Warning: Rated T for strong language.

A/N: This chapter will be split in between both points of view. You will know when it changes. :)

For one last time for Bad For Me…Enjoy!

Chapter 25

Mark

Mark forced his legs to run faster. As soon as he broke through the back door of the mansion, he saw Addison holding Lexie, while Dimitri's second in command—the one responsible for Lexie's injuries walking up ahead.

It didn't matter how tired her was. He already felt like he had gotten the shit kicked out of him, but he pressed forward anyway. Though he was running faster than he ever had before, he still felt the fatigue hitting him, his steps woozy from the last clock he got in his fight with Sergei.

He switched his com on in his ear. "I've got eyes on Lexie. Southeast of property. Eyes on Addison and Egor," he announced.

There was a crackle in his ear piece before Derek's voice came over. "Copy. We are headed your way now."

He saw Addison's quick turn of the head to see him rapidly running in her direction. She turned back to Egor, and that's when he saw her hand reach down and grab her own gun.

No!

He pushed himself more, but he watched her hand come up.

"Lexie!"

He watched as Lexie tried to turn her attention back towards him, but Addison's hand came crashing down on the back of Lexie's head. Lexie's head lauded to the side. Egor tried to reach out to grab Lexie, no doubt wanting to use her as a hostage tool, but Addison threw her body into the water.

Mark felt the bullets whiz past his head. They weren't coming at him, they were flying past him.

"Got your six," he heard Derek through his ear.

Egor didn't even have a chance, before bullet after bullet hit his body as he tried to bring his own gun up and attempt to shoot him. Addison instantly brought her hands up, releasing the gun and falling to her knees. Mark didn't care about her at all once he reached the dock.

"I did it to save her," she said.

He didn't know if it was completely true, but she did keep Lexie out of the hands of Egor who had clearly wanted her. He took only mere seconds to look down in the water to see if he could spot Lexie. She was already down there for thirty seconds. The problem was she had already gone unconsciousness before going in. Without her ability to breath and get to the top meant her lungs were filling up with water. She would drown to death.

He dove into the chilly water. It felt like thousands of tiny needles were being stabbed into his skin. The water was dark and murky making it more difficult in his attempt to try and find Lexie. In this moment, he thanked his lucky stars that his training officer at the academy felt that water training was an important survival tactic. He made him work in the pool for an hour each day always ending training with them increasing their ability to hold their breath underwater in the event they found themselves in trouble.

He had four minutes before he himself would have to break surface to get another breath. Lexie did not have that time. As it was, it was already a dangerous amount of time she had been under.

He dove deeper, using more of a breast stroke to make his arms reached wide since his vision was obscured by the murkiness of the water. Finally, after what felt like minutes, his hand bumped into hers. He grabbed hold of her arm, instantly pulling her body towards his chest.

Her eyes were closed and she was just floating so lifeless in the water. He grabbed hold of either side of her face, his lips crashing down on hers. He spread her lips with his and blew more air into hers as he started kicking his feet to push them to the surface. Even with breathing the last amount of air he had into her lungs, she still made no movement.

Once he broke the surface, he looked up into the outstretched hand of his best friend. "I've got you," he said, nodding towards Lexie.

Mark instantly thrusted Lexie into Derek's hands. He gently, but swiftly lifted her from the water and laid her on the back as he started life saving measures. Two other agents came to the side of the dock offering their hands to help lift him out.

He was at Derek's side in seconds. He wanted to take over from Derek, but didn't want to interrupt the fluid motion Derek already had going. If he trusted anyone with his life or Lexie's it was Derek Shepherd. His hands were firmly placed on her chest using the appropriate pressure up and down.

Mark was by her head, pushing her wet hair from her face as he stroked her skin. It was pale and ice cold. "Lexie," he said in a choked voice. "Wake up, baby."

Derek kept up the CPR, his face determined to bring her back. Mark kept looking at her closed eyes and pale skin, silently just begging her to come back. Please! He mouthed.

