Alex turned to her in surprise.

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Well same here," She laughed, bitterly. "I would say those kind of days seem to come abundant in this hospital."

Alex just shook his head in agreement. They both stood in awkward silence for a few moments, neither knowing what to say. She hadn't really spent much time with the other male intern of Bailey's group, other than a few surgeries. All she really knew about him was what George had told her and that was never a pleasant report. Apparently, the two had never gotten along very well.

"So you still want in on the possible double amputee surgery tonight?"

Alex just stared at her for a second before Callie continued on.

"I've found that good surgeries make crappy days better. It's all about avoidance, you know?"

Alex nodded his understanding as he thought about her words.

"Cool." He said, simply.

Callie looked around at the empty room and saw that her husband was nowhere to be found once again.

"Right. Well I guess I'll see you in the scrub room then. Don't be late." She said, turning around.

On her way out Alex called out.

"Dr. Torres."

Callie turned around at the sound of her maiden name. She looked at the other doctor oddly. She was just starting to get use to being called an O'Malley, to hear her maiden name seemed strange.

She was about to correct the other doctor but he continued on before she could do so.

"I liked it better as Torres. Sounds better."

Callie furrowed her eyebrows at him. "Um okay. Whatever."

With that she turned and left.

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Izzie stared up at George above her. His eyes were focused on her lips and she could tell he was thinking about kissing them again.

That was the funny thing about being best friends. You could always tell what the other one was thinking. Tell what move they were about to take before they took action. But Izzie didn't see this coming. She couldn't foresee him taking the step from controlled rage and anger to uncontrollable urges and sinfully delicious passion.

She lifted her hand and slid it through his hair before pulling his head roughly down to hers for a kiss that matched the rhythm that he had set with his body. It was a kind of kiss she had never imagined he was capable of before she knew him this way. A time when they were just best friends and she could read his mind and knew his every move, before when he wasn't capable of sending her rushing over the edge with the tips of his fingers and rhythm of his body.

An edge she was rapidly approaching for the second time since he had started his ravage of her body. When he roughly pulled away in the middle of the kiss, nipping at her lips along the way, she could see in his face that he was right there on the edge with her.

His face was red from concentration while wisps of his hair swept across his forehead and down into his eyes from his unwavering movement. She reached up to gently brush it back. A move that must have surprised him because she felt a shiver run across his body as he looked down and locked eyes with her.

She was once again allowed to read his mind. She could still see the anger she saw before. He was mad with himself for being unable to control his urges and furious that he didn't want this to stop anytime soon. He was putting all of his anger into every move he made. Izzie allowed him to vent through action because she knew how he felt because she felt the same way. She didn't know how something so shameful could feel so right.

Izzie kept her focus on his eyes because behind the anger was something more. A look that was familiar. She had seen the same look when their first mistake took place.

He must have read her thoughts because he suddenly squeezed his eyes shut and dropped his head down to her the nook of her neck as he tried to stave off the ending.

They were both breathing hard as their hearts raced. His grip tightened around her waist.

"Hate..I…hate…I…" he started, but couldn't finish the sentence.

Izzie took her hand that wasn't buried in his hair and lifted his chin to force him to look at her again.

"Love…" She said, firmly, keeping his fierce gaze. "…Just Love."

The look on his face soften as he nodded once before he let his body go over the edge, sending her over right along with him.

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