DISCLAIMER: Don't own anything. Not getting a dime with this. Just having fun. This is the more AU thing I've ever written, so lets see how it goes. Rated for everybody for the moment.
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That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here
In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here
Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here
HOW TO DISAPPEAR COMPLETELY by Radiohead.
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"This is officer Delgado. I'm detective Jones. We come from the Boston police department; we are looking for Ms. Meredith Grey. Does she lives here?"
Detective Jones flashed his batch in front of the man on the door. The man was big and had a disheveled appearance, with a three days, stubble on his face and an untrusting attitude. A series of elaborate patterns were tattooed across his lower arms, and on the right side of his neck.
"What's this about?" The man asked with caution, concealing half of his body behind the door, obstructing the view to the inside of the apartment, to the officers.
"We just want to ask her a few questions"
"About what?"
"I'm afraid that's confidential information, only to be discussed with Ms. Grey. Is she here?"
"Uhhh… Meredith!" He yelled inside the apartment. "The police is looking for you."
The two officers waited patiently for Meredith to appear. They knew this neighborhood very well, and both were aware they needed to be alert. Even though this visit has nothing to do with drug dealers, they were in their territory, this was the kind of neighborhood where a wrong look could start a shooting, they've seen it happen before, so they were acting with caution, specially in front of the man who just opened the door, who they assumed was the girl's boyfriend, he seemed a bit untrusting for their taste.
"Meredith!!" The man yelled louder one more time, he waited a few seconds for a response. "She's not answering. I think she's in the shower." He said while he started to close the door right in the officer's faces. Detective Jones was faster and got to put his feet between the door, making it impossible for the man to close the door.
"We don't mind waiting for her. It's important. Do you mind if we wait for her inside?"
The man had no choice but to let them in. Reluctantly opened the door widely to invite them inside the apartment. The place was a complete mess; it had the basic furniture, a couple of old couches, a TV, a table and some chairs. There were empty beer cans all over the floor and over the table along with dirty ashtrays. The scent of cigarette impregnated on the furniture invaded their nostrils.
The man walked away towards the kitchen, leaving both officers standing there alone. Contradictorily against the obvious mess around the house, something called the detectives attention, a collection of medical documentaries, by the Discovery Channel were neatly placed below, the TV.
It didn't take long before a petite, green-eyed woman, with blonde honey hair came in. Her hair was wet; a few drops were still falling over her white shirt. Apparently the man didn't lie.
"Ms. Meredith Grey."
"Yes?"
"This is officer Delgado, I'm detective Jones. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?"
"Go ahead… Take a seat please." She offered while cleaning whatever she encountered in her way. Picking cans of beer from the floor and couch, obviously she was feeling embarrassed about the mess. "I'm sorry about this…. My boyfriend brought his idiot friends last night and apparently they think my house is a dumpster"
"Don't worry about it. Please take a seat with us Ms. Grey"
She sat right in front of the police officers, the anxiety started to get the best of her, when she spotted the folder detective Jones held under his arm. It had her name on the cover.
"I'm sorry… What's that?" She pointed at the folder shyly.
"Oh…" He said putting the folder down on the table. "It's your file… Please correct me if I'm wrong. According to this…" He pointed at the file on the table with both hands, he opened the folder and started reading.
"Merdith Anne Grey….Age 26… Daughter of Dr. Ellis Grey and Thatcher Grey… Your mother died when you were five, after that you went to live with your father and his wife, to Seattle. You have two half sisters, Lexie and Molly…. You ran away form your father's house at the age of 12. You spent most of your adolescence going in and out from numerous foster homes. At the age of 16, you went to a juvenile detention center for vandalism…"
"That was a misunderstanding…" She interrupted him defensively.
"Does it says there, that the bitch killed herself." The boyfriend appeared standing against the door on the kitchen, sneaking into the conversation, with a beer on his hand. "She slit her wrists right in front of her daughter, and on top of that she left Meredith with nothing. She donated all her money to science. What a bitch!" The man said while giving a big sip to the can of beer.
"Mat!" She sounded embarrassed.
"I'm sorry Ms. Grey, but we'd prefer to have this conversation privately." The detective said politely looking at her.
"I'm going… I'm going…" Meredith's boyfriend said as he took his jacket and his keys and walked out of the apartment with a smug expression.
After Mat left, Meredith turned her attention back to the officers, she seemed confused. "I'm sorry… I don't understand… What do you want from me? And why do you have all that information about me?"
The detective took out a picture from the file and placed it on the table. "Miss Grey… do you recognize this picture?"
She looked at it and recognized herself immediately. "Yes… That's me… I think it was taken at the bar where I work. It's a few blocks from here."
"Miss Grey… Are you the biological daughter of Dr. Ellis Grey?"
"What?" She answered in shock. "What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I'm biologically related to my mother."
"How can you know for sure?"
