Romancing Dr. Bailey

How Sweet It Is

Miranda locked her car and walked toward the doors of Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. She heard footsteps beside her and felt someone nudge her. It was Callie. They never planned it, but they often walked into the hospital at the same time. "Hey, Bailey!" Callie exclaimed.

"Hello, Torres. Where's my son?" Miranda asked cutting to the chase.

"I'm fine; thanks. And my wife took him and our daughter to the daycare. His bag is in my car."

"I'm sorry, Callie. I'm a little tired. Thanks for watching Little Tuck for me."

"It's not a problem," Callie said putting an arm around her best friend. "So, how was your night last night?" Callie said smirking as they walked into an empty elevator.

Miranda thought about it for a second. "It was great, then it was good, then it was really good, then it was meh."

"You've said so much without saying anything," Callie said smiling. "Start from the beginning and don't leave anything out."

"Okay, well—," but she interrupted by people getting on the elevator. Their voices lowered. "We should hustle, but I will tell you during a break. I'll page you." Miranda and Callie chitchatted and greeted people as they walked through the Attending locker room. Callie's locker was on one side and Miranda's was in the back. Callie talked to her locker mates on her side while Miranda quieted her brain so that she could start her rounds. She started to get dressed. She straightened out her scrubs, grabbed her lab coat and stethoscope. She closed her lockers and came face to face with Ben.

Miranda had to close her eyes suddenly. When she opened them, he was still standing there smiling his smile at her. It made her smile, too. But she fixed her face and waited for him to speak. "Miranda, hi," he said waving slightly.

"Hello, Dr. Warren."

"So, it's Dr. Warren now?" He asked confusedly.

"Well, we are in our professional setting," she said gesturing around the room. The number of people had grown since the last time she looked up. She crossed her arms, her stethoscope digging into her arm, but she didn't care. She wanted to show her frustration. Frustration. He said that he'd call later and even though it was late already, she had waited. And here he was talking about some "hi". The nerve of some people.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked smiling. Why did he find that amusing?

She placed her hands on her hips, "Why are you smiling at me?

"I'm not," he lied. "I'm trying to figure out why you're looking at me with that scowl."

Miranda scoffed. "I'm not scowling. Anyway, forget it. How's Jazmin?"

"I thought you'd never ask," he said and pulled out the stool in her empty locker. He gestured for her to sit down. Ben leaned against the wall and folded his arms. But it wasn't in an off-putting way, he was relaxed. Miranda checked her watch and saw that she had a few minutes. As she sat down, he started to speak. "So, Jazmin ran away, obviously. She, uh, overheard a conversation that her mother was having with her father about them moving away, to, uh, Oklahoma. Jazmin heard the conversation getting heated and took off."

"Oh. Wow," Miranda said quieting her phone which had started to ring.

"Yeah. She went to the library, but when it closed she needed somewhere else to go. So, she went to the park which you thought of... brilliantly. Thanks for that. I was panicking and I didn't know where to look. I'm, um, glad I called you."

"Yeah, how'd you get my number?" Miranda asked.

"I looked it up in the online hospital directory. I hope you don't mind."