Code Blue | Grey's Anatomy // Book 2 // COMPLETED

39 | A Good Day

"I heard your girlfriend did a little panty dance in the kitchen this morning." Cristina joked as Alex poured some coffee, referring to the intern Jo that Alex had become friends with.

"She's not my girlfriend." Alex denied, "Look, I know it's weird. She's hot and she's always around, but I don't even think of her like that. I'd be like you and I sleeping together."

Cristina made a disgusted face, "Ew. I'm trying to eat my breakfast."

"Did you hear your husband accidentally copped a feel?" Alex asked.

"Mm-hmm. Yeah." Cristina giggled, "Oh, and he's not my husband. That's why he's sneaking in at the crack of crack."

"You are a messed up broad," Alex told her.

"Dr. Webber rejected my mother's cookies," Jackson said as he entered the lounge and set a container of cookies down on the table.

Alex took a sip of his coffee, "That sounds dirty."

"She's worried about him." Jackson sat down, "She wants me to access his mood. She thinks he's depressed."

"Well, his wife died a month ago." I said, "Isn't he supposed to be depressed?"

Jackson nodded, "Of course, but, like, normal depressed or too depressed?"

Cristina took a bite of her banana, "I mean, he's fine. He's back at work."

"Nah, but he's not operating." Jackson sighed.

"Maybe you should hold him." Alex jokingly suggested.

Jackson closed his eyes in annoyance, "And I'm done. Enjoy the cookies."

"Thanks." Cristina smiled as she grabbed the container.

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Just as I was about to start my first surgery of the day, my cell phone rang. Answering it, it was our lawyer for the plane crash saying that they needed us at the courthouse. They had made a decision. Quickly, I got someone else to take my surgery before I changed out of my scrubs and met everyone down at the courthouse. Everyone except Callie, who was stuck in surgery.


"Did I miss it?" Callie ran into the courtroom as we finished up the hearing, "Damn it. I'm sorry. I got out of the O.R. as fast as I could, but I didn't think it was gonna happen today. Oh, God. Was it bad?" Meredith shook her head and Callie seemed surprised, "It wasn't?"

"We won," Arizona informed her.

Derek nodded, "He said the airline company had a history of mechanical problems with the plane. It was in public record, and the hospital should've known."

"He found the hospital negligent," I added.

Callie smiled, "So we won. When's he gonna tell us about the award? I mean...I hate to be all about the money-"

"He already did." Cristina cut her off.

Arizona looked up to her wife, "He's giving us fifteen million dollars."

"Whoa." Callie gasped.

"Each." Arizona finished.

Taking a deep breath we stayed seated as our lawyer, the woman we had met with so many times before, joined us. "So what happens now, the hospital hands us a check for fifteen million dollars?" Meredith asked.

"Oh, well, their insurance company does, and it'll probably take some time to get through all the bureaucratic rigmarole, but, yeah." the woman nodded, "Pending appeal, the insurance company will issue each of you a big check."

"In the meantime, I have a ping-pong ball to hit." Derek sighed.

"Yeah, I gotta get back, too." Arizona agreed, "I have James Leggett's surgery."

Derek looked to her, "Oh, how is James?"

Standing up with everyone, we headed for the door. "Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Why is everyone rushing off?" Callie stopped us, "This is a momentous event. Shouldn't we do something like celebrate or...okay, maybe 'celebrate's' too strong a word. Dinner. We should have a dinner. Come on. We've been sitting in rooms with each other for months talking about this, and we just won. What's wrong with sitting in one more room with-with food in front of us?"

Reluctantly agreeing, we left and headed for our cars to head back to the hospital. It felt so surreal to finally be able to never deal with the plane crash again. And I couldn't even wrap my head around fifteen million dollars. What would I do with that much money?

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"We could buy a house," Meredith suggested to Derek as we rode the elevator in the hospital.

"We have a house," Derek said.

Meredith shrugged, "We could buy another house."

"We could buy five houses." Derek countered.

"We could buy five houses with yards as big as football fields." Cristina nodded.

I smiled, "We could buy the team to play on the football field."

"Who would play against them?" Cristina asked.

"Well, we'd buy another team." Derek chuckled.

Meredith sighed, "I just wanted a house."

"Mo' money, mo' problems." Cristina joked.

