Meredith glanced up as someone set a coffee down beside her. She was sitting in the conference room with a mountain of charts and papers all around her. Mark slid into a seat as he sipped his own coffee.

"Thanks." She sighed, sitting back in the chair as she pushed her hair out of her face and sipped her coffee.

"No problem." He looked around as she went back to work. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to find Victoria's parents." She mumbled not looking up from the page she was reading.

"Why? I mean, you're a surgeon. Why are you bothering with something that's not your job?" He asked. She looked up and shrugged.

"Because… I told her that I would find her parents and… now I'm going to do it."

"Have you been in surgery at all today?"

She shook her head and sighed. Her eyes traveled up the large stack that still had to be taken care of. "No time, I still have to work through all of these and those… and those. I have to go through the surgical, non-surgical, ICU, morgue, missing persons, recovery, and discharges. They're estimating that there were nearly a thousand injuries all together."

"How long have you been down here?"

She glanced at her watch. "Almost an hour." She rubbed her hand over her face. "When's your next surgery?"

"Twenty minutes."

"Then you should start going."

"Yeah I guess you're right."

"Of course I am."

"And you say I have an ego." He chuckled. "I'll see you later."

"Thanks for the coffee."

"Your welcome." He walked out.

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She had to leave her work to tend to a patient an hour after she left. The patient ended up coding a half an hour later and they worked her for awhile. She checked on Victoria who was already asleep. It was getting to be seven before she returned to the conference room. Now, it was nine and she was still working her way through charts, discharge papers, and morgue notes. She had gotten through about half which was piled at the end of the table. Once the pile of "already been done" charts had reach pretty high, she carefully pushed it to the end of the table trying to make room for the next set. After reading probably more than two or three hundred charts, all the words were starting to sound the same. She had read enough on every Jane or John Doe to be able to pick them out in a crowd. She had stared at countless numbers of morgue photos. It was like the dead and injured were hunting her. She had talked to her friends and Christina's words were "why the hell do you care?" Izzie was a little more understanding as was George. Alex said all the same as Christina. They had all gone home or were heading that way or to Joe's.

Her stomach rumbled as she rubbed her temples shutting yet another folder setting it aside. She blinked trying to clear her vision after staring at a page for a long while. Sighing, she grabbed another folder and set it in front of her. Bringing her attention back to the task at hand, she began to read another report. The door opened and Mark walked in. In each hand he held a Styrofoam container. She didn't hear the door, but the smell instantly caught her attention. She lifted her head and looked at him.

"Hey." Her eyes were trained on the containers.

"Hey." He smiled setting the food in front of her.

"You didn't have to. But I'm definitely happy you did."

He chuckled and sat down beside her. "So what do this kid's parents look like?"

She looked at him. "What?"

He picked up a folder and opened it. "What do they look like?"

"You don't have to help."

"I want to. If you're stuck here, so am I. We're fellow dirty mistresses. We stick together."

"I'm sure there's some place you would rather be."

"I wouldn't want to be any place but here." He looked up and smiled. "So what do they look like?"

Meredith smiled as she sighed. "Father's name is Jerry Smith and has brown hair, brown eyes… she said tall. Mother's name is Kathryn Smith. She has blonde hair and blueish eyes and is tall too. But everyone is tall to a four year old."

"Found anything yet?"

"No, I've gone through and there are people who are close to the description, but they've been identified or… dead and don't seem to match up."

"Let's get to work." Mark said looking down at the papers.

"Thank you, Mark."

He smiled. "I wouldn't let you drowned in this alone. What kind of person would I be?"

She smiled and went back to work.