Meredith convinced herself that she was going to start joining Maggie on her morning runs, the stairs up to Nathan's apartment along with a bag that seemed to weigh a tonne was enough to drain her lungs of air. What kind of fancy apartment block doesn't fix their elevators?

She eventually reached his door and dropped the bag at her feet, knocking loudly so that Nathan could hear.

Meredith was earlier than planned and looked flustered as hell, cheeks burning red and her breathing erratic. He answered fairly swiftly.

"Mer?" He was slightly confused at her worn out expression as he opened the door wide enough so that she could enter. She took note of his casual attire - slouchy jeans and a white t-shirt which clung to his torso... He looked damn hot, he always did.

"I need to use your shower." She breathed, not even properly through his door yet.

"My shower?" He blinked, raising an eyebrow at her demand as he grabbed her bag and placed it on the sofa.

"Yes your shower, I can't turn up to the fundraiser in a fancy dress without showering... Kepner used all the damn hot water in the attendings bathroom after I was elbow deep in a man's gut. She was laughing. I could have strangled her." Meredith pulled her jacket off and threw it to Nathan who swiftly caught it and put it beside her bag. "My legs are hairy. Believe me, this is a crisis." She pouted, looking up to see Nathan attempting to conceal his smirk by biting down hard on his bottom lip.

Despite her quiet morning, Meredith got pulled into an emergency surgery as a favour for Bailey who was loosing her mind trying to do twenty things at once. It was a fairly quick repair, luckily. When she was done she decided with no hesitation to get the hell out of there before she was roped into anything else.

Meredith was all too familiar with his apartment, she'd been there countless times already... But she'd never admit that to anyone just yet. It was nice being able to escape her loud, busy and family filled home when she could and turn up at Nathan's.

His apartment was large with an open plan lounge, kitchen and dining area. The walls were filled with several canvas paintings, one of which particularly stood out to Meredith was of Lake Taupo, close to where he grew up in New Zealand, other than that she really didn't know much of his back story.

Meredith sifted through her bag, grabbing her razor, some body wash and a hairbrush as Nathan stood watching with his arms folded beside her.

"Wait, what time are we leaving?" He asked as Meredith pulled out her dress not really paying him much attention.

She handed it over to him. "Can you hang this for me? It's a little creased... Wait, what did you say?"

"What time do we need to be at the fundraiser by?"

"7pm so there's plenty of time yet." It was only 5.20. "I turned up at your door early a damsel in distress, remember?" She smiled wickedly at him, biting her lip and pulling her shirt from the waist of her jeans.

Apparently Meredith was in the mood to wind him up and boy was it working, his eyes were drawn to her as she began unbuttoning her shirt, making quick work of the top three buttons, revealing her vest top and bra underneath.

He shifted closer to her as she now had it fully unbuttoned and then off, vaguely folding it up to place on the top of her bag.

"So I'm gonna go ahead and use your shower now…" She turned to him and motioned him to hang her dress up and then walked off down the hall to his bathroom.

Nathan followed, hot on her heels as she reached the door. "Well don't be long in there. I need a shower as well."

"You've had all day to shower." Meredith huffed, reminiscing about the last time she had a day off.

"True." He chuckled. "But I was doing some reports for work, and then I slept for a couple of hours, played a couple of video games, then ordered a pizza for lunch and then…" Nathan rhymed off the various aspects of his day until Meredith had decided she had heard enough, rolling her eyes at him and then entering his bathroom. He heard the bolt lock on the other side and went to hang her dress from the back of his bedroom door.