FOUR

Inside the hospital from the bridge Meredith watched her post it husband Derek, and Owen, through the glass, talking outside on the small roof terrace on the floor below her. Her arms were folded and pressed onto the metal support rail that ran the width of the glassed wall in front of her. She contently took in the sight below. She'd been watching them for a few moments not really thinking anything, except that Derek might look up and see her. But when she noted that Owens head remained low between his shoulder blades during their conversation and that Derek patted Owen on the shoulder more than once, and that Owen jumped to his feet more than once, she became curious and stood a while longer looking trying to lip read, which was difficult as most of the time the men had their backs to her.

Just then Cristina idled up, scrub cap in hand. "Whatcha doing?" She asked mimicking Meredith's pose.

"What do you think those two are talking about? " Meredith wondered nodding out the window.

Cristina followed her friend's eye line and shrugged. "Us of course."

"That's what I thought. What have you done?" Accused Meredith.

"Me! I haven't done anything. What have you done?"

"I don't know." Meredith said pushing her hands into her lab coat.

Cristina turned around and leaned her back against the metal rail; folding her arms she cocked her foot flat against the vertical post of the rail. "Last night, me and Owen had the most amazing sex. We..."

"...Yes. Thank you..." Interrupted Meredith.

"...You know that guy is amazing, he does this thing where he...."

"Cristina."

"...It's like he gets his tongue and he..."

"Cristina!"

"Alright, alright, we're on the men talking..." Cristina leant off the rail and turned around, focusing her attention on the outside.

"Owen. Owen is talking. "Stated Meredith. "And Derek is supporting."

"So what are they talking about?"

"Us." Said Meredith. "Us. What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything. You probably used up Mc Dreamy's conditioner or something."

"Owen looks unhappy and Derek looks concerned."

Cristina wasn't concerned. "Unless Owen is crying over the great sex we had, which I doubt because I was awesome. Maybe he is giving McDreamy some bedroom ideas for you tonight."

"Or maybe Derek is giving GI Joe support because his girlfriend is pathetic..." Snarked Meredith. "Aren't you in the least bit curious?"

"No. I'm not."

"You're not curious as to why Derek and Owen are having a heart to heart in the middle of the afternoon at the hospital."

Cristina took a closer look out of the window. "I wasn't until you put it like that." Owen did appear troubled, or something.

"How about we divide and conquer." Suggested Meredith. "You take yours and I'll take mine and we'll confer at close of business tonight in the locker room."

"I don't need to confer Nancy Drew. I'll just ask Owen and he'll tell me." Cristina began to move off, but the unsure look on Meredith's face took the mischief out of the situation. "Wait... Are you worried about anything in particular did you and McDreamy have a fight or something... "

Meredith shook her head but her hands were pushing far into her pockets. "Well... We did have a thing last night. It was a little thing, but it was a thing..."

"A sexual thing?" Gasped Cristina close to her person. "

"A thing about Lexie and Mark!" Meredith bit, trying not to smile. "We're having dinner tomorrow night with my father at Boehme's and the little sister and Mark thing is still a bit too much for Derek."

"Yuk. I think Mark is trying to become the next Sheppard, "said Cristina.

"That's Derek's guess too. Anyway, tonight should be 'fun'. You should come and bring Owen."

"So you can do your Dr Wyatt assessment type thing on him. While I watch McSteamy and Lexipedia make eyes over desert. All while sitting next to the delightful Derek McDreamy and 'perky'papa Grey? No thanks. I think Owen and I will have a much better time doing other things, if you know what I mean..."

Meredith made a face. "You know you really have become unbearable. I wouldn't be surprised if Owen is complaining to Derek about all the sex he has to have with you. It must be quite difficult."

"Oh, I don't think so." Cristina danced away.