He finally heard the sound he needed to hear. The strangled cough, before he reached out to pull her head to the side so what water that had been in her throat was coughed up to the side. Derek fell backwards on his ass, wiping the back of his own mouth with his arm.

"Lex," he said in relief, pulling her ice-cold body to his and holding her tightly. "I got you," he said, repeating it over and over until the medics got there and they could transfer her to the hospital.

Lexie

Did she die?

She had to have died…right?"

Because the last thing she had remembered was Addison whispering into her ear before she felt something metal smack into the back of her head. She thought she heard Mark's voice calling out to her before she felt the icy cold water hit her skin as she went under.

She tried to hold on and grit through the pain, but she wasn't strong. She wasn't Mark. Her head and body was throbbing, and she felt as if she was being weighed down by heavy pounds of weights. She knew she was trying to tell herself to kick and swim…but nothing was happening. Her eyes were already closing and she was falling further into the bottomless abyss.

Then she felt strong arms around her cold shaking body. They wrapped around her so tightly as she coughed up water that had gotten into her lungs.

"I got you," Mark said as he rocked her. He alternated between the fact that he had her and that he loved her.

If this was heaven, she didn't want to move. Because there was nothing better than being in Mark's arms and him telling her that he loved her. The pain was back though. In her head, jaw, leg, and all over her body. If this was heaven…why was she is so much pain?

Wait…did she somehow end up in hell instead? Was this some mean way of letting her know what she was going to miss forever.

She felt her body continue to spasm as she shook from her head to her toes. She was already pressed tightly against Mark, because she would know that body and those arms anywhere, but nuzzled herself further anyway.

She was ripped away moments later, as medical professionals started to attend to her. Mark refused to let go of her hands—which she was thankful for—as he stayed towards her head, his hand gently caressing her forehead.

Mark stood there, his face was thunderous before twisting into one of regret, longing, and worry. She was sure Egor—who had done most of the damage was already captured or dead—but the look on his face told her he wanted to kill or capture him again for having done this to her. He had held her so tenderly in his arms as if he could hold her until all of today was erased from her memory.

The medical professionals and Mark were talking all around her. She could hear them speak to her injuries and vitals, but they all forget that out of everyone she was the only doctor here among them.

They loaded her onto the stretcher, but she already had internally clocked her injuries. She was suffering from hypothermia even with the heated blankets from having gone into the water. She had a few cuts and gashes that would need stitches, but it was her head trauma that she focused on the most. After all, how fitting considering she was the neurosurgeon.

Mark fought against the paramedics once she was loaded into the ambulance. "Look at her head. She had trauma to the head," he argued.

Yes. Yes. My head.

"Sir, right now we are focused on the fact that she has serve hypothermia," the responder said.

"You already have warm blankets." He looked up at their machine. "Her vitals are strong, but her head. She was hit hard on the head," he repeated.

His hand was still down on her forehead, caressing and stroking it gently. Her eyes were open and closing gingerly, but she was coherent and able to listen to everything.

"Are you the medical professional?" the responder snapped.

Lexie could sense Mark was trying to bite back his growl and temper at the responder.

"She's a doctor. She's a neurosurgeon. She's taught me some things. The rest won't matter if you don't wait and check her head."

The responder sighed in frustration. "There's not much that I can do. We don't have equipment to do C.T. scans."

"But you can prepare the hospital. Let them know we have an incoming trauma. Every second counts," he rebutted.

The responder stared at him for a long minute, before he turned and shouted to his partner who was driving telling him to alert Seattle Grace of possible incoming head trauma.

Lexie raised her hand even though it took her considerable effort to do so. Mark instantly caught her hand, leaning further into her face.

"What? What is it? Are you in pain?" he asked.

"Brain…"

"Yes, we are going to get you to the hospital. They are going to look at your head," Mark agreed.

"Bleed…" she said weekly.

Mark's eyes furrowed together. They snapped up as he looked back at the first responder. "She's diagnosing herself. Brain bleed. Alert them of a brain bleed."

