Dr. Bailey had been so kind as to allow Meredith to work with Dr. Shepherd for the day. She didn't particularly want to put them together, but with everything that had happened recently, she thought it would be the best plan. There was also the fact that she allowed Karev to be Dr. Montgomery's intern. Just this once, everyone was allowed to choose their surgeon. But, only this once. She vowed never to let it happen again.

"Dr. Grey, you're getting a page," the nurse was holding up Meredith's beeping pager.

"I'll call them back later."

"I think you want to take this call. It's the police department."

Meredith looked up to find Derek staring at her. She had no idea what she would find out when she returned the call. In fact, she wasn't sure that she wanted to find out. What if they told her she'd probably been infected by HIV? Maybe they were going to say that they had no idea who had attacked her. She would have to live with the knowledge that he was walking free and probably hurting other women, possibly children. She met Derek's eyes. He was obviously as curious as she was. She handed her retractor back to the scrub nurse and pulled off her gloves and gown. Here we go.

"Hello. My name is Meredith Grey, and I'm calling for Officer Stanton."

"Please hold for a moment," there was a click then a Britney Spears song was playing lightly in Meredith's ear.

"Stanton."

"Hi. This is Meredith Grey. I just received your page."

"Ahh, yes. How are you?"

"Getting better."

"Good to hear. We have some good news for you."

Good news? He has good news? Maybe they've caught him! Maybe he's been tortured. No, that's mean. Good news! Meredith was unable to speak for a moment, and her thoughts were racing. Good news!

"Can you come down to the station today?"

"I'll be there just as soon as I can."

"Ask for me at the front desk."

"Sure thing, Officer."

Meredith went back into OR 8 to tell Derek she was leaving. He could tell by the smile on her face that all was well, and she promised to call as soon as she could. She left the hospital floating, as if her feet were only lightly touching the ground as she walked. When Cristina came around the corner, Meredith told her where she was going. Cristina, who'd wanted to pick the guy's brain apart without anesthesia when she'd found out what happened, was delighted to hear that Meredith was potentially getting good news. Meredith floated out to her car and made her way to the police station in the rush hour traffic.

"Hello. I'm here to see Officer Stanton."

"Name?"

"Meredith Grey."

"Yes, he is expecting you. Please place your purse and shoes on the conveyor and step through the metal detector."

Meredith did as she was told, slipped her sneakers back on, and walked toward Officer Stanton's office. When she knocked on the door, he opened it and offered her a doughnut and coffee. Why are cops always eating doughnuts and drinking coffee? She stepped in and took a raspberry filled doughnut with chocolate icing on top.

"I believe we have some good news for you," he paused, licking cream cheese from his fingers. "The man who raped you has been identified."

"He has?"

"Yes. He's been involved in several other cases beginning almost thirty years ago."

"He has?" she was very excited to hear that his identity was now known.

"It seems, he attacks at random then flees to another city. In all but the first case, he had a woman to distract the victim. All the victims have given the same descriptions of the man and woman."

"What happened in the first case?"

"I'm a little fuzzy on the details. It was twenty-eight years ago at some boarding school in Massachusetts. He was a high school level student, but after the incident, he disappeared for a long time. He didn't resurface until about six years ago, when he began his attacks with his accomplice."

Meredith gasped. Is it possible? Addison didn't say where she went to boarding school.

"He tried to attack a young woman last night in Los Angeles, but another woman saw what was happening and knocked both of them out cold with her son's tee-ball bat."

Meredith was delighted to hear that he'd been hit with a ball bat. She would have been more delighted if she could've hit him herself, but at least another woman was spared the pain of dealing with a rape. However, she couldn't stop thinking about the first incidence.

"Could you possibly find more information about the first case for me?"

"May I ask why?"

"It sounds very familiar."

"You couldn't have been more than a year old at the most when that happened…"

"I have a friend who was attacked at a boarding school when she was nine. I can't help but think that it sounds very familiar."

"Well, it's unlikely that you and your friend were attacked by the same person, but have her come in and talk to us. I can't really give you much more information about the case."

"Okay."

Meredith paged Addison as soon as she got back into her car. She drove toward the hospital hoping that Addison would call back soon. Just as she was pulling into the parking lot, her phone rang. Addison's number was on the caller ID. She flipped her phone open and nearly shouted at her friend.

"Addison! You have to go down to the police station!"

"What? Why?"

"You…just should…"

"Meredith."

"Umm…they might know who…hurt you…when you were young."

"Why do you think that?"

"Did you go to boarding school in Massachusetts?"

"Yes…" she hesitated slightly.

"Well, then, you need to go to the police station as soon as you can."

"Okay. I'll go as soon as I round on my last three patients."

"Great. Let me know what happens."

"Sure."

