"What the hell happened to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Mugged?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Good morning Dr. Sloan," George said, walking up. "Dr. Bailey said I'm assigned to you today."

"O'Malley, right?"

"Right."

"What happened to your forehead," Mark looked at the bruise on George's forehead.

"I got elbowed last night."

"Torres?"

"No! Uh, him," George nodded to Derek who was doing a remarkable impression of Houdini as he tried to disappear.

"Derek, I thought I was the only one who beat up on interns."

"He attacked a friend at Joe's and Alex and I were trying to get them apart."

"I did not attack anybody! That overgrown boy scout attacked me!"

"I wouldn't let Mere hear you call him that."

"I am definitely missing something," Mark nodded. "C'mon O'Malley, coffee's on me but don't tell Karev."

"Okay."

"Unbelievable."

"Derek, I just heard something I cannot believe. You got into a bar fight with an ex-Marine last night?"

"Addison, not now," Derek groaned and walked away.

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"They got into a fight." Meredith repeated to herself as she shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth. She then looked at Callie and Cristina, who were sitting on the couch next to her, and passed the bowl to them. "They got into a fight."

Cristina shrugged, taking some popcorn and passing the bowl on to the surgeon. "You had two guys fighting over you, you should be happy."

"Two hot guys fighting over you," Callie corrected, and Meredith wrinkled her nose.

"Derek, maybe, but Danny?" she asked. "I don't think so. He's like my brother. And he's taken by Dee, anyway. She got to him first."

"I don't think I'd be able to live with that rule if I lived over in Vegas," Callie said thoughtfully. "You know, with Casey and Mike and Danny there…"

"Stop it!" Meredith exclaimed, laughing as she threw some popcorn past Cristina at Callie.

"Well, it's true," Callie retorted, pushing her hair back from her face. "But back to Danny and Derek. I mean, they've got issues."

"Meredith," Cristina said, looking at her friend, "stop being an issue. They cause bar fights and nobody likes issues. Especially Joe."

Meredith giggled, remembering the angry Joe from the bar earlier, watching at the marine and the neuro surgeon battled it out in front of him. "Who do you think got the blackest eye?"

"Derek," Callie stated. "Danny was a marine; he could have killed the guy if he wanted to."

"He probably did want to," Cristina said, grabbing some popcorn from the bowl which had made its way back to Meredith. "But then he knew that Meredith would probably kill him after."

"And then Dee would kill me," Meredith sighed. "It's a vicious cycle."

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"Nice eye," Miranda observed as she stood next to the attending.

"I am still your boss and as such I am invoking a rule. You cannot mention my eye to me."

"Fine." Miranda peered around him to see Alex grinning at a chart. "Karev?"

"Yes, Dr. Bailey?"

"How'd Shepherd get the black eye?"

"He got into a bar fight with Mere's big brother."

"How is Danny?"

"Bruised. Dr. Shepherd gave him a black eye too."

"Really?" Miranda looked at Derek, "And is Dr. Grey still speaking to you?"

Derek glared at the shorter woman in response.

"I'll take that as a no. You should try ice for the eye. Don't want to scare the patients," Miranda said. "Oh, and I need you to sign this."

"What is it?"

"A letter of support for a free clinic that I'm going to open."

"You're opening a free clinic?"

"Yes."

"Don't you need financing?"

"I'll get it. I just need the department heads support first. Now, sign Dr. Shepherd."

Derek signed and handed it back. "Good luck Dr. Bailey."

"Thank you. Feel like making a donation?"

"I'll let you know." Derek walked away.

"Dr. Bailey?"

"What Karev?"

"Why don't you have some kind of fundraiser?"

"A fundraiser?"

"Yeah. They do it all the time for diseases. Why can't you do it for a free clinic? Like that ball that hospital in New York holds every year for AIDS research," Alex said. "People always need a good tax write off."

"What would you know about a tax write-off?"

"I've met a lot of whales in Vegas. All they talk about is their money and how to keep the government from taking too much of it."

"I'll remember that. Thanks Alex."

"No problem."

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"A free clinic? Really?"

"Yeah. She's getting everyone's okay and then she's gotta get the financing in place before she can open. I told her to have a fundraiser. People need tax write offs and good publicity," Alex said as he dug into his burger.

