Author's Note: Look who's kicking these bad boys out! I've got another planned for today's word, but I don't know when I'll actually get to writing and posting it. Maybe by Sunday at the latest. This one takes place after the August 3rd episode/scenes at the hospital. The word is from August 5th.

overslaugh: to pass over or disregard (a person) by giving a promotion, position, etc., to another instead.

When Maxie located Matt, he was flipping through charts at the information desk of another floor. She strode off the elevator, creeping up behind him. "Hey there, sexy doctor. I've been looking for you." Distracted, he glanced over his shoulder at her, murmuring a greeting and checking a few more things off the chart. She moved next to him to lean on the counter and poked him in his side. "What's wrong? You look pretty down."

"Robin is driving us crazy, literally." He finished with the chart and turned to face her, the words spilling forth like a dam had burst. "She's changed just about everything. There are new colors and procedures and charts and schedules. I don't know how much longer any of us can take it. You wouldn't reconsider talking to her, would you? Patrick's afraid to in case it puts their marriage back on the rocks. But I may have convinced him to give something a shot. If you dropped a hint, too, it might really help."

"Actually," Maxie shared, "I did say something about it a few minutes ago. I may have made an impression, but I'm not sure. She did seem to be really focused on this job and on not having Patrick do most of the surgeries."

"Oh, no. It's not just Patrick. I've been benched, too."

"Well, we'll see if what I said to her makes any impact. If not, I could try again?" she offered tentatively. "I saw her talking to Epiphany and she did not look happy at all. And that won't be good for anyone."

If possible, his face fell even more. "No, no, it won't. Damn, I wish Steve had given the job to Patrick." Running his hand through his hair, Matt opened a second chart, mumbling something about color coding and insanity.

Maxie regarded him seriously as he grunted in frustration at whatever he saw. "How about you come over tonight and I'll make dinner?"

Her suggestion stopped him in the middle of writing and he turned to look at her with a skeptical expression. "You're going to do what?"

"I should be offended by that look but I'm going to chalk it up to your crappy day. My cooking's not that bad." Her pronouncement was met with a single blink. "Ok, fine. I was going to order something and pick it up anyway. But you didn't have to make that face."

Matt was saved from defending himself by the beeping of his pager. One quick glance at it and he slammed the chart shut. "I gotta go, but that sounds good. Your place or mine?"

"Mine."

"Great. I'll see you tonight, then."

Matt had only taken a few steps away from her when Maxie called his name, quickly closing the distance between them. She placed a kiss on his cheek. "I hope your day gets better."

"Thanks," he answered smiling for the first time since she'd seen him that day.