This one's lighthearted, so that's good. There's a surprise narrator though, that won't be revealed until the end... think that'll get you hooked? Or you could just pretend that it does! And if you know who it is, which is plausible, keep it to yourself! ; )

And review while you're at it!!!

~Natalie~

"Batter Up"

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Sometimes life throws us curveballs. Sometimes we hit them, sometimes we miss them. But, that really has nothing to do with my story, it just sounded like a classic opening line.

If I were a baseball fan, which I'm not, but if I were, I might liken myself to the pitcher, and my subjects to the batter.

The way I figure it, the batter needs the pitcher, right? Or what else is he gonna swing at? But, the way I figure it too, the pitcher needs the batter even more so than he needs the catcher. I mean really, think about it: Without the batter, what the hell does the pitcher do? Absolutely nothing. And really, without the batter, there is no game. Just for the record, everything I know about baseball I learned from watching "A League of Their Own", and by attending a few Cubs' games.

So, in this story, I'm the pitcher, got it?

Okay, now let me just say right off the bat (no pun intended), I suck at love. And no, that's not a dirty metaphor. I'm just bad at it. I fall in love with all the wrong men at all the right times or with all the right men at all the wrong times. But hey, I've come to terms with that, and I still have my fun, and I still believe that someday I'll find that special someone and yada yada yada... But, while I might be bad at love myself, I can spot it in others from miles away. Let's just call it a gift.

For as long as I can remember, I've had an impeccable knack for calling romance, causing me to win many an office pool. Actually, it's a damn miracle I'm not a millionaire by now.

But, this union, the one that I take full responsibility and credit for, had nothing to do with money, although I certainly allowed someone at the hospital to go home with a nice chunk of change.

Nope, this one was out of the goodness of my heart. Yeah, I know, that's not really me, but there's a first time for everything.

You know how there's those people that you just KNOW are meant for one another? These two were like that. They were just made for one another, and there's absolutely no two ways about it. Perfect isn't a word that I use quite often, but I feel completely safe using it while describing these two: They are perfect. Well, not individually, but together, they're perfect.

I've heard it said that two people in love equal one perfect person, and I guess I'm agreeing with that in this case while I do realize that it's not always necessarily true. But, I know for a fact that these two flawed individuals made one perfect person.

Everybody had known it for years, and those who say they didn't are in complete denial. These two had it bad.

But now, let me get on with my story. Apparently Cupid was on medical leave, because he certainly wasn't doing these two any favors. So, being the impatient person I am, and given the fact that I found it nearly impossible to ignore the chemistry between these two, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

It was September, I believe. And it was getting mighty chilly around these here parts... not that it matters, I'm just trying to set the scene here.

Now, this might sound like one of those cheesy TV movies with Roma Downey, but this was the sneakiest plan I could possibly devise, which speaks volumes about my abilities. Now, you may think it's weak, but whatever... no skin off of my nose, or back... Or whatever that saying is. Remember... it doesn't matter how you get there, so long as you reach your destination.

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Elizabeth Corday walked into her office with a heavy sigh. This day had been absolute hell. No matter though, her shift was over, and soon she would be enjoying a nice, long, hot bath. She walked over to her desk and sat down, deciding to rest before she headed home.

She looked at her nails and began to peel the top layer back, it was a bad habit she had, and she knew it, but she didn't care, it was fun. But, she had barely begun when she noticed an envelope sitting on her desk, it had "Dr. Corday" printed on it.

Curiosity engulfed her mind and she picked it up and turned it over, carefully opening the envelope.

She took the folded paper out and opened it up. It read in typed words:

"Dr. Corday,
There is some important information you must attend to as Assistant Chief of surgery, so I'm going to ask that you meet Dr. Lawrence O'Grady at Vincenzo's Olive Tree tonight at 8:30 pm. Just go to the restaurant and ask for Dr. O'Grady. Sorry it's such short notice.

Kerry Weaver"

'Damn Weaver' Elizabeth thought. It was 7:30 already. Damnit, if only she'd not gone to her office If she'd have just gone straight home she wouldn't have had to do this, at least not tonight.

She sighed and threw the letter down with frustration. This kind of crap always happened to her.

She decided to go home first to change and freshen up a little bit, but make no mistake: Elizabeth Corday was thoroughly pissed off.

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"How the HELL did we lost that patient?" Robert Romano screamed as he pushed through the open doors "Damnit!" he spat as he ripped off his trauma gown and slammed it into the bin "People come in here for routine procedures and we end up killing them!" he finished as he pushed his office door open.

This had been a horrendous day. A guy was scheduled for a routine procedure, and now he was dead. This was absolutely the exact opposite of what Robert Romano needed.

He ran his left hand over his head and let out a frustrated sigh as he plopped down in his chair. He just wanted to go home, read a book, drink a little alcohol, and go to sleep.

He got up from his chair, ready to go home, when an envelope on his desk caught his eye. It was dressed to "Dr. Romano" he lifted the envelope and proceeded to read its contents:

"Dr. Romano,
There is some important information you must attend to as Chief of surgery, so I'm going to ask that you meet Dr. Lawrence O'Grady at Vincenzo's Olive Tree tonight at 8:30 pm. Just go to the restaurant and ask for Dr. O'Grady. Sorry it's such short notice.

Kerry Weaver"

He cursed out loud. Damn that Weaver. She always was on some kind of power trip or another. He hated the fact that she was ER chief, and he hated dealing with any of the ER crap, but he figured it had to be done, so he begrudgingly left the hospital and went home to change.

This was the perfect[ly] [horrible] ending to a perfect[ly] [horrible] day.

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I think we all know what's happening here, and if you don't, just keep reading, it'll make itself clear.

There is no Dr. Lawrence O'Grady.

Yes, I have used the ultimate falsehood to help love along its long overdue course. So sue me... being the other people's relationship Guru that I am, I devised this classic, but nevertheless brilliant plan to help cupid off of his ass.

But how do the pieces fall into place? And does the batter hit the curveball? (Whatever that means...)

I guess we'll just have to find out next time, huh folks?

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To Be Continued

I know, I know, I know... I have a lot of stories in progress... but I really just needed something not too serious... so please review... it makes me smile and inspires me to no end....

And, a review is surely to help me finish all of my stories in the timeliest manner possible!

Thanks!

~Natalie~