A/N Let's just pretend Grey's anatomy isn't in Seattle but in Toronto, ok? Thanks to the four reviews I got today, thanks to all of you. I decided to post another chapter. So just make sure you read chapter 10, which I posted earlier today. Enjoy.

Previously:

"Zoë Washburn" Hunt finished for her. "Let's fix her up, she didn't survive the sandbox to die in a mall."

Zoë's wound turned out to be pretty easy, it didn't hit any major arteries or nerves and they were able to repair all the damage in a trauma room. They bandaged her shoulder and put her arm in a sling. They wheeled her off to a room where she woke up about 10 minutes later. She opened her eyes and noticed Greg, Ed and Sophie sitting next to her. Greg noticed she was awake first.

"Welcome back." Greg smiled at her.

…

She looked around warily for a moment

"Hospital?" They nodded. "I'm okay, right? I'll have dexterity? I can still shoot?"

"Yeah, you're ok. The doctor said he would be back within half an hour." She looked at Sophie.

"Are you okay? Is your baby okay?" They nodded.

"Yeah, I'm great. Thanks to you."

"Sophie, how about you and I go to the cafeteria? Stretch those legs of yours." Greg suggested

"Yeah, Soph, doctor said you shouldn't sit still because of all the adrenaline."

Ed waited until they had left the room. Then he grabbed her hand.

"Sophie told me you jumped in front of her to take the bullet. Thank you so much. I owe you." She smiled at him.

"Don't worry about it. Now, if it turns out I won't be able to do my job again, then you owe me."

"No, it's a big deal for me Zoë. Sophie and my kid, could've died. I didn't feel like going shopping, Greg didn't need me. I should've been there. I should've taken that bullet." She smiled.

"Really, Ed. I'm just glad everything turned out ok. Do you know what time it is?" Dr Hunt knocked and walked in.

"It's almost two o'clock, Zoë" Dr Hunt said.

"Hunt? Owen Hunt?" She tried to sit up in bed, both Ed and Owen helped her up. "I can't believe this. When did you come back?"

"Eight months ago. You?"

"Three months." She noticed Ed's confused look. "Oh, Ed, I'm sorry. This is Owen Hunt. He saved my life in Iraq." She looked back at Owen. "So, are you going to discharge me today?" Owen nodded.

"There isn't much danger, you just lost a lot of blood and got an concussion when you hit the floor. So as long as someone can wake you up every two hours and check your mental status you can go. Besides, it's not like I can keep you here. You would probably check yourself out A.M.A"

"I live by myself. But, I can set my alarm every two hours." Greg and Sophie walked in.

"You can stay with me." Both Ed and Greg said. Zoë smiled, she would love to stay with Greg. But Ed owed her, and if she stayed over at least he wouldn't remind her that he owed her.

"Tell you what, if I can stay with Ed that would be great. Then I can just stay there after the barbecue and you won't owe me anything anymore."

"Yeah of course you can stay." It was Sophie.

They took care of the discharge papers and Ed got some information on what to look for when he wakes her up. Greg drove them back to the mall, were they dropped Sophie and Ed off.

Ed and Sophie went to get their car back but found that the mall was open already. Apparently team 3 had done a good job, except Zoë no one got shot. He didn't even fire another bullet. They walked to a security guy to ask if by any chance their groceries were lying around somewhere, which they were. They checked and there wasn't even anything missing. They got in their car and drove back home.

…

Greg and Zoë went to her hotel room.

"I need some clothes to sleep in and my charger. That reminds me." She checked her phone for messages and noticed she had a voicemail. She listened to it. As soon as she heard it was the real estate agent she put it on speakerphone so Greg could hear it as well.

"Ms Washburn, I just called to let you know that they have accepted your offer. Congratulations, you got yourself a new house. If you could call me back sometime soon we could sign the papers and go over a couple of things."

"You made an offer on the house?" Zoë nodded.

"I really, really liked it." He smiled at her.

"Congratulations." She grabbed a bag from her closet and put it on her bed. She then grabbed some clothes and tried to put it in there. Which wasn't really working. Greg stood smiling from a distance and came to help her. He held the bag open for her.

"Thanks." She then grabbed some other stuff, like her charger and toothbrush and put it in there.

"Ready?" he asked her.

"Ready" They shut off all the lights closed the door behind them.

"So, are you looking forward to doing all the shopping for your new house?" He asked once they were in the car heading towards Ed's place.

"Yeah," she shrugged. "It's just, It's kinda boring by myself." 'Way to go Zoë, very subtle.. not..' She scolded herself.

"I could come with you?"

"Really? You would do that?"

"Of course, what are friends for right?" Friends, so they were really friends now.

"Right. You know what sucks?" He looked at her briefly.

"That you can't go to work for a week or two?"

"Well, yeah that to. But I finally had a decent night's sleep and then I get shot. I still had a nightmare, but it wasn't as bad and I was able to sleep afterwards. I think the talking with you yesterday actually helped." He smiled.