As the ambulance came to a stop and the doors opened, almost everyone of Lexie's Seattle Grace Hospital family was there springing into action.

"Ohmygod, Lexie, what happened to you," Meredith cried.

"Dr. Grey, get out of the way and let us do our job," Chief Hunt said.

Between the flurry of doctors, Mark's was pushed to the side. He fought to want to get back to her, but he was glad when instead he took a distraught Meredith into his arms. She was crying and angry and yelling as she beat her fists against his chest, but he let her.

Lexie was wheeled out of their view. It was up to her now. She just had to survive.

Mark

A Few Days Later…

Mark stood facing a tribunal of directors at the academy. They would decide his fate and whether he would still be an agent, or whether they would take his badge.

"This is serious, Agent Sloan. Your actions were reckless and could have gotten people hurt. You put agents lives at risk. You managed to take nine years of hard work and throw it away in the matter of weeks. You tell me why I shouldn't have your badge right here and now," said Director Sawyer of the D.C. office.

The tribunal he was facing was five of the top directors of the FBI at the head offices of the largest offices in some of the major states. That included, New York, Florida, Texas, California, and Washington, D.C. Director Dan Sawyer was at the time the only director that knew of his undercover assignment and what he had done in the last nine years. Now, the rest of them had been filled in since the assignment was no longer active.

"I think my track record as an agent speaks for itself. With all due respect; Director Sawyer, it wasn't me that threw away this operation, it was the Special Agent you put in charge that disgraced this agency and everything the badge stands for when he betrayed all of us," Mark clapped back.

Sawyer's eyes narrowed as his finger pointed right at him. "Former Agent Bruce Young is not the one here on trial today. You are. You are about to potentially lose everything, so if I were you, I would stand there and I would only answer the questions in a professional manner without your sarcasticness."

Former Special Agent in Charge, Bruce Young wasn't here today because he was killed. He was the true traitor in all of this, and yet they wanted to paint him as the scapegoat. There was no way the agency could stand to be embarrassed by one of their own betraying them and ruining everything. They needed a fall guy to pin this too…and since he led the operation, they wanted to pin it on him. He wasn't going to let that happen. Take his badge if they wanted…but they would not ruin his name.

For the first time in the sixteen years that he had been an agent for the FBI, he didn't care if they decided to pull his badge from him. It would be their loss, because he ultimately cared about solving crimes, putting crooks behind bars, and protecting others. Sawyer was right about that. Deep inside, none of it mattered anymore, not without Lexie by his side. If groveling or going back undercover meant he had to give her up…it wasn't something he wanted anymore. Every decision…everything he ever did in his job was always for the success of the operation or for protecting people.

"I have nothing else to add, Sir. I think this tribunal already knows what they want to do, so at this point, just issue your recommendation. I love this agency. I love being an agent, and I would love to remain an agent, but that is your decision. That's all I am going to say," he rebutted.

Sawyer gave him a long look, before turning to his other directors, the five of them configuring together in whispers. After a few minutes they returned to their seats, Sawyer looking directly at him.

"Special Agent Mark Sloan, this tribunal hereby…"

Lexie

Lexie walked outside of her house onto her patio with a pitcher of ice-cold lemonade. It was a hot summer day, Lexie soaking up the warmth of the sun as the sunlight kissed her skin.

She turned, both her sister and her brother-in-law, Derek were sitting on wooden bench of her outdoor table. They were laughing at something their new baby daughter had done while she had obviously stepped inside to get more drinks.

Both Meredith and Derek were looking down at their daughter lovingly. She never thought her sister to want to be a mother, but the love on her face and fierce protection over her—something Lexie realized she had done with her—made her heart warm at the fact that Meredith Grey-Shepherd was going to make an amazing mom.

"Is it always like this?" Meredith asked, looking up just as Lexie reached the table.

Lexie laughed. "It gets better."

Because it does.

