A/N: Yall might hate me after this one...
Derek walks around the house, his eyes glued to the ceilings and corners where cameras are now installed. Vanessa has cords across the main room, connected to her laptop as she works on syncing up the feeds. There's a light blue van parked two houses down, the outside decorated with the name of some fake electrician company.
The undercover vehicle looks normal to anyone else, but inside holds some of the best top-notch surveillance equipment the government has to offer. Derek smiles to himself, impressed with the job his team has done. Not only is the inside of the house now covered, but the outside as well. There's an alarm system and multiple hidden cameras securing all entrances to the house; all of which can be viewed from the tech van.
"It's been a while since we've been bodyguards, Shep," Jake remarks from his spot on a barstool in the kitchen.
"You know how important this case is," Derek shoots back.
"Just sayin'," Jake shrugs, moving from his spot to stand next to Derek in the main room. "We did good work, yeah?" He asks, following his boss' gaze to the cams.
"We as in, Lohan, Howard, Webbs, Prenton, and I. You sat on the couch and make smartass comments the whole time." Derek's eyes sparkle with amusement, and the blonde man next to him playfully punches him in the shoulder.
"Oh, you wanna go?" Derek squares up to Jake, both men smiling, but flexing their muscles, adrenaline before a fight kicking in.
"You are both children!" Maggie snaps as she walks into the room. "Take it outside, now!" The men quickly make their way out the back door to the soft, green grass of Meredith's fenced-in backyard.
"It's been too long since we've sparred," observes Derek, shaking out his arms.
"You scared? Need a refresher, old man?" Jake taunts, a cocky grin on his face.
"Oh, you did not just call me old man." That's the last straw, and Derek launches himself at his team member, both men having been trained for years in hand-to-hand combat, it's evenly matched. They're not hurting each other, just getting some practice work in.
After an hour, both men are sweating from their workout, muscles burning from use. They lay on the grass, staring at the cloudy Seattle sky.
"Shit," Jake breathes, and they both begin laughing.
"You're better than I remember."
"Been practicing."
"Still can't beat me though," Derek says cockily.
"Shut your mouth before I punch your lights out." Jake threatens. A clap of thunder makes both men jump, and they start to get up and rush into the house, just in time for the rain to start pouring out of the sky.
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When the three women pull into Meredith's driveway, finally back from the hospital, Meredith is the first out of the car in an instant. She quickly makes her way inside, barely noticing the rain and nearly tripping over some wires that have appeared across her hall thanks to the FBI team's fancy setup she now has in her home.
Cristina exchanges a concerned look with Olivia then takes off after the other surgeon. Meredith doesn't so much as look at anyone as she flees upstairs to the master bathroom, Cristina finally catching up to her.
When the cardio surgeon enters the bathroom, she's confused by the sight in front of her. Meredith's shoes are across the floor while she stands on the scale in the corner of the room.
"What's happening here?"
"Um, something Dr. Wyatt said..." The blonde answers, not looking away from the scale. "Shit!" She exclaims when the numbers appear, and she steps off.
"Okay, explain, please?"
"She uh, well, w-we talked about how I'm not eating. Everyone knows I'm not eating, I mean, I barely touch any food a-and have no appetite and-"
"Get to the point," Cristina urges, cutting off her rambling.
"The point is...I should be losing weight," Meredith takes a deep breath. "But I'm not. I-I've gained a pound."
"You lost me..."
"Think about it, Cristina! Nausea in the mornings, weight gain, mood swings, sensitivity to smell."
"I thought the nausea was just because of the trial?"
"It hasn't gone away..."
"Oh my god," Cristina gasps, realization hitting her like a brick.
"What if...what if..." Meredith starts, her voice breaking as she's unable to even voice her thoughts.
"When was your last period?"
"I-I don't, I don't," she tries, beginning to hyperventilate. She takes a step back, leaning against the wall for support. Cristina, growing more concerned by the second moves closer.
"Meredith, look at me," she commands, and petrified green eyes meet brown. "Breathe. You have to breathe. Just focus on me, okay? Deep breaths, just breathe."
Meredith hiccups as she makes an attempt to calm herself, but it's no use. Her lungs have tightened and all sorts of emotions she' can't control are bubbling to the surface. Cristina places a hand on her arm, continuing to try and soothe the woman who has since pulled her legs to her chest, sitting in a ball in the corner of the bathroom.
It takes a good forty-five minutes for her to collect herself again, and Cristina hasn't moved from her side the entire time. Currently, the two women are sitting in silence, still on the bathroom floor.
"You want something to eat or drink?" Cristina finally, tenderly offers.
Meredith is quiet for a minute, her eyes closed and her head resting against the wall. "Yeah." She slowly hauls herself to her feet, pushing away the questions that had been bouncing around her head thanks to her recent suspicions.
