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CHAPTER FIFTY ONE there's no 'i' in team. season five, episode five.
"GOD," CALLIE SIGHED, STORMING INTO THE ON CALL ROOM WHERE CASSIE AND MARK WERE NAPPING TOGETHER. "I've been looking everywhere for you two." She shut the door, motioning for Mark to move away from his girlfriend. "Scoot over."
"I had pre-rounds with my interns," Cassie mumbled groggily in discontent. "I woke up at three in the morning, only for Xavier to show up fourty minutes late, without even bothering to bring me a freaking coffee."
"That sucks," Callie frowned, before turning back to Mark. "Dude, move."
With a huff of indignation, Mark rolled over, leaving room for Callie to lay between the two.
"Well, I had an early morning palatoplasty," he yawned, reaching towards the desk and grabbing the magazine sitting near his pager. "You see this?"
Cassie stretched out her arms, raising a humorous brow at the cover of the article. "The Shepherd Method," she read, squinting at the large photo of Derek's face on the cover. "Oh, they totally airbrushed his skin."
"The Shepherd Method," Mark repeated with a frown.
"Yeah, yeah, very impressive," Callie waved them off, not exactly interested in hearing about Derek as opposed to talking about her own problems. "Listen, last night, Erica—"
"You're right, baby," he continued. "This is definitely airbrushed."
"I know, right?"
"I mean, the man does not have one pore."
Callie rolled her eyes, snapping at the couple with a ferociousness Cassie had yet to see from her. "Could you two focus? I need you right now."
"Right, sorry," Cassie apologized with a shake of her head. "Oh, how was your date with Hahn?"
"It was... okay, I guess?" Callie sighed nervously, wringing her fingers together in her lap. "Last night, Erica and I... we did it. Sort of."
"Congratulations," Mark nodded.
"That's awesome," Cassie grinned.
"No, no, no. It was not good, at all. I choked. I couldn't go down there. I tried, but it just felt so weird and clinical, like gynie rotation."
Cassie's smile dropped as she listened to her speak. Mark was wildly uncomfortable.
"Did you do what I suggested?" Cassie raised a brow, sparing a glance to her boyfriend. "You know, the mirror thing."
