Pulse | Grey's Anatomy

two.

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s1 ep2

the first cut is the deepest

"what's in the box?" jordyn asked as she caught up to meredith in the corridor. she had just finished her rounds and was walking to the nurses station to look over a few things.

"a penis."

jordyn nearly dropped the files in her hand in shock. "a what?"

meredith just ignored her as they reached the nurse's station, placing the box on the counter in front of george. "what's that?" he asked.

"don't ask. you don't wanna know."

"i do wanna know. really."

"you really want to know?" meredith asked him again, jordyn going to walk behind him. "jordyn, tell him."

jordyn smirked at her before placing her hands on george's shoulders, crouching down to put her mouth close to his ear. "it's a penis, georgie," she whispered. george blushed, whether it was from hearing what was in the box, or the close proximity to jordyn, it was hard to tell.

"okay," george cringed, using his shoulders to shrug off jordyn, who was laughing. "i didn't really want to know."

"you asked, georgie," jordyn smirked at him, patting his shoulder. "you asked."

"since when does the possession of ovaries become an insult?" christina yelled as she turned the corner, the back of alex karev's - bailey's new intern - head seen disappearing down the opposing corridor.

"meredith's carrying a penis around in a jar," george told her.

"a box, george," jordyn deadpanned. "the penis is in a box."

"oh, from the rape surgery?"

"yeah," meredith answered her. "and it's not a jar, or a box. it's a cooler."

christina opened the box to take a look before quickly shutting it. "talk about taking a bite out of crime."

george got up to go into the back office and talk to meredith, jordyn residing his seat, kicking her legs up on the desk as she leaned back.

as jordyn lounged with her feet propped up on the desk, a nurse approached, her expression a mix of teasing and disapproval. she stopped just in front of jordyn, leaning back against the counter and crossing her arms with a playful smirk.

"feet off my desk," the nurse said, raising a brow at the brunette. "this isn't your living room, you know."

jordyn looked up lazily, her lips curling into a slow grin. "and here i was thinking this place was all about comfort."

the nurse chuckled softly, leaning a little closer. "comfort, sure. but i can bet you won't be comfortable if the chief catches you treating the nurses' station like your personal lounge."

jordyn exaggeratedly dropped her legs down from the desk, the smirk never leaving her face. "oh, well i wouldn't want to get you in trouble."

the nurse's eyes lingered for a moment too long, her smile now more mischievous. "trust me, i can handle trouble. i just don't think you can."

jordyn quirked an eyebrow, intrigued. "that a challenge?"

"maybe," the nurse replied with a shrug. "for now, consider it a warning. you'll have to try a little harder next time to get on my good side." with a wink, the nurse walked away, and all jordyn could do was watch her leave - or more, the back of her leave.