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Taking Over Me part 5

"You're kidding, right?"

"Someone sent her a box of maggots?"

"Yeah," Meredith said, in a hushed voice that was still completely audible to Izzie, who was standing on the opposite side of the lockers, closest to the door so she could have a quick escape if needed. "It was so creepy."

"Who sent it?" Cristina asked.

"What did she say about it?" George asked.

"She wouldn't tell us anything," Alex said.

"We have no idea," Mer said. "You should've seen her face when she opened it though. We kept asking her things, but she refuses to say anything."

"How can something like that happen and she not expect us to ask questions?" George said furiously.

"I don't know," Mer sighed.

"That man that was in the clinic," George said. "I think he's the one that has something to do with this." He lowered his voice. "A couple nights ago I seen them in the parking lot. They didn't seem to be having a friendly conversation."

"Are you sure it was the same guy that was in the clinic?" Alex asked.

George looked at him. "Well…no. But I'm pretty sure it was."

"You can't blame him if you're not entirely sure."

"But when she seen him in the clinic," George said, "she got really upset over it."

"Still," Alex said. "What's his name anyway?"

"I don't remember," George said, feeling embarrassed that they were finding all his flaws. "I tried looking for records, but I couldn't find anything."

I'm ahead of you there, Izzie thought.

"She's gonna have to tell us sooner or later," Meredith said. "Whatever's going on, it seems to be getting worse."

"I know," George said. "I walked in on her crying her eyes out in the on-call room yesterday. She didn't give me a chance to ask questions."

They fell silent. Izzie took this as her cue to leave. She silently left the room, just as Cristina asked, "Where is she anyway?"

Izzie found Bailey. She made sure her face was completely emotionless.

"Dr. Bailey?"

"What?" Bailey asked distractedly.

"Can you give me my assignment now?" Izzie asked.

Bailey looked at her. "Why?"

"Just wanna get an early start on things," Izzie said with a fake smile.

She could tell Bailey saw past it. " "Fine. Just go to the pit today."

"But-"

"No buts. You're not doing any surgeries until you get yourself together."

Izzie sighed. "Fine," she said. "And can you do me one last favor?"

"That depends," Bailey said.

"Don't tell them where I am," Izzie said, and Bailey could tell she was serious. "I could do without them for a while."

Bailey looked at her for a moment, perhaps waiting for an explanation. "Fine," she said.

"Thank you," Izzie said gratefully. "Really, thank you."

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The rest of the group was with Bailey ten minutes later. She waited for their questions, even though she had no idea what was going on. They always ask questions.

"Yang," Bailey said. "You will go with Shepard today. Grey and Karev, you're with Burke. O'Malley-"

"Where's Izzie?" he asked, looking around.

"She's working," Bailey said shortly.

"Where?" George persisted.

"That is none of your concern. Now I'd appreciate it if you don't interrupt me again."

"But I-"

"Will be with me today," Bailey said. "And I'll make sure that you only go where I say. Mind your own business."

"But something's wrong with her!" George said impatiently. "I have to figure out what's going on-"

"No, you don't," Bailey said firmly. "Now al of you. Move. Now."

They did. George gave her an angry look.

"You don't get to be angry at me," Bailey said. "Now come on. We have lives to save."

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Thankfully everything was quiet, at least for the time being. None of her friends had come and bugged her yet, which meant Bailey had did what she asked. She had to make sure she thanked her again. It meant a lot to not have them bombarding her with questions. She couldn't answer their questions. She wished they'd understand.

Her cell rang. She ignored it. A few minutes later it rang again. She sighed impatiently and answered it.

"What?"

"Having a bad day, are you?"

"No, it's perfectly wonderful," she said coldly.

"I see my little gift has caused you some problems."

"You're just asking to get caught, aren't you?" Izzie said.

"No," he said. "I'm asking for fun. I'm sure your little buddies will find something out. Or you break and tell them. Go ahead. Then I'll have more than one person to unleash my wonderful gifts on."

She closed her eyes. "Please, keep them out of this. They haven't done anything."

"But they will," he said. "They were standing right next to you when you opened my gift last night."

She didn't ask them how he knew that. She didn't want to know. "What do I have to do to make you stop this? To make you leave?"

"Nothing," he said simply. "I'm having too much fun now."

He hung up.

She closed her phone.

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The locker room was quiet. She was hoping she could get out of there early. Give her time to figure out what to do. She went to her locker, wondering how many notes he had shoved in it today.

The note wasn't in her locker.

It was written on it, in bright red paint.

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George entered the locker room. At first he thought it was empty. Then he spotted Izzie, sitting on the floor in front of her own. There was something on it. She had been scrubbing it for some time, but she had gotten tired of it. The message was only half gone, but at that moment she really didn't care.

"Izzie?" George said cautiously.

She said nothing. He looked at the locker. All that was clear to him was I think that you should. He figured there had been more to it, but Izzie had been making the effort to erase it.

He stood in front of her. She looked up at him. He figured she was going to tell him off. But she didn't.

"What's going on?" he asked.

She sighed. "Trust me George," she said. "If I could tell you, I would."

"Why can't you tell me?" he asked. She just looked at him.

"Is someone trying to hurt you?" he asked.

"I can't, George."

"Because then you're afraid that I'd get myself in trouble too."

She said nothing. He sat down.

"You have to tell someone," he said. "I'm getting scared for you."

She still said nothing.

"You can't let this keep happening," he said. "Because then it won't stop."

"It might," she said, though she knew it wouldn't. She looked at him. "I'm trying to figure it out. On my own. This is something I have to deal with on my own."

"I don't think you can," he said.

"I can," she said. "I'm not gonna be responsible for what would happen if I did other wise. I couldn't take it."

He felt afraid at that moment. She was acting like this was a life or death situation.

"I have to finish cleaning this," she said, turning around. "Can you just leave me by myself?"

"I'm afraid to," he said.

Me too, she thought.

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When she left that night there was no trace of any message on her locker. She left before the others, like she had planned. She even managed to get around George. She knew she wouldn't for much longer.

The house was silent and dark when she got home. She turned on the lights, afraid of the darkness. The house phone rang. She stared at it for a moment, then picked it up.

"Hello?"

"You're alone," he said.

She turned around.

He was there.