"My car is at your place."

Her head jerked up as she heard his voice, seeing him leant against her office doorway and she wondered how long he had been stood there, watching her. A slight smirk appeared on her lips, but quickly faded away as she closed the laptop in front of her.

"And what do you want me to do about that?" She asked, watching him carefully with her chin resting on her hands.

"I was thinking we could get a taxi together, split the cost at the very least," he suggested moving further into the office and closing the door behind himself.

"Hmm, I guess that's an option," she shrugged, opening the laptop again.

"What would you suggest?"

"You could get a taxi by yourself and leave me alone to work," she glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow before turning her attention back to the document open on the screen in front of her.

"Oh no, you need to go home. You've been here just as long as I have, and you should get a proper night of sleep," he pointed out as he moved to sit on the chair across from her on the other side of the desk.

"Please try and refrain from telling me what I should do, and what I need, Dr Shepherd. I am an adult, you know, and currently I'm your Chief," she said between gritted teeth as she continued typing.

"Don't worry, I know you're an adult, and I'm very aware of your temporary Chief-dom," he gave a smirk which had her rolling her eyes.

"I'm glad to hear it. So, anything else I can do for you?"

"Get a cab with me."

"Dr Shepherd…"

"Meredith."

"Dr Shepherd, I have a lot of work to get through here," she sighed, her eyes not moving from the screen.

"Take a night off."

"I can't."

"Sure you can, you're the boss, aren't you?" He teased, reaching to gently push at the laptop screen as though to close it.

"Well, no, that would be my mother," she sighed, fixing the screen.

"And I'm sure if she were here she'd be telling you to take the night off and go get some sleep."

"She probably would if she hadn't… ugh," her face fell forward on to her arms in frustration, she couldn't do this for four more weeks, not when…

"If she hadn't what?" He asked, his hand gently touching her arm, but she shrugged it off.

"I just have to finish this, okay?" She started typing again, rolling her eyes a little.

"What's so urgent that it can't wait until tomorrow?" He continued to press.

"The announcement that I have to make tomorrow, probably," she muttered, before realising she shouldn't have even given him that much.

"Are you going to let me in on what that is or is that classified information?" He grinned, crossing his arms over his chest, and sitting back in the chair.

"You'll find out tomorrow with everyone else," she sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Very secretive," he said as he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Can't play favourites, Dr Shepherd."

"Oh, so I'm your favourite?" He grinned at her still, not letting up with his pestering of her.

"Definitely not what I meant."

"Hmmm, it's not what I heard."

"Believe what you want to believe, De- Dr Shepherd," she almost slipped. She had to stay professional. Distant. Cold.

"I'll wait for you if you want to finish up," he insisted.

"You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

"And who am I to stop you doing what you want to do?" She teased, raising an eyebrow as she closed the laptop.

"Exactly."

"You're a pain, you know."

"You love it."

"No, I don't," she argued back, shaking her head as she started to gather her things, putting them in her bag.

"You at least like it."

"You keep telling yourself that."

"What do you want for dinner? Italian, burgers, Chinese…" he quickly changed the subject.

"I can feed myself."

"I was thinking I could order something for us to pick up on the way back."

"Wouldn't it be cold by the time you made it home?" She asked as she put her coat on, fastening the tie around her waist.

"We could always eat at your place," he suggested as he stood up.

"Very presumptuous of you, don't you think?" She asked again as she grabbed her bag and switched the light off, ushering him out of the office and locking the door behind her.

"Well, do you have other plans?"

"I thought I had to go home and sleep," she shot him a side glance, rolling her eyes.

"With me."

"With you?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, you can sleep with me," he smirked.

"I wasn't asking… Go home, Dr Shepherd," she groaned softly, stuffing her hands into her coat pockets as they walked through the hospital to the main lobby.

"I'm waiting for you, we're going to sleep together, remember?" He kept the smirk on his face as they stopped outside the front of the hospital.

"No, no we're not," she said, looking down at her feet.

"Are you sure about that?" He asked, gently nudging her with his elbow.

"I'm pretty sure about that," she laughed slightly, looking up at him.

"I think I can change your mind, though, charm you."

"You're driving me mad. Come on, let's go," she said as she hailed down a taxi.

"Changed your mind?" He asked as they got in the cab and she gave her address to the driver.

"No, we're getting a cab to my place, you're then getting in your car and going home," she rolled her eyes once more, sighing softly, "Don't you have anyone waiting for you at home? Or do you pester me because you live alone? I'm sure Dr Sloan would be happy to keep you company."

"Well… I do actually. I live with my Mom, for the time being. And Mark, actually."

"Oh, well, surely she's missing you," she bit her lip a moment, wanting to ask more about his living situation but thinking better of it, it wasn't any of her business, "I'd say the same about Dr Sloan, but I wouldn't be surprised if you'd come straight to my office after seeing him. You're joined at the hip."

"I spoke to my mother earlier; she's having some peace and quiet without Mark and me bothering her," he chuckled softly before turning to look at her, their eyes catching, "Just dinner, please."

"I thought we agreed no dates?"

"It's not a date, it's two people eating dinner together after a hellishly long weekend."

"And nothing more than that? You're sure?"

"I could even be your friend."

"Don't get ahead of yourself," she laughed slightly, her fingers fidgeting with her watch.

"Would I ever?"

"Just get out the cab," she rolled her eyes again.

"Going, going. Are we ordering in then?" He asked as he climbed out of the cab in front of her.

"You're not letting this go are you?" She said, paying the driver as she climbed out.

"I'm trying my very best to not let you go."

"I really just want to go to bed," accentuating her statement with a yawn, her hand covering her mouth.

"I've been wanting to get you undressed, naked, to touch every inch of your body since I saw you on Saturday night in that dress. Maybe even before then," his voice dropped an octave, his lips close to her ear as he pressed his hand against her lower back.

"That's… forward. Very forward," she breathed, taken slightly off guard.

"Have I changed your mind yet?" He asked, brushing her hair to the side as he pressed a kiss just below her ear.

"No… no," her voice a little uneven.

"Are you sure?" He murmured as he moved his lips further down her neck, his fingers moving the collar of her coat out of the way.

"No," she gave in, her eyes closing for a moment.

"Can I come up?" He asked, his teeth gently grazing her skin.

"Yeah," she breathed, not sure if she'd regret the decision or not, but she really couldn't think straight with his lips against her neck, almost as if he already knew her weak spot.

"Great," he grinned, pulling back but keeping his hand on her lower back as he followed her into the building.

She stepped onto the elevator, raising an eyebrow at him as he moved to stand behind her, his hands settling on her waist in the empty elevator. He lowered his head, pressing a soft kiss to her neck again, enticing a slight moan from her. His fingers crept around to her front, unfastening the tie on her coat as he continued to kiss down her neck, and she leant back against him slightly. The elevator stopped on her floor, and she stepped out of his hold, trying to suppress the grin that threatened to take over her lips as she approached her apartment door, digging her keys out of her bag. He came up behind her as she stuck her key in the door, pressing against her slightly and his hands returning to her waist.

"I think I want you for dinner," he murmured close to her ear, and she very almost giggled, instead rolling her eyes at his comment as she pushed the door open.

"Do you now?" She asked as she turned in his hold, walking backwards into the apartment as he stayed close, pushing her coat off her shoulders as she dropped her bag to the floor.

She could've resisted, she probably should've resisted, but right here right now, this is what she wanted. She just wanted to enjoy herself with him and release all the built up tension in her body. It wouldn't become any more than that. She wouldn't let it become any more than that.