Izzie

Dear Isobel,

You are cordially invited to attend Seattle Grace's 10 Year Reunion! This is an opportunity to catch up with old friends, piers, and colleagues from the past 10 years. Please RSVP to the invitation by September 30th. The event will be held at Seattle Grace Hospital in the lower level nurses' station from 5:00 – 11:00 PM on November 1st. Hope you can make it!

Respectfully yours,

Richard Webber, Chief of Surgery of SGH

"A reunion? Did you get this?" I asked Alex before we headed off to work.

He nodded. "Yeah, stupid right?"

I laughed. "Just a bit weird…"

He smiled then cleared his throat. "So uhm do you want to go with me?"

I shook my head, sifting through the rest of the mail. "Nah, it's okay. I can go by myself, plus I'll see you there anyways so…"

I saw his lips thin and immediately felt bad. Was he asking me out? "Oh, were you…?"

"Was I what? Asking you out? No, no…of course not. I just thought if you were going you know we could go together."

I grinned at his nervousness. "Why are your hands shaking?"

He instantly tucked his hands in his pockets and resumed his cocky attitude. "I'm cold okay? Shut it will ya…let's get to work."

"Okay, okay," I mumbled. Why were things so awkward with Alex all the sudden? Did he like me again? I prayed that he didn't because I just didn't feel the same way. Not after the whole George fiasco. I needed to be single for awhile. But, what was I going to do if he actually wanted something more?

"Hey, do you know if Alex likes me?" I asked Cristina when we got to the hospital.

She rolled her brown eyes and said, "This isn't high school Barbie and I'm not Cupid."

"Come on Cristina," I pleaded, "Please! You have to know, you know everything."

"Correction, I only know things that involve me. This does not involve me so no, I do not know."

I sighed in frustration then entered the crowded elevator. I heard a few whistles from new interns and my head immediately whipped around.

"Excuse me? Can I help you with something?" I lashed out, my voice cold and angry.

The taller one pushed his friend. "Sorry, won't happen again."

I pressed my floor and hugged my purse closer to my chest. "Good, it's degrading and very sexist."

"I agree, some people are just immature," the taller one said, looking directly at his friend.

The doors clicked to a stop and I hurriedly got off the elevator.

"Wait!"

I turned around and saw the tall intern calling out to me. "I'm really sorry about what happened back there." He said when he caught up with me.

I shrugged. "I'm used to it."

He grinned revealing his perfectly straight, white teeth. "I'm Adam." He held out his hand and I reluctantly shook it.

"Izzie Stevens," I replied, "Are you new here?"

"Sort of, and I'm not an intern if that's what your thinking."

I felt my cheeks blush. "Of course not…what are you then?"

"I'm the new neuro resident," he said proudly. "I start today."

"Oh my gosh really? I'm a neuro resident also, almost an attending. The chief told me I would have company soon."

"Oh yes, but you will have some great competition," he flirtingly said.

I giggled then tucked some loose strands of hair behind my ear. "Well we'll see…I have to go do work stuff but I'll see you later?" Work stuff? What was wrong with me?!

He grinned. "You bet."

I shot him one quick smile then headed towards the lounge. I had this giddy nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach and I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. He was gorgeous, smart, and totally into me. Yet, I couldn't get Alex out of my head. Maybe I felt guilty.

"Why are you so smiley?" Alex asked as he bit into his apple.

I shrugged. "No reason."

He raised his eye brows then threw his apple in the trash. "Right, well I'll see you tonight."

"Huh?"

"Our movie night remember? Meredith and Cristina are on call tonight."

Realization dawned on me. "OH! I'm sorry; George and I are going out somewhere. We need to talk, you know?"

He nodded, but didn't meet my eyes. "Whatever," he mumbled as he slammed the door to the lounge on his way out.

"Ugh!" I groaned. Why did this have to be so hard?

"Contractor, 35, fell off a ladder and hit his head. Severe bleeding on the left side." The EMT informed me as she rolled out a young man's gurney.

"Okay, put him on morphine and I'll be in there to check on him. Also, order a couple CT and MRI scans so I can see what's wrong." I ordered a couple interns, one of whom was the one who whistled at me in the elevator.

They nodded then ran off into the crowded ER. I sighed and quickly took off my bloody gloves. On my way through the crowd, I bumped into the one person I was trying to avoid.

"Whoops sorry…" I stammered.

"Nah its okay," he replied.

After a short pause I asked, "Alex what's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"No, something is wrong…talk to me."

"NO Izzie! NOTHING is wrong, okay?! I'm fine! Are you satisfied?"

"No I'm not because you are obviously upset about something," I spat back.

He shook his head. "Just forget it okay!? And while you're at it, just forget about me. You obviously don't want anything to do with me considering you didn't even bother to remember our movie night. And the strange thing is I'm not even that surprised because you don't even notice me Iz! You don't want to! So no, I don't want to talk to you!"

Then he took off leaving me alone.

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