Chapter 49: Meredith is Jealous

Meredith closed a paper folder with anger and threw it over her desk, sending it flying onto the floor. The documents that were stacked inside spilled all over. But Meredith continued to sit in her chair, fuming. Why couldn't the Greys stay the hell away from her and her hospital? Since she dismissed Susan two weeks ago, she had to endure countless phone calls on her part and even once from Thatcher, and now… now her half-sister, Alexandra Grey, was applying for a place in the program at Seattle Grace.

Technically, Meredith didn't have any reason to suspect it had anything to do with the want to meet her. Grace was currently ranked as the third teaching hospital in the country, graduates of medical schools would kill for a chance to have their internship here. It was probably the most natural choice for that girl, close to home, family and friends. Meredith had to admit she was good, not as good as her of course, her career was already skyrocketing at the age of 24, she thought with grim satisfaction. Her smirk disappeared however as she allowed the realization to sink in that she had to be objective and objectively speaking, Alexandra Grey probably wouldn't have much trouble to be accepted.

The phone rang. Meredith pressed the intercom angrily.

"Dr. Grey, Dr. Shepherd's claiming you called him to come," said Patricia impatiently.

"I did," snapped Meredith.

"You… did. Very well, Dr. Shepherd, go on."

Derek entered the office with a self-satisfied grin. For once, he defeated Patricia. A knight that slew a great ugly dragon guarding his princess's door would feel the same. But as his eyes fell on Meredith, he began to wonder if he shouldn't have spent some more time chatting up the secretary.

Meredith had furious fire in her eyes and judging by the messy heap of documents on the floor he should be careful of any other objects flying around.

"Meredith, what's wrong?" he asked with concern and moved up to pick up the manhandled folder.

"My stepsister wants to start her medical career in my hospital," she gritted out closing her eyes for a moment.

"She's a doctor?" Derek raised his eyebrows in surprise and sat down across her.

"A wannabe surgeon," she sighed.

"She's applying for an internship here," stated Derek with understanding. "What are you going to do?"

"I would love to reject her application," said Meredith vindictively, "but…"

"But?"

Meredith stood up and showed him Alexandra's CV.

"Top of her class at Harvard?" read Derek. "She seems to be following in your footsteps."

"Oh, please," snorted Meredith. "She's going to be a lowly intern, not a chief of surgery."

Derek smiled leniently, "You ready to accept her? To work with her?"

Meredith tapped her fingers on the desk distractedly. No, she wasn't ready. Grace was her hospital. She was settling here. She was still 28 and had pretty much all her career before her but… staying in Seattle… with Derek… felt good. And would feel even better if she wasn't forced to watch her stepsister's face every day.

"I think I'm going to organize a committee this year," she said. "Three members will suffice. They'll choose new interns. If Alexandra doesn't get a place, I won't have ethic board breathing down my neck. You want to be included?"

"What, in the committee? No," he shook his head with a smile and took her hand in his. "I don't want to be the object of your wrath if she gets accepted."

She grinned against herself, "Sorry, that's not why I called you. Before I got distracted with my family affairs, I had a call from Dr. Miles. She's already in Seattle, and will be here at 4 p.m. We'll greet her together."

"Ahh, finally," he smiled which brought a scowl on her face.

"So not fair," she pouted.

"I agree," he smirked at her and stood up encircling her waist with his arms. "You have the title of the chief and mountains of paperwork whereas I have a fancy trial."

"All thanks to me," she squinted at him and combed his hair with her long fingers.

Dr. Gretchen Miles, a renowned surgeon, chose Seattle Grace for her clinical trial. Meredith was eager to cooperate with her, but she wouldn't have time and well, it wasn't her baby. She wouldn't have the decisive voice. Derek though agreed to take part in the study and would be working alongside Dr. Miles.

"So, Dr. Miles will be at four…" he started, and Meredith recognized the mischievous note in his voice that always indicated what he wanted… "That means we have a bit of time just for the two of us…"

He gripped her thighs and placed her on her desk breathing her in, his nose grazing her neck.

She giggled, her hands travelling down his strong back. "Patricia's right behind the wall."

"So?" he kissed the side of her mouth. "We enjoy the thrill of risk…"

"She's going to hear…" she breathed out feeling his hand closing on her breast and testing its weight.

"Let her hear," he chuckled.

"No!" she squealed as he bit on her neck lightly.

"Dr. Grey?" Almost immediately, Patricia knocked on the door to the office, alarmed by the mysterious noises. "Are you alright?"

"Everything is fine, Patricia. Thank you," shouted Meredith over the door and lowered her voice significantly speaking to Derek, "See? She hears everything."

"Oh, come on," insisted Derek sliding his lips from her jaw to her neck and clavicle. "We'll be quiet…"

"Not possible," she whispered. "Besides… I don't want to be quiet. I want to scream your name while you fuck me hard."

He ground his hardening length against her middle, "Cocktease."

"You'll pay for that," she purred pushing him away. "On-call room on the next floor, fifteen minutes."

"I'll be there," he winked at her and left, praying his Little Derek to stay calm until he got there.

"You know, I see more and more disadvantages of the trial," took up Derek as they were waiting in the lobby for Dr. Miles.

"Yes? What disadvantages, Dr. Shepherd?" she asked professionally, turning to him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Think about all the time I'll have to spend in the lab or with patients instead of with you."