"I should've been on that damn plane," Alex said from behind us as the elevator dinged. "I'm just not ready for Callie's dinner tonight." Meredith said as we walked off of the elevator, "It's too weird."

"I know." Cristina admitted, "How long do you think till these parasites are hitting us up for a lung?"

Since I had gone for the morning, most of the cases had been taken. So, instead of a trauma, I ended up scrubbing in with Meredith and Webber on a nineteen-year-old girl with an unknown mass in her stomach. "Feel good being back in the O.R.?" Meredith asked Webber, it being his first time doing surgery since Adele had passed.

"Grey...let's focus on the patient," Webber told her.

Meredith nodded, "Opening the stomach. Babcock clamp."

"Lap pads." I turned to one of the scrub nurses.

"Whoa." Meredith started to pull the mass out, which was a giant hairball, "Look at that thing."

"Well, would you look at that. A Bezoar." Webber stared at it.

Meredith turned to Heather, "It's a giant hairball."

"Like from eating your hair?" Heather asked.

Meredith nodded, "Like from eating your hair."

"I used to eat dirt." Heather randomly told us and we gave her a look, "I haven't in years."

After removing the hairball and finishing up the surgery, I headed home to get ready for the dinner that night. I didn't feel like wearing a dress, so I just put on some nice black jeans and a nice top. Before I knew it, the sun had started to set and we were all sitting at the round table in the middle of the very nice restaurant, silence surrounding us.

"How's everyone's dinner?" Callie asked.

"Good." we all replied, still a little weirded out by the whole dinner thing.

Callie smiled, "Yeah, it's good."

"How'd the surgery with James go?" Derek asked Arizona.

Arizona sighed, "Uh...Jackson didn't listen. He went ahead with the monobloc readvancement."

"Really?" Derek cocked an eyebrow, "How long did that take?"

"Five hours." Arizona told him, "Yeah. I stood there, you know, just to make sure he didn't mess it up."

"Ma'am?" a waiter walked over and showed a bottle of champagne to Callie. "Uh, Perfect." Callie nodded, "I'd like to make a toast."

"Oh, Callie, no toasts." Arizona begged, "You know what? Let's just get this dinner over with-"

"Arizona stood for five hours," Callie said.

"That's not the point," Arizona argued.

"Yeah, I know. Do you realize how big a deal it is you standing for five hours isn't the point?" Callie chuckled, "Do you know what else happened today? Derek played ping-pong."

"And lost." Derek took a sip of his drink.

"And wanted to keep on playing 'cause his wrist wasn't sore." Callie smiled and looked to Cristina who was on her phone, "What are you doing?"

Cristina looked up, "Oh, sorry. I'm just, uh, quick texting Owen."

"Sexting." Meredith looked over Cristina's shoulder.

"No, she's-she's trying is what she's doing." Callie corrected, "Yeah. You just divorced the guy and here you are texting him."

"Mer's right. I'm sexting." Cristina admitted.

"Oh, well, even better." we all laughed as the waiter started to pour the champagne. Callie sighed, "Mark would've loved that. Sex was the thing he loved more than anything else. And we're all having it...so, well, we're trying. Don't you see that? We're all trying. We're trying to move on, which is progress. And it feels weird...and sad and wrong, but it also feels exciting. I miss Mark...and Lexie. And I'm...heartbroken that they're not here tonight. I'm heartbroken, but...I'm also grateful...that all of you are. And I'm gonna celebrate that. And we are gonna toast. Come on. Toast. Pick up your glasses and toast."

"Oh, no, thank you." Meredith stopped the waiter from pouring her a glass.

"Yes, she's having champagne." Callie told the waiter, "Grey, we're all having champagne."

Meredith smiled, "No, I can't."

"Just try." Callie begged, "Try. Come on. Try. Is it too much to ask you to try?"

"I can't because I'm pregnant," Meredith told her.

"What?" Callie asked as we all smiled, glad that Meredith finally said it out loud.

Meredith grabbed her water glass, "And I'm happy, so let's celebrate."

"Oh, my God." Callie grinned as we all picked up our glasses and clinked them against one another's.

"Well, congratulations." Cristina told her, "Congratulations."

Before the night ended, we tried to get Owen to come have a drink with us, but he was busy. So instead of that, we all gathered around Meredith and got one of the waiters to take a picture of us. "Baby!" we all said as the photo was snapped. What a good way to end a rather good day.