falling for you [m.s.]

fourty nine

gwen was in the hospital and stood with mark at the nurses station. richard stood at the o.r board as bailey walked up to him.

"chief, i need to ask you about..." but bailey got cut off from webber.

"sloan, have you heard from derek?" richard asks him ignoring bailey.

"no." mark simply replies not looking up from his chart.

"gwen." he called her.

"no, i don't know how he is. i've heard nothing. nothing today, nothing yesterday and nothing the day before. and no, i will not go out there to him." she dismisses him before she and mark walked away.

"i don't understand why people think we have to talk to him." mark scoffs.

"yeah." gwen sigh.

"hey, what's up?" mark asks as he saw the look on her face.

"it's just he is my brother. and i hate him for what he did to you. but maybe i should talk to him." gwen shrugges.

"you could but i have a face transplant today and you shouldn't miss that." he smirks.

"i'll be in the gallery." she assures him.

he kissed her before walking to his patient.

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gwen had no patient today wich is why she was in an empty room sitting at a computer eating sweets. she enjoyed it to relax a bit.

"hey babe." mark greets her putting his hands on her shoulder from behind. "what are you doing?"

"oh, i'm doing nothing and i love it." she replies her mouth still full of chocolate.

"i'm happy that you enjoy doing nothing but maybe you can sacrifice and do something with me." he smirks kissing her neck.

"uhm... i think i can do that." she smiles turning around in her chair. "lock the door."

he smirks bridely as he walks over to the door. then he walks back to her and puts her on the desk.

"we have to be quiet." gwen whispers against his lips.

he leaned in and kissed her. they kissed while she pulled down his pants and boxer. then he took them off and carried her to an empty table. she laid on her back and he took off her pants and underwear. he got over her kissed her neck.

"you also think this is dirty?" he chuckles into the crock of her neck.

"when was that a reason for you to stop?" she asks.

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when they were finished mark had to go to his patient while gwen was sitting at the computer eating again.

"gwen?" bailey called her as she entered the conference room.

"bailey." gwen greets her back.

"how's your mood?" she asks as she stepped closer.

"relaxed. happy. i'm excited about mark's face transplant." she smiles. "i'm a little concerned about derek, but all in all..."

"do i look like a therapist?" bailey snapped.

"you asked." gwen defends herself eating chips.

"i've lost hunt and torres. i sent them to get shepherd, and i never heard from them again. so i was trying to solve the shepherd situation." bailey explaind while gwen ate chips. "but it appears i've somehow made it three times worse. so i'm telling you, and my next move, i believe, is that i'm gonna call the police. because i'm half convinced they're all dead. on a spit with a one-armed man turning them into shish kebabs. it's my mind, it just goes there."