At exactly four o'clock, Finn knocked on the front door of Meredith's house. He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, hands clasped behind his back. Besides being nervous about his good news, he was apprehensive about Meredith and what her leaving in a cab that morning really meant.

He was not a man full of fanciful dreams that were impossible to achieve; Rather, he was practical, strong willed and sometimes stubborn—especially when he wanted something. And what he wanted was Meredith Grey—in his life, his bed, his home. But he also knew that something had spooked her. She'd been fine up until that morning. She'd almost taken him to bed the day after the prom and he'd stayed strong—sometimes wishing he hadn't—and tried to show her how much he was falling for her.

He doubted that she didn't know how he felt, but he didn't doubt that he might have come on a little too strong. But, like it or not, he was not the kind of man who sat around and waited for things to happen; He went out, tried like hell, worked his butt off, and usually came out on top. He only feared that this time things might not go his way.

But he'd damn sure try.

Dressed in a pair of faded Levi's and a black turtleneck sweater, Izzy almost thought that Meredith had lost her mind. He was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen—well, besides her husband-to-be.

"Hello." She greeted cordially, swinging the door wide and allowing him to step inside. "How are you, Finn?"

He grinned. "I'm super, Izzy." He reached out and shook her hand. "How's Denny?"

She was touched that he'd ask. "He's great! He'll be out by the end of next week if all goes well." She grinned back at him. " Meredith's just getting dressed. She'll be down in a minute. Do you want some cookies? I just baked some double fudge."

"How could I say no to that?" He laughed and proceeded behind her into the kitchen.

"Sit down." She offered, her back to him. She took some milk out of the fridge and set about getting a plate of piping hot cookies for him. "So, how's the vet business treating you?"

"Oh, it's been good. I've been very lucky and the pay ain't bad either." He joked. He leaned his arms on the table and clasped his hands together.

She walked over with their beverages and took a seat across from him. "I bet. Anyone who can make a living taking care of sick animals should be paid well."

"You don't like animals?" She didn't answer and he didn't push. He bit into a cookie and sighed. "This is delicious!" He quickly polished it off and reached for another. "Where'd you learn to bake like this?"

"It was kind of a distraction technique that I picked up when I was a kid." She said softly as she bit into a cookie and closed her eyes. "My mom was an alcoholic and things around our house weren't all that great—so I just learned to take my mind off of it by cooking."

"I'm sorry to hear that." He said sincerely. " I guess you did a lot of baking then?"

She laughed. "Enough to open my own bakery."

"These are the best cookies I've ever eaten!"

"Thanks."

"Are you sure you're taken?"

The look she gave him was pure heaven. "Absolutely."

"I thought so."

"Trying the cookie seduction angle, are you?" Came a soft voice from behind. "You have to watch her, Finn. She's pretty sneaky."

Izzy snorted and Finn turned around as Meredith came into the kitchen. She had managed to dress herself except for the zipper on her hooded sweatshirt–which really didn't matter anyway. Finn grinned, his blue eyes sparkling, and stood up and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry." He assured her. "I've seen this trick before and I'm absolutely immune to its charms." He looked over at Izzy. "No offence intended."

"None taken." She shot back, giving him a wide smile. "You couldn't possibly tear me away from my man."

"Should we get going?" Meredith asked. "I'd like to eat before work. I'm starving."

"Let's go." He took his keys out of his pocket. "See you later Izzy. Thanks for the cookies."

"Bye guys. See you later, Mer."

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"So, what did you want to tell me?" Meredith asked, as he strapped her into the seatbelt. He waited until he pulled away from the curb before answering.

"Well, you know how I told you that sometimes I just want to get away from it all and do something else with my life?"

"Sure."

"How I want to take time off and do the things I've always wanted to do. To take you on a trip or a cruise–whatever—I did something that is going to change my life!" He was so excited, so animated—it made her uneasy.

She eyed him suspiciously. "Ya?"

"Well, I sold my practice yesterday." He announced grandly. He glanced over at her, waiting to hear her response.

"You what?"

"I sold my practice."

"As in it's no longer yours?"

"Yep. Wild, huh?"

"It's really—unbelievable." She just didn't understand.

"Just think about it----now I can take off whenever I want—do whatever I want. Isn't that great?"

She cleared her throat. "But you love your practice—you love helping animals. Why would do that?"

"I'm tired, Meredith." He shook his head. "I'm tired and I want a change. I've been a vet for ten years and I want to do something else—whatever that may be. I want to travel and go places and see the world." He frowned when she didn't say anything. "What?"

"I'm just shocked." She stumbled over her words, trying to articulate her disbelief. "Finn, why now? Why are you doing this now? It doesn't make any sense."

"It doesn't have to make sense. I want to do this so I did it. It's quite simple, really."

"Well, if it's really want you wanted." She offered, not knowing what else to say. "So, what are you going to do now?"

"I think you should re-phrase the question."

"Huh?"

"WE."

"We, what?"

"What are we going to do now?"

"What are you talking about?" She was really starting to feel the panic again—like the panic she'd felt that morning when he'd been waiting for her at the apartment—he was too close, invading her space, not giving her time or even the time to think.

"I want to move to New York." He blurted.

"What!"

He pulled the car into the restaurant and shut off the ignition and turned to face her. He grabbed her free hand in his.

"Meredith, I want you to move to New York with me."