Ballgame!

Ivy stands I'm the dugout as Arizona scrambles for the ball, "Wait. I-oh! Well, it flew at my head."

Ivy walks up, bat in her head and takes her position. There just waiting on Mark, who is making out with his girlfriend, "Sloan! Ivys up to bat," Derek warns him.

Mark quickly separates from Julia when he hears that. No one apart from Derek and Mark know that Ivy played softball in high school or that she was the best hitter, hitting at least one home run every game.

"Hey Hunt, when are you going to let me pitch? I'm a really good pitcher," Teddy asks.

"Uh, we're fine. Shepherd throws an unbeatable screwball, all right? Now, Little Shep, let's go!" He replies.

Ivy relaxes into her batting stance, it becoming like second nature to her as Derek pitches, as soon as the ball nears her, she swings. The ball goes soaring over the field, eventually over the fence. She starts running as everyone looks at her, jaws wide open.

Once she gets home, she turns to Hunt, "Did I forget to mention I played in high school?"

"Yeah, you did. Save that for the game," he tells her, fistbumping her.

"Haven't lost it in your old age, huh?" Derek teases her.

"Like your pitching skills, old man?" Ivy teases back, laughing.

Owen looks over to his wife and her person, "Yang, Grey, you-you could at least stand up."

Ivy heads over to Jackson, Lexie, Callie, Teddy and Arizona over by the fence, "You have to show me how you did that."

"Don't worry, Lexie, I'm sure Hunt is going to have me teach everyone," she says, before Derek calls for Lexie.

"Lexie, we got a consult."

"Okay," after that, everyone starts leaving.

Ivy heads over to Hunt, "Don't worry. I have drills they can do without realizing it."

The chief from Seattle Pres offers his hand for her to shake, "Chief McDougall. And you are?"

Owen introduces her, throwing in all her titles, "Dr. Ivy Shepherd, chief resident and about to be double board certified trauma and ortho surgeon."

"A little thing like you? Suprising," he comments.

"Don't worry, I'm used to being doubted. But no one makes that mistake twice. Have a good practice, although, your short stop seems to have butter fingers, your pitchers screwball is looking a little flat and the outfielders look a little on the slow side. There easily fixable but I know how to best all scenarios. See you tomorrow," Ivy smiles, throwing in a little wave.

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Ivy walks with Owen towards a trauma room, "You know. I'm impressed. Being chief resident hasn't set you back even a little, in fact. I think you're a better surgeon than you were before."

"Thanks, chief. Now, what do we got?" Ivy asks, gloving up as they enter the trauma room.

"Carl Shatler, sanitation worker, mid 30s. Fell off the back of a garbage truck, then hit by a car backing out of a driveway," the paramedic tells then.

Callie reads off the chart, "Okay, vitals are stable but he has multiple contusions, scalp lac, and obvious hand injuries."

Owen goes forward as Ivy heads to Callie, "Okay, Carl? Carl, I'm Dr. Hunt. Do you know where you are? Can you hear me? G.C.S. 10, and pupils are equal and reactive. I'm gonna need the portable x-ray and ultrasound."

Ivy takes a look at hand with Callie as April looks for the machines that Owen needs, "This hands hamburger. He's gonna lose some of this."

"Oh, God no. No!"

"Calm down. Calm down. Kepner, where is that ultrasound? Give us some room here, Torres," Owen calls out.

Ivy moves to the other side of the patient as Callie looks at the hand, "Okay, I just need to stabilize the hand, and then I will-"

Owen ignores that, "I said, give us some room. The hand is not the priority right now."

Callie starts taking off her gloves, "Fine. Page me when you need me."

"Got it," Ivy nods.

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Ivy finds Lexie and Jackson standing by a nurses station, "So you did theater, speech and debate, and softball in high school?"

"Yeah, I was a talented kid. Plus, the more activities I was a part of, the more my siblings showed up," Ivy nodded.

"Is there any reason why Derek would turn away a teenage girl with a H-H tumor?" Lexie asks Ivy.

"Derek turned away a tumor? Were the odds not good?" Ivy feels her brow scrunch up.

She didn't notice, but Jackson softly smiled at her. Lexie, however, did.

Lexie says, "Theres a chance the tumor could grow back if we did the standard procedure. He had another idea that the mother refused-"

Ivy interrupts, "There it is. The regrowing. Derek and Meredith's minds are both on this thing with Zola. Derek doesn't want to leave anything to chance anywhere, especially in his O.R. If he sees a way to remove a full tumor, he won't do the standard procedure."

Lexie nods in understanding as Ivy closes her chart, "All right, I have to go schedule some skills labs and E.R. shifts."

She walks away, and as she does, Jackson stares at her ass. Lexie looks over at him and notices the stare. She quickly drops her chart on the desk, startling him. Lexie rolls her eyes before walking away. Leaving a confused Jackson.

"What is going on with me today?"

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Ivy finds Callie in the hallway and quickly catches up to her, "C.Ts negative for internal bleeding, and Hunt says that Mr. Shatler is all yours.  Please don't take your anger out on me. I'm adorable and your co-ortho goddess. You can't be mad at me."

"I'm not. Don't worry, and you are scrubbing in with me. Go schedule an O.R.," Callie laughs.

"Yes! You see, this is why your my favorite mentor and good luck with bringing him the news," Ivy dances.

Callie groans, "Don't remind me and sucking up? Nice touch."

Ivy laughs, "Its reflex by now. Suck up to Derek, get free ice cream on the way home."

"When you were younger or now?"

"Both. Pros of being his favorite sister."

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"Hey, Little Shep, come here!" She hears Owen call for her.

She walks into the little office space where he is talking with Henry, "Okay, we need to work on the nickname thing. I get that theres-"