It was too cold outside today, how do people even handle this weather at all? I shivered and pulled my jacket closer to my body. Derek kicked some sense into me, he knew that if I was head of neuro I would never decline his offer. That damn bastard knew how to play me very well.

I wasn't one who'd get nervous on first days but for some reason, I was scared shitless. It was either that or my brain was incapable of keeping my nerves intact due to the unreasonably cold weather. I walked in the hospital and exhaled, my body was slowly adjusting to the heat. I wasn't aware of how cold Seattle got in the fall, I always thought Addison was exaggerating whenever she'd come back and sit outside in L.A heat to 'absorb the heat her body needed'.

"Good morning, Dr. Shepherd." I turned around to be greeted by Derek, who was leaning on the door with a tiny smirk on his face. "You're a few minutes early."

"Ah, your new job is to stalk your little sister and see what she's got hidden under her sleeve. I've already thought of ways to slowly destroy your reputation but don't worry, I'm too shaken up from how cold it is to start my evil plan just yet." I announced, walking in the attending's lounge and removing my jacket.

"Oh, because people don't know that there are two Dr. Shepherd's?" He asked as he chewed on an apple. I sneakily looked at his bandaged hand and notice how Derek hadn't even looked at it so far. This was a good sign.

"Of course they do but they're not all entirely aware of how your little sister is about to dominate the world of neurosurgery. Not yet, big brother. Not yet."

I forgot how exhausting it was to work in a hospital. It was a really slow day in the beginning, I only had a bunch of consults and a lot of paperwork but once I was paged for 911, all hell broke loose. I was pushed into four emergency surgeries and two of them barely survived but with Derek hovering and checking my every move; it led to showing off my best skills and saving them with flying colors. He would occasionally nod or argue with me, informing me about how he would've operated if he was the surgeon on call.

I removed my scrub cap and turned around, anger pouring out of my ears. "Derek, you need to shut up right now."

"I'm just saying Amelia, the optic nerve could've easily been damaged and you just did the riskiest thing you could've done to show off!"

"What are you trying to say?" I walked out of the room and Derek followed, bringing his aura of negativity along with him. "You're fuming! Say it already!"

"You could've killed him, Amy! And for what? Absolutely nothing! I was standing right next to you, my technique was safer and the possible damage percentage was not as high as what you just did!" He grabbed my arm and stopped me, pulling me to the side.

"What I did was for my patient's best interest. You picked me to replace you and all I'm asking is that you respect my decisions and ways of… curing people! The last thing I need in my O.R is my petulant brother screaming at the nurses who are assisting me to do something I did not tell them to do. It was risky, you're right but he could be cured completely. Your method would've required three more surgeries minimum to get him better and extensive care."

"He could be brain dead. A few more surgeries wouldn't hurt him as much as never waking up again."

"It would hurt his kids to see him here for three months, which is even an exaggeration because he would obviously be here way longer to heal. Derek, I'll suffer the consequences but i have a very good feeling about this. I'm not going to beg for your approval every time I make a move and you need to accept that."

"What if I don't?" he asked playfully, all seriousness pushed out of his system.

I smiled and gave him a look; "the next incision I make will include cutting into your brain and feeding it to Judy."

"Judy!?" he exclaimed, looking around. "Not the lamb!" I laughed and shoved him before he pulled me in for a brief hug.

"You know," I started, pulling away from the hug. "You were never this affectionate with me before I agreed to come work here. Did Meredith stop paying attention to you and isn't satisfying that little ego of yours that you insist on having?"

"I just realized that you're my favorite sister." He patted my head like a little adorable dog and chuckled, groaning in pain from the punch I landed on his shoulder.

"Go home!" I yelled as I walked away from him. "And get laid in the process!"

I was born into a very loud noisy family, three sisters and a brother. Derek was teased all the time for being the only boy of the family but it did help him get the ladies since he knew all the dos and don'ts when it came to handling girls. My sisters weren't as close to me as Derek was. It mainly was because I had gone through a traumatic experience with him by my side as a child and no one really understood what it was like besides Derek. Nancy was the eldest then came Katy, Derek, Liz and then the black sheep of the family. My sisters hated how I, the irresponsible black sheep who partied way too much, got into med school and graduated top of my class. I was supposed to be the black sheep and that achievement ruined the title.

I still remember the day Derek came in my room looking antsy and kept babbling endlessly about this girl he liked. "I want to marry her, Amy. I want to just get a ring, propose and run away to the other side of the world." For a 21 year old, my mom found the idea incredibly insane. He was still in med school but I encouraged him to do it anyway. I met her many times and she was the sweetest person anyone could ever meet, I liked her a little bit more after she snuck in some alcohol and gave it to a reckless sixteen year old. He married Addison six months later. She's still one of my closest friends despite her past with Derek and the divorce issue that happened between them.

