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Now! Please enjoy the tenth chapter! (I said there would be more drama in this chapter, but now I'm not really sure if they do qualify as drama... Hope you do enjoy though :) )

"Bonne journée. Et ne dérangez pas trop les infirmières. Je vous verrai demain, en espérant que vous soyez libérée d'ici quelques jours." Cristina said as she left her patient's room. Just like every day she would go change to her clothes and go home then. She turned around to walk to the attendings' lounge when she saw a small head of black curls, similar to her own, standing in front of her with one of her famous sweet smiles. "Hello, Cristina," she said and smiled even more.

Cristina raised her eyebrows and smiled as well. "Crissa! What are you doing here at the cardio wing?" she asked the little girl.

"I asked someone where I could find you and they said here," she said.

"Uh, ok. But you know you're not supposed to be wandering around the hospital alone?" she said and then shook her head. "Anyways. Why were you looking for me?"

Crissa shook her head. "Everyone knows me here and I'm always everywhere so that's not a problem." She then started walking, making Cristina follow her. "Well I needed to ask you something," she said and sat on a bench on their way.

Wondering what she wanted to ask her, Cristina sat next to her on the bench.

"Well, could I ask you a so very personal question?" she asked, hopefully.

Cristina raised her eyebrows, wondering what personal question a six-year-old could ask her. "Uh… well…" she chuckled lightly. "It depends. You ask and I see if I can answer it or not."

Crissa nodded, smiling. "Are you single?"

Cristina just stared at her, eyebrows raised, and chuckled again. "Well… yeah… why?"

Crissa, not sure if she had to continue, shrugged. "Well… so is my dad and well I was think-…"

"Hold on, hold on," Cristina interrupted her, an amused smirk on her lips. "You're gonna ask me to date your dad, aren't you?"

Crissa just nodded. "Would you do that? He's so lonely and you're so pretty."

"Well, Crissa. I understand that you don't want to see your dad alone… but.. I am not sure if me dating him…" she couldn't help but let another amused smile show. "… is a good idea. You know. I actually don't work here and I go back to my own city in a couple of days and I can't really… date your dad."

Crissa gasped and Cristina could swear she heard her heart break and it really saddened Cristina. "Does this mean I won't see you again? Won't you ever come back here?"

Cristina smiled sadly at her. "Unfortunately… it means that. Well, you know. You can send postcards to me, letters. We can still be friends, you know?" Cristina couldn't believe she just asked this girl to send 'postcards' to her.

"Ugh, it's 2019. Skype is old-fashioned enough! Postcards?!"

Cristina, again, let out an amused chuckle. "How old are you to know what skype is?"

Crissa shrugged. "Today's children are so smart! I am glad we do have skype. I'd miss you a lot."

Cristina smiled. "I would to. So we have skype."

Crissa nodded and leaned back against the bench and fell silent for a minute, then again turned to look at Cristina. "I really wish you could date my dad though. Maybe you could be my mom eventually…" she said, smiling sadly.

"Well I don't not wish I'd had a step-daughter like you, but… it's kinda not such a good idea."

"Right," Crissa said nodding. "Wouldn't you date him if you could stay here?"

Cristina bit her lower lips. She was aware that it was Owen they were talking about. Her once-to-be loved husband. "Well, you've got such a handsome dad. And with those blue eyes and that blonde hair… everyone wishes to be able to date him. I'd lie if I said I don't want to too." She said, shrugging. "I'm sure there's a line of women waiting to be dating him. Women… much better than me."

Crissa sighed and looked down at her feet. "There's actually a line…" she said quietly. "And there's one woman who just doesn't leave my dad alone. She thinks if she keeps baking banana bread for me, I'll agree to her and my dad dating."

Cristina suddenly sat up suddenly. "Oh…" whispered. "D-… does you dad like her too?"

Crissa shook her head. "He doesn't seem to like her. She's really annoying. She's just too nice."

Cristina smirked. "Too nice. I know what you mean. But at least she bakes some sweets!"

"I hate her banana breads," she shook her head, frowning.

Cristina sighed, lightly. She did have an idea who that woman could be. "What' her name?"

"Banana bread witch!" Crissa said, frowning even more, with so much hate in her voice.

Cristina again chuckled amusedly. "Oh I love how you call her," she said, smirking.

