Title: Loud And Clear

Authors: Sara And Lizzie

Rating: T for language, mild sex

Disclaimer: we don't own grey's anatomy, or any anatomies but our own at that.

Summary: Sequel to One Hell Of a Racket. Babies, weddings, and rain. Seattle at it's finest. Babysitting for the ex wife, meeting the family, planning the wedding and fending off the intern. All in a day's work.

Author's Note: The final story in our trilogy. We're staring two days from where 'Racket' left off. Also, we made up all the names and details of Derek's family, save for Nancy, who we adore, by the way.

It's so hard to write nice Derek when he's being such a jerk on the show, but we tried at the end. Basically, just stick with us, and we hope you like it.

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Meredith stepped out of the small trauma room as they wheeled Addison towards the OR. All of their friends were standing in small, close knit group. She sighed and shook her head. "They don't know what went wrong, but the fetal heart rate is low. There's practically no oxygen getting to the baby. They're taking her for a C-section now." She said. She looked at Izzie. "Iz, at her last check up Addison told them that if anything went wrong she wanted you in the OR."

Izzie raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Me?" she echoed. Meredith nodded. Izzie took a deep breath, nodded and followed the gurney Addison was on. Izzie gone and left with nothing to do but worry, the crowd dispersed, until Meredith was left facing Derek. Her jaw was set and her eyes narrowed as he looked at her.

"Mer?" he questioned, worried and wondering why she was acting this way. He ran a hand through his hair and kept on looking at her, confident that if he stared at her long enough, she would open up. Instead she turned away from him.

"I'm going to go sit with Mark in the gallery." She said coldly. Derek watched her back as she jogged lightly towards the gallery. She didn't look back once as she put distance in between them. Derek ran a hand through his hair feeling a familiar uneasiness in the pit of his stomach. He shook it off and set to filling out the chart from his morning's surgery.

Meredith sunk down into a chair in the gallery next to Mark. She clutched his shoulder and he smiled over at her. "It's going well." He said. "Stevens just said the baby is close enough to term." He frowned. "Of course they don't know what was wrong with her…"

"Mark. It's Addison. She's going to be on her feet bossing us around in no time." She reminded him. He grinned at her and slung an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in for a one armed hug.

"Thanks Meredith." He said genuinely. She smiled and settled back in her seat. "So did you give it to Derek yet?" Mark asked. She was about to respond when she heard a commotion at the door. She looked and recognized Cristina's intern Kiara and one of Izzie's interns. Kiara was frowning and talking animatedly.

"I go into the room for rounds and Bridget freaking Neilson is already rounding on my patient. My patient. And then she goes to Shepherd, and by some ridiculous injustice, the guy has a clot, and she scrubs in on the surgery for being diligent. I would have done a CT too if she hadn't stolen my patient." Meredith's face reddened and Mark let out a low whistle.

"Give me your pager." Meredith demanded, holding out her hand. Mark didn't say anything; he just handed it over to her, and sighed, watching as she sent a page. Minutes later, Bridget appeared in front of them, smiling coyly, biting her lip.

"You paged, Dr. Sloan?" she asked, flipping her chestnut locks over her shoulder. Meredith narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest. The gallery was crowded. Bailey was there. Derek had just appeared, and was leaning in the doorway. Cristina, multiple interns, Alex. They were all there. Meredith steeled her resolve. She had to set an example.

"That would have been me." She said. "I paged you all day and you didn't answer." She said coolly. Bridget smirked.

"Yea, I was in surgery with Dr. Shepherd."

"You were with me today, Neilson." Meredith said, standing. "Let's get a few things straight. When you do rounds, you round on the patients whose charts you have. You do not round on other interns patients." She shouted, her voice rising. "You do not steal patients to get in on surgeries." She lowered her voice and leaned in very close whispering in her ear. "And you do not go near my fiancée." She hissed. She straightened up and raised her voice. "When I page you, you will answer, you will do what you're supposed to. And until you learn that, you're on scut. Got it?"

She turned around calmly. "Anyone need any rectal exams?" she asked. Cristina and Bailey each handed her a few charts, which she passed to Bridget. "Have a nice day, Dr. Neilson." She said. Cristina's interns turned to her friend and started whispering.

"I told you she stole my patient." She hissed. "God, Dr. Grey has…"

"Ballsy, Mer." Cristina said. Meredith set her eyes on Derek who looked confused. She squeezed Mark's shoulder again, and told him she would be back later.

She laid her eyes on Derek. "You. Now." She said, tugging him into the hallway.

"Wasn't that a little much?" he asked. Meredith's jaw dropped.

