"Time of death 11:33am."

Lexie stared through the window of the trauma room and watched as her best friend pronounced her father dead. She took a step back and sat down in a chair, she lent forward and she rested her head in her hands. She let out a long slow breath and tried to begin getting her head around what had just happened.

Her dad was dead. He'd wrapped his car around a tree. That in itself didn't surprise her, since her mother had died the moments he'd been sober were few and far between. She'd often thought it was only a matter of time before he'd kill himself, but at the same time she didn't think it would actually happen.

"Lexie," George came and sat down beside her. "I'm sorry. We did everything we could."

"I know. It's not your fault. It's his own stupid fault." There was a hint of bitterness in her voice. "It was his own stupid fault." The words came out of her mouth again, slower and more controlled. She was in shock and starting to get mad. She was angry at her father, she was angry at him for letting himself go, for letting himself die.

"Lexie," George reached out and took her hand, he squeezed it in his own. "Can I do something for you? Is there something I can do?"

"No. I, I need to find Meredith." She pushed George's hand away and stood up. "I have to tell her"

"Lexie –"

"I have to be the one to tell her." She said the words to herself as much as to George. She needed to do something, she couldn't just sit there, she had to keep moving.

She walked with her head held up through the hospital. She was using every ounce of her energy not to cry, and not to run. She didn't want to run, not now not yet, she would run after. She would run when she could leave the hospital, but right now she couldn't leave. She had to tell Meredith, she had to be the one to tell her.

She stood in the door way to the cafeteria and scanned the tables. It didn't take her long to spot her, she was sitting at the same table she always sat at, with the same person she always sat with, Cristina.

"Meredith," She walked right up to the table and waited for some acknowledgement of her presence. "Can I talk to you?"

Both women turned and stared at her. They were expecting her to talk there, in front of everyone. "In private."

"Whatever you have to say Lexie you can say it here."

The response shouldn't have surprised her, the only time she got a private conversation was when she took it, not when she asked for it. If she'd had time she would have waited, waited for that private moment but things needed to be said now, before they reached the grape vine.

"Meredith," The rest of the sentence caught in her throat. "Our," This was harder than she thought it would be, she couldn't get the words out. "Meredith our dad is dead."

The words came out of her mouth in a rush of syllables and then she just stood there. She stood there and watched Meredith's face, she watched her for some reaction but she didn't flinch, and then she started laughing.

"That's a good one Lexie," She laughed. "I'm listening. Next time you might want to use something a little less dramatic."

"I'm not joking." She could feel her voice starting to shake. "He wrapped his car around a tree, he was drunk. His body is in the ER if you want to see."

-8-8-8-8-8-

Lexie sat at the dinning table of the home she'd grown up in. On one side of her sat her younger sister Molly and on the other her Aunt Mary. In front of each of them sat a copy of a document titled "Will of Thatcher Grey". For the last hour they'd been going through it, trying to divide up everything he owned. It was supposed to be simple, but things weren't as simple as they first seemed. At the top of the will he said he'd leave everything to his daughters, but he didn't expend on that, he didn't elaborate. For half an hour they'd argued over that one sentence, who did he mean by his daughters, did he expect them to split everything with Meredith too?

Molly didn't seem to think so, but Lexie thought he would have wanted her to have something. In the end they'd agreed to disagree and go through the possessions listed, if there was something there Meredith should have she could have it but what would she want with tea sets and book collections which had mainly belonged to their mother in the first place. They were almost at the bottom of the list, they'd agreed on what to do with most things, the family heirlooms were split between them and everything else would be sold. But the last item had them all very confused. According to the will, Thatcher Grey owned a log cabin in a town they'd never heard of.

"I think we have a map here somewhere." Molly said standing up. "Maybe if we see where it is we might remember it."

"No," Lexie stared at the name. "I think we should give it to Meredith. Maybe she knows what it is."

"We can't just give it to her." There was a defensive tone to Molly's voice, she didn't like the idea of Meredith getting anything. "We don't know what it is."

"What do you suppose we do with it then?"

"Sell it just like everything else we don't want."

"I want it." The words came out of Lexie's mouth before she even realized what she was saying.

"What?"

"I want it." She said it again with a little more conviction. "I don't want to just sell it, I want to see what it is first."