The sun's blocked by clouds and buildings when we all leave the police headquarters the next morning. It's raining; short spurts of sprinkles every once and a while, making Addison and I regret not buying umbrella's at the hotel gift shop. Meredith latches onto my arm and Addison hooks her arm somewhat hesitantly through Mark's, and we begin to walk the full eleven blocks back to the hotel, because they insist that they need to be outside. One night in jail and they're already pleading for air.

They have a trial a couple of weeks from now, but until then they're free, free to stay in New York until then. Of course, there was still the hospital to consider. With me, the temporary chief, gone, along with the real chief and head of OB/GYN, it wasn't too far-fetched to assume that we each had inboxes full of calls waiting for us once we finally got around to checking our phones.

"I still can't believe you guys actually got arrested for forging government documents," Addison says, addressing Mark but letting her voice carry back to Meredith and I while we walk a few feet behind them.

"What did you expect us to get arrested for?" Meredith asks.

"I don't know, I guess something a little less…playful. Like stealing a car or getting drunk in public."

I'm not ready to admit what I thought they were arrested for, because that would force me to admit that I flew across the country to make sure they weren't having sex on some bench in Central Park.

"But those aren't nearly as fun," Meredith teases, "how many people can say they've been arrested for what we've been arrested for?"

Addison laughs, probably as relieved as I am that this trip turned out to be completely, utterly innocent; disregarding the arrest, of course. It's nice to know that it was just parking tickets, and that they were with Savvy and Weiss. I'd rather picture all three of them at just the right amount of drunk while Meredith happily joins in- despite the fact that she's sober- than just the two of them; Mark completely wasted, in a bar somewhere with absolutely no supervision.

It starts to shower and we all start to jog, laughing while Meredith attempts to cover up her recently- turned- see-through shirt.

"Damnit!" She cries, three blocks away from the hotel, "This could land me back in the slammer for indecent exposure."

I pull her closer, rubbing her cold, clammy arms and grinning at having her back. Addison and Mark keep throwing glances over their shoulders back at us, as if making sure we're keeping up. Mark weaves his fingers easily with Addison's, bringing her hand up to his lips in a chaste, out of character gesture that leaves me momentarily stunned.

"He is capable of intimacy, you know," she mutters into my ear.

"I'm well aware," I growl back, glaring unnecessarily at the couple with their back's to us.

"He's your best friend," she says, and I ignore her, stubbornly keeping my eyes focused directly in front of me.

When we finally make it to the hotel, we punch the numbers on the elevators and wait for it to start, our hair clinging to our faces and shoulders. Meredith's teeth are chattering, and we hurry down the hall to our room, saying a quick, hurried goodbye to Mark and Addison.

"I've missed New York," Meredith says, in a low, sighing, voice while I'm sliding the key into the slot on the door and she's leaning against the wall, "So many things happen here."

"Yeah, I've actually realized how much I miss it, too."

She kisses me lightly, and I brush my hand just as lightly against her abdomen, feeling the slight bump that's beginning to form, her clammy skin. The light turns green and we stumble through the door, fumbling for buttons.

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The next morning I groan, rolling over onto my back and squinting at the light streaming in through the blinds. My head falls to the side, my eyes shifting to rest on Meredith's neck naturally, like this was what I'd be doing for the rest of my life. She groans, too, shifting slightly under the sheets and snoring softly, throwing one arm over her eyes, her fingers entangling in her hair sleepily. I push myself off the bed, hearing the sharp crack of my knees resound against the walls. My feet pad noiselessly against the carpet and I switch on the light of the bathroom, waiting as the fluorescent lights over the sink take a moment, flickering to life with a hum. I stare into the smooth glass of the mirror, rubbing my eyes tiredly and turning the knob of the sink Yawning, I run my hands under the water and bring them up to my face, feeling cool water meet warm skin. The door creaks open revealing a ruffled, exhausted Meredith Grey, clutching the sheet to herself shyly and stifling a yawn.

"You know, I've seen all of that before," I say coyly, motioning breezily to her outfit.

She glares, tucking it elegantly around herself and stepping over to the mirror.

"Remind me never to have sex after spending a night in jail," she mumbles, stealing my toothpaste and toothbrush just as I'm reaching for it.

"I will do no such thing," I say, "You might be spending a lot of time in jail over the next few years."

She elbows me in the ribs, right above the waistband of my boxers, "Careful, or I may never have sex with you again," she says, in an all-too-serious voice.

"You wouldn't!"

"I might," she shrugs, mouth full of toothpaste. In a quick flick of my wrist, water's streaming from the shower head.

"What if I promised you that I'd do the bendy-thing in the shower?"

She smiles again, one of those smiles that leaves me wondering why I haven't proposed to her, yet.

"Then I'd have to reconsider, I guess," she murmurs against my lips, letting the sheet slip down, landing on the floor with a soft breath of air.

AN: I finally updated! (It's only been like four days but that's a long time for me…) Review!!!!