Eye of The Storm | Greys Anatomy

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Walking into a supply closet for some peace and quiet, Cassie was surprised when she heard a voice call out, "George?" Cassie furrowed her eyebrows, walking towards the voice that sounded like Lexie's, "Lex-- Oh, my God," She stared at Lexie, who had files all around her, "Klepto." "Please," Lexie pleaded again, "don't report me." Cassie squinted at the girl, "Of course, I'm not." She kneeled down and grabbed a file, "What are we doing?" "I may or may not have stolen files from the Chief about the residents." Cassie gasped, "Don't judge!" "I'm not!" Cassie defended, "I'm just shocked-- wow." She looked back at the file, "Cristina's dyslexic?" "Yes! And--" Lexie stopped herself as the supply closet door opened and the two girls grew silent, "Who's there?" "George O'Malley." George whispered, "I was paged to the supply closet." "Are you alone?" Cassie asked. "Cassie?" George frowned his eyebrows as he walked to where the girls sat. "Um," Lexie started, "remember how I said I wasn't a thief?" George's jaw slackened as he saw the files in front of the girls, "I think maybe I am." "Alexandra Caroline Grey!" He reprimanded in a whisper, looking at Cassie next, "Cassandra Elizabeth Storm!" "I didn't do anything! This was all Lex" Cassie defended, whispering, too. "I couldn't help it." Lexie admitted as George sat down, "I had to know. And then once I knew, I knew." "Get these back to the Chief's office right now," George instructed as he began to pick up the files on the floor and Cassie read another one. "I tried to stop reading, but I couldn't." Lexie sighed, "I have a photographic memory, which is how I got through Harvard Med. I read all the files. Information is burned into my brain. I read yours." "No," George stopped her, "I don't want to know." "You failed the intern exam by--" "One point?!" Cassie yelled as she read the file. Lexie nodded, "One point." George forcefully pried his file out of Cassie's hands as Cassie scoffed, "One point!"

Cassie leaned against the file cabinet as she passed George the files one by one for him to put back, muttering, "One point." "I don't think this looks right," George spoke as he placed the last file inside. "Cristina is dyslexic," Lexie started, "but she got straight A's all during med school and she has a Ph.D. It's pretty amazing. Eight letters of recommendation in her file." "Does this look right?" George asked, "Is this how it was when you found 'em?" "Maybe it was alphabetized." Cassie shrugged as she looked at the files. "Izzie went to college at night." Lexie continued, "It took her six years to graduate, and she volunteered as a candy striper. Patients wrote her letters of rec." "We gotta get outta here before someone catches us," George said as he closed the file cabinet. He grabbed the files that the Chief gave him along with a chart, accidentally dropping a bowl full of small colourful balls. The three looked at each other as Cassie spoke, "Crap." They all crouched down to pick up the balls as Lexie went on, "And Alex-- he wrote this essay to get in, this moving, beautiful essay about how his grades weren't that good during med school because he was suffering from testicular cancer." "What?" Cassie asked, accidentally banging her head against the Chief's desk, "Ow!" "What?" George questioned as he checked Cassie's head. "He said he lost a ball." Lexie scoffed and the other two gasped, "But I've seen him naked. He has two mangerines, guys, two pouch potatoes! He lied. He's a liar." "Wow." Cassie shook her head. "Stop telling me the information I don't wanna know." George tried to stop her. "One point." Lexie added, "Just one point." Cassie scoffed again, "How can they keep you back for one point?" "Just forget about it." George whisper-shouted. "Photographic memory." Lexie defended, "I can't."