"2 shots of vodka," Cristina said to Joe as throwing the Zara bag onto the counter.

"You went shopping? That's a first" Alex laughed nearly spilling his drink.

"Uh something like that," Cristina said not wanting to elaborate further.

"I don't buy that for a second," Alex laughed again clearly a bit drunk.

"Aren't you supposed to be banging nurses or something?" Cristina snapped wanting him to go away.

"Nah they're all leftovers from Sloan besides I'm an attending now can't be getting it on with nurses. it's called professionalism."

Cristina burst out laughing, "That's funny remember the time you gave George Syphilis."

Alex rolled his eyes, finishing his beer in one gulp and reaching for his coat. "You know, we're not interns anymore. Let's act like grownups here,"

"Did you just tell me to grow up?" Cristina yelled after his retreating figure just as her pager went off. "Great timing, as always," she muttered to heading across the street

"You paged?" Cristina asked the nurse at the nursing station.

"Actually I did a 17-year-old car crash victim ultrasound showed internal bleeding had a significant new heart murmur associated with fever, and is now afebrile on antibiotics," the intern said.

"And you are?" Cristina asked arching an eyebrow.

"Leah. Leah Murphy."

"Didn't need the full name Murphy but tell me who else is on this case?" The curly hair doctor asked.

"Dr. Douglas and Dr. Hunt are on the medical team as well," the intern revealed.

"Oh great just what I needed," Cristina muttered. "I need you to put a rush on the labs we don't know what's happening until I get the full report then page Dr. Hunt," She finished.

"Wouldn't it be easier if you paged him?" Murphy questioned.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize following simple orders was difficult for you. Did I ask what was easier for you? No, I asked you to run those labs and page Dr. Hunt!" Cristina raised her voice, her patience wearing thin.

"Now don't just stand there like an idiot go!"She shouted watching the intern almost trip and then headed to the nurse's station with the chart in hand when a food container appeared next to her. "Oh, you're a lifesaver!"

"yeah I had dinner for the first time in like forever," Meredith admitted.

"Mmm thank you for this burrito... wait you didn't make this did you?"

"No," Meredith laughed. "Izzie did."

"Enjoy that while it lasts until Derek kicks Alex and Izzie out," Cristina said taking a bite.

"Im working on changing his mind, Meredith said noticing an intern standing by. "What's the problem?"

"I um have these labs for Dr. Yang."

"Well then give them to her," She said with clenched teeth.

"I've been waiting for those," Cristina said.

"I had to do-"

"Stop making excuses," Cristina interrupted her.

"Sorry," Murphy said looking flustered.

"Stop apologizing," Cristina muttered.

"I uh..."

"Stop talking," Cristina said looking up from the results. "Her plasma VWF levels are consistently 30-50 IU/dL and her platelet count is low what does that tell you?"

The intern just stood there, looking confused. Cristina sighed, "You can talk now."

"That she's probably at risk for von Willebrand disease and she might be fine?" Murphy guessed.

"You consider having Von Willebrand Disease fine?"

"Well, she did have low hemoglobin so I should probably keep an eye on that."

Cristina rolled her eyes as she approached Miss Baldwin's room, Hunt and Murphy by her side. "We ran some tests and discovered you have a condition where your blood isn't clotting properly. You'll need a valve replacement, but instead of a mechanical valve, I'm suggesting a porcine valve."

"No," the patient said. "I'm an orthodox jew I'm not having a pig in my chest."

"Miss Baldwin I value your religious convictions but without this procedure, you will die without this course of treatment," Cristina said.

"You're hotshot doctors. You'll come up with something else I don't care what it is as long as it has nothing to do with a pig," she huffed.

"We'll see what we can do," Cristina said walking out of the room Hunt trailing behind.

"Hotshot doctors," Owen said. "Never heard that before."

"I don't see anything wrong with a porcine valve it's not like it's going to oink at her or something," Cristina said.

"We can't really judge I'm, not an orthodox and you probably aren't either.

"Why bring religion into medicine they're both 2 different things and now I've got to find something that's not related to Wilbur."

"Would you like some assistance?" Owen offered.

"No this isn't your field you're a trauma guy I'm the cardio god I'll think of something," Cristina said having a lightbulb moment. "What about a bovine mitral valve? It's superior to the pig."

"Have you ever done one?" Owen asked.

"No, but I've seen many of them and while I'm in there you can treat the internal bleeding," Cristina suggested.

"Sounds like a plan I'll see you up in 10," Owen said.

After a successful surgery, thanks to Cristina's skills, she headed to the attending lounge to look for snacks and to find a new apartment online she hated living in that hellhole, and Callie would enjoy not sleeping on the couch anymore.

As Cristina browsed through apartment listings on her laptop, Meredith pulled up a chair beside her, a candy bar in hand. "Going on a trip?"

Cristina sighed. "Nah I'm thinking about finding a new place."

"You've been saying that for months," Meredith teased gently. "I thought you and Callie were comfortable there."

"Yeah, well, comfort isn't everything," Cristina replied, clicking through ads.

"How does Callie feel about it?" Meredith asked.

"Haven't told her yet," Cristina said. "I found this place just across from the hospital it looks decent, and no more dealing with Callie's bitchiness on how I keep the bathroom."

"Sounds like a win-win," Meredith said, taking another bite of the Snickers bar.