Chapter Two

The sun is barely slipping down beyond the horizon. He wears a suit and tie and stands outside of the courthouse, waiting. He appears nonchalant, calm, and in control. He brings a cigarette carelessly up to his lips and inhales. His eyes are fixed on the heavy, cast iron front door to the courthouse. He's waiting for his next victim to emerge from the courthouse. Her name is Emily Pickens. She's a lawyer with blonde hair and green eyes. She's successful and beautiful, and she has an extraordinary family.

From the time he found Emily to now, it has only been five hours. His focus is not off of Meredith Grey. No, just the opposite. Emily is part of his plan to gain Meredith's notice.

When the front doors to the courthouse swing open, he immediately drops his cigarette at his feet and steps on it. Emily has emerged from the courthouse. An older man with white hair with an old, brown suit walks alongside Emily. The pair are laughing giving him the impression that she has won her case. He follows her with his eyes as she and her companion descend the stairs leading to the courthouse. Once the couple passes him, he begins to follow them to the parking lot. Once Emily and the elder man part, he continues his chase in his car.

Emily pulls up in the driveway belonging to a beautiful Victorian style house complete with stained glass. The sun is hiding behind the horizon by now giving him the perfect cover of darkness.

He pulls up along side the next door neighbor's house and quickly jumps from his truck. He takes two steps in one and pulls a switchblade from his jacket pocket. With his heart full of evil and his eyes full of hatred, he brings the knife up passed his head as he approaches Emily.

Emily doesn't see him coming. She is preoccupied with the pleasure of winning her case. Before she hears footsteps behind her, it is too late. She barely has gotten out of her car before she whips around to see an average looking man running towards her with a knife. The look in his eyes is the last thing she remembers.

xoxo

"What does that even mean?" Meredith says into the phone. She's walking through the halls of Seattle Grace Mercy West with her cell phone glued to her ear.

"It means that Parker is a dick and Thomas is… still old," Cristina says.

Meredith chuckles. She pauses and her face falls. She misses Cristina but won't tell her. Cristina chose to move. While she respects that it is the best thing for Cristina, she can't help but secretly wish that something happens forcing Cristina back here. Nothing bad, of course, but a cosmic push to help Cristina find her way back to Seattle would be greatly appreciated. "Well I say go for the old guy. From the way you talk about him, you'd think he's a very hot old guy."

"Yeah, well, he's the nonjerk in this hospital," Cristina replies. "Besides he has drinks with me."

Meredith begins laughing but is interrupted by a nurse cooing over a dozen red roses for Meredith sitting at the front desk. Meredith glances over at the flowers and smiles. "I gotta go," she says into the phone. She hangs up and walks to the flowers. She immediately picks out the card sticking out from the flowers. It is a simple card, with golden roses on the front. On the inside, it is completely blank except for a hand written note that says, xoxo.

Meredith smiles. She thinks of Derek and what a wonderful guy he is. She can't remember the last time she got flowers and now she has a beautiful bouquet of red roses from her husband. She leans in and smells the roses, in taking its sweet smell.

Suddenly Meredith's beeper goes off. After reading it, she rushes to the E.R where she discovers a beautiful blonde haired, green-eyed woman laying unmoving on the gurney. Meredith immediately steps forward to begin work on her patient. What she sees scares her. The woman has a five-inch gash running down the right side of her face. It is gushing blood and needs immediate attention. The woman's wound is not what surprises Meredith, however. What surprises her is the name 'Meredith Grey' written in a black sharpie on the woman's forehead.

Meredith looks up wide eyed at Bailey who stands on the other side of the gurney. "What happened? Who is this?" she demands.

"Emily Pickens," Bailey says. "Her husband found her in the driveway of their home after she came home from work. They think that somebody attacked her."

Meredith stands there for a second before her mind wraps around what Bailey just said. Unconsciously, she steps back away from the patient when she hears her name being called by a man. She whips around and sees two men, standing in front of her with suits and ties. "Yes," she says stepping closer to them.

One man with blonde hair, slicked back with too much hair gel, flashes his I.D. badge. "I'm Detective Scott Pierce," he says. He points at the man next to him. He has slick black hair and brown eyes. There appears to be a scar on the corner of his right eyebrow. He nods and holds out his badge as Scott introduces him. "This is my partner Detective Terry Powers."

Meredith doesn't say anything. She just stares at them.

"Do you know this woman?" Scott asks, pointing to Emily.

Meredith shakes her head. "I've never seen this woman in my life. I have no idea who she is."

"Any idea why your name is written on the victim's forehead?"

Meredith shakes her head.

"Can you tell us where you were tonight at about 6:00pm?" Terry asks. His eyebrows are raised, crinkling his scar.

Meredith just stares in disbelief at the detectives before answering. "I was here," she says matter of factly.

"Meredith, I just heard. What happened?" Derek says walking up to Meredith's side. Meredith just shrugs and looks at the detectives for information. Derek follows Meredith's gaze and stares at the men as well.

"Who is this?" Scott requests.

"I'm her husband," Derek says, eagerly awaiting the answer to his question. He heard that a woman was attacked and came in with Meredith's name written on her face. Alarmed, but not overly worried, Derek rushed to the E.R. to find a critical patient and his wife talking to two men. He stepped closer to the patient and saw the extent of her injuries as well as is wife's name. With the level of worry rising, he stepped towards his wife, inviting himself into the conversation.

Scott darts his eyes between the couple. The look on his face is less than happy. "I don't know," he says finally answering Derek's question, "but we are going to get to the bottom of this."

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