𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 [𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲]

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Cassie and George are a ragtag group of misfits. Cassie has found that she has lost all of her best friends (okay, maybe she's still on good terms with Cristina and Meredith, but she was never really super close with them). George has become her old Izzie, more than that. She just needs a good guy friend. One who her feelings for a strictly platonic from the get-go and forward. Someone who won't be her new Alex. It's nice to know he's always there. With Izzie, she always worried that she would find out about her dirty little crush on Alex. George is her safety net.

It's nice to have that for once.

Cassie's shift has just ended, along with George's off to Joe's they go, along with Callie, someone George has gotten awfully "close" with. A place she hasn't been in ages. She misses Joe dearly but has major fears of running into Alex, who she's about 89% sure he lives there.

The entrance is pushed open by George, Callie holding it open for Cassie. Upon entering the bar Izzie shouted, "George!" At the sight of him.

"And Cassie and Callie," Cassie joked, laughing at the similarity in their names, though it really wasn't that funny, she's just been up since 4 AM, which means she barely knows how to function anymore. Meredith, Cristina, and Izzie said their hellos not really caring at all. She thinks it's the Callie Stigma, that's what she's calling it now. Cassie doesn't know what they find so unlikeable about Callie. Sure, George has been spent most of his time with her and she can be a little public with their romance, but she's nice and respectful and isn't that really all that matters in a person. At least that's what she thinks.

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Cassie thinks it's tragic. One of the worst things. Trauma, especially when it's not that patient's fault. She gets paged down to the ER and she can barely move with the number of people overflowing from the ER to the hallway. A shooting at a restaurant is what the paramedics say and the guy got away. This is something is kind of thankful she doesn't have to deal with a person slipping into death. Instead, two people, a couple, up and talking.

"Neal Hannigan and Deborah Fleiss." Cassie introduced to Dr. Bailey, "They were paying at the register when the gunman came in." They entered the trauma room they were in.

The nurse who sat behind the couple told Bailey and Cassie, "She's got a through and through to the right upper arm. Good distal pulses." Referring to Deborah before turning to Neal, reading, "He sustained a possible graze wound to the right back."

Bailey then ordered her, "Let's irrigate the wound, get them to X-ray and order a Tet-Tox for both."

Cassie walked over to Neal trying to take a look at his wound before Neal insisted to Cassie, "Don't worry about me. Take care of my Deborah first."

She turned to face his Deborah, who scolded him, "Oh, now you're concerned."

Neal looked guilty (Cassie is getting used to that look), "I said I was sorry."

Cassie began to irrigate Deborah's wound as she yelled at Neal, "Sorry? The shooting starts and you duck behind me, and you're sorry?"

Her tools drop as Cassie hears what Deborah had just said, "You what?"

Neal then listed the excuses, "It was instinct. I couldn't help it. Deb, honey, you know I love you."

Deborah rolled her eyes as she argued, "Love means never having to use your girlfriend as a human shield."

"We shared a bullet." Neal tried to make some connection with the bullet being a sign of love between the two, Deborah was having none of it. Cassie wouldn't either. I mean who exactly would be okay with their boyfriend using them as a human shield.

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Cassie's pen scribbled across Deborah's chart as they waited for an X-ray. "The X-ray will tell us the location of the bullet." She explained to the patient.

Deborah looked confused, "Mine was a through and through, right? So, there's no bullet."

"We just want to make sure it didn't hit bone," Cassie told her.

Neal, who was laying down on his side said, "However this turns out I want you to operate on my fiancée. I don't care if I'm dying."

Cassie scowled, "You're not dying, you're like not even close to."

Deborah rolled her eyes in annoyance, "I'm also not your fiancée anymore."

Her no longer fiancé tried to reason with her, "We already sent out the invitations. We're getting married six weeks from now. Deborah, please. I love you."

Cassie then turned to Deborah, "Don't fall for it, please. They do that. They just think they can make it up to by just saying something sweet," Neal tried to interject, Cassie wasn't having it, "but the truth is when it comes down to it, they'll just ignore you or they'll just use your body as a human shield!"

Deborah nodded strongly in agreement, "You're very...passionate."

Neal said all sweetly, "I was thinking the exact same thing, see we're meant to be together." 

"Shut up, Neal!"

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Fights are on display. Okay, more so just Addison screaming at McDreamy, but still. She sleeps with his best friend and he leaves for Seattle, but then he meets Meredith and then Addison comes and ruins it and then when the best friend comes and hits on Meredith, Derek punches him. Basically, as she screams it for the whole hospital to hear, "Maybe what I should is go out on a date with the vet, because that seems to be something that sends you into a blind rage. Oh, but that won't work either, because I'm not Meredith Grey." After lots of staring everyone tried to play it cool like they weren't just staring at the greatest sentence ever said. Because I'm not Meredith Grey. 

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They made up, Neal and Deborah. When Cassie goes to discharge them they're zipping each other's jackets up and kissing. "You forgave him," Cassie commented.

Deborah turned towards Neal, "I told him I'd give him one more chance."

Neal stared at Deborah caringly, "And I told her she won't have to." He smiled, "What I went through today—what we went through today—it's changed me." Cassie nodded, it's sweet, but it's not true. "This bullet will always remind me to do the right thing for my Deborah." Cassie signed the discharge papers and handed them to her.

Deborah turned to Cassie, "And whatever is going on with you and your boyfriend, maybe you should just try and forgive him. It really feels so much better than all that anger."

Cassie nodded, "Thanks. But I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh," Deborah said, "it sure sounded like you did." She then leaned into Neal before walking off to the Nurses' Station. All Cassie could do was take a deep sigh, unsure of what else to do.

She walked back into the ER to help with any patients left in there. At least she was going to until a gun went off. Cassie followed Bailey out of the ER in the ambulance bay where that bitchy manger she had been hearing about was and where Dr. Burke was. This is going to be interesting. Okay, she feels disgusting for saying that, but it's true. This night was going to interesting.