September 20, 2006- 8:30pm

Derek really didn't know what was going on. He couldn't get her off of his mind. He hadn't been this attracted to someone, well, since he met his wife. Wife. That's the woman he should be thinking of, but oddly he's not. He got out of his car and looked at his watch. He was already late and he was supposed to be home with Mark and Addi. For some reason, hanging out with them two didn't seem all that appealing. Besides, if he drank at home they would want to know why. What was he supposed to say? Tell them that he's trying to drink away the thoughts of a woman he just met?

Derek opened the door to the bar and his eyes immediately found golden brown hair sitting at the bar, taking a shot. She was watching two other interns he recognized over at the dartboard. Derek made his way over to her and sat down next to her. He was going to say something, but he loved her laugh and he didn't want her to stop. When she finally looked back towards him, she seemed a little surprised, but her face quickly softened to a smile as she spoke, "So now you stalk your interns."

"I'm not stalking you."

"This? This is stalking," she said smiling.

"Single malt scotch," Derek said to the bartender before turning his attention back to Meredith, "I'm not stalking you."

"Stop smiling like that."

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like you are thinking about taking advantage of me."

Derek laughed, "I'm not thinking about anything."

"Just stop it."

"Fine," Derek said trying to hide is smile.

"You suck at not smiling," Meredith said smiling as well, "You really should stop. You're married. And I have a boyfriend."

"A boyfriend? Really? This boyfriend of yours lets you go to bars alone and talk to stalking neurosurgeons?" Derek asked before taking a sip of his drink.

"Well, he trusts me."

"I think you're making him up."

Meredith smiled and raised an eyebrow, "Why would I be making up a boyfriend?"

"You're the one doing it."

"He's not made up. Like I said, he trusts me. Besides, I'm here with my friends and he's working. He's a vet," Meredith said.

"A vet?" Derek asked.

"Yes, a vet," Meredith said watching as Derek's expression changed, "Do you have a problem with vets?"

"Me? Of course not."


September 20, 2006- 9pm

"It's nine o'clock. He said he'd be home at six," Addison said worried as she paced around her living room.

"Addison, sit down. He probably just got called into surgery. Just calm down. We can have dinner without him," Mark said looking at his watch, "Well, dessert now."

"Why didn't he call? He used to call."

"Addison," Mark said grabbing her arm and pulling her to the couch, "Just calm down. You know sometimes we can't get away to call. Things just happen really quickly at the hospital sometimes."

Addison took a deep breath, "You're probably right."

"Of course I am. Now I'll get us some desert and some wine. Derek can join us when he gets off," Mark said getting up, leaving Addison in the living room.


September 20, 2006- 10pm

Meredith walked into her bedroom and fell on the bed. She felt like some crazy teenager infatuated with some schoolboy. Only this was different. Much Different. And complicated. Very complicated. She couldn't even figure out why she was attracted to him. After all, he was older than her. Obviously. Not that he looked older, but he was a known neurosurgeon and she was an intern. It was obvious that he was older than her. And he was married. Plus, she wasn't even single.

As that thought ran through her head her phone rang. She picked herself up and grabbed her purse that she'd dropped on her dresser and dug her phone out. She looked at the caller ID and it said Finn. She couldn't figure out why she was disappointed.


September 20, 2006- 10:20pm

Derek walked into his house and heard laughter from his living room. He shut the door and placed his brief case down as he heard his wife's footsteps running towards him. "I've been worried about you! What happened? You're four hours late!" she said as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Sorry, I had a surgery," he lied.

She almost believed him until she kissed him, "You have alcohol on your breath," she said accusingly.

"I stopped at Joe's afterwards. I thought you two might of stopped there. I just grabbed a scotch a left," Derek said as he hung his coat up, "I think I'm going to go up to bed."

Derek headed upstairs and her behind, almost not caring whether she doubted his story or not. He heard Mark leave and then Addison's footsteps again as he got into bed. As he drifted off to sleep, he felt his wife's arms around him and he couldn't help but wish they were someone else's.