Moments of Mallie

He knows what's best

"Yang, Karev what do you see?"

"The left ventricle is dilated 62mm, diffuse hypokinesis" Alex started taking in the image that was on the screen before them,

"Slight pleural effusion, ejection fraction was only 29%, but there's no other valvular or structural abnormalities" Christina added her head slightly cocked as her eyes scanned the image,

"JVP was elevated to 8cm above sternal angle" the pair turned to see the Chief and attendings behind them appear suitably impressed and Callie could only shake her head at the similar smirk that played on each of their lips.

"The kids' toast" Alex said a moment later,

"Good candidate for surgery, an awesome surgery, who's doing it?" Christina asked her eyes on the scan and was only drawn away when the chief let out a groan of frustration,

"Neither of you" with his final comment the chief turned and stalked from the room raising a hand to massage his temples.

"You two could be unstoppable if you could just learn a little bit of tact" Derek said a moment later taking a large bite from an apple,

"Pffft tact doesn't save lives. Really though who is doing that surgery?" the neurosurgeon just shook his head as Owen pulled the image from the screen and flicked open a thick folder, pulling out a seat next to the other man,

"Sorry I'm lat-You young lady have three more bites and I'm taking that off you" Mark said having just walked through the door and Owen and Derek craned their heads only to see Callie perched on the bench behind them, her hand poised in front of her open mouth,

Mark leant on the opposite side of the table as Callie's eyebrows flew upwards as she her gaze found her husbands,

"You're not taking this off me" she stated defiantly and Owen caught the smirks that reappeared on the residents faces,

"Cal you know those just-" but Mark's words were cut off when Callie took a very, very large bite out of the creamy donut she was holding before looking back at the plastic surgeon with satisfaction. Both Christina and Alex snorted in amusement as they watched the pair while Derek and Owen only tried to hide their own smirks. Mark simply shook his head,

"That's two" he stated simply not moving from his position and Callie fixed him with a glare that could deter most it appeared, however, that Mark Sloan had been on the receiving end of it one too many times to really worry about it now.

"Callie you know that they always make you sick" she shook her head before he had finished his sentence,

"Uh uh my morning sickness has pretty much gone and my appetite is back, I'll be fine" but that didn't stop Mark from rounding the table before she even more her very pregnant body several steps away from him,

Damn Sloan.

Before she knew it he had plucked the donut from her hand and had handed it to Derek who had looked surprised for only a second before chucking it into the bin. They watched Callie for a moment waiting for the explosion but instead she simply turned away from her husband picking up the case files again and moving away from him slightly. It was clear that she was angry at him and Mark had to conceal his smirk from his irritated wife.

It was as Owen was talking Derek through the extensive damage to the nerves that Mark abruptly turned to him and suddenly held out his copy of the case notes to Derek. Confused the neurosurgeon accepted the file and watched his friend swivel around and grab the bin from behind him while simultaneously hooking his foot around the leg of the chair that sat beneath the table. They watched Mark hold the bin in front of Callie just in time as her body flinched violently and she vomited into it. Mark gripped her shoulders once his wife was holding the bin herself and gently guided her down into the chair before he pulled her hair back away from her face with one hand and rubbed her back with his other.

The others couldn't help but smile at the couple and watch the side of Mark that they rarely got to see carefully but skilfully manage his wife's sickness expertly. But they all snapped into action when he turned and clicked at them muttering water. It was then that Bailey moved through the door, case file in hand while holding a bottle of water up to Derek who cracked it open and passed it to Mark. When Callie finally managed to stop emptying her stomach she took the water and skulled half of it down effectively washing the unpleasant taste from her mouth along with the burning in her throat.

While Mark got rid of the evidence Callie ran a hand over her face and held the cool bottle up to her flushed cheeks cooling them. After a minute she stood up with a groan and turned back to them only to find her husband walking back into the room, a small smirk on his face. She raised a hand and pointed and him defiantly,

"Shut up" she commanded and the others grinned widely knowing that the two words were as much as Mark was ever going to get as an apology.

I'm soooooooooooooooooo angry and upset and horrified by what has happened on greys! I have been in hospital and only caught up yesterday. DEVASTATED!

So I had to write something. :( Hope you like and would very much appreciate a quick review

xx