They make their way downstairs, where the house has cleared out. Alex and Jo are cuddled on the couch, Derek and Maggie nearby. Meredith fills herself a glass of water, then moves to sit in the living room. The adults quickly pick up on her strange demeanor but don't say anything, just focusing on the cooking show that's playing on TV.
It's quiet, save for some smart remarks about the show, until there's a loud noise, followed by something shattering across the house anf yells from outside. Instantly, both agents have their weapons drawn, and Meredith is frozen, her eyes wide with fear. Derek signals to Maggie to cover him and stay in the main room with the four surgeons.
"Lohan, what do you see?" He whispers. The three agents who are on patrol together are all connected through microphones and earpieces. Derek holds his Glock out in front of him, making his way through the hall towards where the noise came from.
"Um, nothing sir," The technical analyst replies, zooming in on the camera feeds from her position in the van. "Just a broken window in the office, no sign of movement."
Derek's adrenaline is pumping as he finds the closed door to the office, lifting a leg a sending a powerful kick to swing it open. He steps in, finger on the trigger of his gun as he checks out the room. "Clear!" He shouts once he's sure it's empty, making sure Maggie can hear him through the house. The agent crosses the room to the broken window. Glass litters the floor, but there's no sign of any forced entry.
Everyone starts to relax a bit, until the doorbell rings. Maggie is the closest, she tells the doctors to stay where they are as she goes to the front door, her gun still in her hands. "Lohan?" She asks quietly, not wanting to risk being seen through a window if there's danger.
"Looks like a mom and her kid, that's it. No signs of any other people."
Maggie holsters her weapon, though keeps her hand on it, just in case as she slowly opens the door, keeping most of her body behind it. "Can I help you?"
The woman standing on the porch looks to be in her thirties, and she's holding the hand of a little boy who seems to be an exact copy of her. She has a stern look on her face. "My son has something he needs to say to you," she says, nudging the boy.
"I was playing baseball in my yard and I accidentally hit it through your window..." He mumbles, looking at his shoes. Maggie relaxes, a bit of a smile on her face as she reveals more of her body from behind the door.
"And?" The mother prompts.
"I'm really really really sorry." The boy finishes, finally meeting Maggie's gaze guiltily.
"Really, we are so sorry if you want us to pay for the repair or-" The mother starts.
"Ma'am, it's okay." Maggie kindly cuts the woman off. "You scared us for a minute there but kids will be kids, right?"
The woman smiles, relief flashing across her face. "Thank you so much," she says, then walks off the porch, her boy dragging his beside her, no doubt in big trouble.
Maggie shuts the door, locking it and double-checking her gun. She walks back into the living room to find a terrified-looking Meredith, as well as Derek. "The neighbors. Some kid hit his ball through the window, you're safe," she reassures them, Meredith only relaxing slightly.
"We need to get that window replaced as soon as possible, it's an easy entrance." Derek cuts in. Cristina nods, pulling out her phone and stepping into the kitchen to call someone to come and repair the damage. "Lohan, pay special attention to the window until it's replaced, just in case," Derek says into his mic, getting a confirmation from the woman in the van.
Cristina reenters the living room, an apple in her hand. "Someone will be by tomorrow," she says to the agents, then hands the fruit out to Meredith. "Eat."
Meredith shakes her head, but Cristina doesn't budge. After a few minutes of staring each other down, the blonde gives in and takes the apple, taking a few bites as Cristina sits on the couch next to her.
"What do you want to do?" She asks quietly. Meredith tenses, shaking her head.
"I don't know."
"You need to find out for sure before you make any decisions," Cristina continues to keep her voice low, the other people in the room oblivious to the two women, as they're having their own conversation.
"I have tests in the bathroom..."
Cristina doesn't say anything in return to that, only looking at Meredith. She doesn't want to force the blonde to do anything, she needs to make this decision on her own. Meredith sets the apple down on the side table and stands, her gaze hollow as she looks at Cristina.
"Let's go," Meredith decides. The cardio surgeon pulls out her most comforting smile and follows the blonde up the stairs, not bothering to tell anyone else what's happening. When they reach the master bathroom, Meredith opens a cabinet and pulls out three boxes. "I'm taking them all. Whatever it says, I want to be sure."
Cristina only nods, stepping out of the bathroom to allow Meredith some privacy as she pees on the stick. After a minute, the door opens again, as a scared-looking surgeon holding three pregnancy tests in her hands.
"Three minutes?" Cristina asks, wanting to confirm how long they have to wait before they can see the results. Meredith can only muster a nod in response. The blonde shuts the toilet lid, taking a seat on it and fumbling with the tests in her hand. Cristina leans against the sink, content to simply watch her friend.
Meredith glances at the clock every few seconds, time seeming to pass slower than it ever has before, until finally, it hits three minutes. Meredith looks at Cristina and Cristina gives her a nod, trying to transfer whatever strength she can over to her friend. The blonde takes a deep breath. Whatever it says, she needs to know.
Finally, Meredith looks down at the pregnancy tests. All three of them say the same thing.
"Oh, god."