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CHAPTER FIFTY TWO life during wartime. season five, episode six.
CASSIE TIREDLY WALKED TOWARD THE LOCKER ROOM, WITH MEREDITH ON HER RIGHT AND CRISTINA ON HER LEFT. As she rubbed her eyes, a small smile came her her face as Meredith showed them an Anatomy Jane doll her mother had bought for her when she was a child.
Cassie took it from her hands, smiling amusedly at the removable organs on the barbie-type doll. Turning to Meredith, she raised a brow in question. "How long have you had this?"
"She bought it for me when I was five," she explained with a grin. "Which is a super creepy gift for a five year old, but I loved it."
Laughing, Cassie handed the doll over to Cristina to play with. But when she glanced up, her entire body froze in place.
In front of the elevators, was Derek, Mark, and the Chief... having a conversation with Owen Hunt.
Eyes going wide in alarm, she latched on to Meredith and Cristina's arms, squeezing hard as she gasped out, "Run!"
With that, she took off in a sprint, leading them aimlessly in the opposite direction. The pair shared a concerned glance over her shoulder as they rushed through the halls, only stopping once Cassie darted around a corner for safety.
"Okay," Meredith panted heavily, turning to her incredulously. "What was that all about?"
"Owen," Cassie cringed, banging her head against the wall as she thought back to what happened the day they met.
Cristina tilted her head in recognition. "Owen? As in Major Hunt, hot pen-trach dude?"
"As in, the guy who kissed me in front of my boyfriend," Cassie corrected, watching as the other two stumbled over their words in shock. "Yeah, did I forget to mention that?"
"He kissed you?!"
"Well, not kissed me kissed me, but tried to kiss me, which is basically the same thing, right?"
Meredith shrugged in thought. "I mean, what kind of kiss?" At Cassie's look of confusion, she elaborated. "Was it a just the heat of the moment kiss?"
"Or," Cristina continued, "was it a I'm into you and want you to be my soldier bride kind of kiss?"
