Derek walked off the field a tad discouraged. It was the fourth time in a row he couldn't convert a third down. He threw his helmet to the ground, pulling on his typical hat. "Shepherd, relax." Mark frowned.

The score was tied 28-28. He needed the defense to continue to show up and hold the opponet from gaining another first down. Derek suddenly had an idea. "Coach, I think I got something."

He looked up from his clipboard. "What's on your mind?"

"Halfback option. I throw back to Sloan, he flicks it back to me, and I go for it. I can get close enough for a field goal." Derek looked towards the field seeing that his defense did exactly what they needed to do.

"Alright," He nodded, patting his shoulder once. "I want to see you pull this off, Shepherd."

Derek pulled his helmet back on. He looked over his shoulder and locked eyes with Meredith again. He gave her a quick wink before running onto the field. "I heard you yelled at the board yesterday."

Meredith looked towards Alex with a confused looked, "Oh, the three hour meeting I had the pleasure of enduring? I didn't yell, I just insisted on my stance." She had never seen someone move so gracefully on a football field. He was back in the pocket and passed it to Mark. He started toward the line of scrimmage and had the ball back right before he had crossed that line. "Holy shit."

As soon as the pigskin hit his finger tips, he was gone. He held it against his side as he ran quicker than imaginable. He knew the clock had hit zero. This was it. 60. 50. 40. The opposing team was on his tail and he was aware of it, but could not focus on that. With a quick cut to the right, he evaded a hit. 20. 10. Then he felt it. Right from the back, he was hit below his ribs, falling into the end zone.

The crowd was going crazy. Meredith never thought it was this loud in a stadium. She looked around with a big smile on her face. Almost everyone was on the field at this point, then she felt a tug on the bottom hem of her shirt. Looking down, she found a familiar face. "Kyla! How are you sweetie?"

"I'm sorry to bother you, Dr. Grey," Addison sighed, picking her daughter up on her hip. "Kyla really wanted to say hello to you."

"It's not a bother. Please, call me Meredith. I had a pretty easy day today." She rambled. "Did you see that last play?"

Kyla had a huge smile on her face. "It was so cool!"

"It sure was! How's her ankle?" Meredith looked towards the woman.

"Oh, she's just fine, Meredith. Thank you. She was running around later that day like usual." Addison had shaken her head. "At least someone knows not to disappear from her father and I now."

x.x.x

After her last player had left her office, Meredith gathered her belongings. "Cris! What's up?"

"Hey, all star. I saw you on TV today," She laughed. "My roommate, the football jock doctor."

"Yeah, yeah. Are you meeting me in center city?"

Cristina sighed, "I'm going into a six hour surgery. It's a double by-pass and I'm taking the lead. I'm sorry."

Meredith shook her head, like Cristina could actually see her. "Don't even try to apologize. You go get yours." Soon enough, Meredith pushed her phone into her back pocket. She turned around to see Derek leaning against the door frame again. "Oh, my god. Does anyone around here announce their presence?"

"I'm sorry," He smiled. "A bunch of the team is going out tonight. How do you feel about joining?"

Meredith paused. This wasn't a good idea and she knew that. She knew mixing business and pleasure was the worst idea, especially being four days in to a brand new career. "I don't know."

"We're going to Fogo De Chao. It's this awesome Brazilian restaurant. What do you say?"

"I'd have to go home and change first."

"Perfect. We'll go drop your car off and take a cab into center city," He smiled. "It'll be fun. I promise."

Meredith had a feeling she was going to regret this decision. "Let's see if you can handle my NEw Jersey-raised driving first." The pair headed down the hallway towards the back entrance. "That was an incredible play, by the way."

"Thought of it all by myself," He grinned, holding the door open for her. With a swift walk, Meredith climbed into her beat, old and off colored blue jeep. She was out of the parking lot in an instance. She noticed Derek moving his shoulder around, and Meredith was about to open her mouth to say something. "You're not my doctor right now."

"How is it that I've known you for three days and you already know what I'm thinking?"

Derek shrugged, "I have my ways."