Cristina discovered she was the only resident left at the hospital so she could quickly change her clothes in the locker-room. She couldn't recall that she had ever been so fast getting her clothes on. She had never been in such hurry of getting out of the hospital. Usually she had to drag herself out of there. She wasn't herself. That was for sure. That Hunt had made her acting weird. Really weird.

But when she had gotten her stuff together the thoughts of her maybe going crazy was vanished. She could only think of seeing Hunt again. She guessed he waited for her by the entrance. She literally ran down the stairs almost slipping and rushed outside, looked around hysterically to eye that intense look of his and his red hair. When she couldn't spot him she realized he wasn't ready yet. How could anyone change faster than she had, even if it was a guy?

She leaned against the wall just by the entrance and impatiently and repeatedly started to kick the ground while she intensely stared at the doors. She wanted to see him now. She couldn't wait. Gosh, she thought. No wonder I am acting like this. I haven't got laid in a looong fucking time and now I've met the sexiest surgeon on earth who wants to screw me this night. Fuck the rule about not getting involved with an attending again. This man isn't just an attending. I am not getting involved with him inside of the hospital. Inside of the hospital he's just another attending. Outside the hospital, she didn't know yet but she could guess it was not going to be professional.

While she stood there almost abusing the ground all worked up in her thoughts she didn't see Callie coming out and who stopped and looked questioning on her.

"Yang, what are you doing?" she asked and then Cristina screamed, literally screamed and got this terrified look on her face when she discovered Callie in front of her.

"You're waiting for somebody? You know everyone have like left."

Cristina was quiet for a few seconds figuring out what she would say. She couldn't say she was waiting for Hunt. Of course not.

"I was waiting for you…." Cristina let out without even thinking what she said and when Callie gave her a surprised look she just realized what she had said.

"Oh, okay, cool", Callie said after a while when Cristina had screamed at herself inside of her head. Now she was forced to go home with Callie.

"Well, let's go then", Callie later said when Cristina had just stood there against the wall staring at her.

She forced herself to walk up to Callie and when they started walking she hysterically looked over her shoulder in hope to spot Hunt but she couldn't see him anywhere. In help to not freak out she desperately told herself he wouldn't have come anyway. Maybe he hadn't gotten the picture they were seeing each other this very night.

When they go home she just realized how stupid it was to think that. Of course he knew they were seeing each other this night. He was just as eager to be with her as she was to be with him. They couldn't wait any longer. But now they like had too. Now it was too late. She couldn't sneak out when Callie had gotten to sleep and rush back to the hospital. Hunt wouldn't wait all night. He would think she'd ditched him. She got despaired and she wanted to scream into a pillow. She didn't want him to think she was ditching him. He could not think so. He must of have noticed her looking at him and she actually implied she wanted to spend the night with him, although not literally.

She forced herself to calm down by thinking he'd just figured something had gotten in her way. He wouldn't think anything else. She said it to herself like a hundreds of times that night, before she just laid there in her bed fantasying about how it had been if Callie hadn't showed up. If she hadn't showed up they would be together in this particular moment, she would have him on top of her, inside of her. The thought made her whole body shiver and she had a strong urge to moan by the excitement. And she did. Only the thought of being with him made her moan, so how would it be when it was for real? She would explode.

She'd never felt this with Burke. This urge. Owen Hunt was a whole other story. He wasn't a stupid nothing. He was a perfect something.

Cristina just slept for a few hours. It had taken her a long time to even fall asleep and she had to go up by nine o'clock in the morning because she was working again. And she was so happy about it. Even if she felt like to fall asleep in the shower she was so excited to come to work again. Of course she was always excited to work, but she could most think of that she would see Hunt. Somehow she would let him know she didn't ditch him last night. But she had a hard time figuring out how she would let him know. They wouldn't get many changes to speak privately. She would tell him somehow, she was sure of it.

She entered the kitchen and discovered Callie by the table eating breakfast and that she had made a big can of coffee which made her smile. She needed a lot of it. She got so happy she smiled really wide when she sat down by the table and poured up coffee in a big cup. Soon she discovered Callie looking at her with a confused look and then she realized how much she smiled.

"You're acting weird", she stated after a while and then Cristina prepared to deny everything. Callie wasn't to find out something was going on. Or was it just too late now when he had smiled like that? It wasn't like her at all to smile for herself, foremost in the morning – Callie knew that.

"What?" she just said and took a large sip of the coffee.

"You're like acting… happy?"

"I'm just excited for work?" she tried to sound really tired and bored as she used to.

"You're always excited for work, but you hate mornings. I've lived with you long time enough to know that."

Cristina got up really fast. "Why do you suddenly care so much?" she almost bursted out. Callie looked surprised for a second before she also got up with this weird smile on her face like had figured her all out. Like she knew something and that freaked Cristina out. It's wasn't anything to figure out. She was just in a good mood. What was so weird about that? She didn't act like this because of the Hunt thing, at least that's we she told herself.

"You met some guy or what?"

She started stuttering. "No!"

Callie started smiling. "Oh, you have!"

"Okay! I've met some guy, so what? We haven't even started anything yet."

"What do you mean?"

"We haven't done anything yet."

"Oh…." Callie said. "Why not?"

"I don't know. The right time hasn't come or whatever."

Cristina happily started to think Callie had forgotten to ask who the guy was but of course it came up when they were leaving the apartment.

"Who is it?"

"Just some guy, you don't know him."

"By the look on your face…. I do know him. You can't fool me; I'm living and working with you so I know you don't have time to meet guys, other than the guys in the hospital."

Cristina was surprised and angry that Callie figured everything out which was the bad side of having a room-mate. But what would she say? She couldn't deny it that was for sure. So she was just quiet which wasn't good at all. Callie got all excited and started to pick at her all the way to work by constantly trying to guess who it was.

