Disclaimer: I still don't own it, because if I did, Chyler Leigh wouldn't have wanted to leave it and even if she did I wouldn't have killed Lexie Grey!

This was a relatively fast update (for me anyway) so thank the fact that I am five days away from graduating high school and am done school already (: YAY!

Anyway, this chapter is a filler in most parts and will be much shorter than the previous ones. It sets up a major plot point for next chapter and gives us even more insight of the life of evil Jason Hartley!

"DR. CHANCE! DR. CHANCE!" Emily giggled as she burst out of the elevator of her therapist's office.

"Emily Elizabeth Shepherd," Meredith scolded. "Inside voice."

"You are not the only person here, other people would like quiet," Derek added. Emily looked up at her parents, clutching Beary and her hippo close to her chest.

"Fine," he gave an overdramatic sigh and sat down on a bean bag chair with a bump. Meredith and Derek shot each other an amused glance.

Today was about five days after Thanksgiving, Derek's family having returned to New York yesterday. The past couple of days had been strange bliss and they knew Emily was excited to share it with Dr. Chance. Other than her incident with the playroom, Emily had seemed like their old Emily. Unfortunately, their little girl had still not gained much of a filter when talking about her days of kidnapping. Although Emily had not been reduced to tears again, at least each of the adults had been.

However, the tears were worth it when they saw the joy on her face from their Black Friday shopping trip or the serious look she gave them, incredibly shocked that they didn't think Emily wanted to sleep with all the younger cousins in playroom like they always did.

The only time Em came close to crying was the day the Shepherd's left Seattle. Even Emily herself said she could not believe she forgot them, because she loved them so much and enjoyed her time with them. The older cousins were already very protective of her, and it was the kind of attention Emily adored.

But before she left, Emily clutched in her arms, Carolyn Shepherd made them vow they would come visit them for Christmas and Emily got excited.

"Emily, Dr. Chance is ready for you," Miss Janice said from the front desk with a smile.

"Yay," Em squealed and ran full speed towards the doctors 'office.'

"Emily Shepherd, walk," Meredith commanded and looked at Janice apologetically, however the woman simply had an amused but proud grin on her face. After all, she had watched Emily's journey too.

"Hello Miss Emily," Dr. Chance chuckled as they caught up with her. "It seems you are very excited today."

"Yes, you wanna know why?" Emily asked.

"Why?" Dr. Chance bent down.

"I named Hippo!" Emily smiled widely.

"Really," Dr. Chance gasped. "Can I know hippo's name?"

"Only you, it's a suprise fo Mommy and Daddy," Emily told her. She motioned for her to come closer and Meredith and Derek simply heard the muffled whispers. They got puzzled when Dr. Chance's eyes lit up.

Dr. Chance led Emily into her office and the full hour session was finally used. Emily talked about the Shepherd's, she talked about her playroom, she talked about how much fun she had with her cousins. Whatever Dr. Chance asked, she answered. This therapy session was, for all intents and purposes, perfect.

"Mr. and Mrs. Shepherd," Dr. Chance said at the end of the hour, Meredith and Derek were standing outside simply in awe. "You don't have to bring Emily back in for another month which honestly wouldn't have been much different because I know a little girl is about to be a flower girl in a wedding in two weeks and would have missed our session anyway."

"What?"

"Why?"

They said simultaneously.

"Emily, come tell your parents what you named Hippo," Dr. Chance laughed.

"CHANCE!" Emily exclaimed leaping into her father's arms. "My hippo's name is Chance!"

Jason looked distastefully around the hotel room he was now living in. He was ninety nine percent sure he just saw a roach crawl under the chair beside him and everything smelled of mold. Of course he couldn't complain, he was paying with cash and it was in Chicago.

"Why did I kill that bastard," Jason muttered as he looked at himself in the mirror. Ever since the Denny's incident he was in a disarray. His last pair of contacts dried up, his hair was going to fall out if he tried to dye it one more time, and he had no fake ID. It was going to cost him thousands to get one in the city, but in order to get one, he had to establish himself and it was hard to do when your real identity is wanted by the FBI for countless charges.

He grabbed his hat, put it on his head, and left the hotel room. Luckily he still had all the money in his ex-wife's bank account and his daughter's old trust fund, so he was able to go to the store to buy breakfast, not the complimentary crap the manager gave him.

It did make him a little nervous carrying around thousands of dollars on his person, but god forbid he need to leave in a hurry, the hotel was not at a very convenient place to stop by. Between that and his gun he was set to go on the run whenever he needed.

That day had been uneventful, Jason's days usually are spent people watching, to see the crime that goes down in the city and how he could take advantage of it.