"Thank you," Derek said, once she finished pouring him a glass and set the pitcher on the table.

Derek currently held his baby girl, Lina Carolyn Shepherd in his arms. They named her middle name after his mother. Lina's big brown eyes looked up into her father's, content and cooing as he bounced her up and down. He was a natural, and Lina already had her father wrapped around his finger even if he didn't know it. Lexie almost felt bad for the poor girl as she got older and attempted to grow up. She would look forward to those days.

"Speaking of…where is your little brood?" asked Meredith.

As if on cue, Lexie could hear faint laughter and giggles. She looked over into the backyard, her hand coming up to her eyes to block out the shininess of the sun. There, she saw everything that made her heart beat steady and fiercely.

Her husband was chasing their soon to be three year old son, Derek Sloan, while somehow still bouncing their one year old daughter, Ally Sloan on his hip. Derek was recently into pirates, and Mark was chasing the formidable pirate Captain Derek Sloan, while the big bad authority—his father—was trying to capture him.

"Alright boys, lunch is ready. Come on in!" she yelled.

Meredith and Derek looked out into their direction as Mark easily scooped his son into his other free arm, and rested him on his other free hip.

"He's a good father," Derek commented.

Lexie smiled, unable to take her eyes off her incredibly sexy husband. He looked good in suits, in swim trunks, and even nothing at all…but the way he looked when he was being a father that she knew he always wished he had…that was the sexiest thing of all.

As Mark climbed the steps to the deck, he stopped and dropped his wiggling son to his feet. "My fair lady, I have captured the dreaded pirate, Captain Derek Sloan."

Lexie laughed, as she placed her hand to her heart. "My, my…how ever could I repay you."

He winked, but his eyes told her that he could think of a few ways she could do that exactly…later. She tried to push back the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. She never got tired of how easily he could make her all heady and need for him with just a single look or smile. She hoped that would never end.

These past seven years together had been the happiest of her life. She had always thought she only needed medicine to ever be happy, and she couldn't have been more wrong. She was still a successful and amazing neurosurgeon. She had solidified her name as being the best in the country and people flying all over to specifically seek her out.

After she gave birth to Ally, she decided that she only wanted to work part-time. While her mother and even Meredith lived for surgery, Lexie realized she was different from both of them. She loved surgery, and she couldn't imagine not being in there at least a couple of times a week for tough cases, or even working some complicated trauma cases…but her family was everything.

Mark, Derek, and Ally were all that mattered to her. She wanted every minute she could have with them. Besides, Mark still spent a good amount of time at the office, which would mean the kids would be either in constant daycare or with babysitters and that wasn't what she wanted.

What they both agreed on…was that Sunday was family day. Neither one of them worked, and just spent the whole day with the kids. On days like today, when Meredith, Derek, and Lina would be able to come over and enjoy the day with them…it made it that much better. The only thing missing was her best friends, April and Jackson Avery. She could forgive them today since they were headed up to see his mother and share the big news that April was expecting herself. A future Avery was in the works.

"Mama…I got away…but I could neva leave you," little Derek said.

Lexie scooped her baby boy into her arms and feathered him with kisses. "Don't ever leave me," she said.

"Mama…mama." He wiggled as she kissed his face and tickled his belly.

She dropped him back to the floor. "You need to wash up before you eat."

"I'll get him," Derek offered up. He passed Lina to Meredith waiting arms. "She's starting to stir, so she is going to need mama soon."

Lexie smiled. "Thanks."

"Uncle Der!" Derek squealed as he flung himself at his uncle he was named after.

Derek easily caught his nephew and godson, tossing him over his shoulder as he strode into the house.

Lexie turned back to her husband, who was still looking at her like he had wished they were alone. Part of her wished that too, no matter how much she loved Meredith and Derek and them being here today. Mark leaned in and kissed her neck, before his lips stopped at her ear.

"Have I told you how incredibly sexy you are?" he placed another kiss to her spot on her neck that was always ticklish.

