-1One long arm, slightly tanned, reaches out from under a pale blue and white plaid comforter. Slender fingers pat along the floor, then wrap around the hand set of a black cordless phone. The arm, as well as the phone disappear back under the comforter.
"Hello," Izzie mumbles, her voice husky with sleep. "What? Meredith…slow down…I can't understand… Oh my God!" The comforter falls to floor as the girl lying under it bolts upright. Pushing her hair off her face Izzie tumbles off the bed. "Mere…where are you? Please. Mere…I need you calm down…I need you tell me where you are!"
Heart pounding, Izzie spins in a circle, her frantic eyes searching out a pair of shoes. She can't find any. Damn it. Just her luck. She would put every pair up on the one night she needed them. Screw it. Grunting a bit, she lifts the window, leaning her head out. Damn. Two stories had never looked as high as they did now. "Mere," she whispers, "I'm going to come get you okay? I have to hang up now though. I'll call back. I promise." Tears burn her eyes as she clicks the end button. Taking a deep breath, she leans out the window, the sill cutting into her abdomen. She grunts a bit, grappling for the thick tree limb two feet out. One her arms were wrapped around it, she eases the rest of her body out. She fights the urge to scream when her legs miss the V and scrape against the rough bark. Lifting one long leg, she regains her footing. She could do this. Meredith needed her. She had to do this. For Meredith.
Climbing down the tree wasn't as easy as she had thought it would it be. How Mhari had ever done it in a dress and heels was beyond her. The grass was cold on her bare feet, and the pink camisole and white board shorts did little to protect her from the cool Massachusetts night. Wrapping her arms around her waist she dashes across the field separating Robbins House from Forbes. Her mind races, trying to remember which window Addison had knocked on. It was on the back side, first floor, she knew that much, and there had been a red pot with a small cactus in it. The cactus! That was it. She would just look for the cactus. She found it in the fourth window.
Izzie taps lightly on the glass, her heart pounding. Biting her lip, she taps louder. From inside the room she can hear a loud thump, followed by a curse. The blind raises up, a squinted eyed Alex glaring out at her. The glare turns to a grin as he lifts the window. "Hey," he whispers, leaning out the window slightly. When his gaze lingers on her chest, she looks down. Her cheeks flame when she realizes the material of her top is almost translucent and the cold night air had turned her nipples hard. She crosses her arms over her chest. He had the good sense to avert his gaze.
"Do you have a car?" She steps closer to the brick building as a cool breeze drifts between the buildings. A shiver racks through her slender body.
"Yeah. Why?" He covers a yawn, then shakes his head a bit, trying to wake up.
"Can I explain inside?" Her teeth were chattering and over her shoulder she could see the campus security guard vehicle coming. Alex moves the small cactus aside, then leans out to help haul her into the room. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. It looked almost identical to her room, only with one bed instead of two. The bedding was to dark to tell what color it was exactly. She wasn't sure why she kept staring at the bed, she just couldn't seem to look away. "Meredith and Cristina snuck off. Some party at Boston University. The Pi Kappa Alpha house."
Alex wrinkles his brow. "Why would they go there?" The question was slightly muffled as he tugged a long sleeved shirt over his head. Reaching back into the open drawer he tosses another one to Izzie. "Here."
"Thanks." She smiles faintly, pulling the soft thermal shirt on. "I'm not sure why Meredith went. Cristina went to get laid though" The room falls silent. She can feel the heat creeping up her cheeks. "Meredith was suppose to use my window to get back inside…cause I have a tree…and… she never came. She called though. A few minutes ago. I couldn't understand her at Alex. She kept crying. Saying something about not feeling good…having sex but not remembering…" Before she could help it the tears were burning her eyes again. "I'm scared. I think some one…I think….I think something happened to her." Her hair falls around her face as she looks down at her bare feet. There was bits of grass stuck to them. Great. She was not only an emotional train wreck at the moment, but her feet looked gross as well.
"Hey," Alex tilts her chin up. "It's going to fine. I promise."
Izzie smiles, blinking about the tears. She wanted to believe him, would love to believe him, yet she couldn't. Something had happened to her best friend, something she was to scared to even voice allowed.