Title: Forever And A Day
Author: Sara and Lizzie
Rating: T for language, and sex
Disclaimer: We don't own Grey's.
Summary: Sequel To 'A Little Something Called Forever'. Meredith and Derek are married. The former interns are now residents. We're not sure on all the details yet, but look for disaster, chaos, a huge life threatening situation in the hospital, and lots of Mer/Der amazingness.
Author's Note: We're gambling here. We just wanted a sequel. So review. Review with thoughts, opinions and ideas. Review.
This is our last cute, yay, happy chapter before things get dramatic. Next chapter something serious is going to happen to Mer, followed by the person behind it. Followed by more drama.
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"Let's keep it together,
can we keep it together?"
-Guster
It was bad news. It was the Preston Burke bad news face. Eyes cast downward, mouth in a thin line, jaw set, and shoulders tense. Cristina knew that look. You don't become the next Chief Of Surgery's fiancée and not know what their bad news face looks like.
She walked up to him, and extended the cappuccino she'd picked up for him. "What's up?" she asked, doing her best supportive act.
His frown deepened and his brow furrowed. He accepted the coffee and murmured his thanks. "It's Meredith's test results." He said. Cristina's face now matched his. Two furrowed brows, two tight lipped frowns.
"I thought she was getting better."
Burke nodded. "She was."
"Past tense recovery?"
Another nod. "Fever's up, lung function is down. She's getting worse."
"She's still on her medications."
Burke looked at Cristina, nodding absent mindedly. "Let's go." He said.
Cristina followed him, and almost crashed into his back when he stopped short of Meredith's door. They both hovered in the door way, watching the scene inside. Derek was sitting on Meredith's bed, and they were both laughing, almost hysterically, with a laptop open on Meredith's lap.
Derek looked up. "Preston!" he boomed. "Cristina! Come in. See my beautiful wife!" His smile was enormous, and contagious.
"What's so funny?" Burke asked, clapping Derek on the shoulder.
Meredith spun the laptop toward him. "Nurse Debbie's blog." She said, giggling.
Burke screwed up his face. "Nurse Debbie has a blog?" he asked incredulously.
Cristina sat down on the other side of Meredith. "Sad. But unfortunately also true." She confirmed.
Burke shook his head. "That woman has entirely too much time on her hands."
With the commotion in the room gone, nothing was left to distract Burke from what he had to say. He inhaled and exhaled, and looked at Meredith.
"Meredith, I have some news."
Meredith looked down. "Is this about the fever?"
Derek's head snapped up. "There's a fever? You told me you were fine. You didn't mention a fever." He placed his palm on her forehead and on her cheeks.
"And that is why." She said, rolling her eyes. "It's nothing Preston."
"It's not just the fever, Meredith." Burke said gently. "Your lung function is decreasing. You're getting worse."
Meredith shook her head. "That's impossible."
Burke sat on the bed too. "Meredith, I have your charts. It's very possible."
Without either one of them looking anywhere but at Burke, Derek's hand found Meredith's quickly. Preston looked at his friends. "We need to look more closely at how this happened, something we've been essentially ignoring until now." He said; his voice calm and gentle.
Meredith nodded. "How do you get poisoned by silver?"
"That's just it. It's very hard unless…." He trailed off, not sure how to say it. Once it was out there in the universe, there would be a backlash. That much, he knew. Once you said something like what he was about to say, things fell apart.
Cristina was too quick for his hesitation. "Unless someone poisons you on purpose." She said.
Burke nodded. "Exactly." He said. "Meredith, Derek. I think it's time we called the police."
"Hello, Dr. Yang. I'm Detective Amy Cramer, and this is my partner Kevin Slater."
Cristina smiled at them. "Look, you guys seem nice, and competent, but she's my best friend. My maid of honor. If someone's poisoning her, I want you to nail them."
Detective Cramer smiled. "We'll try to do just that." She said. "Now, Dr. Grey…" she trailed off. "Or is it Shepherd?"
"It's Meredith Shepherd. And Dr. Grey."
"She uses her maiden name here, why?"
"To avoid confusion. He's head of neurology, she's a nuero resident. It was cause chaos beyond belief." The detectives smiled, and the three occupants of the room looked up as Burke entered, followed closely by Chief Webber.
"Dr. Burke, Dr. Webber." Slater said.
"Detectives." Chief said. "You wanted us here?"
Cramer nodded. "We just wanted to get as much information from her friends and colleagues as we can, doctors."
"Tell us about Dr. Grey's relationship with her husband."
Burke and Webber looked at Cristina. "They were together, about eight years ago. He chose his wife over her, and moved to New York. He came back and she was engaged to Paul Williams, and chose Derek. They've been married for almost three years. Why is this relevant?"
Detective Cramer looked down. "We just need to make sure we don't overlook anyone."
Chief Webber shook his head. "There is no way that Derek Shepherd could have done this. He'd die before he'd hurt her."
The detectives nodded. "We'll need to talk to him, never the less.
Derek sat down across from the two detectives, clutching a cup of coffee.
"You're going to find who's doing this to her, right?" he said before they could ask him anything.
Slater nodded. "We're sure as hell going to try."
Cramer looked at him. "So, Dr. Shepherd. Derek. Tell us about Meredith."
"Meredith. She's my wife. She's my rock. She's my world. I know you think I did this to her. But when you've been through what Meredith and I have been through...if you knew, even half of it, you'd know. There's no way."
He paused and took a confident sip of his coffee. "You can dig into whatever you want." He said standing. "She's the love of my life." With that, he left the conference room.
"We talked to your ex-husband."
Addison laughed. "There's no way he did this." She said, looking at the cops. "No way what so ever."
Cramer nodded. "That's what everyone keeps saying."
"I can understand, you know. Why you don't get it." Addison said. "God, I don't even get it sometimes. This whole…Seattle thing. Go ahead. Accuse Derek. Accuse anyone in the family, the Seattle family. The wagons will circle. Cause that's what they are, you know. A family."
"And what about you, Dr. Montgomery? Where do you fit into the family?"
"Meredith Shepherd is going to be my maid of honor. I'm in the family. I might not be here every day, but I get it. And I'm on the inside."
Addison stood up. "You should find who did this to her." She said, leaving the room.
The detectives looked at each other. "Right." Slater said, looking at the closed door. "What are you thinking?"
Cramer shrugged. "It's not the husband. It's not the friends. They'd die for her, especially Shepherd and Montgomery, and they were one and two on our list."
Slater looked through the file. "I guess we move onto the interns then."
In front of the board, Burke, Cristina, Addison, Mark and Derek held court. "I don't get it." Derek said. "I can't see it from any other angles. All I see is my wife dying. I can't get any other perspective."
Mark clapped him on the shoulder. "Hey," he said reassuringly. "This is what the cops are here for. This is what we're here for."
Addison shook her head and started pacing. "How would someone get poison in her system? Food, medication or liquid."
"So who gets her coffee?" Mark asked.
Burke and Cristina looked at each other, and at the coffees in all of both of their hands, as well as Addison and Derek's.
Burke grabbed Cristina's cup before she got to where his thoughts were. "You're all going to want to stop drinking."