"It's an intern?" she asked when they approached the hospital and Cristina just gave her one disgusted look.

"No, of course not", she corrected herself.

Cristina was really relived but most surprised that Callie hadn't guessed it was Hunt. But when they came into the hospital she figured it all out. Callie thought Hunt didn't like her. She above all people had seen how he had been treating her. So of course she didn't even think of him. It made Cristina smile. It was perfect. She would never figure out who it was and they would never get caught.

"I am going to find out who it is!" Callie almost yelled when they were going separate ways by the board and Cristina just waved her hand at her when she walked away with a proud smile. She hated girls sometimes. Why did they care so much about other people's lovelife?

She terrified discovered Meredith behind her and by the look on her face she had heard was Callie said. She prepared to deny everything again.

"Who?" Mer asked. Cristina just gave her the same questioning look and shrugged her shoulders before she entered the locker-room.

"Who is she founding out who it is?" Meredith asked once again when they got to the lockers were Izzie and Alex stood and looked questioning too.

"Nobody", Cristina mumbled and opened her locker. She was angry inside. Meredith would do everything in her power to find out, she knew. But she couldn't tell her anything. She wasn't like all other women gossiping about every little action in their lovelife. This wasn't even any action, sort of. Okay, they kissed last night? And they had made it clear for each other they wanted to screw each other? It wasn't anything to tell. And she didn't want to spread anything about their maybe-getting-involved-relationship to anyone in the hospital. Even if it was Meredith, she couldn't tell anybody. She would consider it if it happened something between her and Hunt, meaning: if they had spend the night together. Then she wouldn't even be able to keep it to herself.

For now, she wasn't saying anything to anyone, and she sure Hunt wouldn't do either.

Cristina and Meredith were told by Bailey to go down to the pit, a trauma was coming in which made George bellow in disappointment and give Cristina a murderous look. She was almost scared of him.

But Cristina was confused. Bailey almost never picked her for trauma and now she had two days in a row? Was she just in a really good mood today or was she just starting to like her? No, it was very unlikely. Maybe she had done something to deserve it? She couldn't recall anything but the tumor surgery yesterday but that wouldn't even impress Bailey.

The thought haunted her and she just had to find out, so when Bailey left the locker-room Cristina rushed after her and asked: "How come you pick me for trauma two times in a row?"

Bailey looked at her with her usual indifferent look in the same time she was looking at her mockingly. "I didn't pick you Yang; it was Dr Hunt's request."

Bailey looked like she was very disappointed by the fact that they now had a chief of trauma who could pick residents as he wanted and she didn't any power in it.

But Cristina was astonished. It was Dr Hunt's request!? No, it couldn't be because of that he wanted to spend the night with her right? No, he was professional. He would never do such thing. He would pick the one he thought was the best, not the one he wanted to see naked. She told it to herself all the way down to the ER and when they got down she was surprised to feel her stomach tickling, like she was nervous. What was she nervous for? It wasn't the trauma; she wasn't an intern for cries sakes. She was so weird. She almost didn't know herself anymore.

She and Meredith grabbed each trauma coats and approached the entrance where Cristina despairely discovered Owen and Callie. She was terrified and wanted to turn back if it wasn't for the urge to get into a trauma. What if Callie would start quizzing her again, with Hunt right besides them? She shivered by the thought. She hoped to god that wouldn't happen.

She forced herself to look calm when they came out and she also forced herself not to stare at Owen and took a long distance from Callie.

"Dr Yang, Dr Grey", Callie said while she stood on her toes in hope to eye the ambulance from a distance and then Cristina just had to look that way when she said Callies name and then she was shockingly met by Owens eyes which stared right into hers. Her heart started pounding immediately. He gave her a nod and a smile. Her lips lived their own lives and answered his smile. When she forced herself not to stare at him anymore and looked another way she was met by Callies eyes instead and her big fat smile, like she just had found out something. It took Cristina a few seconds to figure it out, figure out Callie had seen the eye contact and the smiles between her and Hunt. She was panicked. She immediately wanted to run away from there, but she couldn't.

Callie gave her a meaning look and mouthed two words to her which said: "it's him!" and then Cristina just got more terrified and didn't know what to do. She couldn't do anything. She couldn't deny it that was for sure. The look Owen had given her couldn't ever be a mistaking. His eyes had literally said he wanted her.

Luckily the ambulance came which made Cristina really happy because they were getting busy with their work the rest of the morning.

And when the trauma was done, or when it wasn't a trauma anymore and the person could actually walk out the hospital by himself Cristina and Meredith were told by Bailey to go to the pit like she desperately had wanted to get them out of the trauma section where she hadn't really wanted them in the first place and now Owen couldn't say anything and he literally stood there staring at Cristina when they left like he was disappointed or something.

Cristina had a strong feeling she wouldn't see him again today. She would be at the pit the rest of the day and it sure was no way Hunt would ever go there.

And she was right about that. She was at the pit all day and got stuck with a patient which forced her to skip lunch. And she was really angry. Not by the fact that she wouldn't get any food, by the fact that the chance to try finding Hunt in hope to speak with him was blew.

Distractions were the problem. Work was the problem. It was the first time in her life she just didn't want to work. Not in the pit on top of that. The only thing she wanted was to be near Hunt, getting the chance to speak to him, telling him she desperately wanted him.

Maybe they were distracted by things all the time because they weren't meant to be with each other? But no, she thought in the other second. She didn't believe in crap like destiny. It was Meredith-style. It was just a coincidence they were constantly facing distractions. It wasn't destiny. Even if it was, it would never change the fact that they wanted to screw each other senseless. She didn't know about Hunt, but she wouldn't make it long without screwing him. And she did also know, she wouldn't make it for much longer.