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Chapter title is a song by The Police

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She took one last look in the mirror before leaving for the hospital. Her face looked like it still needed an hour or two of sleep but, unfortunately for Meredith, bailing on her first day of her third year of residency was not an option. Besides, she missed the energy emerging from the O.R, the rush of having a scalpel in her hand. So yes, she was tired, but also excited.

"Meredith, are you coming?", yelled Cristina from the living room.

"I'll be right there!", she yelled back. She turned off the light and made her way downstairs.

When she arrived to the first floor, she noticed Izzie and Cristina were waiting for inside her car.

Meredith stretched as she stepped outside. It was still somewhat dark, which was expected at four in the morning. The streetlights were still on and the neigbourhood was earily quiet. She locked the door and moved towards the car. Right before getting inside the driver seat, she glanced at the house across the street.

Hmm. The lights on the second floor are on. Why would Derek Scott be up at four? Maybe he's just a morning person.

She got inside her car and drove off, not giving it a second thought.

Had Meredith stayed just a minute more, she might have seen Derek's face peeking out of the blinds, watching over her.

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"How are things going?", Derek asked, his cell phone pressed against his ear. He was sitting at the edge of his new bed, one of the few pieces of furniture inside the room. A single green pillow, a white sheet and a black comforter were neatly placed on the mattress.

"Everything went fine. Mrs. Grey and the husband are at work and it's been quiet for some time now. I'm alone with the housekeeping staff. You?", Mark casually replied from the other end of the line.

"Same. They just left for work and I called Mike earlier; he's at the hospital. He had the I.D. card and the uniform so he'll completely blend in."

"Good. When do they get off work?", Mark asked.

"At nine. Mike will call me when they leave.", Derek answered.

"And what was the delicious Izzie wearing this morning?", he asked with curiosity.

"Goodbye Mark.", Derek chuckled before hanging up.

He walked over to the window and slighty parted the blinds so he could observe the street. He noticed Meredith's car was not parked in front of the house anymore.

He took out his cellphone once again and dialed a familiar number.

"Mike, the car just left. Go downstairs near the main entrance, they should be there in 25 minutes."

"Okay, I'll call you later.", Mike replied.

Derek put his cellphone back into his jeans pocket. His favorite jeans. His sisters had bought them for him in a desperate attempt at initiating him to fashion. Derek Sheperd was simple man. The latest trends and the hottest designers mattered very little to him. Nevertheless, he loved those jeans. Not because they were designed by Marc Jacobs but because everytime he wore them, it reminded him of how much he loved his four sisters.

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Meredith, Izzie and Cristina walked inside the hospital, smiling and laughing. Today was the day they'd finally go back to work. Of course, they had only been gone for a week but surgery was like a drug to them and the residents were definitely in withdrawal. They arrived in front of the elevator and Cristina pressed the button. A red-headed nurse was waiting not too far from the lift as well as as a tall, greying man in a janitor uniform.

"Mer, I almost forgot. Yesterday, Mrs. Patton asked me to tell you something!", Izzie exclaimed.

"What? We've only been back for day! What does she want from me?", sighed Meredith, sensing she might not like what her friend had to say.

The elevator doors opened and all five people stepped inside.

"Remember her neighbourhood watch thing? Well, it's your turn tonight.", Izzie replied.

"What?! Why me?", Meredith whined. Even though she had a short shift today, she knew for a fact she'd be exhausted at the end of it.

"Because she said so. You know how annoying she gets when people don't obey her precious rules. ", Izzie mocked. "She'll drive you crazy if you don't do it. Besides, you owe her for that time she agreed not to call the cops on you after you ran outside naked."

"Izzie!", she hissed, as the nurse gave her a disapproving stare. "I was not in my right state of mind at that moment."

"You were completely wasted!", Cristina said in an amused tone. "Good times."

"Okay, fine.", Meredith resigned. "But I can't go alone."

"Of course not, you'll be paired up with Mr. Jones.", Izzie replied. "He'll be waiting for you at nine thirty in front of the house."

The doors opened and all its occupants except for the nurse got out. The three residents walked in direction of their lounge. Unberknowst to them, a janitor, the same one they had just shared an elevator ride with was following them, closely listening to their conversation.

"Wow! A tiny woman and an old, overweight man. That'll surely scare away all the burglars away!.", she said with sarcasm.

"Mer, all you have to do is walk around the block once or twice and call the cops if you anything 'll be over before you know it.", assured Izzie.

Meredith sighed as they entered resident's lounge to prepare for the day.

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The janitor walked away from the lounge while taking his cellphone and dialing a number.

"Mike, what's going on?", Derek said from the other end of the line.

"Nothing much, I just thought you should know something. Grey has to do some sort of neighbourhood watch tonight with a certain Mr. Jones. He'll be waiting in front of her house at nine thirty."

She is not making this easy for me!

"Alright, thanks for the heads-up, I'll take care of it."

Mike put the cellphone back in his pocket. He took out a cloth from his other pocket and started cleaning a glass door nearby the lounge.

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Derek glanced at his watch before crossing the street.

10h57

He walked on the pathway leading to the Pattons' front door. He rang the bell and waited for someone to come.

"Can I help you?", a slender middle-aged woman with a deep Southern accent said as she opened the door.

"Yes. My name is Derek Scott, I moved in yesterday.", he answered, pointing to his house.

"I'm Irene Patton, nice to meet you.", Mrs. Patton replied as she extended his hand. Derek shook it and smiled.

"Nice to meet you too. I actually came here because of the neighbourhood watch. I heard some people talking about it."

"Yes, I started it a couple years ago.", she explained. "I had to do something, the crime rates in this city are ridiculous!"

"What a great initiative.", Derek complimented. The older woman giggled, shaking her brown locks."I wanted to know if I could help out."

"Really?", she said, her smile growing wider. "I'll put you on the list then, ."

On the list? That's not good enough.

"Well, Mrs. Patton, I was wondering if I could do it tonight.", he requested, flashing on of his dreamy smiles."You see, it would give me a chance to get aquainted with the area."

The woman seemed to think about for a second of two before speaking.

"It's not really the way I do things but I'll make an exception just for you.", she said, putting her hand on his arm.

Is she hitting on me?, he thought, raising an eyebrow at her touch.

"Mr. Jones was supposed to do it but I'll call him to cancel. You'll be paired with Meredith Grey, she lives right there.", replied, pointing to the house next to hers. "Be there at nine thirty."

"Thank you very much, .", he replied, once again giving her one of his famous smiles.

"No, thank you, Mr. Scott.". She gave him a wink and closed the door.

She was definitely hitting on me, he thought as he walked back to his house.