"Only twice…but I am happy to hear it more."

He pulled back reluctantly, before placing a quick kiss on her lips. "Later." he promised.

"Mama…mama…"

Ally reached her little fingers out, Mark letting his daughter go into Lexie's waiting arms. Lexie squeezed her to her chest, repeating the same onslaught of kisses to her daughter.

"Let's go and get you cleaned up," Lexie said.

Hours later after Derek and Meredith left with Lina, and Derek and Ally were put to bed, Mark and Lexie relaxed on the couch. She curled into his side as their legs were intertwined together.

"Hmmm…this is nice," she said.

He kissed her on the head before his chin rested on the top of her head. "It is. I've been waiting to get you all to myself since ten minutes after we woke up this morning before Derek climbed into our bed."

She laughed. "Having kids means it's hard to get time alone."

He leaned her back against the sofa so he could start trailing kisses. As he got closer to her jaw and lips, she sighed contently already offering herself up.

"I think it's just a challenge we have to overcome," he replied.

She moaned. "You're arguing a pretty good case right now."

He grinned. "I'm a man that's used to getting my way."

She licked her lips. "That you are."

He stood abruptly pulling her up from the couch and tossing her over his shoulder, giving her a playful smack on the ass.

"Now, if memory recalls me correctly, you lass, harbored a known fugitive also known as Captain Derek Sloan. I think a thorough interrogation is needed. You're coming with me."

She bit back her own squeal. She just got the kids down and the last thing she wanted to do was to wake them up. Mark moved with purpose towards their bedroom, and she couldn't wait for what was to come.

She blinked as her eyes came into focus. She was no longer in her home with Mark and the kids, but back in the hospital.

No. It had been a dream. But her history with dreams and told her that it was quite possible that was her future and she was getting a glimpse of what the years ahead would look like. She hoped that was the case.

As she turned her head, both Derek and Meredith were sitting near her bed.

"You guys are still here," she said sleepily.

"I just came back in," Meredith said. "Lunch." She held up her takeout container from the cafeteria.

Lexie turned to Derek. "Guilty. I stayed while she worked cases. I just heard from Mark. He should be here any minute."

Lexie moved to sit up straighter. "Did…did he say how it went?"

Derek shook his head. "No. He didn't want to say over the phone the decision."

Lexie sighed. After she was brought to the hospital, and taken into surgery for her brain bleed—because she was that good to already knew what was wrong with her—she was brought back down here. She was good to go home, but Owen and even Jim—Shadow Grey—wanted to keep her for another day. Even Mark was in their camp.

She just hoped that whenever he got here, he stopped treating her like some fragile China doll. Ever since she woke up, he was almost afraid to want to touch her in the event she would possibly break or slip into some coma. She was going to have a very long and demanding conversation if he tried to keep this distance up any longer.

He heart leaped in her chest as he strode into her room. He was already removing his jacket and loosening his tie as he discarded them on the chair next to him. His jaw was set, his face determined as his eyes locked with hers.

"Hey," he said gruffly.

She smiled, not sure what to think since he just came from his trial on whether he would remain an agent or not. "Hey."

He strode over to her, and for the first time in four days, placed his hands on either side of her face and kissed her. Really kissed her. Kissed her like she had been wanted to kiss since they had officially made up. She missed this. When he pulled back, their faces remained close together. She was aware that someone behind them cleared their throat, but she didn't care when Mark was looking at her like this.

"So, um, what happened today?" she asked her voice fully laced with desire.

He sighed, and sat back on her bed. She was afraid to move at first in case it spooked him to jump up and go to sit in the chair on the opposite of the room like he had done most days, but when his hands fell to rest of her lap, she was even more content. She scooted over to allow him to be more comfortable as he was half-turned towards her and Meredith and Derek.

She was glad to see that over the last couple of days, Meredith and Mark had patched up their strenuous bickering. Meredith still hadn't forgiven him for breaking up with her and then getting captured and injured hadn't helped things. Something had changed when she woke up, and both of them had settled whatever it was that was going on between them.

