New Story! I had this in my head for awhile, so I decided to write it down! :) The Story takes place around episode 12 of season 5.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Hmph. I don't own Grey's Anatomy or anything. If I did, season 7's finale wouldn't be so "ugh" worthy. :[

Chapter One

"Derek's been really upset about Dunn; he and Christina have been treating him like an animal. I mean, I know he killed five women, but still! And then Derek let her scrub in just because I didn't want to sign the damn chart! I mean, wouldn't you want to not die chained up to a table?" Meredith complained to Izzie.

Izzie, who just stared at her incredulously, chose to ignore Meredith's dark and twisty inner-turmoil.

"Umm, why don't you and Christina just talk?"

"Are you kidding me Izzie? I already tried!" Meredith looked down at her beeping pager, "Sadie's paging me to his room, so I'll talk to you later."

Izzie watched as Meredith walked distractedly down the hall, and sighed.

"They should really just talk." She mumbled.

"I barely know them, and even I can tell that's not going to happen anytime soon." Denny said beside her.

"Shut up." She mumbled as she walked in the opposite direction.

"What's up?" Meredith asked as she walked up to her old friend.

"Oh the patient requested you, said he needs to talk to you." Sadie replied as she walked away from the nurse's station with a chart.

Meredith furrowed her brow as she walked into the room, something wasn't right. For one, Mr. Dunn looked really happy, even though he had just gotten part of his scull removed.

"Oh Dr. Grey, it's so nice to see your beautiful face, now can you tell me if the boy still needs organs, because my top quality parts won't be on sale for long."

"Oh Mr. Dunn, he's going to be fine. They found him organs. So is that all you wanted to know?" Meredith asked.

"Oh no Dr. Grey, one more question…are you happy?" He gave her a mildly curious look.

"Uhm, well of course Mr. Dunn. I have a good job, a family, and a home…" This was starting to make Meredith slightly uncomfortable. She glanced around the room, and suddenly noticed the guards weren't by the door anymore, and the blinds were closed completely.

"Where are the guards Mr. Dunn?" Meredith abruptly asked, this was getting weirder and weirder by the second.

"Oh one left to sort out my transport back to the prison, and the other left to take a smoking break."

"Wh-what?" Meredith stammered, "A-aren't they supposed to be here 24/7?" Meredith was starting to get scared.

"Not unless you pay them off."

There was an odd gleam in his eye. The same one he'd had after he'd finished telling Christina and herself about what made him go on death row.

"I-I think I'm going to leave n-now…"

She stood up to leave, but was quickly stopped by Dunn's surprisingly tight grip on her arm.

He wasn't cuffed anymore.

"Oh no you don't Doctor Grey. Now why don't you tell me your first name?" He smiled at her. Then she felt him snap a cuff on her hand, and felt herself dragged forwards and handcuffed to the rail on his bed.

She could feel her heart beat quicken, and her breath started to come in short shallow gasps.

"If I tell you then will you not kill me?" She pleaded in a small voice.

"Nope. So I think we should be on a first name basis." He replied calmly, as he slowly reached behind his pillow and pulled out a scalpel.

"It's Mer-Meredith." She was starting to panic as he lazily began to trace her wrist with the knife.

"That's a pretty name. I like it. I bet Dr. Shepard does too." He smirked as he taunted her.

Meredith hadn't really been thinking about anything but the knife until then. Suddenly she knew she had to escape, she had to get away, and she needed to see his face, Derek's face, before… before…

'Before I die.' She thought and silently started to cry.

Dunn stared at her for awhile. Then, out of nowhere, he slashed her across her stomach, cutting right through scrubs.

She screamed as she felt the sharp white hot pain course through her. Then she doubled over as he stabbed her over and over, until she collapsed on the floor.

As everything started fading into black, she thought she heard the door open and someone shouting.

'Maybe I'll see Doc again.' was her last muddled thought, before she lost consciousness.

Ohhhh. Cliffhanger. So I might take a little bit longer to get the next chapter out of this story, or Cut It Away. It just depends on which muse strikes first! ;)

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