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.

Sorry it's been so long. Here's some action for you, though. If you think this is bad, wait until the next chapter, cause that's when shit really starts to hit the fan.

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Meredith hopped onto a stool. "Mer!" Joe greeted her. "What can I get you?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. I have to be ready in case my patient takes a turn for the worse." She told him, grinning.

"These guys were just telling me about the big surgery. You forgive him yet?" Meredith blushed and shrugged, smiling sheepishly.

"Of course she has." Izzie said, grinning. "She always forgives Derek. Even when he makes out with Addison."

"He did not make out with Addison." Meredith said indignantly. She ran a hand through her hair, the dim light of the bar reflecting off of her engagement ring.

"But he did give her that rock." Alex said with a grin, earning an eye roll from Meredith. He reached over and patted her on the shoulder. "It's okay to sell out Grey."

Meredith was about to retort, but Izzie cut her off. "Well if the freaking wedding is still on, you're going to be busy. I made you a list of calls you need to make. The florist, the church, the reception hall, the catering company…" she took a breath, ready to go on but Meredith stopped her.

"The wedding was never off." She said strongly. "It would take hell and high water to cancel this wedding."

Izzie took a sip of her drink and shook her head. "Don't jinx it, Mer. Don't jinx it."

Meredith shot her a look. "Joe, do you have coke?" she asked. "There's nothing to jinx, Iz. We're fine. Great."

"Famous last words." Alex said, flashing her a cheeky grin.

"Dr. Shepherd?" Bridget said, nervously, fiddling with the edge of her scrub top. Derek turned around, irritation evident in his face. He was tired of her games and her runaround.

"What?" he snapped, holding up his pager and sighing. "Damn it." He muttered. "Make it quick, Neilson."

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I was out of line, Dr. Shepherd. And immature, and I really hope I didn't cause any trouble." She said, smiling timidly. "I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do for you… make it up to you?"

Derek rolled his eyes at her. "You're a piece of work, Neilson, you know that?"

She looked appropriately embarrassed. "I've been told." She admitted with a shrug. "I can keep track of your pages if you need me to. Run around for you."

Derek considered it. It didn't seem like a bad idea; it seemed damn convenient, actually. "Yeah, all right." he said, handing over his pager. "Tell everyone who pages me I'm in OR 3, and make sure you come get me if there's anything urgent."

"Of course." She said, offering a shy smile. "I apologize, Dr. Shepherd."

"Actions speak louder, Neilson." He said, bounding off to the OR. She headed to the pit to answer his page, stopping by the nurse's station on her way.

"Hey Olivia?" she asked sweetly.

"What?" the nurse asked flatly.

"Dr. Shepherd asked me to monitor Dr. Grey's patient from this morning… Do you know if she's got her pager on her?" Olivia arched an eyebrow and nodded at Bridget, who smiled and practically skipped away.

An hour later, she checked the OR. She gauged the amount of time left in the procedure, and decided it was time. Pulling his pager out of the pocket of her scrubs, she paged Meredith with a 911.

"The baby is so cute." Meredith confirmed. "It's sharing genes of Addison and Mark. How could they possibly produce anything less than gorgeous? And it sleeps through the night too. I stayed there, right? And I swear, nothing."

"Wow." Izzie said, playing with a strand of hair. "I can't believe after all of that they had a baby."

"You're the godmother." Meredith said. "Shouldn't you be doing godmotherly activities? Buying little baby shoes and onsies?"

"Yea." Alex chimed in. "Practice. We'd have cute kids too, wouldn't we, honey?" he joked.

Izzie rolled her eyes and kissed him quickly. "And you're flagged." She said, sliding his drink out of reach. Meredith laughed at them and felt a vibration at her hip.

"Crap." She muttered. "911 from Derek. Must be my patient from this morning."

"Go get 'em doctor." Joe called as she said goodbye to Alex and Izzie, leaving them quarreling over who's features their potential children would get.

She met him in the stairwell. It was dark, pitch black almost. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she was in her scrubs. She didn't say anything, but waited for him to speak first. "Hey you." He said.

One step towards him was all he needed. He reached for her, and his tongue invaded her mouth instantly. She wrestled back with her own. Derek immediately felt something different in the kiss. In the seconds it took him to connect the pieces of the puzzle, the lights in the stairwell went on, and at the top of the stair case was Meredith, looking down at Derek kissing Bridget Neilson.