"Because first of all, I'm her spiting image, and second of all… why would I ever think I'm not biologically related to her, she was my mother."
The detective scrutinized her face for a few seconds, making her even more nervous about not knowing the reason of this stupid interrogatory, the man was really getting on her nerves.
"Do you have any pictures from before you were four years old… preferably as a baby with Dr. Grey, or any photos of her being pregnant?"
"I don't have anything… but if you need pictures you can go find Thatcher and ask him about them, he used to have tons, he's a picture freak."
"I see…" He said while writing something on his little notebook.
"Look… detective… You're really getting on my nerves here… And… I mean… Seriously!! Why would my mother, won't be my mother? She's my mother… And even if she weren't, what do you care who my mother was or if I had a mother at all. Last time I checked being an orphan is not a crime. I won't answer any more of your questions until you tell me what the hell are you doing in my house, intimidating me with your mysteriousness or whatever… So you have my picture, big deal. It's not like I'm killing someone in it. As far as I can tell I'm just serving a drink… so please, detective… cut the crap and tell me what's this about?"
The detective took a breath and looked at her in the eyes calmly. "I was contacted a few weeks ago by the New York police department, a woman claiming she just saw the daughter who was stolen form her at the age of four on an picture on the internet, contacted them." He took Meredith's picture on the table and slid it with his fingers closer to Meredith. "The woman on the picture is you, Ms. Grey, you just confirmed that. As you can see, we are obliged to look further into this matter."
"So… My picture being on the internet doesn't proves anything."
The detective proceeded to take out from the file three more pictures, and aligned the four pictures on the table one beside the other.
"This…" He said pointing at the first picture. It was a black and white picture of a smiling little girl who looked a lot like Meredith. It could've been her as a child. "Is the picture of the woman's daughter, that's how she used to look like back then when she was stolen away from her mother… And this…" He pointed at a second picture.
"This is a drawing made by a specialist, based on the little girl's bone structure, combined with pictures of her mother when she was that age, and they came up with this… This is how she was supposed to look like at the age of 14… So… if you happen to have pictures of yourself at that age I would certainly appreciate them… And this…" He pointed at the third picture.
"This is another drawing. This is how she's supposed to look like today, as an adult woman. As you can see the resemblance is remarkable.
Meredith stared at the pictures displayed on the table, hypnotized by the resemblance, if she didn't know better, she could affirm it is really herself on those drawings, but she wasn't. She was no one's long lost daughter. She was Ellis's Grey daughter. Ironically, this woman was desperately looking for her daughter in the face of a stranger, and her own mother never wanted to have anything to do with her. It' would've been nice to be loved like that.
"Yes it is…" She agreed. "That girl looks exactly like me… but it is not me… I'm sorry."
"That's not all… the age matches too… you have the same birthday…"
"So what you're saying exactly? You think my mother went out there to the other side of the country to steal another woman's child?"
"I'm not saying anything, I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this, so that woman can have some peace of mind."
"Ok… Let me tell you something about my mother… My mother was an amazing, talented, extraordinary, brilliant surgeon. Surgery was her life, she lived on that hospital 24/7. When would she ever had the time to fly all the way to New York, stole another's woman daughter, get back to Boston and still do all the surgeries on her schedule? And right in the middle of that, win the Harper Avery award… twice…" She paused for a moment. "I feel for that woman… I really do, but clearly she's confused… I'm not her daughter."
"Right… So if you're so certain, you wouldn't mind give me a DNA sample." He said to her while taking out a swab.
"Of course not"
The detective introduced the swab inside her mouth and scratched her inner cheeks making sure he collected enough saliva.
"Ok then… Thank you for your time Ms. Grey."
"It's Ok!" She walked with them to open the door for them.
Detective Jones crossed the threshold of the door, and suddenly turned around facing Meredith.
"Miss Grey?"
"Yes?"
"One last thing…" He paused trying to organize his thoughts. "This woman… She spent 22 years of her life looking for her lost daughter. That girl is her first thought in the morning when she wakes up, and her last thought when she goes to sleep. Finding her daughter has become her only purpose in this life. And ever since she saw your picture on the web, she convinced herself that she finally found her. She blindly believes that you are her daughter and nothing we could ever do, or say…. Not me… not you, will convince her otherwise. I don't even think a DNA test can make her go against what her heart and soul wants to believe… she desperately needs to believe. I guess 22 years is too long. She's here in Boston, she flew with her son and one of her daughters, and the only reason she's not here right now, is because we didn't let her, we persuade her to let us handle the situation first. Now… I'm gonna go back and tell her what happened here. I'm gonna tell her, it is not you… I'm gonna wait till the DNA results are ready, but I know they will confirm your testimony… It is not you… You are not her daughter… But she wont' believe me. So be prepared, cause she might try to contact you."
"What's her name?"
"Elizabeth."
"And the girl?"
"Marie… Marie Shephard."
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A/N There you go my newest madness. Hope you liked it.