Bailey saw Amelia writing her post-op notes at the nursing station. "Have you heard from your brother?"

"Me? No way."

"Meredith's freaking out. With the plane crash and Derek missing, she's in full panic mode."

"I'm sure Derek's fine."

"But he missed his meeting at the White House. That's not like him."

Amy looked up at Bailey. "You're right. That's not like my brother. He doesn't miss important meetings. Work is usually number one for him. I'll try and call him." Bailey nodded. She had completed her mission, getting Amelia to call her brother.

Amelia went into her office for privacy. She was nervous as she called her brother. She couldn't imagine why he hadn't gone to the meeting or at least called his wife. They had been doing so well together lately. The phone rang four times, but finally it stopped ringing.

"Amy?"

"Yes, Derek, it's me. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm going to be fine."

Amy found the "going to be" language troubling. "Your wife is freaking out. Why haven't you called her?"

"Just tell Meredith I'm fine. I moved my meeting till tomorrow, so I'll be home tomorrow night."

Now Amy was suspicious. "Why don't you talk to your wife?"

"I need to talk to her in person."

"Derek, what did you do?"

"Nothing."

"If it's nothing, you would be calling your wife." Amy said, thinking logically.

"Well, it's not what I did. I did nothing. Just tell Meredith I'm fine and I'll be home tomorrow."

"I can't do that unless I know what's going on."

"Amy, I know you. You can't keep a secret."

"Oh, yes I can. I never told you that I knew Addie and Mark were getting it on." Amy thought to herself, and I never told you that I had a baby, a brainless baby who died. I can really keep a secret.

"Amy, you knew about Addie and Mark?" Derek sounded shocked.

"Yes, and I kept it a secret."

"You're my sister, not hers."

"It was after you left for Seattle. You already knew about it."

"Still Addie let me think it was a one-night thing for a long time. I would never have gone back to her if I'd known. It would have been nice if you told me."

"Not my job. Anyway, I have proven I can keep a secret."

"I guess so."

"Derek, what happened?"

"I'm at G.W. hospital. I'm going to be discharged tomorrow morning. I'll go to the White House for my meeting, and then I'm flying home."

"Why are you at the hospital?" Amy asked, worried.

"I'm fine."

"What happened? If you were fine, you would have been discharged already, you know, you are a doctor."

"Amy, you can't tell Meredith. And that means you can't tell anyone, not even Owen. I want to tell her myself."

"Okay. I won't tell anyone."

"I was working on my final report late last night, and I was stabbed."

Amy was shocked. Images of her father being shot went through her mind. "Stabbed?"

"Yes. My lung was punctured, but I'm going to be totally fine. They just to observe me for a full day, and I'll be on my way tomorrow morning. I don't want Meredith getting on plane to come here."

"Don't worry about that. I don't think Meredith is getting on a plane anytime soon."

"Why not?"

"Today the e.r. got some survivors from a small plane crash. I think it brought back bad memories for Meredith and Arizona."

Derek sighed audibly. "Is Meredith okay?"

"She's frantic worrying about you. Can I bring her the phone?"

"No, I want to talk to her in person."

"Why the secrecy around a stabbing? It's not your fault you were stabbed." Amy waited for Derek to respond, but the silence was telling. "Oh no, it was your fault you were stabbed. Who stabbed you?"

"My research fellow."

"Your research fellow?"

"Yes."

"What happened?"

"I think she had a crush on me. And when she saw me last night finishing up the report, she stabbed me."

"Derek, there's more to this story than you're telling me."

"Well, that's why I want to tell Meredith in person."

"Don't tell me you cheated on Meredith."

"I didn't cheat on Meredith."

"You're sure? Nothing inappropriate happened?"

"I didn't cheat on my wife. When I realized Rene had a crush on me, I came home to work on my marriage. And that's what I've been doing. And I don't want to jeopardize my marriage."

"Well, I think you need to talk to her now. She's frantic, she having PTSD, and she needs to speak to you. So get over yourself and call your wife. I will tell her that I spoke to you and that you seem to be fine, you're coming home tomorrow, and I told you to call her. If you love her, call her."

"I'll think about it. But some things are better to talk about in person. And I can't tell her anything without telling her everything. So just tell her I love her, and I'll be home tomorrow night."

"Okay. But call her."