"Looks like you've lucked out," Meredith said looking at herself in the mirror, applying a fresh layer of lip gloss.
"No kidding I've had to deal with Ginger for over an hour he's like something sticky that won't blow off."
"Is there going to be a makeout session later?" Meredith grinned.
"Definitely not I'm not interested," Cristina said rolling her eyes.
"You just have to survive dessert and then you can go home," Meredith giving herself one last glance before turning back to Cristina.
"Easy for you to say," Cristina mumbled as they left the bathroom and walked back to their seats.
"Where the hell did this piece of cake come from?" Cristina asked. staring at the small dessert plate in front of her.
"You weren't here so I just asked the waiter to bring that out for you," Owen admitted rubbing the back of his neck.
"This is the saddest piece of cake I've ever seen," Cristina said frowning picking it with her fork.
"Why?" Owen asked clearly confused.
"It's too small I'm going to need some more," Cristina said as she signaled the waiter over while Owen silently chuckled.
"Well enjoy your desert but I'm going to head out," he said but as he got up he accidentally knocked his glass of wine across the table which landed on Cristina's lap that he failed to notice.
"That son of a bitch... Meredith!" Cristina hissed trying to dab the wine off her jeans.
"Oh, wow what happened?" Meredith asked looking around for napkins.
"Stupid trauma surgeon knocked his glass of wine on me is what happened! I look like I pissed myself."
"Here wrap my sweater around your waist and we can go back to my place," Meredith said grabbing Derek's attention for the car keys
"I need to get out of here that son of a bitch is so going to pay," Cristina grumbled.
"So I guess there wasn't a make-out session?" Meredith snickered.
"Meredith I swear to god if you don't shut up I will throw you across the street!" Cristina hissed.
"Geez let's go then!"
The next day Cristina headed into the hospital with a cup of coffee and new navy scrubs Webber had said the night before that there was a new head of cardio Dr. Jeff Russell No one named Jeff had ever done anything substantial but was better than working with Hahn. She headed up to the second floor where Hahn's Old office was and found "Russell" talking to himself.
"Uh, Dr. Randall?" she asked trying to get his attention.
"It's Russell how can I help you?" he asked not looking up from the file he was reading.
"Sorry, uh Im Dr. Yang."
"Holy Crap," He said finally looking up. "I've heard a lot about you and Im sure you know this place better than I do ready to operate but Im going to need you to let the new group of interns shadow under you for the week."
"Alright, I guess," Cristina said leaving his office pissed that she was going to be stuck with interns for the week as she approached the nurse's station she looked at the two interns standing there with dopey faces, looking around as if they couldn't believe they were mini-surgeons now.
"I'm Dr. Yang, Dr. Russell's cardiothoracic fellow," she said as she approached them. "Don't bother sucking up I already hate you; that's not going to change and since most of you will be washed out or fired, I won't waste time learning your names for at least a year. Now get me up to speed on every patient and every chart I want to know this floor better than you do."
"Right," one of them said.
"Wrong," Cristina said stopping suddenly you're surgical interns no one should know this floor better than you. Follow me you've got a busy day."
"You look like crap," Meredith said as she grabbed some charts.
Cristina sighed, "It's been a really long time Mere I need to get laid."
"Ask Hunt for a favor. A sexual favor," Meredith grinned. "He kissed you once you could at least return the favor back to him."
"There's no way I'm getting involved with someone from the hospital again especially him," Cristina said firmly.
"Come on he's just a guy he could be your rebound or a fresh start God knows you need it," Meredith snickered
"Just because he's just a guy doesn't mean I'd jump into bed with him besides why don't you just focus on your McDreamy instead of worrying about my sex life?"
"Fine, I'll butt out unless there is something you're not telling me?" Meredith pried at her.
"No there isn't anything other than that im getting paged to the pit," Cristina said running off leaving Meredith dumfounded
As Cristina ran down to the Pit she hoped those damn interns didn't screw up or worse killed someone. "What do we have?" Cristina shouted pulling on gloves.
"Brian Scott age 11 was attacked by a pit bull, has multiple crush injuries, lacerations on the chest, and is still unconscious," an intern informed her as he handed her the chart.
"Page Dr. Hunt now!" Cristina said pulling out her stethoscope. "Crap He's seizing, I need some help in here!"
"He's tachycardic," Hunt said running into the trauma room and helping Cristina turn the boy on his side.
"This doesn't make any sense inject him with Nayzilam now!" Owen ordered a nurse and once that went into effect the patient started coding.
"Get him on beta-blockers and charge to 100 clear!" Cristina shouted.
"He's back… Dr. Yang, I think you should take a look at this," Owen said looking down at the patient's ankles.
"Swollen ankles what the hell? He had a seizure and was tachycardic..." Cristina trailed off.
"Aortic Stenosis!" They both called out simultaneously making eye contact for a few seconds before Cristina ordered an intern to get the patient to the OR.