Hello, all TC lovers! This is my very first FF, and I hope that you enjoy it.

See, I am mildly obsessed with Derek and Angie, and am very excited to take a stab at writing about them. I'm more focused on the general story line, because I really am not a writer... so please forgive me for any of them acting out of character, or any plot holes you come across. Be nice :) i tried to get them all to act as they would straight out of the game, and I'm happy with how its turning out so far... leave me any feedback you want, like i said... take it easy on me!

This has been so much fun to write so far... I'm going to stop blabbing. Hope you love it!

If you don't mind, read the bottom note before going on to the next Chapter... it'll be fun, I promise :)

Chapter 1 -

For one to say that the night shift was not the most popular shift at Caduceus, would be a big understatement. Few employees actually requested the night shift, using the peace and quiet to get away from their hectic days chasing after their children, running errands, and other stressful activities. But for the others, the only things that appealed about the shift were a lot of talk time with colleagues and coworkers who were now close friends, and every once in awhile, a nap on their desks in between stacks of paperwork. For Derek Stiles, nap time almost always ended up with his nurse, Angie, waking him up in very mean ways. She would have a lot of chances to do so as well, because this week was the not only the week that Derek was stuck on the night shift, but also the week that the coffee machine in the lounge was broken. Angie had been bringing Derek cups of coffee from home, but without a constant supply through the night, he would easily let his boredom get the better of him. To make matters worse for the young surgeon, his nurse and her friend and fellow nurse Leslie Sears were leaving on a short trip to a convention the next day, leaving Tyler and Derek behind, so Tyler was coming in every night to assist Derek.

"Assist? More like screw around.." Angie thought to herself as she walked down the hallway.

Just finishing up her rounds, she headed back towards her and Derek's office, thinking of all the work that would go unfinished with Derek and Tyler as a team for the remainder of the week. A small giggle escaped her lips, followed quickly by a pout, as she realized that the nurse's convention that she and Leslie were attending would mean no Derek for three days. She stopped for a second in the hallway before their office, reassuring herself that it was only three days – three days until she could come back and see him as much as she wanted. In four years of knowing each other, they had only been away from one another a handful of times… and neither of them had taken it very well. She remembered how many text messages she had sent to Derek while he and a few other surgeons had attended one of Caduceus's seminars in Japan. She laughed out loud to herself remembering Derek telling her the story about how he had to pull on Tyler's hair in order to get his phone back from his friend's grasps… but not before Tyler read every single message from lovesick Angie back home; ripping on Derek every chance he got for the rest of the trip. A faint blush swept over her face as she snapped out of her hallway daydream, hearing a soft thump from Derek's office.

"He may actually be doing something productive!" she said quietly to herself, laughing afterward at how absurd that comment sounded out loud.

Holding onto the doorframe, she spun into the room where her doctor was (hopefully) doing his paperwork.

"Hiiiiiiii, Der---" she stopped short, realizing that the thump she had heard was not paperwork getting done… but rather, Derek knocking over his empty coffee mug in his sleep.

A huge grin came over Angie's face as she removed the cap from her Sharpie and quietly snuck over to Derek's desk, setting their patients' charts down on the corner of it. "I hope you're going to like looking like a cute little kitty cat!" she whispered, trying not to laugh and wake him. Just as the pen was about to touch his face, she recoiled.

She had a quick mental image of Derek in the bathroom, growling at her while trying to scrub off the permanent marker before he had to go talk to their patients. Although the hilariousness of the image had pushed her towards doing it anyway, she decided that she wanted to spend time with him tonight… not get him angry at her.

"I couldn't do that to him... not when I'm about to leave"

A small smile made its way onto her face as she watched him sleep. His messy brown hair fell all around his face, constantly being propelled outward at every breath he let go. She decided that while she didn't really want to, she was going to wake him up. After all, she was leaving tomorrow, and felt it was her right to do so.

She brushed his hair behind his left ear, got on her knees next to his chair, and softly whispered his name while gently stroking his face. He slowly opened his brown eyes to the sight of his beautiful nurse smiling at him, her hand still softly settled on his cheek. Her bright green eyes widened happily as she watched him awaken from his nap, and then turned concerned as she watched him shoot into an upright position.

He paused for a minute, looking around, and then bowed his head slightly as he asked, "There are cat whiskers on my face, aren't there, Angie?"

She laughed. "Almost, but not tonight, Derek"

He checked his pants before trying to slowly stand up, in remembrance of the time she had stapled his pants to his chair. "Did you staple me again, then?"

"No, Derek." She sighed softly, standing up to help him to his feet. "That only happened because I was mad at you, remember?"

"Yeah.. heh. I really deserved that one" he admitted, rubbing the back of his head and smiling.

"Come over here" she said, taking his hand. "We don't have to do rounds for another hour, and since you've been so good, I can help you finish up your paperwork another time"

He followed her confused at first, but then grinned when he saw her leading him to the couch. She shoved him down onto his back, and then laid on her side next to him, hugging around his stomach. He smiled and rested his head on hers, closing his eyes.

"I'm sorry I've been so tired lately, Ang" he said quietly. "I haven't been getting much sleep..."

Concerned, she propped herself up onto her elbow, cocking her head upward to look at him. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just have had stuff on my mind… that's all. Nothing to worry about; forget I even mentioned it" He smiled faintly, pulling her back down into cuddling position.

"Seriously, please tell me?"

"Angie, really.. I'm perfectly fine. Just sleepy, that's all. Forget I ever mentioned it"

"Derek" she retorted with a stern tone, sitting up once again. "You're not going to get away with this. I mean, seriously… After this long together, you know I'm not giving up until you tell me… because I know you're lying. You must think I'm an idiot! You don't know me at all, do you?! I bet you can't even tell me how long we've been together!" He was taken aback from this sudden, very random outburst, trying to take in every word she said… which, well… was a lot of words in a very short time.