"Where are your ambitions, Dr. Shepherd?" she shook her head at him.

"In your bed," he quipped his eyes taking up the stormy color. "Or in mine if you're in it."

She bit her lip not to smile. "Don't look at me like that," she warned him. "We're in the middle of the lobby."

"We've talked about this, Mer," he sighed in frustration. "When are we going to stop the acting?"

"Soon," she waved her hand dismissively. "Now it's not the time to discuss it. I think… I think our guest has just arrived."

They both turned to face the short procession that was approaching them and Meredith… felt first misgivings about the arrival of Dr. Miles leading the group of newcomers.

She saw the neurosurgeon's photos in medical press earlier, but they didn't do her justice. She must be a couple of years older than Meredith, probably around Derek's age, but she looked flawless and her legs… Meredith always prided in her impeccable ones, but she thought she looked like a dwarf compared to Dr. Miles.

"You must be Dr. Grey," smiled the woman reaching out her delicate manicured hand.

Meredith's eyes quickly swept over her riddle less face and dark rich hair. Isabella freaking Rossellini…

She feigned a smile and shook her hand, "Welcome to Seattle Grace, Dr. Miles. We're honored to be hosting your trial."

"Don't be silly, it's Gretchen. And this is…?" she squinted at Derek.

Meredith's jaws clenched dangerously but she controlled herself and presented him with reservation, "It's Dr. Shepherd."

"Ah," Gretchen's face all lit up. "The Dr. Shepherd I'll have the pleasure to work with?"

"It's nice to meet you, Dr. Miles," Derek shook her hand. "Thank you for including me in your trial."

"You're very welcome," her lips widened in a teeth showing grin. Meredith felt that if she had a scalpel at hand, she would stick it blindly in Dr. Miles's ivory neck. The coy undertones in her voice called for a cold-blooded murder.

"And I've already said, I'm Gretchen. Let's drop the titles," she battled her eyelids at the man before her as though she would like them to drop clothes. "We're going to spend lots of time together…"

"Derek," he nodded his head.

"Oh, and these are my two assistants," she pointed at a man and a woman behind her. "Dr. Cameron Michaels and Dr. James Willard."

"Perhaps you could take me to my office," asked Gretchen.

"Of course," said Derek. "Dr. Grey, can you lead the way?"

She narrowed her eyes at him and departed with a nod. She well could. She wouldn't let them by themselves. She breathed with trouble. How could she survive the three months of the envisioned stay of Gretchen Miles at Seattle Grace? And she served Derek to that woman on a silver plate…

Meredith stuck closely to Derek and Gretchen pretending to be greedy for all details concerning the trial until he was paged for his patient. Only then Meredith decided she had to take a break from Dr. Miles's presence, or her face would freeze in a false smile forever.

But that was two hours ago, and Meredith decided to examine the situation.

"Dr. Miles," she addressed the woman knocking on the door to her office. She wouldn't call her by her name; nothing would force her to treat her as her friend. "I wanted to check if you're acclimatizing well? Is everything to your advantage?"

"Yes, of course," Gretchen smiled warmly segregating her documents. "The equipment is marvelous and the staff simply wonderful… Dr. Shepherd especially, thank you for recommending him."

Meredith bit her tongue; she had been an idiot but maybe she should change her tactics…

"Yeah, well, about that," stated Meredith making a concerned face. "To tell the truth, I wasn't so sure about picking him. His mind is completely elsewhere these days."

"Elsewhere?" asked Gretchen curiously, picking up a cup of coffee from the desk.

"He's been more concerned with his private life than work lately," went on Meredith. "He met the love of his life and she's all he thinks about."

"That's how it is with relationships," shrugged the brunette with an indifferent smile. "The novelty will soon wear off and he won't dream about leaving the hospital." she crossed her legs confidently.

"I've heard it's pretty serious, they're going at it all the time, if you know what I mean," smiled sweetly Meredith.

"Well, he clearly has stamina," giggled Gretchen. "That's something any woman would like to put to test," she winked mischievously at Meredith.

Unknowingly to both of them, Nurse Debbie had halted outside the open door to the office, registering Shepherd's name with interest.

Meredith lifted the corners of her mouth with difficulty. Was that pale witch dumb or just pretending? Any normal, and decent, woman would get the hint by now that the man was off limits.

"I'm not sure any woman would put that to test anymore," she said bluntly. "His girlfriend broke his penis a couple of weeks ago… and I've heard he can't… get it up since then…"

Debbie covered her mouth with her hands not to whimper. Poor Dr. Shepherd!

"Poor Dr. Shepherd," smirked Gretchen. "But I think that a proper stimulation could do it."

Meredith saw red. Proper stimulation? She was giving Derek the greatest pleasure a man could get from a woman. She eyed Gretchen's lips with superiority, two thin lines. As for the breasts, Meredith recognized her defeat. Gretchen was bigger in general and in consequence, every other part of her was bigger.

"Or I could offer him my help," went on Gretchen. "As you know, I'm a specialist in connectivism. I would love to take care of Derek's damaged nerves."

"How lucky that you joined us," Meredith strained her face muscles to stretch in a smile. "Let me know if you need anything."

"Thank you," Gretchen smiled sweetly. "We're going to have so much fun together."

"Yay," muttered Meredith under her breath walking out of the office, not noticing Nurse Debbie scurrying away to tell her friends the news of the day.