Hi everyone, I'm sorry to not have updated for so long. Let me defend myself and say that I'm sorry but first I had familial issues. I even wrote on my profile that I would update from October 1, but that didn't happen because I developed viral fever and after that I had hands, foot and mouth disease, and truth be told I just didn't feel like typing with rashes all over my hands. But I'll try to make it up to you. So, enjoy...

Raindrops falling on the window sill. And Meredith could not catch a wink of sleep. Things were going too bad, too fast. Everything was falling apart. Not her fault, she kept telling herself. But if it wasn't her fault then why was she feeling so guilty?

Uh, emotions. Always so complicated and so tough to understand. Right now she was just glad that Phil wasn't texting her again. He was not the focus of her attention right now, but, he was in the back of her mind somewhere. She had to report him to the police. She could not handle things herself anymore. There was a reason that police was there. And she wasn't feeling safe anyway. She got a page, it was the chief. Owen she thought why is he paging me ?

"You paged ?" asked Meredith. Stepping in the room, she could so clearly see the obvious changes. Owen was clearly not in a good mood. He was her person's husband, she still didn't like him. Just like Christina didn't entirely like Derek. "Yeah, I did." He said "Sit down, Dr Grey." In that instant she knew, this was not going to be an easy conversation.

"What now?" asked Meredith "What's your reason? Why did you page me ?". "Just to tell you that the hospital could work much better if you weren't fighting in the hallways with your husband, and letting all the patients watch it." said Owen sarcastically. "It's not my fault." said Meredith "Derek started it. You think I like fighting with Derek like that?" Now, they were no longer talking as Dr Grey and Dr Hunt, but as Meredith and Owen.

"All I'm saying is" said Owen "That I have enough on my plate right now, and it would be better if you would keep your personal life to yourself. I know you and Derek haven't exactly been happy lately, but just ….. don't fight in the hospital's hallways.". Meredith would have came to her defence more, but a lot of things were on her mind.

"So….can I go? I have patients to check on." said Meredith. "No" said Owen "You aren't concentrated right now. Go home, take the rest of the day off.". Meredith again felt like defending herself, but even she thought she could use the day off. She went outside the door and went straight to the parking lot.

Philip Francis Morgan was having a great day, you see. His love, Meredith who was with another man, a horrendous neurosurgeon, who clearly never did her right. And today they had had a big fight in the hospital hallway. How did he know it ?

Pearl had told him. Pearl was his father's servant's daughter who would do anything for a few bucks. She was a nurse in Seattle Grace, and Phil told her to spy for him. She was reluctant first, but after she gave her money, she turned out to be a great spy.

Money and diamond could please any woman but unfortunately not Meredith. His father owned a big pharmaceutical company. They were rich, so, money was never an issue. He had lived Meredith since they were in middle school. And after what had happened at prom night, his love had kinda turned into obsession. He still had her pictures from the yearbooks. The pink in her hair, and that kinda angry look in her eyes. He loved her and nothing could change that. He wanted her for himself and nobody could change that.

His phone was ringing. He took it in his hands and saw the screen. It was Pearl. He picked it up. "Good news, Pearl, good news is what I need today." he said, expecting something good. "It's your lucky day, then." said Pearl, "Meredith just left the hospital, alone.". "You made my day." said Phil, and disconnected the call. He took his car keys from the table. And headed towards his car. He stepped in his car, started the engine and drove his car. Today was his day, and he was going to tell Meredith his feelings face to face.

Someone was following her. It was not even an observation anymore. She was not being paranoid, not being crazy, this black SUV-type car, just behind her. She was almost confirmed that the car was following her. She felt under her seat, did she still have it, or did she not? Yeah, her gun, it was still there. She took it in her hand. Just in case, something happened.

She wanted to be confirm. She was just about to reach her home. She took a right turn, the car followed her, she took a turn again, the car was behind her, she again turned, and her suspicions were confirmed, as the car followed her again. She was telling herself not to panic, her hands shaking all the while. She could see her house, in the distance. She stepped on it and reached her home. She stopped her car in front of her house. All the other houses had decorations except hers. She completely forgot about Halloween.

She stepped out of the car, standing in her front lawn. The car stopped too, and Phil came out of it. Phil was looking good, Meredith had to give him that. He started walking towards her. He stopped and said "Meredith, it's me, Phil.". "With all the text messages you have been sending me, it's been impossible to forget you" replied Meredith. She held her gun upwards and pointed it at him, so he doesn't try anything. Phil looked at the gun and appeared to be hurt. "Meredith, don't you trust me? I love you, and I've known you longer than Denis." said Phil. "His name is Derek" said Meredith "And I don't really remember you.". "What!" said Phil, he looked kind of heartbroken that Meredith forgot him. How could she forget the prom? The things that he did for her? "Give me that" he said, obviously referring to the gun. He tried to take it from her, but she had a strong grip. They both were struggling for the gun and by mistake, Phil pushed the trigger. There was a loud band sound.

He heard a scream behind him. There were kids there. Trick or treaters. All of them dressed as something. They were all watching in shock and horror. He looked at Meredith, she was on the ground and she was bleeding pretty badly. The gun was still in his hands. He threw it on the ground. He went in his car, he was shocked. He stepped on it and just got out of there. Oh! What had he done?...

So, cliffhanger. I won't say much. Just bear with me, it gets better. Happy Halloween to all Americans and all the citizens of other Halloween celebrating countries. We don't celebrate Halloween, but we are celebrating Diwali. So, Happy Diwali to fellow Indians.

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