Cristina rubbed her eyes. Morning had come too soon for the tired 25-year-old. She had stayed up way past midnight, chatting with Owen. She found him to be insightful, funny, worldly and sexy. She realized she had totally misjudged him, thinking that he was just a country boy, who hadn't been outside of Iowa.

She found out that he had gone to school at Yale for his undergrad degree and Columbia for his MBA. He had stayed in New York for a while but when his dad got ill three years ago, he came back home to help his mom run the farm, while his dad was in bed. When his dad died, the farm became his and he decided to stay full-time. She had asked if he had any regrets, he said not really because he always knew as their only son, it was his legacy to inherit the farm. He was a really interesting guy, she thought.

She rolled out of bed and hit the bathroom to take a shower and brush her teeth. She was paying special attention to what she wore and how she looked. "What are you doing, Cristina?" she chided herself. "You're going back to LA in two days. Why are you making yourself all pretty for this guy?"

Rationally, she knew that was the truth but she was going to get pretty, anyway. After carefully choosing a pair of skinny jeans and a pretty cotton top, she was ready. She opened the door to see Meredith, who was hustling down the stairs.

"What do you think she will cook for breakfast this morning?" Meredith said. "I was dreaming about breakfast all last night. The woman is an amazing cook."

"Yeah, me too," Cristina said, absentmindedly.

"Why are you looking so prettied up this morning?" Meredith asked.

"No reason. Just wanted to look nice, I guess," Cristina said, smiling.

"Hmmm. Did you do all this for our corn farmer?" Meredith said, suspiciously. "You know we'll be going back to LA after the wedding."

Cristina sighed. "Yes, I know that, Meredith. You don't have to remind me."

They walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen. They were both surprised that it was not Mrs. Hunt behind the stove but Owen. Mrs. Hunt was sitting at the table, sipping a large mug of coffee and having her breakfast.

"Good morning, ladies," he said. "I am making omelets, this morning. Made to order. Just tell me what type you want and I will whip that up for you."

"This is so great," Meredith said. "It's just like being in a hotel but with nicer people."

Everyone laughed. "So ladies, what will be your orders?" Owen asked, waving a spatula in the air.

Meredith answered, "I have always been partial to a Denver omelet."

Cristina thought for a minute before she replied, "I think I will have a Spanish omelet."

"Coming right up," Owen said. As he began cooking away, Mrs. Hunt made the remark that she was glad that she taught her boy to cook. "I was training my boy to become a fine husband. A woman loves when a man can cook for her. Now only if he would bring home a girl and he can finally give me some grandchildren."

"Mom!" Owen protested.

"Oh, shush up," Mrs. Hunt said. "It's time we hear the sound of little feet running through this big house. It has been a long time since you and your sister, Charlotte, were running around here and making mischief. Can't you give an old lady some grandchildren?"

Meredith smirked at Cristina.

"Mom, you can ask Charlotte the next time she visits," Owen said.

"Charlotte is a photojournalist. She is always on the move. Never in the same place for too long. She goes where the action is. She is not in a stable situation like you are. Besides, she's younger than you and she still has time. You're already 33," Mrs. Hunt said. Owen threw his hands up in the air.

"Ah, well, as usual, falling on deaf ears," Mrs. Hunt shook her head and sipped her coffee.

"Oh, by the way, ladies, I called Henry Burton, our local mechanic and he has already towed your car to his shop in town. After breakfast, I will take you two into town," Owen told the girls.

"What's the name of the town?" Cristina asked. Both Owen and his mom exchanged looks.

"It's called Huntsville, dear," Mrs. Hunt said. "My late husband's grandfather was the one who founded the town. The Hunt family had owned all of the land around here and they sold it off to other families to come settle out here."

"Oh, so your family has some serious history in this place," Meredith said.

"Yes, we do. My two children are the last of the Hunts around here. That's why I want some grandchildren," Mrs. Hunt said. "I almost thought that he would have married that Teddy Altman girl he dated in high school. But he broke it off with her when he went to Yale. I think she's still carrying a torch for him."

"MOM! They do not want to hear about my high school dating exploits," Owen said, as he brought the two omelets to the table. "Enjoy, ladies."

Meredith and Cristina both dug into their omelets and took their first bites. "Good Lord," Cristina said. "You're almost as good as your mother."

Owen's face broke out into a huge grin. "Thank you. I know I will never be as good as my mother because she is the master in the kitchen. But she is the one who taught me."

Soon, every last bit of omelet was eaten. Cristina leaned back in her chair. "If I ate like this all of the time, I would weigh 250 pounds."

"Are you all ready to head into town, now?" Owen said. "My truck is out front."

Meredith noted that Owen opened the front passenger door for Cristina to ensure that she was sitting up front with him. "Humph!" she thought. "What am I, chopped liver?" She climbed into the back seat and strapped herself in.

As they got on their way to Huntsville, Owen remarked, "Your cell phones should work, when we get to town, so if you want to call anyone."

"Great," Cristina said. "I think we want to call that no-good car rental place, who gave us that piece of junk."

"Yup," Meredith agreed.

By the time they got into Huntsville, they were pleasantly surprised at how picturesque the small town was. The main street was lined by flowering plants on either side and the buildings reflected architecture of a time past.

"It's so pretty," Cristina said.

