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She was so screwed. Flying down I-95, Meredith Grey couldn't help but feel that her heart was going to jump right out of her chest. Obviously, that wasn't going to happen, she was a doctor for Christ's sake. "Hey! What's going on?" Her Bluetooth spoke to her as she was weaving in and out of traffic.

"Cris, I am so freaking late," The twenty-eight year old made a sharp right off of the highway, abruptly, receiving many horns behind her. "Oh, fuck off."

"What did I do?" Cristina said dully.

"Cris, I gotta call you later!" She pulled into a parking spot and darted into the building. Swiftly, she walked towards her office and medical labs. No one was around to even tell that she was twenty minutes behind schedule.

Now that her heart rate was lowering to a normal level, she was in awe by the sights surrounding her. Her office was huge. Medical books lined the walls. Her desk was gigantic. It was the L-Shaped type, so it would provide her with ample space.

Of course, there were already files across the desk of previously injured players. Striding towards the other part of the room, her breath hitched in her throat. There was an x-ray machine, MRI machine, multiple tables, and medical supplies that could survive an atomic bomb. "It's breathtaking, right?"

Meredith jumped. Well, so much for her heart rate being down.

"I'm sorry," He let out a laugh. "My name's Alex Karev. You'll be seeing a lot of me around here."

"You're the Physical therapist, right?" She shook his hand. "I've heard a lot of good things about you."

"Well, shucks. Listen, I usually head to the field early, I'll see you out there by noon," He winked before heading back out of the room.

Meredith smiled. Earning her bachelors, master, and doctorate degree had finally paid off. She never though she'd be the head medical doctor for the Philadelphia Eagles. Closing her office door, Meredith turned on the lights.

She saw a patch of dark red hair hiding between a filing cabinet and the shelving in the room. Then, faint tears. Now, Meredith didn't want to startle the child even more, so she stayed her distance first. "Hey, there."

Kyla lifted her head very slowly, barely making eye contact. "Hi," She mumbled, meekly.

"What are you doing back there all alone?" Meredith had gotten closer, getting down to her eye level. A series of loud beeps echoed through the loudspeaker. Code Red. Code Red. This is not a drill.

In the current situation, Meredith could only assume code red was the situation right before her eyes. "I…I… want my Daddy."

She was now sitting cross legged in front of the little girl. "Why don't we go find him? He can't be too far, right? Does your Daddy work here?"

She nodded. "I got s-scared."

"My name's Meredith. What's yours?" Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time Meredith had been in this situation. Her professor's son in college disappeared for an hour and she had been the one to find the boy hiding between bookshelves in the library.

"Kyla."

"Well, that's a very pretty name," She held her hand out. "Kyla, let's go look for your Daddy. I'm sure he's worried."

The girl paused, but then extended her hand. Meredith stood up, but noticed Kyla had a slight limp. "I tripped."

Meredith picked the girl up gently, placing her on her hip. "I'll take a look at that as soon as I get you back to, Dad, okay?"

Well, this sure was an interesting way to start the first day of the rest of her life. "Okay." Meredith had no idea where she was going. From the distance, she saw two men, a woman who was crying, and four Philadelphia police officers. "Daddy!"

Derek Shepherd spun around, immediately making a b-line towards his daughter. "Jesus, Ky, you scared the hell out of me!" He immediately grabbed her from Meredith's arms, holding on to her tightly. "You can't walk away without me, sweetie."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I was looking around and I got scared," She frowned. Derek kissed her forehead before passing her over to her mother.

"Thank you. Thank you so much," Derek finally looked at the stranger, his new savior.

"Oh, it's no problem," Meredith smiled towards him. She absolutely knew who he was, but she tried her best not to show any of it. "She was hiding in my office."

"Derek Shepherd," He extended his hand towards her. "Please, call me Derek."

"Meredith Grey," She shook his hand slowly. It was much softer than she would imagine a professional athlete's hand to be. She had to mentally shake her head, brining her back to the present. "I'm the new Doctor."

Derek gave her a look.

"Oh, uh, your daughter told me she tripped and she was limping a bit. I'd be more than happy to take a look, if you'd like."

"Oh, please," What Meredith assumed to be the little girl's mother spoke up.