I'd only been in New York for a few hours and I could already tell that I was never going to be bored. There was so much to do, and so much to see. But I was exhausted and needed to go back to the apartment and rest. The past day had been an interesting one to say the least and all I needed was sleep. Sleep would hopefully do me good.

The apartment appeared empty when I got back. I had no idea where Mark was and I supposed it was none of my business. That didn't keep me from being curious though. What could have possibly motivated Mark to invite scary and damaged me to move in? I had no clue what his intentions were. And I was too tired to try and figure them out.

As I stood there I realized that Mark hadn't told me which room to take. Well I needed to figure it out, and if he wasn't going to be there to tell me, then I was going to have to do it on my own. So I headed down the hall and opened the first door I came to.

I was not prepared for what I saw.

There looking at me was a perfectly naked Mark Sloan. Well, I use the term looking loosely. More like smirking.

I looked away quickly. I could feel my face flaming. Was I seriously blushing? I was a grown woman, and I'd seen plenty of naked men, and I was BLUSHING over MARK SLOAN?

"I…I….I was looking for my room. I'm s..s….sorry. I'll just go…keep looking." I stammered.

"Wait, Meredith. I need to talk to you." He rushed after me; thankfully he now had a towel wrapped around himself.

"Listen, Mark. I'm really tired. And I'm really not in the mood to talk. So if you could just show me where my room is." I said, still embarrassed at what I had seen.

"Sure. 2nd door on the right." He said, this time a little coldly.

What was his problem? Oh well, I didn't need to deal with moody men right now.

I hurried into my room and shut the door. I knew my face was still blood red. I was not expecting to see that much of Mark, and on my first day here. Definitely "McSteamy."

I was not feeling like this over my room-mate. This would bring a whole new set of issues to the large bag of them I'd already piled up.

I fell asleep wondering if my life was just meant to be crappy. Mostly I figured that it was.

A/N: this part will be back in Seattle. In 3rd person.

George and Izzie walked out of their rooms at the same time. They looked at each other, and both of them could tell there was something different about the house. Like there was something missing. Neither of them knew what it was. But they had a feeling that it was going to be something bad.

"Where's Meredith?" Izzie questioned.

"How would I know where Meredith is? It's not like I'm her boyfriend or anything." George muttered angrily.

"Okay, okay. Sorry. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning…" Izzie trailed off.

"I'm FINE! Now go wake up Meredith. We're going to be LATE!" he basically yelled.

With that he stomped down the stairs, presumably to get some coffee.

Izzie walked into Meredith's room without even knocking. Frankly, she was tired of the moping Meredith that they had to drag out of bed in the mornings. She was not prepared to not see her missing. Meredith wasn't in the house. And that was bad.

"GEORGE!!!!" she yelled.

"MEREDITH'S GONE!!!" she was yelling as she walked into the kitchen.

"I know." He whispered as he dropped the note onto the floor.

Izzie picked it up and read it. At the apology to George Izzie took pause. What was Meredith apologizing to George for? And why did George wake up in such a bad mood this morning? There was definitely more to Meredith leaving Seattle than just "McDreamy" and Izzie was determined to get to the bottom of it.

One of her room-mates was angry and moping and one had moved to the other side of the country. Izzie Stevens was going to fix this. She had to.