Meredith sighed as she looked out the window of the Cincinnati apartment. She wasn't happy where she was. She wanted to be with Dean in Los Angeles, but she realized that it was her own choice that brought her here. Over the past two months, her knee had healed almost completely and her baby bump was starting to show, which made her miss Dean even more. In just six short months, their precious baby boy or girl would be here, and that terrified her more than anything. However, Meredith shortened her job in Cincinnati from six months to four, so she would return to LA in May instead of July.

While Meredith was looking out the window, planning out the rest of her life, Celeste sat at the kitchen table and finally spoke up.

"So what's gonna happen to me after you leave Ohio? Do I go back to a foster home for someone to beat me? Do I stay with Sami? Do I live on the streets?"

Meredith didn't know how to respond. She hated the fact that a young girl like Celeste was worrying about where she would sleep from night to night. She wanted Celeste to be safe, and she wanted her to be part of her and Dean's family when she returned home to LA. Meredith walked over from the fire escape and sat down at the table with the small girl.

"Honey, why wouldn't you think I wouldn't take you with me?" Meredith's face scrunched up.

"Because who would want a dirty, hungry, orphan living in their perfect home?" Tears brimmed her eyes.

Those words sent chills down Meredith's spine and in some way, it angered her that Celeste would think so lowly of herself as to say those horrible things about herself.

"Celeste, you're family."

"Meredith, we're not related. You don't even know anything about me." She shot back.

"You don't have to be blood to be considered family, Celeste." Meredith's tone turned serious.

"Still doesn't change the fact you don't know anything about me." Celeste pointed out again.

She was right. For the past two months, Meredith had been so busy with work, that she barely got to spend any time in getting to know Celeste. She didn't want to be like all of the other people in Celeste's life. Meredith wanted to put an effort in getting to know the girl, and she wanted her to know that she was welcome in her home.

"Yeah, well, maybe that needs to change."

Meredith had finally gotten to work and right when she walked through the doors, the receptionist gave her a list of three names to deal with for the day. Since being in Cincinnati, Meredith had worked with four people, and they had all graduated from their counseling, so now she was going to be working with different people. When she looked down at the list, Meredith had realized that one of the names had been crossed off and one didn't have a last name.

"Uh, why is Jase Phillips crossed-"

"Oh, he got arrested earlier today for burglary." Cassidy shook her head.

"Okay, and why doesn't Darlene have a last name on here?" Meredith questioned again.

"She knows too many people around here. She didn't want to be found out. Sort of a confidential thing." The woman replied.

Meredith said no more and walked to a room with her patient's name on the plate. She knocked before entering, and an unpleasant voice grumbled from behind the metal barrier.

"Who is it!?"

"Um..Brogan? Mr. Wittenmeyer?" Meredith stammered "It's Meredith. Meredith Rollins? Im..uh..here for your appointment."

There was no response, but the door flung open inward. Meredith walked into the dim lit room and sat down in the chair at the round table in his room. He soon joined her and the room was silent. He looked over at her clipboard and then up at Meredith.

"You think you're gonna help me?" He chuckled.

"Well, that's why I'm here, sir."

"I ain't no addict, lady." His tone grew harsh.

"Then why are you here, Brogan?

"Have a place to sleep." He nodded.

Meredith said nothing, but listened to his story.

"Yeah, I used to pop pills and do speed, but I quit that after my wife had her baby. That was about six years ago. Then my wife kicked me out of the house after I cheated on her. I didn't mean to, I loved her, I still do, but I made some bad choices. After she kicked me out, I started doing some more drugs; stuff like ecstasy. I popped like five at a time and passed out wherever I found suitable. I spent all the money in my bank account on drugs, so I came here. I've been in this joint for about five years and I've been clean for almost three. I just stay here for a place to sleep."

Meredith was speechless. She knew most of the people here were probably doing the same thing, but she didn't want to make assumptions. Meredith closed her notebook and gently smiled at Brogan who was on the verge of a break down.

"Congratulations, Mr. Wittenmeyer."

"Please don't tell on me." He pleaded.

"I wouldn't do that, Brogan. Have a nice day. If anyone asks, we had a long discussion about why your wife is the main point to why you do drugs."

Meredith stood up and walked towards the door. Brogan said nothing else and went back to laying in his bed. As she was walking out, Brogan's voice stopped her.

"Ms. Rollins?"

"Yes?" Meredith asked as she turned to face him.