"Seriously, Derek? Seriously?" she demanded. "She stole a patient to get alone time with you and a surgery. How do you think I felt when I needed you today, and I paged you about ten times, and you didn't answer? The last I saw, you were walking down the hall with my intern. I cut into someone's brain today, Derek and I needed help. I needed you and you didn't even answer my pages!" Her hands were shaking with anger.

"The patient did need surgery." Derek defended. "It was important."

"This isn't about the freaking patient. You had all those hours after the surgery to find out why I paged you, and you didn't, Derek. So, just…" she shook her head. "Just go, okay?"

"Meredith…"

"No. I'm angry because I needed your help and you weren't there, but I'll get over it. So just go before this turns into something bigger than it has to okay?" Derek nodded and walked away. Even though she asked him to, Meredith hadn't expected him to go. She stood outside the gallery for a few minutes, until she felt a presence next to her.

"You did well with her, Grey." Bailey said. Meredith nodded, knowing that at least, she did something right today. "And Grey? I heard from your scrub nurses about that surgery. You didn't need his help. You got it on your own."

Derek walked down the hallway, frowning. "Shepherd." Burke called. Derek stopped and walked over to his friend. "How's Addison doing?" he asked.

Derek nodded. "Surgery's almost done. She's stable and the baby is close enough to term to make it out just fine." Burke nodded. Derek and turned to him. "Meredith yelled at me." He confessed.

Burke chuckled. "What did you do now?" he asked. Derek frowned, but considered the question. He had let her down, again. Like he always ended up doing somehow.

"She went into surgery. She needed my help, and I knew she was paging me, but I just forgot to page her back later." He said. "Do you think that…?" He trailed off. "Do you think there's some kind of reason? That I always end up letting her down?"

Burke crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You don't always let her down. You're there for her when it counts, Derek." He said, picking up his own pager. "We can finish this later." He said, heading for the OR floor. Derek's eyes caught smoke swirling in the air outside the window. He headed for the door and popped his head out.

"Dr. Neilson." He said. She grinned and took a drag off of her cigarette.

"Dr. Shepherd." She countered. "What brings you to the land of exiled interns?" she asked, biting the flesh of her lip suggestively.

"Sorry about that." Derek said, shrugging. "I should have disciplined you myself. You never told me you stole the patient."

Bridget grinned and dropped one eye down into a lazy wink. "You probably wouldn't have let me scrub in then, would you, Dr. Shepherd?" He moved outside the door, and leaned against a railing, opposite her.

"Probably not." He admitted, smiling. He paused and looked at her. Izzie was babbling the other day about how she was famous for nothing, a socialite like those Hilton girls. "Why are you here, Dr. Neilson? Why surgery?"

She shrugged. "I could star in my own reality show, but really, I'm too smart for that." She said, winking again, and tossing her cigarette on the ground. "The question is," she asked huskily, "why not?" she brushed past him as she moved for the door. "I'll see you later, Dr. Shepherd." She said. When Derek followed her inside a few minutes later, he was met by Cristina. She was standing right in front of the door; her legs planted firmly, her arms folded.

"Stop it now." She said. "Stop it now or give her up."

"Yang…" Derek started.

Cristina shook her head, fire in her eyes. "I know that you and I are friends these days, but in this moment, you are marrying my best friend. If you want to flirt with conniving interns, call it off. But if you love Meredith, stop with Neilson." Derek nodded, dumbstruck, realizing that she had been flirting with him. And he had been flirting back.

"Yeah." He said. "Okay." He shuffled his weight from one foot to the other and looked down, away from the intense, piercing stare of Cristina. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"I swear to God, if I ever so much as hear a whisper of anything between you and that intern, I will hunt you down, and perform a valve replacement with a rock instead of a new valve and absolutely no anesthetics, do you understand?" Derek swallowed and nodded.

"Fine. See you at Joe's then, Derek." Cristina said, almost pleasantly. Derek shook his head, wondering what he was doing. He started off quickly towards the gallery, but ran into Meredith getting off the elevator.

"She's stable, and the baby is doing well." Meredith said, trying to push past him. Derek grabbed her wrist and held on tight, dragging her to a more secluded hallway.

"I'm sorry." He said, as soon as they were alone. "I'm an ass sometimes, Mer. You know that. And I really am sorry. I hate…" he swallowed. "More than anything, I hate feeling like I've let you down." The harsh look on Meredith's face softened.

"Hey," she said, brushing a lock of hair out of his eyes. "You haven't let me down, okay? I may have let my jealous imagination run a little wild, and I over reacted."

Derek shook his head. "I should have been there." Meredith smiled, and traced his lips with her fingers.

"You're here now." She whispered. Derek leaned down and snaked his arms around, pulling her close for a kiss.

"Yeah." He whispered. "I'm here now."