A/N: Sorry, it took me a while to update. I'm 12 years old for crying out loud! Anyway, here it goes.
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His phone suddenly rang. God! I hope that's Meredith. He stood up and grabbed his phone. Damn it! It's Rose! I do not need this right now.
He didn't answer it. An hour had passed. Every minute of that hour, his phone rang. God damn it! Is she that desperate? I miss Meredith.
His phone rang for the last time. He didn't check the Caller ID. He threw it across his trailer and it hit the wall.
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"He's not answering." Meredith sighed.
"Maybe, it's for the best, Mer." Cristina said.
"We're going to San Francisco for God's sake!"
"So? Does he still have a right to know where you're going?"
"I guess not. But I am having his baby! Don't you think he has a right to know."
"Meredith, shut up." she paused and sat up on Meredith's bed. "Right now, we have to start packing. Because we're going to the sunshine tomorrow morning. Now, shut up and start grabbing your things."
"Fine. Thanks for coming by the way. I don't know how I could live without your constant insults and demands." she said sarcastically and started to fold her clothes and put them in her suitcase.
"And I don't know why I actually agreed to do this. I'm gonna have to listen to your McCrap about your McFreakin' love life every single day in the land of the sun."
"Thanks. Really. I needed that." she said rolling her eyes.
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The next morning at Seattle Grace
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"Chief!" Derek called.
"Yes, Dr. Shepherd?"
"Have you seen Meredith?"
"I wanted to talk you about that."
What the hell does he mean? Did something happen to Meredith? Derek thought. "Why?"
"Can we go somewhere more private first."
"Sure."
They walked into the Chief's office.
"Derek…" he started. "Meredith and Cristina transferred. She's out of the state."
"And I'm guessing she didn't want you to tell me where they are."
"No. I'm sorry, Derek."
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A/N: I'm sorry this was really short. I'm caught up by reading. I guess you could say that I'm more of a reader than I am a writer. I'm uninspired write now. Mostly because I'm looking for ice cream. When I write, I have a pint of Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough with me. That inspires me a lot. The sugar makes my head flow with creativity. Right now, I'm pretty much dark and twisty. I need ice cream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!