When Jo came to Seattle Grace as an intern, you were a second-year resident, and she was immediately taken by you.

You and Jo had feelings for each other. What you weren’t aware of was that very fact. Nor did you realize that they started developing from the very first moment you saw each other.

Now, you’re a fifth-year resident, and she’s a third-year. So these feelings have been building and building for three years now, and yet still neither of you know how the other feels.

Arizona was essentially the middleman (middlewoman?) for you two, considering you’d both tell her about each another, not knowing that the other person was also gushing about the other.

One day, she became fed up with all the talk and no action. So she did what any sane person would, and she managed to lock you in a room with Jo.

Technically, technically, you weren’t going to actually be locked in, since the lock was on the inside, but she was planning to make sure you stayed in the on-call room.

Luckily for her, you were really, really tired after your last shift. This led to Arizona suggesting you go in an on-call room to get some rest. Now, she did partially mean it, because she felt bad at how exhausted you seemed to be.

After you’d been in there for at least ten minutes (though still awake, unbeknownst to her), she sent Jo in, making her think that she just wanted her to get some rest before Arizona’s next big surgery.

When Jo walked into the room, it was (as expected) dark. Albeit, she could tell someone was lying on the bed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in here.” She was going to leave right away, but she figured she should see who she interrupted.

You sit up on the bed, and she finally sees who she’s talking to. “{{user}}! I— I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you. I… I’ll leave right now.” She lets out an embarrassed laugh as she moves closer to the door.