Addison clicked her phone shut, scared and a little excited. She may soon get the chance to see her attacker suffer the consequences of his actions. It was exhilarating! After all these years, I might be able to get some closure on this whole situation. They've finally found Bobby Thomas. Excited though she was, Addison didn't want to make the trip alone. She went to find Alex after rounds.

"Hey, Babe. How're you feeling?"

"I'm okay. Can I ask you for a favor?" she was suddenly nervous.

"Anything," he looked concerned but definitely willing to help.

"Will you go to the police station with me?"

"What happened?"

"Nothing. Well, nothing new. They might have found the guy who…" she paused to take a deep breath, "The guy who raped me."

"Sure, I'll go with you. When do you want to go?"

"Now."

"Okay. Let's go," he took her by the hand and kissed her cheek.

Addison was very quiet along the way, and Alex didn't want to interrupt her thoughts. Actually, he was unsure of what to say. He didn't want to upset her or say something stupid, but he wanted to be there for her. He tugged on her hand, and she smiled slightly. It was then that he knew she would be fine.

When they arrived at the station, the pair held hands walking in and while waiting, but when it was time for Addison to speak to the officer, she pulled her hand free. Giving Alex a reassuring nod, she followed Officer Beal into a private room. He understood that this was something she needed to do alone and didn't try to follow.

"I believe it is Officer Stanton that has been handling this case and the related ones."

"Yes, I've spoken with him before."

"He's busy at the moment, but we'll see what we can do."

"Thanks," she took a seat across from Officer Beal, feeling nervous.

"It is my understanding that a friend of yours believes she was attacked by the same person who raped you twenty-eight years ago."

"Yes…"

"What can you tell me about your attacker?"

"Well, we were both students at the Lancaster School in Massachusetts. He was a high school level student, and I was in third grade."

"Do you remember his name?"

"How could I forget? His name was Robert Daniel Thomas. His friends called him Bobby the Robber because he often stole from the younger students," she could tell by the look on the officer's face that she'd struck gold.

"I believe it is the same person. He's in a holding cell in Los Angeles and will be transported her within a few hours. We'll need both of you to identify him, of course, but it's looking like we'll be able to try him for every crime he's committed."

"Even mine?"

"Yes. There is no question in your case. You knew him, and there was physical evidence. We'll give you a call as soon as he's brought in."

"Thank-you," she shook his hand with a smile.

As a door opened, Alex looked up to find Addison being led out by a sturdy officer with a tough, but kind, face. She was positively beaming, and he stood to embrace her. He held her close for a moment before pulling back to look at her face. She was crying but still smiling.

"They found him, Alex! They finally caught him!"

"Yes!" he pumped his fist into the air then kissed her passionately.

"Alex?" she looked at him questioningly, with a sort of look he'd never seen before.

"Yeah? You okay?"

"I'm fine," she sighed happily.

"You sure?"

"Yup. Let's go home," she tugged his arm, still giving him the odd look.

After Addison unlocked the door to her penthouse, she pulled Alex into a passionate kiss. Finally, finally, after so many years, Addison felt comfortable in her own body. Just knowing that the man who raped her would soon be locked up helped her to feel more comfortable. For the first time, she made the first move. Relief had washed over her body in the police station. Now this relief was being replaced with desire. Her hands fumbled with the buttons on Alex's shirt as she kissed him. This time, it was he that pulled away to look at her.

"Addie?" he could feel his body respond to her but didn't want her to notice, especially after recent events.

"Yeah?"

"Sweetheart, I…umm…" he wasn't sure what to say now.

"Okay then," she pulled him onto the couch, climbed into his lap, and took off his shirt.

"Ads? What are you doing?" she had just unzipped his pants.

"Roasting a turkey. What do you think?"

"You're making out with me."

"I know," seeing his surprise, she added, "I want to."

"Okay, but Addie, you're kind of…well…I'm getting…"

"I know."

He pulled away from her as she tried to kiss him again. I haven't done anything to make her think I want to sleep with her…Have I? I want this so much, but I don't want her to feel pressured. The crazy look was still in her eye. A look he now recognized as "bedroom eyes". She pulled on his pants a little more before pulling off her own shirt. He thought his head would explode when he saw her in a pink satin and lace bra and her Gucci pants.

"I want to do this, Addie. You have no idea how much, but I love you more than that. I want you to be ready. I want you to want this."

"I do. I am. I want you," she kissed his bare chest. "All of you."

"You're sure?"

Her response was to slide her lips down his chest. The rise in his pants was now more pronounced than ever, and neither of them could take it any longer. Kissing the entire way, they headed toward the bedroom, undressing each other. They collapsed onto the bed, happier than they had been in a long time. As Alex pulled her body into his, she let out a soft moan, and he held her still closer. I'm never going to let her slip away. I am the luckiest person alive.

A/N: I'm not sure I like this chapter. Please, review!