"Of course it did, it's me we're talking about." She smiled at his mock vanity. "We're here."

He parked the car in Ed's driveway, it was a little past four so the rest wouldn't be here for another half an hour or so. Zoë had a little trouble opening the door on her right hand side with her left hand, her entire back was sore from hitting the floor. Greg quickly walked around the car to open it for her.

"Such a gentleman." Zoë joked.

Little did they know they were being watched. Both Ed and Sophie were watching from behind the window.

"Only when you're watching." He knew Ed's front door wouldn't be locked, not when they were expecting guests and would soon have three armed cops inside. Greg opened the door for her and let her through.

"Did everything go okay?" Zoë asked as she walked in.

"Yeah, the mall was open again. They had our groceries, so we could just pick them up and leave. But, aren't we supposed to be asking you if everything went okay? You're the one that got shot. "

"Nah, I'm fine. Just a little sore."

"Oh! That reminds me," Greg reached into his jacket-pocket and grabbed a bottle of pills. "Your doctor gave me these, he said you probably wouldn't use them." He handed her the bottle of pain killers. She took them from him and put them in her jacket.

"He was right." She looked into their garden. "Is it okay if I go outside? I could really use some fresh air."

"Yeah sure, I'll be out in a little bit to light the fire." Ed answered.

They waited until she was outside. Sophie was in the kitchen.

"She's not going to take painkillers? She just got shot." Ed asked Greg.

"The doctor said she didn't take them in Iraq either. He wouldn't tell me much." Ed nodded.

Ed and Greg walked outside the light the barbecue.

"Ed, don't tell me your over 7 months pregnant wife is preparing dinner for us. Alone.." It was Zoë.

"She wanted to do it, she's just making salad." Ed defended.

Zoë muttered something and went inside to help Sophie.

"Did she just call us a 'bunch of lazy men'?" Ed asked incredulously

"I think she did." Greg answered.

"What's going on between you and Zoë anyway?" Greg sighed. Not again.

"What do you mean Eddie?"

"You opened the door for her, twice. Offered to wake her every two hours. You've been happy lately. You go with us to the bar on Friday's, I couldn't even drag you there before. You two laugh together, a lot. You two train together, spar together."

"She got shot today. And like I said before, I'm just being nice and making her feel welcome. And yes, I like talking to her."

"So that's it, you're not?"

"Not what Ed?" He was getting a little agitated.

"In love."

…

"How can I help?" Zoë walked into the kitchen.

"By going outside and having a good time."

"Sophie, let me help." She looked Zoë up and down.

"With what Zoë? You can't cut anything, besides you're a guest."

"Fine, then I'll just sit here and keep you company." Sophie smiled, she could always use company.

"So, give me some dirt on Ed." Sophie turned around for a little bit.

"What kind of dirt?"

"Any, me and Jules are up against five men." Sophie just continued cooking. "Ok fine, no dirt. How long you been married?"

"2,5 years before we got Clark, so 20 years this year. We got married when I turned 18."

"20, wow, I never remember, is that China or Crystal?"

"China, crystal was 15th. Now, you dish out the dirt. Are you seeing someone?" Zoë smiled. Of course she would go there.

"No"

"So, is there something going on between you and Greg?" 'If only there was.' Zoë thought to herself.

"Parker and me? No, we're just friends."

"Funny, you call him Parker. No one calls him Parker. Everyone just calls him Boss or Serge or sometimes Greg." Was she the only one that calls him Parker?

…

"In love? Are you crazy?" What he really wanted to say was 'I think I am Ed, help me.' "She's on my team, hell she's my subordinate."

"I know, just making sure you do. She calls you Parker."

"You call me Greg, are you in love with me? Greg is way more personal."

"She's the only one that calls you Parker. It's like her private nickname." Luckily for Greg the subject was cut off because Jules walked in through the back door.

"Hey, am I early?"

"Nah, Zoë's already in the kitchen. Helping Sophie."

"I think I'll go see if they need help." Jules walked inside the house.

"Greg,"

"Drop it Ed, everyone's going to be here soon."

"Okay, but I will.."

"I know."

…

"So I call him Parker, big deal. You call him Greg. Are you secretly in love with him? Oh my god. " She faked shock. "Is it Greg's kid?" That earned her a wet towel in her face.

"No, it's not Greg's kid. Hey, don't deflect!" Zoë smiled. "How about that cute doctor then?"

"Owen? We were pretty close in Iraq, I stayed in the American base camp for almost a month."

"Close, huh? How close?" Zoë rolled her eyes.

"Are you asking me if I slept with my doctor, Soph?"

"Yeah, did you?" Zoë didn't have a chance to answer because Jules came walking in.

"Hey, do you guys need any help?"

"No, Jules we're good. Well, Zoë. Did you?"

"Did you what?" She looked over at Zoë and noticed the sling. "What did you?"

"I got shot. I'll let Ed explain that one." Jules nodded.

"Did you what?" Jules repeated.

