No, I think he makes that clear to anyone within earshot.
( And not. It's the worst kept secret in the hospital. Besides Adair and Wellness' affair.
Or, from where. She's not one to live by her pedigree, so even if her mother were someone in this world, she wouldn't advertise her medical inbreeding. Or, royally inbred as Cristina once described her. She feels divorced from all of that and the farthest away from general surgery she's been. She likes the bone-breaking of ortho - especially during the typically difficult therapy sessions, but she continues to gravitate back to neuro.
That her mentor isn't an easy on the eyes divorced man she loves and misses is a very good thing. )
It made it down to the morgue, didn't it? ( She takes a breath, looking away again. ) I haven't seen you around here in a few months. Do you go straight home or did you find somewhere better to go after shift?
( She's heard through the grapevine either his sister is a traveling nurse or she's on some sort of leave of absence, but no one has a clear picture. She used to be a nurse and, apparently, still takes shifts here and there. )
I heard she used to work at the hospital, or still does from time to time?
( She's never asked. She has a half-sister. A few. She's never met them. She never wanted to. Maybe. But everything changed after Susan dies. )
("No or," Ren says, having come out of the bathroom. She may have been listening. So, this is Meredith Grey. "We tend to stick together across the important holidays," she says. "And some of the less important ones." They have inside jokes regarding Armor Day, the Fourth and a few others. "Dr. Grey, we haven't had the pleasure. Renaissance Bismark.")
Across one group and three homes. One guy wasn't a complete shithead.
( His funeral was just last year. The rest were bastards or people who wanted the extra money. )
We kept out, got in, or otherwise evaded trouble together. Ride or dies don't come as great as Robbie.
( She's laying it on thick, but him being a foster sibling - that he was in a group home and didn't have a perfect childhood, why does that make him more appealing. )
[He feels like he should point that out and save her the money. He holds up his beer to judge how much is left before shrugging.]
I'll have another beer, but tequila for Meredith?
[He asks it like a question, because it is, he doesn't want to order for her. But also gives him plausible deniability that he might be wrong, even though he knows he isn't.
( She missed that memo. Better for her wallet, but she's never had a problem with her wallet. That's nursing for you. )
Guess I'm just procuring.
("Tequila soda," she says after a second of deciding whether or not she should reup. Now she's meeting his sister. And she kind of likes the cut of his sister's jib. Well, "sister." )
Beer and tequila, soda. ( She turns to the bar to flag him down and sees that he's occupied at the other corner. ) Be right back. And don't listen to anything this punk says. We each got into our fair share of trouble. ( She gives her brother a look before heading down to the other side.
( And now she respects Rob's sister, because that isn't an easy road. Not every hospital is the same. Every one has a different ecosystem. Makes sense why they haven't crossed paths before now.
Renaissance flirts with the bartender, or it looks like flirting as she takes a shot with him.
She could say she's an only child. But she doesn't. )
( She may have heard of them as a concept, or learned about them in school, but they aren't at the forefront of her mind. Her first though: 90's Lilith Fair headliners? )
They were these factory workers around World War I and into the twenties. They painted the glow in the dark dials on watches and clocks with Radium - this is before they realized Radium was terrible for you. In fact, they're why they realized radium was terrible for you.
Anyway, horrors of capitalism in the 1920s aside, these girls had to fight so hard to get someone to listen to them. And in the end, it was their bodies that provided the most proof of what the radium companies had done to them. And ideally, you want to be able to get there before they die, but ... I don't know. I feel like the last line of defense. Maybe they weren't able to be heard in life, but I'll be able to hear them after they're gone.
( Wow. She wants to sleep with him again. It feels inevitable now. She can't let this stand. Let him lean against this bar being that handsome, that deep.
Behind him, his sister watches them, deliberately not coming back over? This family is not to be underestimated.
Cristina enters, unwrapping her scarf. She spots Meredith, but stops herself before coming over. What is happening there?)
I'm the last stop on the line. I owe it to them at least to try.
[And also make sure they're not a vampire or a ghoul or any other kind undead thing that probably shouldn't get off the table again. But that's not going to be the romantic thing that keeps her looking at him like that.
Which he really, really wants her to keep doing.
At least until he catches sight of Cristina over her shoulder and he blinks before taking a long swig of his beer.]
( She turns, the spell broken momentarily. She gives Cristina a "What?" face. Cristina indicates: Besnick, obviously. Ren returns with drinks, assessing the situation. She's going to defuse it. Because, tonight is about fun and not about the longing she just witnessed. Longing's a strong way of putting it, but her brother (and Meredith) don't look at people like that.
"Here," she says, setting another beer down and then the tequila. "Thought you'd be finished yours by now, Meredith," she says, indicating the untouched tequila soda.
Meredith looks away from Cristina, caught? Cristina recognizes Ren, but doesn't know much besides that, so, she joins.
"Nurse Bismark," she says, and finds the tequila soda. "Oh, is that for me?" she asks. It is now.
"Yang. Merry Christmas."
"Uhuh. Morgue guy," Cristina says, greeting Rob. Meredith makes a face at her. "He's the morgue guy. Fine. Rob. Attendant Besnick.")
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I'll put it on my Christmas list for you.
[Just in case something comes in at the last minute.]
Though it does look as though we're coming down to the wire. Maybe Santa can pull it off.
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( As you are in the morgue, Besnik. )
Otherwise, I'll take it in any package. Even if it skips Neuro and ends up in Pedes. I'd even take Cardio if Cristina has the day off.
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[He takes a sip of his beer.]
I don't think Higgins is passing out cardio medical marvels to anyone but Cristina. Not if he wants to retire sometime in the next decade or so.
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Well, he has no choice if Cristina's maxed out. Besides, my legacy was never in cardio.