I visited the patients for a check up and filled their charts happily, they all seemed to recover better than I expected and a lot faster. "Dr. Shepherd, how's your first day going?"

I looked up to find Owen Hunt, ginger haired guy, smiling at me with a little coffee cup in hand. "A lot more workload than I expected. Maybe accepting the head of neuro position was a bit too much for the first couple of days but I can't lie, I love this all."

"I'm glad," He nodded, still smiling from ear to ear. "Uh… I got you some coffee. I didn't exactly know what you drink, or if you even drink coffee but… think of this as a 'first day of working at the hospital' present!"

"You really didn't have to but I appreciate it," I took a sip from it and smiled. "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." He awkwardly answered, shifting from one foot to the other, probably hoping he could be somewhere else. I wasn't entirely ready to be left alone just yet.

"Hey, you never told me much about yourself. What's your specialty?" I asked, gulping more of the coffee down. God, I really needed this cup.

"I'm a trauma surgeon, I enjoy working in the midst of a ruckus. It gives me this odd feeling of satisfaction, you know?" his eyes lit up at the mention of what he does.

"Ah, you must've enjoyed the ruckus that happened in the ER today then. I'm so used to working in a practice where I only operate twice a week so having four surgeries in less than twelve hours felt like a dream come true!"

"Have you had the time to go sightseeing around the city?" he asked curiously, tapping on his iPad a couple of times before placing it back in the charging dock.

"Not yet, I've been too busy looking for places to temporarily stay at and I try lifting some workload off Derek and Meredith when I can. I'm hoping to go sometime soon though."

He nodded his head and bit his lip nervously, looking around before meeting my gaze again. "You know, Cristina and I were planning to ride a ferryboat later this afternoon. You should tag along."

I stopped breathing for a second to rationalize my thoughts. Cristina? He was the guy Meredith and Cristina constantly spoke of? He was dating Cristina? Was he asking me out? Or am I looking into this a bit too much? "I'd love to… but I was planning on having another shift to figure my way around the building, take a bit more control since I'm head of the neuro department and all. Maybe some other time?"

"Of course. I'll see you later then." He slowly started walking away and waved goodbye once he reached the end of the hall. Was he asking me out? I shook my head at the inane thought and looked at my pager, happy that I was requested for a consult. I needed something to take my mind off Owen's offer.

"How long have they been together?" I asked as I shoved a mouthful of rice in my mouth. Callie laughed at the action and shook her head, dipping some French fries in ketchup.

"Owen and Cristina?" Arizona asked, shifting uncomfortably in her place. Callie tried to help but she pushed her away, shaking her head. Arizona had been with them all in the plane crash and in the process, she lost her leg. Callie, her girlfriend and an orthopedic surgeon, was forced to cut it off to save her life but of course, Arizona stubbornly told her that she preferred dying over being a cripple. Ouch. "A good four years. On and off though."

"Why the sudden interest?" Callie asked, dipping her finger in ketchup and completely ignoring her fries. Arizona grimaced at her but decided to stay put and not say anything.

"I didn't know they were together! I mean I knew that she was dating someone but I assumed it was one of those interns she talked about a while back."

"Intern? She dated an intern?" Arizona looked at Callie in shock, not completely registering the news just yet.

"Don't look at me like that, this is new news to me. Shepherd has been here for less than a week and she knows more than the both of us combined. This is unbelievable!" Callie exclaimed. "I doubt Owen even knows. Now that you mentioned it, you better continue."

"I really don't know anything about it. It might've not even been Cristina! Oddly, I've been to the hospital many times before but I've never seen him. He's been with Cristina for four years too, so he must've been here every time I visited. How didn't I run into him?" I questioned aloud. Callie shrugged her shoulders and scooted a little closer to me, smiling.

"What's really your question?" she smirked at me and I playfully slapped her arm, shaking my head.

"It's nothing like that. How close is he to Derek? Derek is a big goop when it comes to privacy but he didn't kick Owen out when I came to see him." I pushed my food around and looked up. I didn't know what bothered me the most, the fact that I never met Owen or the fact that Derek and Owen might possibly be close buddies and he never spoke of him before.

"Good friends, he helped Derek build the porch at his house. A bunch of the guys did actually, they used to go to Derek's house and play golf up there back when it was only a piece of land. It was cute."

Derek never bothered to mention that he built his house from scratch or that his friends volunteered to help him build the house. I had this horrible itch and I felt like maybe, just maybe, Derek was slowly slipping away from my fingers and I couldn't do anything to stop it or it could be that Cristina was dating Owen and I never really knew.

I was definitely bothered by the fact that Derek wasn't telling me everything. It was Derek, not Owen.