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Three – 'Calls & Complications'
The remainder of Meredith's hide out in the library flew by and when she began to make her way to theatre it didn't seem like only a minute had passed since she was talking to Derek. Maybe this was because she had spent most of the time after he had left in a complete daydream, she wasn't sure, but she did know that the break certainly wasn't long enough for her liking. She braced herself when approaching the doors into the theatre, fully knowing that Derek would already be in there and she would fall into his charms like always. Not that she told her friends she did this. They all believe she was actually moving on, putting the whole thing behind her. I am moving on, she thought helplessly, today is just one of those days, a relapse that's all. She was quickly pulled out of her mental debate with the urgent vibrations of her phone that was clipped to the belt of her scrubs. The vet's office? Doc… "Hello?"
"Dr. Grey? This is Finn, Doc's vet." Meredith was suddenly very aware of her own voice as she lent on the wall of the corridor; her face was a picture of surprise.
"Oh, um, is everything okay with Doc?" Meredith asked, suddenly overcome with worry for her dog. Why would the vet be calling her directly if something weren't seriously wrong?
"Yes, don't sound so worried! He's absolutely fine, and missing you like crazy…" Meredith smiled to herself, she knew that Finn was smiling at the end of the line and she felt the butterflies returning just hearing his voice. "I was just ringing to let you know you can pick him up this afternoon."
"Oh, that's great," relief setting in on Meredith's face. "Well… I guess I'll see you later then."
"I look forward to it Meredith, bye."
"Bye." Meredith was still smiling to herself but then sighed. Guess that means no more Finn too…
There was no time to dwell though, neurosurgery beckoned and she'd be occupied for at least the next three hours. She was just about to enter the theatre when she heard the familiarity of Derek's voice from within. He sounded angry however, not like his usual self and she was instantly worried. "No Addison…" Meredith heard, and then it clicked, the Shepherds were having another one of their heated discussions as Derek so frequently called them. Discussions my ass thought Meredith. There was no way they could be just that. Discussions didn't usually involve a slightly psychotic woman at the end of it. She moved and leant against the other side of the corridor, there was no way she was going to walk into the scrub room with that atmosphere. Talk about piggy in the middle! But she didn't have to wait long, as a flurry of red hair and Jimmy Choo heels rushed out of the room. Was she crying? Meredith hadn't seen Addison in such a vulnerable state before and as much as she hated the fact that Derek had gone back to her, she didn't like seeing anyone like that. It was just ingrained in her character she guessed. Now the coast was clear and the atmosphere almost back to normal, she entered the scrub room. The sight she was met with was just as she had expected – Derek leaning over the double sink, looking thoroughly miserable. It was a look she'd been familiarised with over the past couple of months.
"Hey." Was all she could say to him.
"Hey." Derek nodded towards the theatre through the glass window. "Shall we do this?" Meredith began to wash her hands in the sink that Derek was leaning so helplessly on.
"Lets…"
