Some of you may be reading my other two story's that I started posting on this site. This one however is the first fanfic I ever wrote, I posted it on another site and it is complete so you should not have to wait long in between updates. I am currently rewriting/editing it as I cringed when I read back through lol.

There are adult themes including rape and murder that run through the story, so not for the faint hearted you have been warned. You may hate my Derek at first but please bear with me, he will redeem himself.

I don't own Greys anatomy or any of the characters they are the master work of Shonda Rhimes, I just play around with their lives lol.

Chapter one

Present day

Meredith sat at her desk yawning away as she updated her last patients' records, she was not sure what had come over her lately but she always seemed to feel exhausted. She couldn't help but try to think of one thing in Dartmouth which was not exhausting her at the moment; maybe she needed a change of scenery, maybe it was time to sell up and plant new roots elsewhere, make a new start for herself.

She was taken out of her thoughts when her practice manager Miranda Bailey came into her office with the patient records for the afternoon surgery.

"Well don't you look like a ball of energy, late night, Dr Grey?"

"Good afternoon to you too, Miranda."

"Is it? I'm sure you won't be feeling that way in a minute?" Miranda replied as she handed the charts to Meredith and began to hover in the doorway.

"Spit it out Miranda, what's going on?"

"Um… Hate to ruin your afternoon but the overly moussed chief is on line 2"

"Seriously," groaned Meredith as she brought her head down onto her desk, this was all she needed. There were only two reasons for him to be calling her she thought and neither of them were particularly pleasant. One reason was that her role in the town extended to her being the coroner and the other was that she was the ex wife of the chief of police.

Meredith picked up the call giving him the benefit of the doubt stating,

"You had better be calling me because somebody is dead."

SIX YEARS EARLIER

Derek Shepherd looked over at his new car, taking in the sight like a new father would take in the sight of his new baby. His mum would have a fit if she were to find out how much he spent on it. The car had been a splurge to congratulate himself on getting the new job in Dartmouth, even though he knew he would be given his own station car to drive.

He had just arrived at the local university football game, which he had been invited to by the Mayor, to meet and greet the key players in his new Town. The Town in which he had been appointed to the position of Chief of Police.

Derek Shepherd "Chief of Police", this had been his lifelong dream come true, everything he had ever worked for and even more, he thought to himself, as he remembered some of his earlier memories spent playing cops and robbers in the back yard with his best friend Mark at the age of four.

Derek was taken out of his thoughts by the approach of the local Mayor. "There you are Derek, I thought you had bailed on us already," he chuckled.

"No chance," replied Derek.

"Let's get the show on the road, there are lots of people dying to meet you, and that beauty of a car that you have got yourself has the men lining up, as well as the Women, who I just bet would love a ride," he said as he elbowed Derek laughing.

Derek chuckled back thinking to himself that this evening might not be so bad after all.

"I want you to meet Richard Webber," the mayor said, indicating a tall man with graying hair making his way down the stadium bleachers. "He is the Chief of Surgery at the local hospital."

"That's nice, given the nature of the job knowing the Chief of Surgery may be useful," Derek said, resisting the urge to look at his watch. He had forgotten what it was like to be at a university football game, and when Larry Jennings, the mayor of Dartmouth had asked Derek to come to do a meet and greet, Derek had accepted the invitation without really thinking it through. Most of his football games had been spent on the field running passes, not standing in the bleachers smiling and waiting to shake hands with aging gentlemen.

"And there's Alex Karev, he and his wife, the lovely Isobel the blond just over there," Larry said pointing in the direction of a deliriously happy blond who looked as if she was on an extreme sugar high. "Own the local Diner, Izzie runs the place and Alex is a surgeon on Richard's staff, and trust me you have not tasted Muffins until you have tried Izzie's. Of course you met Joe last night, the guy responsible for keeping us all sane with the ever flowing alcohol."

"Right," Derek said. This time he did check his watch. There was a Barmaid in Maine keeping some champagne on ice, to properly welcome into the area. He met her when he had attended the Chief interview in Dartmouth. And he had promised her he'd be there in a few hours when he had spoken to her earlier on in the afternoon. The drive alone was three and a half hours, and that was with the lights and sirens on.

"We're just so glad to have you here," Larry said, not for the first time. He patted Derek on the back. The mayor was a few inches shorter then him with much less hair and he seemed to love to bounce on the balls of his feet.

When Larry thought Derek wasn't looking, he gave a suggestive wink to a woman with shockingly big teeth sitting on the front row of the bleachers. Derek had met her earlier, she worked part time in her husbands hard ware store and at the hospital, but for the life of him, he could not remember the woman's name, was it Daisy, Marigold? Whatever it was it was not worth the energy it was consuming trying to remember. What he did know was that her husband must have been blind. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that she had a thing going on with the mayor.

"Richard," Larry called as he had finally made it down to them, "I'd like you to meet the new chief of police."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," exclaimed Richard, thrusting a hand toward Derek. "Richard Webber. Chief of Surgery at the Hospital"

"Likewise, Derek Shepherd," Derek greeted returning the handshake.

"Shepherd?" asked Richard, "any relation to Addison Shepherd by any chance?" Derek felt his back immediately stiffen and his jaw tighten, nonetheless, he replied, "No, no relation!" in a abrupt manner which did not go unnoticed by Richard, neither did the instant recognition at the name which had flashed across Derek's eyes. Leaving Richard to wonder exactly what the story was here, he knew that Addison the top neo natal specialist was married and her husband's name was in fact Derek, surely this was too much to be just a coincidence but he would let it pass, for now at least…. Simply saying "It is about time we got some good law and order in this town. Walt God bless his soul was a good man but he should have retired long ago."

He clapped Derek on the back, leaving him relieved that the topic of Addison had been dropped if he never heard that name again it would be too soon. He was also thankful that Richard had not giving his two cents about how Dartmouth should be run. Between the mayor and Preston Burke, the dean at the University, Derek had gotten an ear full already.

Larry told Derek, "Meredith Grey should be around here somewhere." He looked around, searching the area around the field "You can't miss her, she's—"

Suddenly the crowd all groaned together. Derek turned to look at the field. Someone had been tackled. Unfortunately, it was the Dartmouth Rebels' quarterback. The kid had been getting his ass kicked all night. As far as Derek could see, most of the boys on the field didn't know one end of the field from the other and did not understand that they had to get their kits dirty if they wanted to stand a chance of winning.

"Tough one," Larry said, but Derek was looking at the woman who was making her way onto the field. She was tall and curvacious and he noticed her Golden blond hair when she knelt down beside the fallen player.

"Speak of the devil," Larry told Derek. "That's Meredith Grey"

"The towns coroner?" Derek asked. That name he had remembered. She didn't look like any coroner he had ever seen or come across through out his career, and Derek was about to say this when he noticed the mayor's smile.

"She graduated 3 years behind me," he said. "She's a real smart cookie though and a real sweetheart. Used to help me out with my home work."

"I'll go introduce myself," Derek mumbled, leaving Larry and heading toward the playing field.

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Jen xx