I know, it has been over two months. I suck…

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Chap 2 - You Nasty!

DPOV

"So I heard you embarrassed yourself in front of the Chief's new protégé."

I looked up to find my best friend Mark smirking at me. Ass!

"How the hell did you find out?" I asked.

He shrugged.

"Bailey." He said simply.

"How the hell did Bailey find out?"

"When are you going to realize that I know everything." She said, coming up and handing a chart to the nurse at the desk. The nurse's name was Angela. She was hot and could suck a cock like a Hoover.

I winked at her.

She smiled coyly.

Miranda Bailey gave Angela the stink eye and Angela busied herself.

"Now why did you do that?" I asked Bailey, turning my back to the counter and leaning on it, my ankles crossed and my head tilted to the side. That pose alone had gotten me more pussy than anyone could ever imagine. I called it my McDreamy pose.

About that, I didn't coin it, I just owned up to it. I would love to know who came up with it. I would thank her…with multiple orgasms.

Bailey looked at me, up and down, her eyebrows raised…before smacking me on the back of my head.

"You nasty." She spat.

"I didn't do anything! Why are you hitting me?" I asked.

"You stand here like you are God's gift to women, like you are the answer to every horny woman's problems." She shook her head.

"But I am." I said, grinning.

She shook her head at me.

"The chief is really excited that he convinced Meredith Grey to come here. He has been trying for years and in two minutes you managed to stammer like an idiot and tell her you wanted to screw her all over this hospital. Nasty! Don't mess this up Derek." She warned.

"What is so special about this chick? Does she have beer flavored nipples?" I asked.

Mark chuckled beside me but quieted when Bailey glared at him. He was scared to death of her and with good reason. She terrified me on occasion. The day I met her, she almost made me wet my pants…and I'm her boss.

"Let's just say she won the genetic lottery." Bailey said.

"Damn right she did. She is fuckhot!" I exclaimed.

Bailey's hand twitched and I moved away quickly to avoid it connecting with me again.

"Wait a minute. Grey? As in the Laproscopic Grey Method?" Mark interjected.

"Ellis was her mother.' Bailey confirmed.

"No shit? She is like medical royalty." I mused. I looked at Bailey. "What about the other two? Richard said they were her sisters."

"Half sisters from her father and his second wife." Bailey looked at her watch. "Gossip time's over, I must go save a life now. You two should think about doing that yourselves. Seeing as this is a hospital full of sick people and all." She said sarcastically before walking away.

"She loves us." I told Mark.

"Oh yeah, how could she not…we're…us." He agreed.

We stayed silent for a moment. I felt Mark look at me.

"When you say fuckhot…" He trailed off.

I made an outline of her figure with my hands and gave a thumbs up.

"You going to do her?" He asked casually.

Oh yeah, Mark is my manwhore sidekick. I don't know if I told you that or not.

"Yep. I saw her first." I told him. That was the rule. Whoever saw them first has well…first dibs. If they don't want her, the other is welcome. When we are through with her, she is fair game for the other. What? You think that is disgusting?

Well, I didn't say we were cultured manwhore.

"What about the sisters?" He asked.

"Very cute. One had a wedding ring on though." I said.

"That still leaves one. I am going to go request that one for my service today. See ya."

"See ya."

Time to go see my genetically royal fellow and get in her good graces and then into my bed.

I looked at my reflection in the window.

She didn't stand a chance.

/CMW/

MPOV

I walked toward the fellow's locker room to get ready for rounds. I walked in and everyone froze. They just stared at me. It felt like I was in high school all over again. It was disconcerting actually.

I pasted a smile on my face and nodded to everyone, walking to an empty locker and started stashing my things in it.

"You can't use that locker."

I turned around to see a tall svelte blond woman glaring at me. Her hair was really short and she looked tired.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know it belonged to anyone." I looked to all the other lockers. They were all full of people's belongings.

"This seems to be the only empty one." I stated, confused. "Who does it belong to?"

"Dr. George O' Malley." A tall, stocky man with short brown hair said, his eyes challenging me.

"Okay…where is he? Why doesn't he have any of his things in it?" I asked hesitantly.

"He's dead. He got hit by a bus saving a shallow airhead and he died. You are apparently here to take his place. Not gonna happen." A petite, angry Asian woman with dark curly hair said.

I swallowed. Friendly group.

"Where should I put my things then?" I asked.

The Asian stood up.

"We don't really care where you put them as long as it is not that locker." She walked out, the blond girl and brown haired man following her.

I sighed. That could've went better.

"You can share my locker, if you want." A blonde haired woman offered.

I smiled hesitantly at her.

"Thanks." I said.

"My name is Amber. Don't mind them, they are all okay once you get to know them."

I snorted.

"Yeah…seems like it." I said sarcastically, putting my items in the bottom shelf of her locker.

"They loved him. He was a great guy who did a heroic thing that got him killed." She said.

"How long has he been gone?" I asked.

"One month. No one wanted to clean his locker out, so the Chief made a janitor do it two days ago."

"For my arrival." I surmised. " No wonder they hate me."

"They don't hate you. They can't, they don't know you, but…"

"They loved him." I finished for her.

"Yeah." She said, before walking away.

"Amber?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks…for sharing and telling me about George and for not shunning me." I said.

"No problem. I'll see you later." She said, before leaving.

I sat down on the bench, alone in the room.

The silence was almost unbearable. I didn't expect to be best friends with anyone here but to come in as a replacement for an apparent saint that everyone loved was a challenge I didn't foresee.

Never mind that. I had a job to do, with or without my co workers support.

I looked around the empty room once more.

It looked like it would be without.

I know Derek is a whore. That is the whole point! Thanks for reading! Xoxo Steph