"Yeah, it is," Owen said. "I remember my sister and me running through these streets, when we were kids. My parents used to come into town to get supplies and we used to go tearing from one end of the town to the next. Ah, here we go, this is Henry's auto shop."

He called out, "Henry!" An attractive brown-haired man slid out from under a car. "Hey there, Owen!" the man said.

"Henry Burton, this is Cristina Yang and Meredith Grey. They're the ones from the car I asked you to tow," Owen said.

"Good morning," Cristina and Meredith said, almost in unison.

"Good day, ladies. I already took a look at your rental here. It seems that it is an electrical problem. The thing is I am an auto mechanic and not an auto electrician. There is a guy in the other town, who can fix this but he won't be able to come till tomorrow," Henry said. He was suddenly distracted by the appearance of a tall, blonde woman.

"Henry, are you done rotating my tires?" the woman asked.

"All done, Teddy," Henry said, with a beaming smile. His face had lit up when he saw the woman.

"Owen, good morning. Are you going to come across to the diner for some coffee?" the woman asked.

"Uh…I am assisting these two young ladies with their car," Owen said.

The blonde gave Cristina and Meredith an intense head-to-toe inspection. "Not from around here, are you? Owen, you should bring them across to the diner to experience the kind of hospitality Huntsville folks are famous for."

The blonde went to her car, got in and drove away. "She sure is something," Henry said, admiringly.

"This car situation is just getting worse and worse," Meredith said. "I am going to call the rental place and ask them what are they going to do about the situation." She stepped away to make her call. After a few minutes of animated conversation, she came back to report that the car rental place did not have any cars left and that they would come and pick up their car in Huntsville. "My only consolation is that they gave me a full refund of my rental payment. The thing is how are we going to get to that wedding tomorrow."

"I can take you if you like," Owen volunteered.

"Hmm, that's an idea. I guess I can call Izzie and ask if I can bring an extra guest," Meredith said, ready to make another call.

Before she could do so, they were interrupted by a sheriff's car stopping in front of Henry's shop.

"Hunt, Burton, who are these young ladies?" the sheriff stepped out of his vehicle. He had abundant, dark, wavy hair and bright blue eyes.

"Derek, their car broke down outside of town and I am just assisting them," Owen said. "Cristina Yang, Meredith Grey, meet Sheriff Derek Shepherd."

"Where are you girls from?" the sheriff said, taking out a notebook and checking out some notes he had written earlier.

"We're from California," Meredith offered, taking in the good looks of the sheriff. This town obviously had more than its fair share of good-looking people. She unconsciously fixed her hair. She wished she had dressed up a little more like Cristina had that morning.

"Hmmm," said the sheriff. "I was wondering if you ladies would like to come to my office. I need to discuss a matter with you."

"What matter?" Cristina said, getting alarmed. She had an immediate distrust of this small town sheriff. Her active imagination was starting to kick in.

"Is there something wrong? Can I help?" Owen asked, wondering why would Shepherd need to discuss anything with the women.

"I just received a report this morning about two young ladies who are traveling the Midwest and ripping off unsuspecting people. They are described as one being blonde and the other brunette. It is said that their comely appearance makes others trust them and that is how they ingratiate themselves to the community before they rip them off and move on to their next targets," Shepherd said.

"I can assure you that it is not us," Meredith said. "We're not from even from the Midwest. We're from California."

"Hmmm," Shepherd said. "I just need you ladies to come to my office for questioning. I am going to get some artist's sketches faxed to me."

Owen turned to the girls. "It's okay. Just go with Derek. I am sure it is just a huge misunderstanding. It will be cleared up as soon as they get the sketches. I will go with you."

Meredith and Cristina got into the back of the sheriff's car, while Owen got into his truck. Cristina was scared. She didn't want to get locked up in some small town. She reached over and grabbed Meredith's hand. Meredith gave her a comforting squeeze. The sheriff's office was only two blocks down and they were there, rather quickly.

The sheriff ushered the two young women into his office. It was what to be expected of a small town with the office and a jail cell near to each other. There was a female deputy sheriff at another desk taking a call.

"Ladies, have a seat," he said. "We got this report, this morning, of these two female con artists that are ripping off people in small towns like us. Probably think we are just a bunch of hicks out here."

He turned to the young female deputy, "Deputy Kepner, have we received the artist's sketches as yet from the sheriff at Millbrook?"

"No, Sheriff Shepherd," the redheaded deputy said. "Still waiting."

"I can assure you that we are not the criminals in question," Cristina said. "I am pretty sure that the brunette one is not Asian."

Meredith jabbed Cristina in the ribs. "Wha-at?" Cristina yelped.

"Well, ladies, it's a pity we have not received those sketches as yet. I will have to keep you ladies in the jail cell for safe-keeping," Shepherd said.

"Me in a jail cell. That is atrocious!" Cristina said.

"I have no other choice. If you do turn out to be the perpetrators of the crime, I can't have you running around town. How would it look that I let two criminals on the loose? I am sure you lovely ladies would find it easy to persuade some gentleman to help you escape. Look at Hunt, he already has a soft spot for the brunette here," Shepherd said.

"Ahem," Owen said. "Everything is going to be okay. I will get my lawyer, Miranda Bailey. She will get to the bottom of this." He hurriedly left the office.

"Ladies, after you," Shepherd said. The two young women reluctantly went into the jail cell.

The door of the cell clanged shut.

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