CHAPTER 1

Derek Shepherd was a man of honor, or so he believed as he made his way towards his new office, one that he inherited when he became chief a few months ago. He hadn't become chief the way he'd wanted to, but since Richard Webber, the former chief, had started drinking again the board had decided that a change was necessary, so they hired Derek as the chief. Derek remembered how his colleagues took the news; many of them were very angry and didn't bother to hide it, especially his wife who was the one who told him that Richard was drinking. He couldn't blame Meredith, after all Richard was like the father she never had and stood by her against her mother. As he made his way into the office he heard footsteps coming towards him and saw that it was April Kepner, who was covered in blood from head to toe, saw that she was shaking. Derek made his way towards her, concerned about what had happened to her.

Derek gripped her arms "Are you alright?" he asked as she continued to shake.

"I, uh..." April began to clam up.

"What is it? What's wrong? Did something happen?" He asked. beginning to panic as he thought of Meredith possibly lying there in blood.

"It's Reid. she's been shot and she's dead and I..." April trembled as she remembered seeing her friend lying in blood staring at her blankly.

Derek's blood had become cold when he heard that ."So we have a shooter in the hospital then," he said and April nodded.

"Okay, so here is what we are going to do." He began the proper protocols by phoning in the authorities and looking at the guidelines to find out what to do in a situation like this, and there was only thing that he could do.

So he told April to stay put and went to make sure there wasn't anyone else in the premises and on the way he spotted his wife and her best friend Cristina Yang walking in the walkway, heading towards his office. He quickly made his way towards them.

"What are you guys doing here?" Derek demanded.

"What do you mean 'what are we doing here,' we work here remember?" Cristina asked sarcastically.

"You can save your act for later we have a shooter and the place is on lockdown." Derek firmly said.

Both Meredith and Cristina gasped. "Are you serious?" Meredith asked, her green eyes showing concern.

"Yes, which is why you are going to stay here." He said pulling them both inside the supply room and saying, "Stay here 'til it's clear." Derek slammed the door and walked away hoping to find no more casualties along the way, and was satisfied that there weren't. He was going to go back to his office when he felt a gun pressing behind his head and he turned towards it finding a very familiar man stand right behind him.

"You don't remember me do you?" the man asked and it suddenly became clear to whom the voice belonged.

Derek gulped. "Mr. Clark, yes, I do remember you."

Gary Clark gave a evil little chuckle. "I'm sure you do and I most definitely know that you're the one who killed my Alison."

"Mr. Clark she had a DNR..." Derek began but Gary Clark waved that aside.

"She had a chance and you took that away from her so now you're going to pay for that." Gary Clark said and pointed the gun towards his chest. Derek closed his eyes and braced himself for the inevitable and just as Derek was mentally saying goodbye to Meredith he thought he could her scream in the background.

"Don't shoot him!" Meredith cried as she raced towards her husband.

"Meredith what are you doing here?" Derek demanded, furious that she wouldn't listen to stay away.

Meredith glared at him "Trying to save your life." And she turned towards the shooter who looked suddenly annoyed by this whole scenario.

"Who are you?" Gary Clark demanded

"Who I am isn't as important as why you want to shoot my husband?" Meredith asked coldly.

"Your wife, now this gets even better," Gary Clark chuckled and Derek started to feel chills down his spine.

"We can talk about this," Derek said, pleading since he had a hunch on what the man wanted to do.

Gary Clark shook his head "No more talking. Now you're going to know what it feels like to lose a loved one." He said and slowly turned the gun towards Meredith who was showing no fear at this point.

Much to Derek's complete horror, he watched Mr. Clark pull the trigger and he heard the gun going off, causing Meredith to drop to the floor covered in blood. He became very angry and launched himself at the man who shot his wife and started to beat the crap out of him until someone came and removed him from Gary Clark, who unfortunately was still alive. Derek looked up and saw that it was the SWAT team. He got up and ran to his wife who was just lying there.

"Meredith are you all right?" Derek asked, stroking his wife's hair while trying to contain the blood that was coming out of her chest.

"I, uh... have to...tell you something," Meredith said, unsuccessfully attempting to speak.

"Shh... no worries we'll talk about that later," Derek murmured staring lovingly into her eyes.

"No, but I..."She said and much to Derek's horror saw her eyes roll back into the back of her head.

"Meredith, stay with me! YOU DO NOT GET TO DIE ON ME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" Derek panicked and yelled at anyone who was standing by. "GET ME THE PARAMEDICS NOW!" He screamed and looked at his wife who was deathly pale and was losing more blood by the minute "Meredith just stay with me and I'll do anything you ask, anything," he murmured, hoping that this wouldn't be the last time he talked to her.

This is a rewritten version of Chapter 1 of this story and i'm working on chapter 2 with a beta reader with a rewritten version coming soon so i hope you enjoyed it or 're enjoyed it and please continue to read this story.I just want to say thanks to Nettie Moore who worked hard on the editing so i thank you very much for your help.