A/N So this is my first fic ever! Congratulations you're reading history. So this has been bouncing around in my head for a while and I decided to write it down. In short summary Meredith was shot instead of Derek and now everyone is dealing with the aftermath. I would love constructive criticism or if you don't think I'm doing a certain character justice let me know and maybe I can fix it. All in all I really just want you to enjoy but reviews would be really without further ado...

Meredith couldn't help but smile to herself as she left the residents lounge. She wanted to jump for joy and shout to the whole world "I'M PREGNANT" but she figured it best if the father of the child to be and her best friend found out from her first. With the test tucked safely away in her locker she headed to meet Cristina in the tunnels. As she walked towards the stairs she passed a man and smiled slightly. He looked familiar, probably just the husband or father of a patient. He was about 6 feet tall and had thinning gray hair and a mustache. He was wearing a brown jacket and jeans. Deep in his eyes he looked hurt and angry. The man returned the simple gesture and Meredith didn't give it a second thought. Little did she know he's a murderer, to be more specific, her murderer.

Meredith met Cristina in the tunnels. She was already sitting on an old gurney next to a stack of charts.. "What's so important that you had to pull me away from the exciting world of post-op cardio patients?" Cristina asked dryly jerking her head towards the charts.

"I'm pregnant!" Meredith blurted excitedly. Cristina jumped up off the gurney in astonishment.

"NO WAY!" Cristina said shocked.

"Way."

"Were you trying to…?" Meredith just shook her in equal astonishment. "Congratulations!" Cristina exclaimed."Did you tell Derek?"

"Not yet, I guess I just wanted to test it out on you first." Meredith explained still grinning. As if on cue her pager went off. Checking it she saw it was from Derek. "It's Derek, I gotta go." She said.

"Hey I hope it has his hair!" Cristina called back as she headed in the opposite direction.

"Me too!" Meredith said smiling at the thought.

Derek hated paperwork. More than anything, it was a simple statement of fact. He was having a bad day, and it was only 9 A.M. So he paged Meredith, because if he kept going the way he was, he would be absolutely bat shit crazy by lunch. She knocked and opened the door. "Hey, you paged?" She asked all smiley and bubbly, and suddenly his day was a little bit better.

"Well I like to say hello to my wife every 48 hours. You could make that easier by coming home every night." He said standing up to kiss her. Meredith sighed inwardly. He was in a mood. A, I haven't cut anyone open in a while and it's killing me, mood. She couldn't tell him if he was upset. This will be his first born child, it has to be special.

"I told you I've been trolling for cases. Last night a guy crashed his motorcycle and had rebar jammed in the base of his skull. Shadow Sheppard let me do the extraction." She explained, her eyes sparkling and a huge grin spread across her face at the thought of it. For a second Derek was proud of his wife. But that feeling was quickly replaced by guilt and a twinge of jealousy. Wishing it had been him in that OR watching her, guiding her through the extraction, instead of doing paperwork while Dr. Nelson performed the surgery.

"All while I'm stuck doing paperwork." He muttered more to himself. Meredith's smile faded into a look of sympathy.

"Well then you should come home early tonight. We can order in and I have some stuff to tell you." Meredith suggested a sly smile coming across her face.

"Okay, I'll be there," Derek said his attention returning to the mountain of paperwork in front of him. He sighed as Meredith turned to leave stopping with her hand on the door handle.

"Derek there will be a lot of dirty sex for you tonight. Look forward to that." She said grinning. And with that she left leaving him to ponder the wonderful possibilities.

Meanwhile in a supply closet near the ER, Alex Karev lay in a pool of his own blood staring at the lifeless eyes of former colleague Reed Adamson. If it weren't such a dire situation he'd be laughing at the fact that yet another person he was interested in was dead. But there was a bullet in his chest and a man standing over him waving a gun around and yelling. "Now, are you going to tell me where the HELL I can find Meredith Grey?!" Yelled Gary Clark, the guy Meredith had passed merely 45 minutes ago.

"B-burn…un-it?" Coughed out Alex. "She's…on plastics-check…surgical..wing." And with that Gary Clark set off to the elevator to find the wife of the man who killed his wife.