Crissa, smiled too, at the thought of it. Then she chuckled. "I should get rid of her, soon."

"Well, good luck in that!" Cristina said, laughing lightly. "Alright, so I've got to get going. See you tomorrow probably." She got up and, patting Crissa's little shoulder, walked away. Crissa stared at Cristina and watched her leave. The little girl sighed; she had to somehow get Cristina to date her dad though. She really liked her, a lot.

Cristina opened the door to the lounge and found it empty. Sighing out of tiredness, she walked to her locker and grabbed her clothes and was about to go change into them when her pager went off. Frowning, she put the clothes back in the locker and grabbed her pager. Who would possibly page her? Not that she worked in this hospital. She was just responsible for her own patient. She really hoped nothing had happened to her patient. ER. 911. She read and frowned even more, then shrugged and put her lab coat back on and rushed to the ER.

As she arrived at the pit, she searched for any crisis that would probably need her urgently, then she saw Owen struggling to bring a patient back to life. Her eyes fixed on him, she asked a nurse who had paged her. "Dr. Hunt needed cardio. Well, you're the only cardio surgeon available right now," the nurse answered and walked away. Cristina nodded at him and walked to Owen.

She could feel the palms of her hands getting sweaty. How could he possibly still make her hands sweat after five years? She groaned inwardly and decided to be as professional as possible, hoping her hands would just stop sweating. "You paged Cardio, Dr. Hunt?" she asked as she observed a little sigh of relief escape his mouth as the patient was stable again.

He turned round at that sound and looked at her. He gulped silently, just having realized who was standing in front of him. "Um… yes…" he nodded.

Wouldn't he just stop staring right into her eyes? She was fighting tooth and nail, after all, trying to keep professional. She didn't even know what she'd do if she failed to be professional. She had no idea.

After another awkward second passed, Owen looked away from her and back at the patient, then, started giving her all the information she needed to know. She went forward to start examining the patient when he started crashing again. After a lot of trying to stop the crisis, Cristina finally said that they needed to take the patient to the OR.

"So would you go update his family?" Cristina asked as both she and Owen walked in the scrub room and started scrubbing out. "After all, I don't really work here."

"You basically saved his life though. But, alright I'll do it," he agreed and smiled slightly.

Noticing the smile on his lips, Cristina couldn't help but smile slightly too. The awkwardness that had been there between them was a bit subsided by the amazing surgery and team-work they just performed together. "It was a good surgery," Cristina commented, looking at him briefly and then back at the OR and the patient who was being wheeled out of the room.

Owen nodded. "Right," he said, simply, and then turned to look at her. He wanted to say something but wasn't sure if it was appropriate, but decided to say it anyways. "It's kinda a miracle that this guy stayed alive, you know? I think… it's worth celebrating… I mean. We could celebrate having saved this life, don't you think?" he asked as he looked at her, hesitantly.

Having dried her hand and put the towel away, Cristina just stared at the OR. Did he just ask her out? She bit on her lower lip and looked up at him after some second. "Um…" she said with a hesitant look on her face.

"Joe's is not so… far away…" he shrugged.

"Well… um… don't you have to take Crissa home? I mean…"

"Oh, she's going to Meredith's. She has a play date with little Bailey."

She nodded. "Oh… play date?" the thought of it brought a little smile to her lips.

"Yeah, well they're both the same age so they've actually grown up with each other. Crissa practically forces the little boy to have tea parties with her. Both Zola and Sofia are busy with their school stuffs so there's no girl for her to play with," Owen said with a little smile on his lips, as well.

"Oh Zola and Sofia go to school!" Cristina chuckled. "I miss those two a lot."

"I bet they do too."

"I bet not. I'm not even sure if they remember me."

"They do! Zola still has a picture of you on her bedside table and Sofia still draws you and me in her pictures as her godparents. They still ask about you."

Cristina just stared at him. "Oh…" she whispered. "They really do?" Cristina couldn't believe she still had a place in the heart of those girls. They were actually the first two kids she'd ever loved truly in her life; they were her goddaughters after all. She smiled, slightly and looked down on the floor.

"You should go and see them, it'll make them a lot happy," Owen said, dragging her out of her thoughts.

Cristina shrugged. "I'm not sure if their moms really do want me to do that though. They don't seem really… interested in me."

