Mark rolled his neck, checking over Elizabeth's labs for the seventh time

Mark rolled his neck, checking over Elizabeth's labs for the seventh time. His eyes were drooping shut and he knew that if he did not get some caffeine in him, he would surely pass out right then and there. He slowly got up, wobbling a bit before the dizziness in his head dissolved and walked towards the door. He grabbed onto the hinge, glancing to the right and left before proceeding towards the elevators. He pressed the DOWN button, holding onto it a little longer than he should. The doors instantly clicked open and he stumbled into them. He watched as the lights flickered on and off at the top of the lift, each signaling a certain number. He leaned back against the rail, slowly drifting off into a light sleep. Suddenly, the doors clicked open, his head shot back up, and he began to walk casually to the coffee cart. No one was there, which was understandable for this hour of the night. He poured a steaming hot cup of coffee, holding the liquid up to his face. He took a deep sigh, inhaling the sweet aroma of the drink. After taking a few heavy gulps, he felt reenergized and ready to tackle anything that this patient would throw at him. He opted to take the stairs and began to slowly jog up them, blinking off his sleepiness. After he reached the fourth floor, he began to regret not taking the elevators. Soon, his jog turned into a walk, and by the time he reached the twelfth floor, the coffee was gone from his cup and his eyes felt just as sleepy as before. He stretched out his hands, yawning loudly as he walked towards his patient's room, tossing the empty cup into a trash can. He stepped inside, squinting at the bright lights in the room compared to the rather dark hospital. Rubbing his eyes he looked out to his patient…

…except she was no longer there.

Meredith stretched out her body on the bed, smiling lightly as she dug her face into the warm pillow. The scent of laundry detergent and lilacs eased up into her nostrils as she pulled the covers over her aching body. It had been a long day; too long. She steadied her breathing and eventually went into a light sleep, her snores taking over. She was about to drift off when a light sound came from her window. Her eyes shot open and she haphazardly rolled out of bed, rolling up the seemingly stuck window.

"What?" she whispered into the night, half asleep yet fully aware of her surroundings. "Whose there?"

"It's uhm…Anthony," the voice whispered back.

"Wait what?!" Meredith yelled, now fully awake. "What are you doing?!"

"Look I'm not a stalker and I'm not crazy," he nervously said, running a hand through his thick hair. "It's just that my stomach was all knotty and I couldn't go to sleep cause I kept thinking about your damn smile and you have just completely taken over my thoughts and that is scaring the shit out of me because I barely know you!" He tucked his hands into his jeans. "I'm never like this. Seriously, never. And if I were you I would totally call the cops. But I'm hoping you don't because I don't have that much money for bail."

Meredith grinned in spite of herself. "Well," she started, her voice soft, "What do you want then?"

"A fresh start?"

She leaned over the edge, smiling into the night. "Hi. My name's Meredith."

"Anthony," he laughed. "Pleasure to meet you."

"Pleasure to meet you as well," she mocked, backing away from the ledge. "Oh and Anthony?"

"Yeah?" he asked, a smile still engraved on his face.

"Um," she hesitated before taking in a breath and saying, "You could come in…if you like." She bit her lower lip, contemplating whether the statement was completely stupid or completely necessary.

"Actually," he started, backing away, "I just met you. We should probably take it slow." He grinned, winking before disappearing from her sight.

Derek shook beneath the warm covers of the on call room, sweat dripping from his face. He could feel the heat of his body slowly disintegrating, yet whenever he pressed his palm to his forehead, rushes of heat and perspiration would flow onto it. Something was not right. He looked at his palm, a slash of blood cut right through the middle. He clenched his fist, tucking it under the pillow. He swallowed hard, his body still violently shaking. He couldn't control it. He stumbled out of the bed, flicking on the switch. He glanced at himself in the mirror, his face so pale it seemed almost invisible. The blood rushing to his head caused him to wobble from side to side. A nagging pain stuck at his heart, forcing him to pull at his shirt. Quick, light tears and whimpers began to erupt from his mouth as the pain increased inch by inch.

"Oh God," he groaned, falling onto the cool ground. Suddenly, his shaking became less and less violent, his whimpering seemed to disappear, his eyes began to slowly drift shut…

…and his heart stopped working.

Mark stared at the empty bed, the creases of his patient's body still engraved into the sheets. The coffee cup slowly slipped from his hands; splashes of hot liquid jumped from the floor, hitting the bottom of his scrubs. He instantly pulled out his pager, dialing Derek's number. He would know what to do. He began to pace the room, running through the memories in his brain. He left to get coffee. He was only gone for five minutes! How could something have happened?! Unless…unless someone kidnapped her? He quickly checked around the bed, looking for any evidence that someone other than himself was in the room. He glanced under the bed, his eyes catching a mattered baseball cap. He snatched it, examining it from all angles. He checked the tag. Nothing. Shoving it into the pocket of his lab coat, he dialed Derek's extension number again.

"What the hell Derek!" Mark yelled to himself, seeing no response. He cursed under his breath, wondering whether to call Meredith about this. What would she say? What would she do but blame him? He didn't lose his patient. He couldn't have. Yet, in the back of his mind, the thought that he did still lingered.

"You are ridiculous!"

Mark looked up, hearing the yelling and cursing of…Rose?

"I'm ridiculous?!" the young man questioned, throwing his arms up. "Rose, I want a divorce!"

Mark leaned his head against the doorframe, listening intently to the conversation.

"Shhh!" Rose instructed, glancing nervously around the room. "Please don't say that. No one knows I was married."

"Then just divorce me! No one will have to know!" He spat back, making no attempt to lower his voice.

"Okay, okay," she surrendered, slowly backing away, her lips quivering. "But," she whispered, shaking her head, "Why do you want this so bad now?" The tears were filling in her eyes, and Mark could almost hear the rapid beating of her seemingly broken heart.

He sighed, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "I met someone."

She snorted, wiping her nose with the back of her sleeve. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Please…" he began, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Please do this one last thing for me."

She licked her lips, hesitantly looking up at the man before her. She still loved him. She knew that. Even after her little infatuation with Derek, she knew that she still loved him. How could she just throw that all away? "Fine," she murmured, trying her best to control the tears as she scribbled her name on the piece of paper he handed to her. "Fine."

"Thank you Rose," he replied, tucking the paper beneath his arm. "This means a lot."

"Just leave," she sobbed, quickly wiping away the tears that were escaping. "Just leave Anthony."

A/N: TOLD YOU I HAD SURPIRSES!! Haha so Anthony is really Rose's soon to be ex HUSBAND, not fiancé, whom she is STILL in love with!! And on top of that she lied about him being her fiancé! Hmmm I wonder why? Think on that. AND Anthony and Meredith are now heating it up (but Meredith does not know that Anthony was with Rose, and Anthony does not know that Meredith even knows Rose or works at the same hospital) while Derek is DEAD (OMFG! WHAT THE HECK KILLED HIM?!), and Mark's patient is kid-napped and GAH!! It's getting really intense and it will only get more intense when Mark and (hopefully) Derek find out that Meredith is now involved with yet ANOTHER man. (and do not think for a second she abandoned Derek or Mark.) Because now that Derek is in this trouble and so is Mark…well, you will just have to wait and see. So please review…long ones too!!