He decided to take a cab back to the hotel because it was too far to walk to. Big mistake. Within five minutes of the ride, Jason and the poor cab driver got slammed into, and before Jason could protest, a large man jumped in and hissed in his ear.

"Drive," he growled pulling out a gun. The cab driver gasped and did as he was told and before Jason knew, the gun was being pulled on him too.

"Mommy lookeee!" Emily squealed and turned in a circle. The flower girl dress she had on flowed behind her, the curls in her hair bouncing right out of the bobby pins Izzie had just put in them.

"At least she's cute," Izzie muttered.

"Auntie Izzie, you sad, why?" Em pouted. They were sitting in the dressing room, getting ready for Arizona and Callie's wedding; they had no bridesmaid's because they figured there was enough girls on the altar already, but they wanted and needed Em as a flower girl. They had put off the wedding for so long, not wanting to have a wedding without one.

"Because Miss Emily, I just spent a long long time on your pretty hair and you spun right out of it," Izzie laughed.

"It's a lost cause Barbie," Cristina snorted and popped open a bottle of champagne.

"My hair not pretty," Emily shook her head and sat down with a bump. She looked at her mother and her mother simply smiled at her.

"Why isn't it pretty Em?" Lexie asked.

"It still messy from Jason," Emily muttered. The adults in the room shared a brief, sad glance. "But maybe if you try again, I promise not to spin too much."

"Your hair is very pretty Em," Izzie reassured. "But when I'm done with it it will be even prettier!"

"Otay," Emily sighed and sat in front of her Aunt again just as Arizona and Callie decided to walk out of their respective doors.

"Oh my god!" Izzie squealed.

"Aunt Callie! Aunt Zona! You both so pretty!" Emily exclaimed, both of them forgetting her hair. Cristina and Meredith looked at each other, amused.

"You are very pretty too Em," Arizona said to her. Her eyes traveled to Callie's. "Of course not a gorgeous as you."

"Little ears," Izzie hissed.

"She doesn't even know what's going on Izzie," Lexie rolled her eyes. They were right; Emily was bouncing around their feet happily, in her own little world.

"So she won't hear when I tell you that, looking at you in that dress is making me want to skip right to the honeymoon," Callie smirked.

"What's a honeymoon?" Emily asked and Cristina choked on the glass of champagne she was drinking in laughter.

"I'm gonna be sick," Meredith mumbled out of nowhere and ran towards the bathroom.

"Momma sick?" Emily whimpered.

"Jeez Grey, seeing as you were the first of all of us to get pregnant I'd think you could stomach this," Callie groaned. Tears pricked Emily's eyes as the sound of retching came from behind the door.

"Come on Emily, don't cry," Izzie said. "You're Mommy's okay." Cristina was too busy trying to open another bottle of champagne to go check on Mer so Izzie nodded to the very pregnant Lexie who got up a waddled over to the bathroom.

"Meredith Shepherd you better not make me squat down because I will never get up," Lexie hissed.

"Hey Em, do you remember what you have to do as the flower girl?" Arizona asked her to distract her. Em's eyes lit up.

"Yeah! I walk down the aisle before you and Aunt Callie and throw flowers! Then I go sits with Mommy and Daddy!" she giggled.

"Very good," Callie nodded as Meredith walked out of the bathroom.

"Mommy," Emily said. "Why you sick?"

"I think I just have a stomach bug baby, nothing to worry about," Mer reassured and picked her up.

"Pwomise," Emily said sticking out her pinky. Mer laughed and twined her pinky with Emily's.

"You are too cute," she kissed her nose. "Let's go find daddy. I bet he can't wait to see you. And then you get to go throw all your pretty flowers."

"YAY!" They exited the dressing room and Emily wiggled out of her mother's arms the second she saw her father.

"DADDY! DADDY!" Emily squealed. "My dress! I pretty right!"

"You are the prettiest little princess I have ever seen," Derek told her.

"Mommy throwed up," Emily informed him immediately.

"Em," Mer hissed.

"Meredith," Derek murmured, worriedly.

"Derek, it's nothing," Mer dismissed. "It came so suddenly, just a bug or something. Maybe I ate something bad last night."

"You ate a salad because you said you weren't hungry," Derek reminded her.

"The lettuce could be bad," Mer giggled.

"Just let me know if you throw up again, okay Mer," Derek said, kissing her head.

