"I know I'm late!" The call came from an agitated person running through the door. Meredith's hair was uncombed and wild; she was struggling to get a shoe on.

"That's good that you know you're late, but I don't care whether you know you're late – I expect you to not be late." The harsh words from Bailey were typical. "Now you're working with Shepherd." Meredith felt this was harsh, Bailey knew that she was still upset of Derek, but this was her punishment.

"Uh …" Meredith began.

"You got a problem? Cause the door is right there," Bailey pointed towards the sliding doors. Meredith stared at the doors as 3 EMTs came in. It seems that those doors are a gateway to something new, you come in to be saved, you go out for freedom – you can't always have both. Was now her chance to escape? Perhaps all the saving had been done – she was distracted around Derek and Addison, hated by George, and hated her life in every way. Bailey was insulted by this.

"GET BACK TO WORK!" Just then the sliding doors again shut, and the light had burned out. Meredith momentarily forgot about the Shepherd situation and stared at the ground as she walked towards the board to see where she was to go.

"Can you believe this Burke-O'Malley thing," Christiana Yang and Meredith were having their scheduled talk, it wasn't really a conversation, just talk.

"Why would she do this to me, I'm just late, yet she puts me with the man that has tortured me in every way possible," Meredith "responds."

"I mean if I'm feeling uncomfortable, he should notice that – this is crazy."

"And now despite all of this …"

"What do you think of Burke – isn't he being unfair."

"I think I still love him."

"What?"

"Shepherd."

"Oh, uhh good luck with that," Christina tensely sighed and walked away.

"Hey Mer, Bailey tells me your with me today." Meredith looks at the board, points to the room number, and walks by him as if he wasn't there. Derek just half-grins and slowly breathes in and out. He runs to catch up with her."

"Well what does our patient have, or should I inform Dr. Bailey that you aren't doing your job?" Derek asks this skillfully, she's stuck with him and he's stuck with her – and he loves it. Meredith gives him a glare and opens the file, just then she grins.

"Well he complains of chronic fatigue, Nausea, Depression, and Irritability. Sounds like Addison's Disease." Derek spaced out for a millisecond and thought to himself – "Don't I know it".

"How do we treat him Dr. Grey?" Now he would begin flattering her, although she wouldn't care or notice.

"Well we obviously have to replace the missing cortisol, but in most situations it is a friend or lover that brings in the patient, not them themselves, which suggest that it's very serious, fludrocortisone may be necessary."

"You're inferring."

"Isn't that what my job is, discover the disease and treat it based on the evidence."

"Your job is to fix the patient," Derek jokingly argued.

"You can't fix anything if you don't identify the problem," and with that, they headed towards the room.