A/N: I know I didn't get the 10th chapter up by the end of the weekend so apologize to you all... But well here it is... Enjoy and review!

Chapter 10 – Bad Liar

"Dr Shepherd!?" Miranda Bailey called out to the back of a man, leaning against the desk at the nurses' station.

He turned around, still leaning. "Miranda!" he smiled.

"Bailey shook her head at his manner of always being so happy when seeing her. Through truth told, she didn't think that badly of him either. She just didn't let him or anyone know it.

"What can I do for you?" Derek asked as he straightened himself up.

"I need a consult for a patient…" Bailey said as she turned on her heal and Derek quickly followed her. "Ehm, she fell down the stairs and hit her head."

"Okay then…" he looked at her. "Did she hit hard?"

"I wasn't that many stairs, but it was a pretty hard fall." Bailey looked down and rubbed her forehead. "She stood 7-8 stairs up, tops. I came behind her and I think I surprised her so she tumbled down…"

"Miranda…" Derek gave out a laugh, shaking his head.

"What? She was standing there, looking at our OR board." she raised her hand to the air. "I was just going to get her away from there. She's a cheeky one, I tell you…"

"Well, do you know what Miranda? People sue for nothing these day, and I think you're the one making everybody else cheeky, but you… In your head…" he said to tease her with a smile.

Bailey's nostrils rose "Haha, that was-" she got cut of by the pager on her hip. "I have to take this…" Bailey pointed at a girl sitting in a chair further down the hall. "That's her.."

"Okay…" Derek said and started to walk, but Bailey grabbed his arm. "What?"

"Do you know what the strangest part is with her?"

"Is there any strange parts with that girl?"

She gave him a glare. "She asked me where she could fin McDreamy…"

Derek looked at the girl in the chair and then at Bailey. "What?"

"…but what do I know…" Bailey said and scoffed as she walked away.

As Zadie looked to her right a man walked towards he dressed in the same the same kind of blue scrubs Miranda Bailey had. He smiled at her and as he did that a great feeling of joy mixed with wellbeing rushed through her head. Maybe that was, maybe that was he. She couldn't help to watch every man passing before her. Whether a man was short and bald with a beer belly or if he was tall with a slim figure and hip glasses. After all Zadie didn't know what her mother's taste in men was like, besides he could have changed a lot in 15 years.

"You're the neuro consult dr Bailey was going to get?" Zadie said as the man stopped in front of her.

"Yeah, I am." he said, continuing to smile. "So you're the girl whom she scared down the stairs?"

Zadie nodded carefully to not make her feel like a vibrating jelly pudding. "I guess."

"So you smashed you head against the floor…" he said and held a finger in front of Zadie's eyes to follow and she did. "Good. Experiencing dizziness or visual disturbances? So where are your parents?"

"No dizziness or visual disturbances…" Zadie scoffed. "Ehm, I'm from New York. I'm kinda not here really or you know obviously I am but without permission…" she said and shrugged her shoulders.

"New York you say… Me too…" he said and smiled as he showed Zadie into an empty exam room. "I think we should do something about that wound… So why are you here?"

"Ehm…" she hesitated. She couldn't tell him her purpose of stealing her mother's credit cards, flying across the country and ending up with presumable concussion. For all she knew he could actually be her father, but he wouldn't know that. "Well, I have a very secretive mother. That's the why."

He gave her a little look and then he slightly smiled. "Okay… Well you don't seem to need any sutures; you'll just be a bit bruised for a while. It's probab-"

"Probably just a minor concussion right?" Zadie said and smiled. "And you're actually then one checking if I need sutures. Don't you guys have nurses or maybe interns the do the dirty work around here?"

"Huh?" the man whom had yet not introduced himself gave out a laugh. "What?"

"I don't mean that the nurses and interns should be the only ones doing the shit load. My mom's a surgeon and the surgeons at her hospital don't lift a finger. Especially when it's like a posh private something whatever." Zadie paused as the doctor put on a little band-aid over the more similar to a scratch then a big gashing wound. "The bottom line is that, in general surgeons are arrogant know it alls with god complex the size of an elephants ass…" the man sitting on a chair in front of her pursed his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest. "No offence, seriously… You seem like a really nice doctor, you know checking if I need sutures and all… Really great…" Zadie nodded to convince.