She sat up, turning her back to him in a huff.

"Its going to be three years on the 21st" he said, sliding into an upright position. "I can't believe you would think I would ever forget something so important." he said, smiling. "You should also know me well enough to know that I tell you everything"

She turned around, glaring angrily at him. He was exactly right, and she hated to admit it. They had been together for almost three years, but she still was angry at him: she didn't trust him, and it showed in her angry stare. It was when she looked at him like that, that he froze and began to trip all over his words… especially now, because she was exactly right: this was the first time he had ever lied to her. But he couldn't tell her what was really keeping him up. Anything else, but not this secret. So he forced a smile, and took her hand.

"When have I ever lied to you?" he said, mentally wanting to kick his own ass for lying straight to the woman he loved. "Ang. I.. I promise."

Angie looked down for a moment, thinking to herself. He was right. He had never misled her… he cared about her feelings, and would never intentionally hurt her. So why did this time feel different? As she thought, she could feel him softly staring at her, waiting for a reply. Pausing for another second, she picked up her head to look him in the face, his expression soft yet serious.

"Come on, Dr. Stiles. We can't waste our nap time" she said, a grin creeping across her face. He smiled as well, pulling her back down into a cuddle.

That night, Derek Stiles napped with the world in his arms.

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WHACK!!!

"What in the HELL?… OUCH!!"

Derek awoke groggily, furiously rubbing at the side of his head. He quickly noticed Tyler standing a few feet away, giant book in hand, hunched over with one of his hands bracing himself on Derek's desk. Howling with laughter, he tried poking more fun at Derek in between breaths, but did so unsuccessfully. "Oh man… you sho--.. HAHAHA! You should've--- HAAA!!! YOUR FACE!!!!! HAHAHAHA"

In the hallway, a familiar R&D doctor passed the two, shaking his head. "Idiots.." he grumbled before moving on.

"Why in the hell would you do that dude? You know I'm going to kick the crap out of you when I can see straight" Derek said, laying back down. "Ugggh….And, where did Angie go? Is she doing rounds?"

"Dude, are you kidding? I didn't hit you that hard.. you must just be retarded!"

Derek stared at him blankly.

"…Remember, Angie and Leslie? The conference? Where have you been, man, seriously?"

"Oh, that's right…" Derek replied, slightly dejected. He had missed Angie so much since she left for the stupid conference three days ago. Every time he woke up, he kept thinking that she was with him, only to realize that his night shift companion was indeed blonde, but not of the right gender.

He watched as Tyler sat down at his desk, propping his feet up on it. "If you ask me," Tyler started, grinning, "they're probably just going to this "conference" so they can get away from the two of us. They're probably shopping or something else that girls do when their boyfriends aren't around. Besides, they complain that all we ever do is act like 5 year olds, anyway"

Derek laughed out loud. He thought back to last week when he had pranked Tyler over the headset in the guise of Angie, yelling "Helpppp, Dr. Chase! Its Derek, he's really hurt! Come to our office! HURRY!". The blond surgeon had come flying down the stairs, around the corner and yanked on the handle to his office, opening it to see Derek laughing like a little kid in his office chair, with a very annoyed Angie muttering "You two need to grow up.." from her own desk

"Very funny Stiles…" he had said, turning around to leave, but he quickly noticed that his hand was stuck to the door handle. His confusion came to an abrupt end when a camera flash blinded him, followed by a loud thud as Derek dropped to the floor, laughing hysterically.

Derek chuckled again, returning from his flashback. "Yeah, we are pretty immature… but you deserved it"

Tyler growled, "I deserved it?! I still have super glue on my hand, dude! Not funny!"

Leaning back on the couch, Derek smiled before his face hardened; his gaze dropping to the ground.

"Dude, I didn't mean to make you upset.. is everything okay?" Tyler asked, coming to sit next to him.

Derek was silent, but decided to get it off his chest.

"I feel awful, Tyler.." he started. "I lied to Angie really bad the other day, for the first time in our relationship. She's worried about me, and, I lied to her so that she wouldn't keep bugging me about it. If she wanted to know anything else, really… I.. I would tell her, but not this… I mean, I can't tell her… not this time… I really can't."

Tyler watched as Derek started to mildly panic, confused at what the big deal was.

"Can't tell her what, man? You really gotta catch me up here"

Derek grimaced.

"Okay. I'll tell you. But seriously, all pranks and everything aside, you cannot tell Leslie. You cannot tell Cybil. You cannot tell anyone who knows either Angie or I, because this can't get back to her. She can't know."

"Dude, you're kind of starting to worry me" Tyler said, his face lined with concern. It was a big change from his happy-go-lucky smile, but it made Derek know that he could trust him.

"Its, a pretty big deal, Tyler. She just, can't know. Promise me."

"I promise"

Derek rose to his feet, pacing slowly over to his desk. Sitting down in his chair, he briefly scratched the back of his head, letting out a deep breath. He reached down and opened the bottom drawer, moving papers, office supplies, and other entities out of the way until he unveiled an unmarked cardboard box at the back. He carried it over to the couch, sat down, and started to open it slowly. A few layers of bubblewrap and tissue paper later, he pulled out his big secret.

"No way man. No way. What is– No way…"

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OKAY! Here comes the fun! My first chapter completed! Woohoo for me!

Chapter one and chapter two are both up, but I split them for a reason -- they used to be one whole long thing...

I'm curious to see what you all think.

Post me a comment before going on -- what do you think Derek is hiding?