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"Well, I would really like to sit down with each player. In order to write a medical plan, it is imperative that I give them an exam, ask about their history and such," Meredith looked at her new board of directors. "I can't tell someone with a torn MCL to run the field with suicides."

"As much as we appreciate your dedication, Dr. Grey," Meredith couldn't remember this dinosaur's name. They way he looked at her was making her want to scream. "We won't have time for that before tomorrow."

"Sir," Meredith sighed. Sir was always safe. "I'm not requesting for this to happen by tomorrow." She pushed a list of the top starters, with the biggest injury risk across the table. "These three are mine, and I know your priorities, as well."

"Sloan?" Alton Anderson looked up. "Sloan has been clean as a whistle since he's started with us seven years ago."

"Mr. Anderson. Mark Sloan, although he is very healthy today, had surgery on his Achilles when he was sixteen. Injuries like that don't just disappear."

Alton Anderson looked up, "Well, Doctor Grey, I must say I am very impressed with your research, because I was unaware of that. I'll speak with Sloan, Miller, and Shepherd right away. You are free to head to your office."

"Thank you, sir. Thank you, everyone," Meredith grabbed her belongings before walking out of the main conference room. She felt so sick and embarrassed. Meredith couldn't remember the last time she drank that much tequila in one sitting.

She rounded the corner and stopped short. "I thought you might need this," Derek extended his hand, which held a steaming hot coffee.

"More than you know," She smiled. "Thank you." In her three hour meeting, everything from the previous night had started to piece back together slowly. Now, she just felt like an embarrassed teenager who drank for the first time. "Mr. Shepherd, I'm-"

"Oh, we're back to that?" He smirked. "You called me Derek last night."

"Yes and I was also very intoxicated last night," She walked into her office to place all of her paperwork down. Derek leaned against the doorframe with an amused look plastered on his face. "Which is not going to happen again."

"Taking a vow of sobriety?"

"Oh, definitely not. I just shouldn't be drinking and uh, associating with my patients. It's not you-"

"It's me?" He paused. "I'm not your patient."

"All of you are," She sat down at her desk. Meredith pulled her hair into a high pony tail in order to distract herself from this very awkward conversation.

"If I can drink with the owner of this entire corporation, I think I can associate with you, Meredith."

She took a very long sip of her coffee. As she was about to open her mouth, Mr. Anderson rounded the corner, into the office. "Shepherd, there you are. I was looking for you in order to send you here. Your request is granted, Doctor Grey, just try to get him back as quickly as possible."

Meredith couldn't even reply before he was gone. "Did you request to see me?"

"You're slightly a pain," She shook her head. "Yes, because we need to discuss your rotator cuff tear back in 2010 and the issues with your acromioclavicular joint and I need to do a quick exam."

Derek leaned back in his chair with a smirk, "What's first, Doc?"

Meredith opened the file and asked a series of basic questions. For his injury, every ting looked to be on track, except for one small detail. "You sat almost the entire season last year. I don't see anything that would warrant that. What happened there?"

Derek's composure completely changed. He went from a joking demeanor to something much darker. "It was a car accident. I should get to the press room soon."

"Okay," Meredith wasn't going to press the issue. She led him towards one of the exam table and started to wash her hands. "Do you mind taking your shirt off for me?"

Meredith pulled on a pair of gloves, and turned around, trying to act as normal as possible. "I've never had a woman try to get me naked by asking so nicely."

She took a deep breath, "I'm not trying… Alright, Derek, I'm just going to take a look at the area and move your arm a bit."

"Yes, ma'am."

Meredith continued on with everything see needed to do, making notes in the process. Soon enough, she tossed her gloves away and washed her hands again. When she turned back around, Derek was standing up, still shirtless. "You can put your shirt back on."

"I could," He nodded. "What's my prognosis?"

"You're tense, but it feels good," She told him. It feels really good. "Just keep working it out and make sure you stretch before anything."

"Your wish is my command," Derek pulled his shirt back on. "I'll see you soon, Meredith."

She looked up from her file with a quick smile. Derek walked out of the office and shook his head. He hadn't even tried flirting with a woman since his ex-fiancée. He had no idea what it was about Meredith, but he was absolutely going to find out.