The kids were in bed in the second room of the suite she was staying in. She was sitting in front of window watching the rain fall over the city. She stood up as she wiped the tears from her eyes and sniffled. The suitcase was flipped open. She walked over to it and dug through her clothes until she hit the bottom. Carefully sitting wedged between two shirts sat a picture; the only picture that could calm her when she was upset. She pulled it out and carried it close to her chest to the seat by the window. The cushion let out a puff of air as she sat down. She pulled the picture away from her chest and let her hands rest in her lap. It was a simple picture that was taken over three years ago, but it was a picture of him. It was the only picture of him that she had. Her fingers lightly traced his face. The tears came rushing back to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

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The elevator dinged and the doors slide open. She gave a short, sad smile to Derek who was standing in the back of the elevator with his back pressed against the wall. He gave a smile back as the doors slid together again.

"Good Morning," Derek said.

"Defiantly not a good morning," She mumbled.

"Why? You look tired."

"I didn't sleep last night."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing"

"Meredith, you don't look good."

"I know, okay? I know." She snapped. "Because I can't be happy. Because Mark is god knows where. And I'm in love with him. Okay? Because I haven't had sex in two and a half years. I have two kids. Two wonderful kids and I love them with all that I am, but I don't have Mark. They don't have a father." Her eyes were of tears as she took a deep breath. He leaned over and hit the stop button.

"Okay," He said quietly. She slide down the back wall and pulled her knees to her chest. Tears started to roll down her cheeks. "Meredith." He crouched down in front of her. She looked up at him. He quickly wrote something down on the back of a prescription paper. "This is Mark's parent's number. They might know where he is."

She took the piece of paper in her hand and nodded.

"Okay?" He said. She nodded again as he hit the stop button again before helping her up.

"Thank you, Derek."