A/n: Thanks for the reviews everyone! :D You rock.
Magic
(Season 2ish)
George was sitting at the kitchen counter enjoying a cup of coffee (one sugar, no cream) when Izzie bounced in.
"Check it out," she said as she held a round black item in her hands. "I was cleaning out my closet and look what I found."
"Is that a Magic 8 Ball?"
"It sure is."
"Oh wow, I remember those." George chuckled. "I haven't seen one in ages. I used to have a friend who believed they always told the truth."
"They do."
"Do not."
"Totally do!" Izzie argued. "See, watch. Am I a great baker?" She shook the 8 Ball then turned it upside down and read the answer with a grin. "Most Definitely."
"Lucky." George said and sipped his coffee.
"Is George going to get lucky tonight?" she asked the ball as he spluttered into his mug. "Oh, Doesn't Look Good! Sorry George."
"Unfair question!"
Izzie giggled. "I'm telling you, it never lies!"
"Oh ya? Let me try it." He grabbed the ball from her. "How about: does Izzie secretly have the hots for me?" He shook it vigorously while she rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh, oh! Yes! Izzie, you secretly want me? I knew my, uh, my manly ways and charm would get you eventually. And you said the ball the never lies."
"It doesn't." she said in a completely deadpan voice.
George stopped laughing.
Izzie leaned forward, closing the distance between the two of them. His heart was hammering in his chest – she does? She wants me? Izzie likes me!? THAT way? – and she held it together for a good few seconds more before bursting into a loud fit of laughter and pulling back to clutch her stomach. "Your… your f-face… oh, your face…" She tried to catch her breath.
"Terrible." He said. "You're terrible."
A/n: Oh Izzie. You tease. ;) Thanks for reading - reviews more than welcome! :D