Against All Odds

18. Cristina Yang- The Spy

"You want me to do what?" Cristina asked incredulously.

Derek just stood there waiting for her agreement.

"How do you expect me to do that?" She asked, when he remained silent.

"You are a resourceful, intelligent woman. I am sure you can figure it out." He said confidently.

She looked at him suspiciously.

'Then why don't you do it?" She asked.

"Are you kidding me? She guards that thing like Fort Knox." It was his turn to be incredulous.

"Then why do you think I would have better luck?"

"You have no reason to steal it?" He said, grasping at straws and hoping she bought it.

Awareness washed over her face.

"You don't want her to bitch you out if she catches you." She stated.

"Yes." His shoulders slumped. "Please say you will do it. Puh lease." He begged. "If she catches you, she will forgive you. She will torture me until the end of time."

She just looked at him.

"Do you want me down on my knees?" He asked.

She looked around at the crowded hallway.

"That would be a no." She said. She looked at his pleading face and sighed. "Fine. I will do it." He opened his mouth to say something but she put a hand out to stop him. "If she catches me and goes all ape shit, I will shave your head bald. B-A-L-D. Bald. Understood?"

He nodded emphatically. "Bald, yes, fine. Just, I need it by six."

"I am supposed to infiltrate Fort Knox in five hours? You idiot. You couldn't have given me more time?" She asked.

"How much time do you think you need?" He asked impatiently.

"Five days would have been good."

"You just have to swipe it when she is not looking. How hard can it be?" He asked.

****

"How hard can it be?" Cristina mocked as she peered slowly and covertly into the locker room. "Sneaking into rooms, looking over my shoulder to do this stupid shit for a person that annoys the fuck out of me. I am Cristina Yang, Cardio God, not Cristina Yang, Super Spy."

"Why are you talking to yourself?'

Cristina jumped and whirled around to see her best friend of over two years looking at her questioningly. Cristina didn't come here to Seattle looking for friends. She came here looking for competition. Instead she had bonded with this seemingly shy woman and had never looked back. Meredith was her person, her confidant, the yin to her yang...oh shit, you all get the point. She would do this for her, to her, so she could be happy.

"No reason." She hedged.

Meredith nodded and continued on to her locker. Cristina watched her like a hawk, covertly of course. Meredith pulled her hair up into a ponytail and then winded it into a bun. She only did that if she was about to scrub in.

YES!

"Scrubbing in?" She asked.

Meredith looked at her sideways.

"Yes. You can't have it. My arm." She said possessively.

"Does the arm have a heart?" Cristina asked.

"No."

'Then why would I want it?" She pointed out.

"You have a point. Yes I am scrubbing in on a severed arm with Sloan. And I need to go now. We start in twenty." Meredith went to leave and Cristina followed her.

Meredith realized halfway to the OR that Cristina was trailing behind her.

"Did you need something?" She asked.

"No."

"Then why are you following me?" Meredith asked.

"Can't I spend time with my best friend?" Cristina asked.

"No." Meredith said.

Cristina huffed.

"Well, I am. So get over it already." She snarked.

"Okay! Bitchy." Meredith said, arriving at the scrub room. "Well, I have to go work now. I will see you later?' She asked.

"Yes." Cristina said.

Meredith gave her another look and walked into the room.

Cristina peeked into the little window and watched as her friend took her most prized possession and pinned it on her scrub jacket, giving it a little pat.

She had it in the bag.

****

Meredith rolled her neck as she tried to work the kinks out. It was a four hours tedious surgery but with luck, the arm would be fully functional in six months.

"You did good Grey." Mark said as they scrubbed out.

"Thanks."

"Um...Mer? Why is Yang peering into the window like Tinkerbell on crack?"

Meredith looked and shrugged.

"She is acting all clingy and weird today."

Mark nodded.

"Well have fun with that." He said, banging the door into Cristina inadvertently as he left. He shook his head and walked off.

He wanted no part of what was about to go down. Yang had some definite balls.

****

"Not that I am complaining, but what is the deal?" Meredith asked, as they entered the locker room.

"I told you, I just want to spend some time with you. You were gone two weeks ago and I missed you." She said.

"I missed you too." She hugged Cristina.

"Yeah, whatever. Drink?" Cristina asked as she pulled away and offered Meredith a cold can drink.

"Yeah." Meredith popped the top and carbonated drink went everywhere. "Shit! Shake it up much?" She scowled.

"I'm sorry. Let's get you out of that wet top." Cristina yanked Meredith's shirt off of her without another word or warning, jerking Meredith about.

"Ouch!" Meredith said, as something snagged her hair.

"Sorry. I will just go put this in the laundry. Bye." She darted out of the room like the hounds of hell were on her heels.

Meredith stood there, with sticky wet liquid dripping down her chest and pants, baffled my what had just occurred. She looked ruefully down at herself. Guess she would be taking a shower.

****

Cristina walked casually up to Derek.

"4:22pm. I think that is a record." She said, dropping the engagement ring into his palm. "You better make this good. She deserves it."

Derek smiled after her and then his grin widened at the platinum ring sitting in the palm of his hand. He was going to do this right for once and give her everything her heart desired.