I'm glad you're all picking up on Layla. If only Mark were as smart...

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It's been two weeks since I began working at Seattle Grace Hospital as the head cardiac surgeon. Two weeks since I met the man of my dreams, Mark Sloan. Two weeks since I learned that the man of my dreams had a girlfriend. Two weeks since I realized that I didn't care.

In those two weeks, I've learned a lot. I've learned that the on-call rooms are used for sex, not sleep. The elevators have a reputation as the hospital's make-out central. And the little docs are eager to the point of being annoying, hoping to scrub in on even the most boring surgeries.

It wasn't hard to win the respect of half the hospital. It wasn't even that hard to win the respect of the entire hospital. Play nice and save lives and they pretty much love you, which fits nicely into my plan of action.

I don't actually have a 'plan of action', per se, just an overall goal: win over Mark Sloan. Somehow I figure having the hospital on my side will help me out. Because having the hospital on my side means that I have Mark Sloan on my side. The only two people in Seattle Grace who don't like me are Callie Torres, the lesbian, and Lexie Grey, Mark's girlfriend.

It can be a little annoying sometimes. Torres and Grey have friends that they use to help keep Mark away from me. Thankfully most of them are distracted by the innocent mask I wear. Too bad Torres and Grey can see through that mask though, they're making my life very difficult.

Thankfully Mark thinks they're being paranoid. Mark thinks I'm the sweetest thing and a great friend. He sure has made himself comfortable inside my pocket. Now all I need is to find the right time to take him out and play with him….

It was a Wednesday, 11:15 AM, raining as always. Everyone's hearts were pumping perfectly today and I was thoroughly bored. I made an interesting discovery while passing the O.R. board though. Mark and Torres were going to be scrubbing in on a surgery together in just fifteen minutes. Since I've been here two weeks already, I've been in the O.R. enough to know that doctors talk while operating. They gossip.

So just what would they be talking about while in this surgery together? I smiled, knowing it'd be me they'd talk about. I could already hear Torres, trying to warn him to stay away, trying to tell him I had ulterior motives. But what would Mark say back? Would he give in to her and try to avoid me? Or would he defend me? Now that was an interesting idea.

I decided that I'd just have to sneak into this surgery and find out. It shouldn't be too hard. I'd scrub in before they got there and I'd hide behind some nurses behind them. With scrub caps, gowns, and face masks, there was no way they'd notice me in there. My grin grew as I mentally applauded myself for the fool-proof plan.

Ten minutes later, I was scrubbed in, disguised as a nurse, hiding in the back of the O.R. A few minutes later Mark and Torres walked in together, fully prepared for surgery. I had to remind myself to close my mouth, which had opened involuntarily upon seeing Mark. He was so hot. Every time I was around him, I had to tell myself to calm down. It wasn't love; I think…it was lust.

Mark and Torres seemed to be in the middle of an argument. I shrank back into the shadows behind their backs so I could hear without being seen. I could picture the annoyed look on Mark's face. He wore it every time Torres or Grey brought the subject of moi up.

"You're going out with her tonight? Alone? Are you stupid, Mark? You know what she wants—"

"She doesn't want anything. We're friends," Mark interrupted hotly. I bit my tongue, grinning.

"Oh please, you don't really mean that. Don't you whores all speak the same language? You should be able to read her better than the rest of us," Torres responded with the same amount of heat. I was enjoying this.

"Shut up Callie, just shut up," Mark ordered. Surprisingly, Torres closed her mouth. Mark dropped his voice to little more than a whisper. I took a few steps forward to hear better. "I love Lexie and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Little Grey's changed my life. No one looks at me with disgust anymore. I'm through with sleeping around." Ouch. That hurt. "Layla and I are just friends, nothing more, and if she wants more…well, she'll be disappointed, won't she?"

I have to admit, that wasn't what I'd been hoping to hear. But still, I wasn't entirely convinced that he meant it. I wasn't sure if he was saying those things to get Torres off his back or if he was being sincere.

"Then why are you going out with her tonight, and not your girlfriend?" Torres asked. Apparently I wasn't the only one unsure. Before Mark could respond though, the mood in the room changed to panic. One of the machines' beeping had become irregular, quick.

"Shit," Torres yelled. "He's going into heart failure."

"Someone page Devon!" Mark called. A few seconds later, the sound of my pager joined the others in the room. I saw Mark and Torres both tense. Then they turned around in unison. It was almost comical. I probably would have laughed if a) Mark wasn't giving me the look he was, and b) the patient wasn't in trouble.

I stepped up, becoming the serious surgeon I sometimes am, being sure to push Torres hard out of the way. A few stressful minutes later and the patient was stable again. Everything was back to normal. Well, except the fact that my plan was shot and Mark was giving me a look that I did not enjoy.

After being discovered like that, I decided that staying in the O.R. would be a bad idea. I left without saying anything, but didn't go far, for two reasons. One was that it was very possible the patient would have more trouble. The other reason was that, even though he'd be angry and would probably yell, the thought of Mark Sloan talking to me and me alone was too much to resist.

Turns out he was pretty angry when he came out of the O.R. He seemed to notice that I was barely listening to his rant though, because he suddenly gripped my upper arm and pushed me backwards against the wall. I tried not to look happy, but inside there was a fireworks display worthy of the Fourth of July going on.

"What the hell were you doing in my O.R.?" he growled. He was inches from my face. He looked so irresistible, I just wanted to push my head forward and lock lips with him. Not yet, I instructed myself. Instead I pretended his aggressiveness scared me. He gave me a small shake and let go, turning away furiously. He probably wouldn't have been so angry if he hadn't been talking about me.

All I could think about was how good his ass looked in those dark blue scrubs.

=) And it will only get worse....