Mark nodded. "I'm still an agent," he announced.

Derek leaned forward and high-fived his best friend. "I knew we still had to have some smart leadership in this agency."

They grinned at each other, something silently passing between them.

"I've pulled out of any further undercover operation work, not like they would allow me to going forward," he added.

"And the operation?" asked Derek.

Mark looked to Derek and then finally back at her to meet her eyes. "It's officially over," he said.

He went into explaining what occurred while she had been kidnapped, everything after she had been pulled from the water and the additional information he had learned today.

It was Addison Montgomery that had called him after she had been taken. She had explained that Bruce wanted her allegiance. He wanted her to marry him, because Bruce had been obsessed with Addison for what appeared to be a long time. Having her by his side meant that he would have the Irish and the Italians and soon everyone else would follow after, removing Mark from leadership.

It was also uncovered that Bruce had been working with the Russian's and Sergei for some time. It was Bruce that had given Sergei the information he needed to try and assassinate him the first time. It was also Bruce that was withholding information to Mark's whereabouts when he had been beaten brutally in hopes that Sergei would have been able to finish the job before the feds got there.

Mark had learned from Addison that between what the agency had on all of the crime lords in addition to what she had collected herself, they had enough to clean out each of the crime lords here in Seattle. It wouldn't completely take out the entire illegal crime organization…but it would take years and years for anyone willing to take their former leaders place to rebuild. Now that they were aware of the FBI's involvement and amount of evidence, most were fleeing the city in hopes to work in New York or Miami instead of staying around.

What Mark hadn't known was how much Addison had been putting together to take down her competitors. He always knew she was cutthroat and ruthless, but she was sharp as a tact. Between her evidence she collected and her testimony that she would give in regards to Former Agent Bruce Young, she not only helped solidified their operation, but ensured that she got to walk away scot-free without facing any jail time. All of her other remaining evidence would be sealed and not used against her.

Lexie had not been happy to hear that part. Even though Addison had essentially been the one to alert the FBI and Mark of where they were keeping her—at one of Addison's places—Addison had been the one to smack her over the head and toss her in the water. She claimed it was to save her from Egor as a favor to sweeten the deal with Mark for her testimony, but part of Lexie knew that the redhead hid behind the fact that she hoped far worse happened to Lexie so she could still convince Mark to run off into the sunset with her.

The most important part that came out of the deal with Addison, was that the FBI had almost every important contact to monitor and keep track going forward. They were working on endless warrants to keep taping and listening into conversations and gather evidence. For Addison, and her part, they would make it appear as if she was dead or in prison and she was off to go into the Witness Protection. It wasn't her favorite piece of the deal, but considering she got to practically walk away scot-free and get a new life—she took the deal. Lexie was glad that she wouldn't be able to just pop up into their lives whenever she wanted too anymore.

It was also the reason that Mark was able to remain an agent and not have to go into WP himself. With the contacts they were able to obtain from Addison—that they were now monitoring—and with all of the crime lords and their crew rounded up in jail…the threats to him were low. It wasn't that they would not still be there, but the agency would have eyes and ears everywhere to alert if any hits or information about him was to be leaked. No one would be stupid enough to attempt trying to come after him now…not if they wanted the full weight of the agency to come down upon them.

She could tell it still scared the crap out of him to know that even with all of this going on around her that he was worried she could be put into danger again. Even after what she had been through, it was not enough to scare her away. He was worth it, and like she had warned him back at the hospital before she had been kidnapped…if they loved each other, they were in it together. And…they were together. That made her smile.

Besides, Mark had finally gotten the closure he needed with his mother's case. He found the code writer that Bruce had used on the flash drive and had gotten the code. Bruce had been right about the fact that Yuri had ordered the hit on the mother. The two men who had been responsible were apprehended, and Mark was there at each of their arrests.

