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Derek and Addison were standing right outside the locker room, when Meredith was taking a look at their daughter's minor injury. "How could you let this happen, Derek? Something seriously could have gone wrong!"

"Addison, I'm not doing this with you today," Derek shook his head. "If you were on time, none of the would have happened! I'm glad you and your husband have the greatest life with two other robot children, but she's your priority too!"

"Here we go, again," Addison rolled her eyes. "I'm not going to stand here and listen to you tell me- Dr. Grey. How's everything?"

Meredith shifted awkwardly. "She's fine. She's a talkative one, but it's only a sprain. I wrapped it with an ace bandage, but she'll be just fine."

"Thank you very much, Dr. Grey," Addison rushed to pick her daughter up. "Say goodbye to Daddy, sweetie."

"I'll see you later, my love bug," Derek smiled before his ex-wife disappeared out of the newly reopened building. "I can't thank you enough, Dr. Grey."

"Please, call me, Meredith."

Derek shook his head with a smile, "I have four doctors in my family. I know how hard it is to get there."

"Well, thank you," She moved her weight from one foot to the other. "I should probably get to the field."

He paused, surveying her outfit. "I'll see you out there."

"Right!" Meredith blushed before quickly walking away from the superstar athlete. "Probably get to the field. Jesus, Meredith. You're-"

"Talking to yourself."

Meredith, for the third time today, almost jumped from her skin, "Jesus. Is this going to happen often, because I'm going to need a pacemaker soon."

This Alex character shook his head. "You're going to regret that outfit choice." She wasn't losing her mind, Derek definitely was looking at her outfit as well.

"What's wrong?" She looked down at her black flats, black dress pants and decorative white dress shirt. "I wasn't exactly given a dress code."

He laughed, "This is pretty much the only place you can be a doctor and get away with wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Enjoy it while you can."

"Duly noted."

x.x.x

Derek had finally gotten into his uniform. He started lacing his cleats up when Mark walked back into the locker room. "Ask her out."

Derek spit out the water he had just taken a sip from. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Little miss hot doctor?" Mark smirked, tossing a football at him. "I saw the way you looked at her."

Derek tossed the ball up in the air before nailing it right in the middle of his chest. "You're losing your mind, Sloan."

He coughed, rubbing the middle of his chest, "We'll I guess it's safe you say you're not losing your arm. Listen, all I'm saying is you need to do something besides football all the time."

Derek finally stood up. He could tell his nerves were still bothering him from earlier in the day. "I happen to enjoy football. And we're going out tonight. I consider that having something do to."

"I'm not sleeping with you," Mark chuckled.

"You're not my type," He shook his head, finally walking onto the field, only two hours late today. He glanced at Meredith as she was sitting on the bench, looking through some files.

"Who's my biggest concern here?" Meredith looked over at Alex, who was currently taping a player's wrist up.

"Well," Alex looked up, quickly. "I'd say Sloan will probably hit on you first. I tried, but that didn't get me far. Plus, I realized you're the new doc and there is no way you're stupid enough for that."

Meredith shut the folder abruptly, looking towards the sky in pure exhaustion already. "That's not even close to what I meant."

"Medically, Miller is out with a torn hamstring. Johnson broke his collarbone, but wants back in as soon as possible. Those are your top two concerns."

"I'm going to my office. Page me if something breaks," Meredith took off without another word. She was feeling quite overwhelmed already. She didn't know anyone's name, and if she did, she had no idea how to identify them.

Knowing men, they're too stubborn to sit down with a doctor and talk to about what 'hurts' today.

A knock on the entrance of her door made her look up. "Mr. Shepherd. How can I help you?"

"Derek," He corrected with a smile. "Again, I just wanted to thank you for what you did with Ky this morning."

"It's really not a problem Mr. Shepherd. If she needs anything else with her ankle, please let me be the first to know."

"You got it."