I OWN NOTHING!

Post Finale: Meredith runs away and has to choose.

RING! RING! RING! RING! RING! RING! "Hi, you've reached Meredith Grey. I'm not home right now, and I'm most likely at the hospital where I spend most of my time. If it's an emergency, call my cell phone, otherwise leave a message and I'll get back to as soon as I can." BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

"Meredith! Answer your damn phone!" Derek yelled into Meredith's answering machine. "I know you're there! Pick of the phone!"

Meredith sat there, listening to this, not wanting to talk to anyone at this point.

"Please? Please Meredith. I'm begging you. Pick up this phone," Derek said, calmer, and sounding defeated.

Meredith reached her hand out.

"MESSAGE ERASED. NO NEW MESSAGES," her answering machine told her.

"GEORGE!" Meredith yelled, causing George to jump out of bed and run to the door.

"What is it?" he asked, oddly annoyed. He still hadn't totally gotten over what happened between Meredith and himself, even though he has forgiven her. Still, he has tendencies to blame her at moments.

"I can't find Izzie!" Meredith said. "I woke up, and I thought she was just sleeping but her bed isn't even made, George. Her dress isn't in her room, or the bathroom, or in the laundry room. So unless you have her dress in you're room somewhere, she left after we went to sleep."

"Meredith, I wouldn't worry too much. Izzie's hurt, yes, but she's still got a good head on her shoulders," George said, not sure if he was trying to convince Meredith or himself.

"Yes, George, because running around Seattle in a prom dress is level headed! She's hurt. She's upset. She's dying on the inside. She might just do something crazy!"

"Like what?"

"I don't know exactly, but all the cars are here. Her keys are here. Which means, if the doors were locked when we went to bed, then she can't get back in the house. She may be wandering around the town. Someone may have grabbed her. Someone may have taken advantage of the situation that she's vulnerable and obviously hurt, therefore causing her to become defenseless. I don't know. All I know is that she's hurting and she's disappeared. And those two factors combined are not a good situation."

"You're right. You're absolutely positively right. So what are we going to do?" George asked.

"I think the best thing for us to do is-" Meredith started, but was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. "Answer the phone."

"Hello?"

"Meredith. It's Alex. I just wanted to let you and George know that Izzie's okay. I was driving around, trying to clear my head last night, and I saw her wandering around. I convinced her to get into my car, and when I tried to bring her home, she refused. I brought her to my house. I figured that when you woke up and realized she wasn't home, you'd worry. So, she's okay."

"Thanks, Alex. We'll be over in a few minutes to pick her up," Meredith said, hanging up her phone.

"She's at Alex's? That's a smart thing for her to do, huh? He probably pulled his normal crap and took advantage of her," George said, stopping when he saw the look on Meredith's face.

"Okay, did you totally miss what he did for her when Denny died? There is a nice side to Alex. That Alex doesn't come out often, but it does when absolutely needed."

"If you say so," George said.

They were walking out the door when George's cell phone rang.

"Hello? Yeah. Do you think that's smart? She's going to get mad. At me probably more than you. Fine. Okay!" George hung up.

"Who was that?"

"No one. Let's go and get Izzie."