George pulled his car into Izzie's driveway and looked around. The house was dark, not a single light was on. He walked to the front door and knocked, there was no answer, he knocked again, louder this time, but still there was no answer. He put his hand on the handle and twisted it, the door was unlocked.

"Izzie!" He called out. "Izzie are you here?"

There was no answer. He began walking through the house. He'd only been there once, two weeks ago when he'd helped them move in. He didn't know his way around. One by one he opened every door and looked around.

"Izzie!" he kept calling but she wasn't there. He pulled out his phone and tried to call her, her phone when straight to message bank. He swore quietly under his breath and tried to tell himself her absence wasn't necessarily a bad thing, maybe she'd gone to a movie and turned her phone off, maybe the battery was just flat. There were plenty of explanations which weren't necessarily bad but he couldn't stop worrying. Meredith had told him what had happened that morning. He didn't think she should have left her alone but as she kept telling him, he wasn't there. He was there now though and Izzie wasn't. He walked back to his car and climbed in. He thought about driving around the streets to see if she was around somewhere, but it would take him hours to do that and what if she came home in the mean time. He had to be there when she came home.

--8-8-8-8--

Izzie walked for hours, she didn't know where she was going, she wasn't going anywhere. She just wanted to get away, she didn't want to be home, she didn't want to be surrounded by everything. She walked until she was so tired she was ready to collapse. She needed to stop but she couldn't stop. If she stopped…she didn't know what would happen but she couldn't do it. She needed to sit down though, she needed to rest. A head of her she saw a bus idling on the side of the road. She'd never rode on the bus, she'd always said they were dirty and not exactly safe but she didn't have anywhere else to go. She walked up the few steps and looked around, it didn't look so bad, and there was no one else on it. She started heading towards one of the seats.

"Oi!" The driver called out to her. "You need a ticket."

"Oh." She walked back to the front of the bus and pulled out her wallet, she handed the driver a couple of dollars and he gave her a piece of paper. She slipped everything back in her bag and walked back up the bus, she took a seat half way down and gazed out the window.

She watched the familiar streets disappear, she watched as the neighborhood she knew changed to something unfamiliar. She had no idea where the bus was going and she didn't really care, she just wanted to get away. At some point she fell asleep, she had to have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew the driver was telling her to get off, they'd reached the end of the line.

She stepped off the bus and looked around. She didn't know where she was, she didn't recognize any of her surroundings, the only thing she could work out was where ever she was she shouldn't be there. The streets and the pavements were dirty, there was no one around but it wasn't quite dark yet. A wind blew sending papers flying down the street. She shivered and pulled her arm around her body, she didn't have a jacket with her and it was starting to get cold. She reached into her bag for her phone, she needed help but as soon as she stuck her hand in she realized it was gone, and so was her wallet.

"Shit," she swore quietly under her breath and fear began to rip though her body. People started to appear in the street, people who did not look good. She kept walking, hoping she might find someone who could help her but the further she walked the worse the neighborhood got. Men started coming up to her, calling out to her, brushing against her, she kept walking, too afraid to stop. She started crying, she wanted to go home, she didn't want to be there, but she couldn't get home.

It started raining, everyone who was in the street disappeared, she was alone again. She sat down in the stoop of a doorway; she pulled her knees up to her chest and tried to keep dry. As she sat there more tears ran down her face and she began shivering. She reached into her bag and felt for what she had left, what wasn't stolen. At the very bottom of the bag her hand wrapped around the bottle of pills. Knowing they were there made her relax a little, she pulled the bottle out and opened it. She swallowed one pill, just enough to take off the edge she thought, just enough so she could think, work out what she was supposed to do, how she was supposed to get home. She couldn't think though, the medication didn't clear her head it clouded it; she fought the urge to fall asleep. She couldn't sleep, not here, it wasn't safe. The rain came down harder, the wind blew around her. She shivered uncontrollably, as more tears ran down her face.

--8-8-8-8--

Hours had past since George had arrived at Izzie's house. It was dark now and raining and she still wasn't home. To describe the way he felt as worried was an understatement. He was racking his brain trying to work out where she might have gone. He'd even phoned Meredith just in case Izzie had told her something but Meredith had no idea either. He thought about phoning the police but she hadn't been gone long enough to file a report. What was he supposed to tell them anyways, 'my friend isn't home, she didn't tell me where she was going'; it wasn't something that was necessarily unusual.

He was about to go for a drive, he didn't want to drive around but he couldn't keep sitting there doing nothing, when a police car pulled up on the side of the road. The presence of an authority figure made him nervous, he instantly thought the worse, he watched the officer climb out of his car and walk over to the passenger side, he opened the door and pulled Izzie out. For a second George froze, he instantly began thinking worse case scenarios but as they began walking toward the house he snapped out of it and ran over to them.

The first thing he noticed about Izzie were her eyes, they were swollen red and bloodshot. She had a dazed vacant expression, like she wasn't quite sure what was happening. Her clothes were soaking wet and clung to her body making her seem paler and thinner than usual. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders.

"Do you know this woman?" The officer asked, glancing over at George.

"She's my friend." There was a pause and then George asked. "Where was she?"

The officer described the area he'd found Izzie in. George's heart skipped a beat, he'd never been on that side of town, since he was a kid it was drummed into him, never to go there, because that's where bad things happen. But somehow Izzie had ended up there.

"I think she was lost." The office added before asking. "Is there something wrong with her?"

They'd reached the front door now. George pushed it open and Izzie took one step inside. He looked back at the officer. "Her husband just died." He said, and the office nodded like he understood.

"Keep an eye on her." He offered. "She might hurt herself." And then he turned around and walked back to his car.

Thanks for reading, comments are appreciated, this might be the last up date for a while, I'm going away and I don't know if I'll have much time to write.