"Of course," she rolled her eyes and looked at her daughter. "Emily Elizabeth, if you think you are going anywhere near that fountain you are sadly mistaken." Mer ran to fetch her mischievous daughter and felt another wave of fatigue and nausea pass over her. Unwilling to let it phase her, she simply led her daughter towards the area towards the back of the aisle where Arizona and Callie were waiting with their fathers. Trusting her in their capable hands, they went to find their seats. After about ten minutes, the music cued Emily to walk down the aisle.

Meredith gasped as the dimpled smile plastered on her little girls face as she walked down the aisle. Her chubby fingers kept gripping the flowers in her basket and spreading them around her. As she passed George and Alex, they stuck their hands out for her and her high fived them with a giggle. Mark smiled at her but teasingly Emily stuck her tongue out at him.

It was really hard to imagine this wedding almost happened without a flower girl.

That the flower girl was really the little girl they saw before them and not the haunted girl they picked up at the airport months ago.

"WAIT!" Emily exclaimed as she got to the end of the aisle. "It needs to be longer! I no get rid of all my flowers!" Emily stomped her foot, upset.

A chuckle spread throughout those who were in attendance.

"It's okay Em," Meredith told her, reaching for the basket.

"NO!" Emily yelled and yanked it back. With a smile she quickly dumped the rest of the flowers out into a pile. This time, everyone openly laughed as she stuck her thumb in her mouth. "All better!"

At least she was distracting Meredith from the queasy feeling she had in her stomach. However, he boundless energy made her have to get passed to sit on Derek's lap during the ceremony because she couldn't sit still. Pictures went by quickly and the reception started. Meredith's stomach was just about to settle when a waft of onions hit Meredith's nose.

Thankfully George was looking after Em at the moment because Mer had to sprint to the bathroom. When she felt her hair being held back, she looked back to see the face of her husband who had mysteriously gone missing for the past twenty minutes.

"Derek," she breathed. "Thanks."

"Are you sure it's a bug Mer?" Derek questioned.

"Yes Derek, because otherwise I feel fine… it was just when I smelled the onions that I-"

"When you smelled the onions," Derek said knowingly.

"Shit," Meredith hissed. The last time that happened was about four years ago, the day she found out she was pregnant with Emily.

"Mer when was your last period," Derek asked.

"You honestly expect me to remember that Derek, with all that's been going on?" Mer sighed.

"You don't know?" Derek said.

"I'm not pregnant Derek, the stress of all that's been happening probably gave me early menopause… how could I have time to have my period when I am caring for a very scarred and scared little girl."

"But you aren't sure."

"Of course not Derek, we'll have to buy a pregnancy test on the way home," Mer snapped.

"Or you could take this one," Derek mumbled and handed her a paper bag.

"Really Derek?" Mer sighed.

"I had a feeling," he shrugged sheepishly. Grudgingly Meredith took the test and placed it on the bathroom sink.

"Derek, what if it is positive?"

"Like you said Mer," Derek sighed. "You probably skipped your period once because of the stress. And besides, the last time we even had time for sex was before we even got Emily back."

"Shit," Meredith breathed.

"What?" Derek asked.

"I haven't gotten my period… since then," she gulped.

"That was almost three months ago Mer," he gasped. The timer they had set went off.

"It's now or never," Mer closed her eyes briefly before walking towards the counter. She looked down.

"What does it say Mer?" he pressed.

"Positive," Meredith whispered. "It says positive."

"You sure," Derek murmured and moved next to her. The positive sign stared them in the face. "Shit… we're pregnant."

"Jesus Derek," Meredith whispered. "This is great."

"Amazing," he agreed. "But-"

"MCDREAMY!" Cristina exclaimed, opening the bathroom door. "This is the WOMEN'S room, you are not a woman!" Outside the door, they watched Emily dance on her Uncle Alex's feet. Her head was thrown back in a fit of giggles, she looked so incredibly happy. The happiest she has been since she was kidnapped.

"But what are we going to tell Emily?"

"Shit," Jason growled as the cab driver slammed to a terrified stop. As quickly as the man pulled his gun on him, Jason shot him in the forehead. One thing he forgot was that his silencer that Howard had acquired was left behind in the hurry to leave the New York apartment three or more months ago.

"Dumbass," he cursed himself and looked at the driver who was looking at him terrified.

"So because you won't live long enough to tell another soul," Jason smirked. "I'm Jason Hartley, the convicted murderer and rapist. The kidnapper too." Before he could even react, a bullet was between his eyes. People starting to notice, Jason slipped out of the car, and disappeared into the night.

So this chapter in a nutshell. Emily is still one of the most incredible little girl in the world, Jason is still a creepy murderous bastard and Meredith is… PREGNANT (: I'll leave you all to ponder what this will mean!

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