"You seem to be a very opinionated young lady… Are your parents coming here?"

"Ehm, my mom which should be any moment now…" Zadie nodded. "And I ramble when I'm tired and nervous…"

"You're nervous?" he said and looked strangely at her.

"Yes, there of the rambling…" Zadie said and nodded. "When my mom gets her I'll be grounded for let see; the rest of my life… Might as well just go straight to hell… I mean I've never been grounded, though that doesn't mean I haven't done stupid stuff you know… My mom's really busy, but she tries to act like a normal mom, telling her herself and me that she won't end up like her mother: a real neglecter. When I was younger she used to take two days off each week, though that does not happen to often nowadays but it's okay… I'm getting older and I think people see me as very independent… Which I am…"

The man just nodded and smiled. "So what bad stuff have you done? It can't be that bad?"

Zadie hesitated. "I can't tell you that… I've known you for like five minutes… Seriously, I can't…"

"Oh so it's that bad, hah?" he smirked.

"No..." she gave him a glare. "I haven't done anything that bad… Nothing my mom wouldn't have done at the age of fifteen, anyway… She told me what she had done, and said that I couldn't do anything, absolutely nothing worst than what she did…" the man looked strangely at her. "Weird philosophy, I know…"

"To say the least, but are you sure your mother isn't lying? She may lie about not doing stuff that's worse."

"So you're calling my mom a liar?" Zadie said and crossed her arms over her chest.

He scoffed. "No, that wasn't what I meant…"

"I was kidding. She's not lying. She's a sad liar and that; I'm not kidding about… She seriously can't lie…" she said and smiled. "Though she tries once in a while, but she's really see-through. She does these little things that immediately points out if she's lying or not…"

"Oh, well that must be handy sometimes…" he chuckled.

"Yeah it is, though on Christmas; the surprises are few. But uncle Mark who's not my uncle in theory: he's a good liar or you know I'd better call him a great miss-leader.

"Good someone is then, but he's not you uncle?"

"Well, he's just a very good friend to both me and my mom… He's helped her a lot through the years…" Zadie answered. "This must be very boring for you to listen to me talking about you know, may family issues and problems..."

"No, no it's not really… I don't have any kids, just a lot of nieces and nephews. But them I don't see that often as they live in New York." he explained and looked down.

"Oh okay… Well nieces and nephew are always something right? I don't have any siblings or cousins so they're surely very lucky to have each other…"

"Yeah, I'm sure they are… But what about your father? Doesn't he feel a bit threatened by that Mark…?"

"Ehm I think he probably would 'cause Mark's good looking, no doubt about that… But ehm, I don't know him. I haven't met him…"

"Oh, okay…" he nodded, probably not knowing what to say, as he looked down. "Well I think we're all set."

Zadie jumped of the bed and walked out of the exam room followed by the doctor.

"Ehm, I'm just going to check another patient, but I'll be back in just a little while. Just wait here…" he explained and turned on his heal, but he suddenly stopped. "I feel like I've met you before… Have I, met you?"

"No, I don't think so…" Zadie smiled. A lot of people at Seattle Grace seemed to recognize her. Not that odd, 'cause her looks where very close to her mother, inevitable really. "Maybe I look like someone you know…" she hoped him to say yes.

"Maybe…" he smiled and then looked closely at Zadie. "It was just a thing dr Bailey said, that is got me wondering. You-" he sighed as the pager went off. He looked up at Zadie. "I'll be back…"

Zadie looked at the back of the man as he disappeared behind the corner. She sighed, thinking she'd never find her father especially not if she wouldn't ask for names. She felt very comfortable that her father was indeed named Derek Shepherd. She just had to find him.

A/N: So what did you think? I personally think this chapter is a bit messy, but I think the dialoges between Zadie and hmm, cam out pretty good... who is it though? No that hard right? Well I'll see when I'll be able with getting the 11th chapter up, you know with christmas and all coming up. But if I'm effective maybe by friday or saturday... So bye guys, review please!