"Did she sleep with her hunky doctor in Iraq."

"Did you?" Jules asked.

"You're not going to stop are you?" They both shook their head.

"Fine, yes I slept with him." She read on both of their faces that they wanted more than that. "It was Iraq, I'd met him before and I just lost my best friend. I needed a little comfort." They laughed. Sam and Spike came walking through the front door.

"What's so funny?" Spike asked. Zoë looked at Jules and Sophie and noticed they were about to answer.

"Nothing, nothing funny happening here. Go outside, be a men's men. Build a fire." They noticed her sling.

"What did.."

"Go ask Ed." They walked outside. It wasn't long until the women joined them. Ed ushered Sophie into a chair, saying she had been standing enough today. It was another couple of minutes before they heard Wordy coming in through the front door. Clark walked outside.

"Wordy's here." He said before he grabbed a beer from the table and walked away. Ed stopped him, grabbed the beer and gave him a soda instead.

"A little over a year to go Clark."

"Hey Clark, if this were the Netherlands, you would've been drinking since you were 16."

"Yeah, Zoë not helping." She smiled at him. "Oh and Clark, remember Zoë's taking your room so you have the couch tonight."

"Wow Ed, when you offered for me to stay over I didn't think I would kick Clark out of his bed."

"Why are you staying over here?" Wordy just came walking in with his kids and Shelley.

"No it's fine, he doesn't mind." Ed said. Completely ignoring Wordy.

"No really, I can take the couch."

"You got shot, saving my wife's life. He can take the couch for a night."

"Then why don't you take the couch." It was Clark. Zoë looked over at Greg for help.

"She can still stay at my place Ed. It's fine. Her bag is still in my car anyway."

Wordy walked over to where Jules, Sam and Spike were sitting.

"She got shot?" All three of them shrugged.

"Ed, I'll stay at Greg's. Besides, waking me up every two hours would only wake up Sophie. And she is growing a person inside of her, so she needs the rest."

"Fine, but you're still sleeping on the couch Clark."

"We'll see." Clark walked inside.

"Okay, rewind. You got shot?" Wordy asked.

"Yeah, she took a bullet for me in the mall today."

"Wow, that's hardcore." Shelley walked towards Zoë. "We haven't met yet, I'm Shelley. Kevin's wife, you must be the new teammate, Zoë." They shook hands, well left hands.

"I am, nice to meet you. I see you've brought your girls."

They chatted for a little bit, ate their dinner and drank their drinks.

"What happened to your shoulder?" It was Megan, one of Wordy's girls. She noticed Wordy looking, making sure she wouldn't tell a gruesome story.

"You know how your dad makes sure the really bad guys can't hurt good guys?" Both girls nodded.

"He's really good at that." Charlotte said.

"That he is, well today a really bad man tried to hurt Sophie." Zoë nodded towards Ed's wife."And I wouldn't let him hurt her because she has a baby inside of her. So he hurt me instead."

"But you're ok?"

"Yeah, I'm good. No worries." Zoë talked to the girls for a little bit.

A few hours passed. Greg and Zoë were the only one left.

"I'll go wash some plates." Sophie said while getting up.

"I'll help." Both Greg and Zoë offered, eventhough Zoë knew she couldn't actually do anything.

"No, I'll help. You got shot and can't do anything anyway, and you keep her company." Ed grabbed the rest of the glasses and walked inside.

"Got anything out of him?" Sophie asked her husband.

"No, they're just friends and he says he doesn't love her.. You?"

"Same, are you sure that they.."

"Like like each other? Ow yeah.. That's going to be a pain."

…

They both sat on an adjustable chair, they had It reclined so they were almost lying. "I've never really cared for the stars. But they are pretty nice out here." Zoë remarked.

"Yeah, it's pretty nice." They both enjoyed the comfortable silence for a little bit.

"I hate this." He turned his head so he could look at her.

"Hate what?" She turned her head as well.

"Not being able to help or do anything."

"If it hurts you can just take those pills, it doesn't make you weak."

"Getting shot is just a great pain in the ass." She answered him on the painkillers "It does something to me, I don't know. Last time I was on pain killers I almost killed a team member in Iraq because I was sleepwalking. So no thank you."

"Fair enough, don't want you killing me in my sleep tonight. But, I think you'll have to give me your gun. Just in case." She slapped him softly.

"Jerk." She smiled, she didn't mean it and they both knew that. She looked back to the stars. 'Yep, I'm in love with him.. Dammit.' Zoë thought.

"Want to get out of here? It's almost 11 and we have to drive and get you settled." She nodded.

They didn't know they were being watched by two certain spouses, again. They walked into the kitchen.

"We're going to go. It's getting pretty late. I will see you again soon, keep him in line." Greg told Sophie.

"I try, I always try." They said goodbye and left in Greg's car.

"Think they are ever going to admit it to each other?" Sophie asked.

"They have to admit it to themselves first, Soph."

A/N tada. Review? Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?