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[Not that he would ever compromise patient care. He's just a tired old man who needs an heir.]
But we'll see. You never know what could walk through the door.
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( And not. It's the worst kept secret in the hospital. Besides Adair and Wellness' affair.
Or, from where. She's not one to live by her pedigree, so even if her mother were someone in this world, she wouldn't advertise her medical inbreeding. Or, royally inbred as Cristina once described her. She feels divorced from all of that and the farthest away from general surgery she's been. She likes the bone-breaking of ortho - especially during the typically difficult therapy sessions, but she continues to gravitate back to neuro.
That her mentor isn't an easy on the eyes divorced man she loves and misses is a very good thing. )
It made it down to the morgue, didn't it? ( She takes a breath, looking away again. ) I haven't seen you around here in a few months. Do you go straight home or did you find somewhere better to go after shift?
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Sometimes other things come up. And my sister's been in town on and off. When she is here, I try to take the time with her I can.
[And also he was ghosted and he knows she likes to hang out here so he was trying not to make things awkward.]
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I heard she used to work at the hospital, or still does from time to time?
( She's never asked. She has a half-sister. A few. She's never met them. She never wanted to. Maybe. But everything changed after Susan dies. )
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She did. She's got a bit of wanderlust, but she still picks up some shifts here from time to time.
[Because she's a traveling hunter, while he's more of a stay in one place and deal with local problems hunter.]
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Are you going to see her this Christmas, or...
( "No or," Ren says, having come out of the bathroom. She may have been listening. So, this is Meredith Grey. "We tend to stick together across the important holidays," she says. "And some of the less important ones." They have inside jokes regarding Armor Day, the Fourth and a few others. "Dr. Grey, we haven't had the pleasure. Renaissance Bismark." )
Not - Bis --
( Sister?? )
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[He'll save her some of the confusion because he likes her. His sister probably knows this.]
Our names are so similar that they assumed typo and tried to keep us together. Worked out well for us.
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( His funeral was just last year. The rest were bastards or people who wanted the extra money. )
We kept out, got in, or otherwise evaded trouble together. Ride or dies don't come as great as Robbie.
( She's laying it on thick, but him being a foster sibling - that he was in a group home and didn't have a perfect childhood, why does that make him more appealing. )
What are we all drinking, I got next round.
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[He feels like he should point that out and save her the money. He holds up his beer to judge how much is left before shrugging.]
I'll have another beer, but tequila for Meredith?
[He asks it like a question, because it is, he doesn't want to order for her. But also gives him plausible deniability that he might be wrong, even though he knows he isn't.
Or maybe she wants something else.]
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Guess I'm just procuring.
( "Tequila soda," she says after a second of deciding whether or not she should reup. Now she's meeting his sister. And she kind of likes the cut of his sister's jib. Well, "sister." )
Beer and tequila, soda. ( She turns to the bar to flag him down and sees that he's occupied at the other corner. ) Be right back. And don't listen to anything this punk says. We each got into our fair share of trouble. ( She gives her brother a look before heading down to the other side.
"Punk, huh? Are you some kind of secret badass?" )
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Hardly. I just specialize at being a pain in her ass.
[Then he smirks.]
Though she is right, that I dragged her into trouble just as much as she did me.
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( She wouldn't know, personally. But siblings are like -- locked down dynamics, right? Protect each other at all costs, even if you hate 'em. )
So, you work in the morgue and she - ?
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[Or at least that's her cover story.]
She picks up shifts here and there, depending on were she wants to be.
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Renaissance flirts with the bartender, or it looks like flirting as she takes a shot with him.
She could say she's an only child. But she doesn't. )
How did you end up in the morgue, anyway?
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Have you ever heard of the Radium Girls?
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( She may have heard of them as a concept, or learned about them in school, but they aren't at the forefront of her mind. Her first though: 90's Lilith Fair headliners? )
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They were these factory workers around World War I and into the twenties. They painted the glow in the dark dials on watches and clocks with Radium - this is before they realized Radium was terrible for you. In fact, they're why they realized radium was terrible for you.
Anyway, horrors of capitalism in the 1920s aside, these girls had to fight so hard to get someone to listen to them. And in the end, it was their bodies that provided the most proof of what the radium companies had done to them. And ideally, you want to be able to get there before they die, but ... I don't know. I feel like the last line of defense. Maybe they weren't able to be heard in life, but I'll be able to hear them after they're gone.
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You give them a voice.
( Wow. She wants to sleep with him again. It feels inevitable now. She can't let this stand. Let him lean against this bar being that handsome, that deep.
Behind him, his sister watches them, deliberately not coming back over? This family is not to be underestimated.
Cristina enters, unwrapping her scarf. She spots Meredith, but stops herself before coming over. What is happening there? )
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[And also make sure they're not a vampire or a ghoul or any other kind undead thing that probably shouldn't get off the table again. But that's not going to be the romantic thing that keeps her looking at him like that.
Which he really, really wants her to keep doing.
At least until he catches sight of Cristina over her shoulder and he blinks before taking a long swig of his beer.]
There's Yang.
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"Here," she says, setting another beer down and then the tequila. "Thought you'd be finished yours by now, Meredith," she says, indicating the untouched tequila soda.
Meredith looks away from Cristina, caught? Cristina recognizes Ren, but doesn't know much besides that, so, she joins.
"Nurse Bismark," she says, and finds the tequila soda. "Oh, is that for me?" she asks. It is now.
"Yang. Merry Christmas."
"Uhuh. Morgue guy," Cristina says, greeting Rob. Meredith makes a face at her. "He's the morgue guy. Fine. Rob. Attendant Besnick." )
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[He flashes her a smile as he resettles against the bar.]
Honestly, I'm surprised you know my first name.
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