Christina got herself into the elevator in the hospital. She had only been gone for work for eight hours and she had only slept four of those. When the doors was about to close she saw Meredith and Derek approaching and speeding to not miss the elevator. Christina didn't mind to hold the doors. Of course she could hold the doors for Meredith, but not for Derek… and she was too tired to care about anything but to get into a surgery. But with Dr Hunt on her back all the time she saw a small possibility for that to happen. Meredith said good morning when they pushed themselves into the elevator. Derek just gave her one of his faky smiles – the ones who told her he didn't like his girlfriend had a girlfriend. The thing with Mark had made her sure about that he thought she got too much in the way of him and Meredith. But she didn't care and she knew Mer didn't either. They were best friends. They were each other's person. No fancy neurosurgeon with perfect hair and a fancy method could ever change that.

"Got any sleep?" Mer asked when the elevator started off and Christina just yawned as an answer.

"I know we didn't", Derek said with a cocky smile and Christina gave them a disgusted look. She didn't want to get those images in her head and she had a strong feeling it was Derek's intension.

"Scrubbing in on any surgeries today?" Meredith then asked after giving Derek a deceptive look which explained he just hadn't been saying that to annoy Christina. She just sighed once again and decided to speak although Derek was there hearing it.

"I don't think Hunt will do me such pleasure."

"Hunt's a pain? No surprise there", Derek mumbled as he zipped his coffee.

"Well, see you later", he continued when he was going off the floor below theirs and gave Meredith a quick kiss. Christina looked into the wall.

"So he still hates your guts huh?" Meredith asked when the doors closed and Christina sighed for the third time this morning. "What would ever change his mind?"

Christina didn't feel like telling Meredith about the conversation she had with Hunt last night, when she told him about her father's death because it didn't really matter. He would still treat her like crap even if he had got it clear she wasn't a doctor just to be the best, because he wanted to keep things "professional." Although he could at least remember her name and don't treat her like yesterday's trash. She hadn't done anything to deserve it. She had a feeling he'd been treating her like this and coming up with a way to not like her because he wanted to forget about their kiss. He didn't want to like her; he wanted to keep things professional. She got it. She wanted to keep things professional too, but she didn't tolerate him treating her like that because he had kissed her sometime in the past.

They got off the elevator and started off towards the locker-room and the hospital was as it used to be, full of action and stress. Christina felt home in some way like she always did when she came here.

When they approached the board they saw Bailey standing looking around, like she was waiting for the residents and then they speeded up a bit. They were a bit lat so they didn't want her to see them so she could tell them how lazy they were. They almost ran past her and just when they were around the corner they saw Dr Hunt approaching from the other end of the aisle. Christina had a strong feeling he would instead yell at them for being late. When they were about to pass and Christina totally ignoring him he gave them a smile, a very small one but a smile – but it seemed to be intended for Christina only and then she couldn't help to look at him too but with a surprised look on her face.

"Morning Dr Yang", he said when they passed each other. Christina didn't say anything in return and looked over her shoulder when he was walking away and then, to further surprise he did also look over his shoulder to eye her once again with that awfully hot but very confusing smile on his lips. The smile she had only seen once after he kissed her.

"What the hell was that?" she almost yelled when he was out of sight and saw Meredith just shrugged her shoulders. "He doesn't seem to hate your guts anymore, that's for sure."

Christina had her mouth open in surprise until they got into the locker-room where all the residents already was settled getting ready for the day. When she opened her locker she realized, maybe Hunt had changed his mind about her after the conversation she had with him last night. It was very likely. She didn't think it would work. Maybe he just had got it into his head she wasn't some heartless bitch just caring about cutting people open and winning contests. Maybe he wasn't so stupid. For a man who trachs men with pens, it was very likely he wasn't. And she was sure of one thing. He was keeping it professional. Just because he decided not to treat her like dirt anymore it didn't mean he liked her. She was keeping it professional too. Of course.

From being all moody she got into a really good mood. With Hunt not hating her anymore, he would maybe get her to scrub into some surgeries. She felt this day was going to be very good.