Meredith reached the elevator and sighed. She was exhausted. She was just getting off a particularly tiring 28 hour shift, and was finally going home. Home sure sounded good right now. As it usually did, her mind shifted back to Derek. She had never met anyone that could make her that angry, but also that happy at the same time. In fact, she had never met anyone like Derek, period. At this thought, she allowed a small smile to play across her lips. Then she remembered that she wasn't speaking to him at that moment, and the short-lived smile vanished.
She heard the bell of the elevator, signaling the opening of the doors, and she stepped into the cold metal box. She absent mindedly hit the button for the ground floor, and felt the soft groan as the elevator lurched into action. She stared at the floor, and once more, her mind drifted back to thoughts of Derek. I wonder what he's doing right now? Oh please, get a grip Meredith. This is getting pathetic. Can you contemplate thinking of something else for one minute? But she laughed despite herself. There was nothing else to think of at this moment. No matter how hard she tried, there was no escaping her feelings for that man.
She continued to look at the floor, not even glancing up when the doors opened at the next floor, and a figure stepped in.
Crap.
Without even looking, she sensed it was him. It was weird how he had that affect on her. Finally, she drew her eyes up and met his. Sure enough, there was Derek Shepherd, smiling longingly at her. Yep, as it turned out, there certainly was no escaping him.