To her knowledge it's pretty under wraps that they're an item but to her highly trained lesbian eye it's clear as day what's going on. They're very professional at work but there have been a few slip ups. Using first names. A hand on the back of a neck instead of a shoulder. But to her what's most obvious were the handful of times that she would see Trinity look at her phone and light up like a Christmas tree. Her eyes would glance around and would land on either Yolanda or Baran. They weren't looking at her but they'd be slipping their phone into their pocket with a barely noticeable smirk.

Parker finds it entertaining as hell. Plus they are of course super easy in the eyes… Who's she kidding, they're all drop dead gorgeous. Every once in a while she wonders what it must be like in their bedroom. Wonders what it'd be like to join them. Not in like a permanent way. That's a little too much for her. Too many dommes there already. She’s not interested in fighting like that. But for a night? Hell fucking yeah.

The microwave dings and Parker gets up to snag her food. As she sits, one, no two of the aforementioned women come into the room. They're smiling at each other like there's no one else around. When their eyes fell on Parker their smiles drop. Trinity clears her throat while Baran takes a side step away from her. She puts on her best fake smile.

“Dr. Ellis. Enjoying your lunch?” Baran asks tightly.

“Of course.” Parker says back, not bothering to hide her smirk. “But I can finish it later.”

“Why?” Trinity asks, sitting at the table placing down two lunch containers.

Parker looks up at Baran who is looking at the containers like a kid that got caught sneaking out. Their eyes meet and the senior resident just smirks more. The R3 looks back at Baran, then at Parker, then to the containers and her eyes go wide.

“It's rare to be able to have a lunch date in a job like this.” Parker says pushing out of her chair still smirking. “Too bad Garcia's still in that surgery though.” She hears both the other women's breath hitch and she just chuckles. She knows there's a few empty rooms she can eat in. She'd honestly like to stay but leaving them in this state is just too fun for her. “Enjoy your lunches ladies.”

She turns back to them and sees she has both their eyes on her. “And hey, if you ever are looking for a little extra fun for one night only thing, Trin has my number.” Parker says lowly, leaving them with a wink and snicker while they stare at her in shock.

Dana catches her eye and she slows. The charge nurse smirks and she smirks right back. Of course she would have noticed too. She heads to an empty room and enjoys her food. As she's walking out her phone buzzes. It's from Garcia.

Garcia: Hey dude. We're all in. So after shift let's meet up and work out when we can make this happen.

Parker's eyebrows shoot up but a chuckle falls from her lips. “Holy shit.” She mumbles.

Parker: Bet. Send me the details later.

"Only one question left." Baran said, from where she was curled on the sofa next to Yolanda. They were both holding flash cards.

"What's the score?" Aftab asked, bouncing on his feet next to Trinity.

"Trinity has 11, you have 12."

Aftab was too sweet of a kid to gloat, but Yolanda gave him a proud nod and his whole face lit up. Trinity scowled at her. Traitor.

"Trinity." Yolanda held up her next question. "52 year old male, 6 days post-hemicolectomy. Presents with sudden onset shortness of breath, pleuritic pain, and mild tachycard-"

"Pulmonary embolism!"

Baran laughed at her yelling, trying to hide it behind her hand. Yolanda merely raised an eyebrow and said, "The question was actually, 'which tests are indicated to confirm the most likely diagnosis?'."

"Well, I know that too! D-dimer and a CTPA."

"You already gave your answer!"

Trinity shoved Aftab's shoulder. He giggled.

"I'll count it." Yolanda declared. For a brief moment Trinity thought that she was finally on her side, then realised that evening the scores, with Aftab's last question left, was just her way of having fun. She loved a competition. Even if it was her girlfriend versus a 9 year old.

"Okay, pesaram." Baran said, sitting up straighter. "It all comes down to this."

Baran also had a flair for the dramatic, it seemed. Although Trinity did want the prize. Aftab stopped bouncing, suddenly all focus. He wanted it too.

"What is the name of the process where a cell divides into two identical cells?"

Was this really what they were teaching 4th graders now? How was he expected to know that? Trinity suddenly felt guilty. Maybe they could share the prize.

"Mitosis!"

Trinity's mouth fell open. Baran whooped, surging from the couch to wrap her arms around him. They jumped up and down together, victorious.

Trinity flopped down into the space Baran had vacated, landing heavily on Yolanda. An arm immediately draped across her shoulder, pulling her into Yolanda's side.

Yolanda grinned down at her, eyes dancing with delight. "Smart kid."

"Too smart. He's going to run the world one day."

Yolanda pressed a kiss to her hair, and they both watched as Aftab and Baran danced with joy. He caught her eye, and she couldn't help but smile at him, "A worthy winner."

The reminder of their competition had him running to the kitchen. They heard a drawer slam before he careened back to them, socks sliding over hardwood floors. He clutched a menu in his hand.

Trinity groaned. "Pizza, really? All this power and that's the takeout you picked?"

"Don't be a sore loser, Trinny."

Baran and Yolanda laughed, and Trinity tried to hide her face in Yolanda's armpit. Which was difficult, because she was shaking with every chuckle.

A small finger poked her cheek. She un-buried herself to see Aftab's face inches from hers. His eyes were a copy of Baran's. Trinity never stood a chance.

"I'll let you pick a topping."

"You're very gracious in victory."

"I know."

Baran looked like she was overflowing, the type of contentment that pushed outwards at the seams. Even Yolanda's expression had slipped from amusement to something far softer. Trinity made a note to tease her about it later.

"Fine. Pineapple."

Aftab's face twisted in disgust. "Nooooo!"

Trinity laughed. Loud and carefree and delighted. She had never felt warmer.

"Okay, okay. Show me what they've got."

Aftab jostled his way onto the couch, leaning between her and Yolanda, who grabbed Baran's wrist to pull her down to join them.