"Thank you."

Dean paced around the condo and waited by the phone. Meredith usually called him by noon, but it was almost two o'clock and he was getting impatient. Ever since Meredith started her job, Dean heard from her less and less and to be completely honest, he felt as if he was going crazy. Work was pretty slow for him and he wouldn't be getting his push until Wrestlemania, so he had a lot on his mind, and not hearing from his pregnant girlfriend was almost too much to bear.

It was obvious that Dean wasn't going to hear from Meredith unless he called her first, so he picked up the phone and began to dial her number.

Meredith had just sat down at a round table with Darlene when her phone started buzzing on the table. Without looking at who it was, she answered.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Dean, I don't have time to talk right now." Meredith's tone was irritated.

"Why?"

"I'm with a patient, Dean."

"Fine."

"I'll talk to you later, I love you." She frowned.

"Mhm."

Without saying it back, Dean slammed down the phone and Meredith felt a pain in her stomach. Her aching pain was interrupted by Darlene's voice.

"Everything alright, darlin?"

"Yeah, not really. My boyfriend Dean hasn't been wrestling as much as he'd like. He's driving me crazy; we're having a baby in less than six months and we can't even see each other."

When Meredith looked up at Darlene, her eyes were staring off with tears welling up. She gulped and laid her hand over her chest. With a whisper in her voice, she managed to choke out a few words.

"Dean? Dean, who?"

"Ambrose. He used to live around here when he was younger. you know him?"

Again, Darlene stared off out the window. Another gulp and a sigh came from her and she nodded and smiled softly to fight off the tears.

"I did once...but that was long ago."

Meredith was intrigue; someone here knew Dean. Maybe Darlene could answer the questions that Meredith still had about him.

"How do you know De-"

"Meredith, I have to go. It was lovely seeing you. I'll be back tomorrow for my next appointment."

Before Meredith had time to protest, Darlene was halfway out the door. Meredith was left alone in the room to gather her thoughts of the intervention with a mystery woman who knew her boyfriend.

Dean looked around the empty condo and screamed in frustration. He was losing control of his life and Meredith had no clue. He had been slipping back into his old routines like he had in Puerto Rico and this time, Sami wasn't there to calm him down or reason with him. He took a look in the mirror and saw a shell of what he used to be. His skin was pale despite the LA sunshine, he looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks, his clothes hung from his body, and he felt as if his body was on fire. Needle marks covered his arms and he couldn't control the shaking fits that he had.

Dean didn't know why he started back up on the habits, but he felt better when he passed out for fourteen hours at a time. That way, he wouldn't have to deal with the realization that Meredith left him. He staggered into the kitchen and flung pots and pans off the walls, still screaming in a panicked rage.

"Is this what you wanted Meredith!?" He screamed out. "Do you want me to go back to how I used to be!? You think ignoring me is gonna work? You're gonna have to run me over with a truck to get rid of me sunshine! You think you're a better parent than me, huh? You think you're fucking cool cause you got a job. Well fuck you!" He screamed again as he threw a picture frame at the wall.

The vase shattered and Dean panted and shook in anger as he watched it. He walked onto the shattered glass and knelt down to pick up the frame. He didn't realize that it was a picture of him and Meredith, and as he looked at it, he broke down like he always did.

"Meredith..." His anger fell to depression and then to blubbering sobs. "Come back...please come back. I miss you. God, I fucking miss you."

Dean didn't realize that he had left the door to the condo unlocked, and Roman walked through the door to see what all the commotion was about, and when he saw Dean on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably with pills and needles everywhere, he knew what was happening. Roman walked over to the smaller man and patted his back.

"You don't need this stuff, man." His voice grumbled.

Dean looked down at his bleeding hands and started scratching at his arms again. He knew he couldn't be without Meredith. He needed her in his life. He didn't want his child to live how he used to. He wanted something better for the kid. When he didn't respond, Roman spoke again, trying to bring Dean out of his own little world.

"Dean-"

Dean stood up and walked to the bedroom that he shared with Meredith and stuffed clothes into an empty suitcase and walked back to the living room.

"Dean what are you doing man?" Roman's words continued.

"I'm going to see my girl."

So, I hope I'm gonna do this sequel justice. I don't really know where I'm taking it, but I'll be sure not to disappoint. And if you haven't read the prequel, it's on my page under the name "Anything but Ordinary." Thanks for reading and don't forget to leave reviews. :3