"Well…" Owen shrugged again. "I think they miss you even more than their kids do." He stared at her. "Everyone misses you."

Cristina sighed and looked up at him, smiling weakly and sadly. "Alright." She nodded.

"Alright… what?"

"Let's go to Joe's… celebrate."

"Oh! Alright, let's!" he said, trying so hard not to let a big, goofy smile form his lips.

She smiled slightly at him and they started to go out of the room. "Oh, wait!" she suddenly said.

"What happened?" Owen asked, confused and bit worried. He was worried she had changed her mind.

"Uh… well… Crissa shouldn't see us go out together…" she said, smiling sheepishly.

"Why?" Owen was confused.

"Well…" Cristina started but then paused. She wasn't sure if it was a good idea to tell Owen. "Earlier today she asked… if I wanted to… um… date you."

"What?" Owen asked, quite surprised and let out a light, amused chuckle.

"Yeah… she's probably looking for a wife for you," Cristina nodded and looked down. "And if she sees us going out together… she might think I've agreed to… d-date you…"

Owen nodded. "Didn't you… agree?" he asked out of blue and then, when he just realized what he'd said wanted to hit himself hard.

Cristina's eyes got fixed on the floor as she heard Owen say that; she was not sure if she could look up at him again. "Um… well… it's… well… um…"

"Let's just go to Joe's," Owen said, trying to save her from the awkward situation. He checked his watch then. "They must've arrived at Mer's by now even, so it's all safe to go out."

She finally looked up at him, gratefully. "Alright, let's go."

"To the life we saved today," Owen said.

"To the life we saved today," Cristina repeated and their glasses clicked. She smiled at him, glad they were still able to have these moments with each other, after five years, without any awkwardness. She sipped on her glass silently.

"So… how's Paris?" Owen asked after some moment of some mutual, relaxing silence.

"It's… nice," Cristina answered, simply. "A lot different from Seattle. But it's nice."

Owen nodded. "I hope you're happy… there. That's always been my wish for you," he said, looking down at his glass and then brought it up to his lips and sipped on it.

Cristina looked up at him and fixated her gaze on him. "I hope you're too. Well, I'm sure you are. Crissa… she's always been what you wanted. I'm sure she makes you really happy."

"She does," Owen nodded, the thought of his daughter bringing a smile to his face. "A lot."

Cristina smiled, glad that it was so. She picked up her glass to take another sip when her phone started ringing. She put the glass down and searched for her phone in her handbag. She looked at screen and suddenly realized that she'd never been out of her hotel room until that hour of night. Because she would receive this call every night when she was at her hotel.

She picked up the call and left Owen at the other side of the table, listening to the one-sided conversation.

"Oh hello there!" she said, a big smile on her lips.

"Oh you missed me today?

I did too.

Yeah I had nice day.

Oh! I'm glad you did too.

What?

In my bed?" she laughed lightly.

"So you wanna do it in my bed because you miss me?

Maybe I do it in my hotel room bed too, so I won't miss you." She laughed even more.

"Of course. We can do it together when I'm back.

In your bed this time.

It'll be awesome." She chuckled and then her face turned soft.

"I do too.

I love you too just… a lot!

I'll be back soon. Promise.

Have sweet dreams. Good night, my love.

I love you." She smiled so softly and lovingly and then hung up.

She hadn't even noticed Owen was watching her, with wide eyes and a slightly opened mouth. She put the phone away and then picked up her glass, sipping on it, still smiling.

"Uh… um…" he started, a bit awkwardly. "I just realized… Crissa has a yearly peds check up tomorrow morning… I… I have to go pick her up and put her to bed… so… I have got to go."

It was then that she remembered about Owen being on the other side of the table. "Oh… well, it's fine," she nodded, smiling slightly. "See you tomorrow."

"You too," he said as he gave her a forced smile and grabbed his coat, then putting some bills on the table walked out of the bar. Thoughts were roaming his head. Who was that person on the phone? Someone who Cristina just loved too much… and wanted to do it with him in his bed when she was back? Owen just wanted to leave Cristina at that moment because he just couldn't stay there.

Cristina, slightly confused by the sudden change in his behavior, just sipped on her drink. She was so emotionally occupied by the phone call that she hadn't even noticed Owen had listened to it too and that was why his behavior had suddenly changed.

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