Meredith got a thoughtful look on her face.

"What are you thinking?"

"I think we should give Dr. Bailey a head start."

"How?"

"Danny owes me one and I'm sure Sam owes him one. I'm willing to bet that at least one of her clients is looking for a good tax write-off."

"Go for it Mere."

Meredith dug out her cell phone and dialed Danny.

"Hello?"

"Danny? It's Meredith."

"Hey, you're talking to me again?"

"That depends. Does Sam owe you any favors?"

"One or two, why?"

"Collect."

"How?"

"You remember Miranda Bailey?"

"Sure."

"She wants to open a free clinic. She's got the support, she just needs financial backing. Get Sam to talk to some of her clients. See who needs a good tax write off."

"Alright. I'll also talk to the staff. Maybe we can put together a donation."

"Thanks Danny."

"And if I do all this, am I forgiven?"

"Hmm, I don't know."

"Meredith," Danny whined.

"You are forgiven, stop whining. Geez," Meredith rolled her eyes.

"Thank you. Talk to you later."

"Bye," Meredith hung up and looked across the table. "Danny's in."

"Cool."

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"Dr. Grey? Phone for you," Debbie handed over the phone.

"Hello?"

"Meredith, it's Casey."

"Hey. How are you?"

"I'm fine. I talked to Danny and he told me what your boss wants to do."

"Okay."

"I messengered over a check. It should be there soon."

"Oh Casey, you didn't have to do that."

"My pleasure. Tell your boss she can count on me if she needs more."

"I will. Thank you."

"Bye."

"Bye." Meredith handed the phone back and headed for the lobby. She went to reception. "I'm Meredith Grey. Has something been delivered for me?"

"Good timing. I was just about to page you," the woman handed over an envelope.

"Thanks." Meredith went over to a couch and opened the envelope.

Meredith,

Hope Dr. Bailey can use this. See you soon.

Casey

"Grey, what are you doing down here," Miranda asked when she saw the intern. "You are feeling okay, right?"

"Just got something sent to me. It's actually for you," Meredith handed over the envelope.

"What?" Miranda opened the envelope. "This is for four million dollars."

"Yep. It's for the free clinic. He says you can count on him if you need more."

"Who does?"

"Casey Manning."

"You know Casey Manning?"

"He owns the Montecito. I didn't actually ask him. I asked Danny to see if Sam could get some of her whales to contribute. So, there's probably more coming if Sam come through."

"Whether or not she does, this is a good start. Thank you Meredith. How would I get in touch with Casey?"

"Just call the Montecito and tell them who you are. I'm sure you'll be put through."

"Alright. Now," Miranda put the check into her folder, "get back to work."

"Yes, Dr. Bailey."

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"So, are you going to hire anyone to come and do something?" Meredith asked Bailey excitedly as the interns followed the resident down the hallway.

"Give out money to get money?" Bailey said, shaking her head. "No way."

Cristina frowned. "Then what's the point?"

Bailey stopped and turned around to face the gang. "You know what interns are great for?" she asked, and they looked at her.

"What?" Meredith took a step back and stood behind Cristina. She had a feeling something was coming and that she wasn't going to like it.

"Interns are great because you can make them do a lot of stuff." Bailey grinned. "Even stuff they don't want to do."

Alex frowned. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, nudging George.

"You can't be serious," Cristina exclaimed. "You want us to sing?"

Bailey nodded. "Yep." She then titled her head to the side, thinking. "Except for Grey."

Meredith poked her head out from behind Cristina and grinned in relief. "Really?" she asked, and then paused, narrowing her eyes. "Why?" There was always a catch.

"You came up with a lot of money, so you're off the hook," Bailey replied, then looked at the other three. "Now, I was thinking that you could do a kind of singing and dance routine, because if you were thinking of doing some kind of song that you kids seem to like now which have all those drums and guitars and noise, then you'll have no surgeries for a month."

"This is slave labor," George whined as Bailey started to walk down the corridor. Cristina nodded her agreement.

"Have I ever made you fetch me coffee?" Bailey snapped, and Alex shook his head. "Then consider this a years worth of coffee."

Meredith waited till Bailey was a few steps in front of them before whispering, "Sucked in."

Cristina gave her a glare. "Shut up."