Mark worked his way through the Russian gang until he was able to get someone who was able to give him what he was looking for. A man who had been in the bratva as long as Yuri had been. He recognized Mark's name and the ordered hit. It was at a time when some of Yuri's gang thought they could run without orders. Yuri at the time did not know that these two members were out there doing the disgusting and unthinkable things like raping and torturing woman while making their children watch.

It made sense now what Bruce had mentioned about the way Yuri had treated Mark. When he had learned what they had done, Yuri had apparently kept track of Mark all those years later. It was extremely likely that Yuri knew all along that Mark was an FBI agent, and whether it was his guilt or penance for what had happened to Mark's mother, he looked after Mark all these years and, in some cases, treated him as if he was his own son.

Lexie knew that it was still a tough blow for him to learn all this…but finally finding out what happened to his mother and being able to bring closure to her case, changed something in him. It finally let him release all those years of anger and torment over her death. Over what his father had done. He finally seemed to be at peace with it…even if it might take years to fully overcome it all together. She would be by his side to help him. Support him.

Mark turned back to Meredith and Derek. "Do you mind if we have a couple of minutes together?"

"Not at all," Derek responded. "We'll just have a lunch date of our own."

As soon as they left, Mark climbed out of the bed and repositioned himself so that he was laying next to her as she cuddled into his side.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm fine. Crazy being in here. I want out," she said.

He laughed. "I recall wanting the same thing. Although someone told me I had to remain under observation."

She scowled at him, but knew he was making a fair point. The only thing was his injuries were far greater then hers was when he had been brought here.

"How about we make a pact. No more hospitals."

He smiled. "That is something I can get behind," he answered.

She rested her head on his shoulder and chest. "I had the strangest dream," she said.

He gaze fell on her. After she had woken up from her surgery, she had come clean about the night they had made love and she had the dream that ended up being almost strangely accurate to what happened after she had been kidnapped.

He looked at her questioningly. "Yeah. What about?"

There was a hesitation in his features, that told her he was worried that she was going to give him was bad news…so she quickly told him everything. She was afraid it might freak him out…but she was still feeling to overcome with emotion thinking about the fact that in her dream they were married with two kids and happy. Not to mention that Derek and Meredith would be following suit if her dream did come true.

"So…." she said once she was done.

She looked up, seeing his gorgeous face looking back at her. There was no worry or fear there. He didn't look like the kind of man that was thinking how he could get himself out of this conversation and relationship as fast as he could. He was looking at her with such love and adoration that it made her breath catch.

"I think we should do anything that could potentially give us that future," he said seriously even through his grin.

"Yeah."

He nodded. His hand reached down to his pocket and pulled out a box. "And to think I was nervous coming in here today."

Her eyes went wide, as she followed his hand before placing the black box right on his perfectly sculpted abdomen.

"Is that…are you…ohmygod," she breathed, her heart rapidly beating faster and faster.

He grinned wider. "Why tempt fate."

She laughed. "Why indeed."

"So—"

"Yes," she blurted out.

He laughed out loud. "I didn't even get to ask."

"I don't care. Yes. Yes…and a thousand times yes," she said again.

He opened the box, and slide the diamond on her finger before leaning down to kiss passionately. When he pulled back, he swept a lock of her hair from her face and stared down into her eyes. She could see nothing but love in his expression.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you, too," she said, trying to fight back the emotion threatening to take over.

"So, did this dream tell you how we get married?"

She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him closer. "No, but the faster the better," she answered.

He growled as he pulled her towards him. "I swear…I am never letting you go."

"Good," she whispered. "Now, kiss me."

The End.

A/N: Thank you for taking this journey with me on Bad for Me. Especially, since it was an AU story. I hope you enjoyed this.

I will be taking a short –yes, I mean short—break before I start my new story. It should be up soon. If you don't already follow me…if you do you will get alerted when I post a new story. Otherwise…look back in the next week or so once I have a chance to get my thoughts in order. I can tell you…it will be called "Falling for You."

Thanks again everyone! Much love!