George opened his eyes to find that the world was too bright and closed them again. His head pounded as he struggled to remember what had happened and how he got wherever he was. He made an attempt to open his eyes again and looked around. He was in an on-call room. How had he gotten there? Why was he there?

He stumbled out of the room, holding his head in an attempt to stop his pounding headache. Izzie saw him from down the hallway and ran toward him.

"George! George, thank God! I've been looking everywhere for you!" She called. George turned to look at her, blinking to force his vision to focus.

"Izzie? What happened? I can't... I can't remember anything. All I remember is you telling me about Meredith and then alcohol... so much alcohol..." He slurred. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the on-call room.

"George... something's happened." She said. He shook his head.

"What? What happened, I can't remember anything Izzie!" He said. Izzie sighed. He heard the pain and worry in her sigh and turned to look at her. He noticed her face was flushed and her eyes were wide and red with worry. She looked like she had been crying. "Wh... what? What is it?"

"George, it's Meredith." She said. He scoffed.

"Yeah, I know. She's marrying McDreamy." He said bitterly. Izzie shook her head.

"She's gone." Her voice broke and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"What? What do you mean, she's gone?" He asked. She sat down on the bed and pulled him with her.

"Derek went home last night and she was gone. There was blood... everywhere. There was a note on the bed telling him not to look for her. Her clothes were on the ground and... oh, it was horrible, George!" She cried, her eyes spilling with tears. He stared at her with wide eyes.

"Wh- d- Did he call the police?" He asked. Izzie nodded, sobbing softly.

"Cristina's going over there...The police... they're inves-investigating... they... think... they think she was... she's dead!" Izzie sobbed. George sucked in a gasp and his mouth fell open. His eyes filled with tears.

"Izzie... Izzie, look at me." He said. She looked up at him, her face drenched in tears. "We have to be strong. If she is out there, if she's alive, we have to be strong for her." He said. Izzie sniffled and her eyes filled with terrified realization suddenly. "What? Is there something else?" He asked.

"George, are you sure you don't remember anything from last night?" She asked softly, her voice full of fear.

"No! I don't remember anything! Why?" He asked worriedly.

"I...I saw you... yelling at Meredith. You were so mad... you ran away before she could even say anything... no one saw either of you after that." She said slowly. George gasped. Izzie's eyes trailed down to his clothes and went wide. She jumped up from the bed.

"What? What, Izzie?!" He asked.

"George... your clothes are covered in blood," Izzie said softly, her eyes filled with fear. George shot up from the bed. He looked down at his clothes, fear jumping to his face.

"Izzie..." He cried as she backed away from him. "Did... did I do this?" He cried, tears streaming down his face. Izzie backed up until she was standing against the door, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Stay away from me!" She shouted when he approached her.

"Izzie..." She ran through the door without looking back.

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Cristina pulled up to Meredith's house, tears pooled in her eyes. She saw the police cars parked all around the driveway and gulped. Yellow tape and police fences were set up all around the house. Cristina ran up the sidewalk and into the house frantically.

Derek looked up as soon as she walked in. His face was drenched in tears and his cheeks were flushed. His normally flawless hair was tangled and falling on his face and his normally kind and charming eyes were filled with despair and trauma.

"Cristina..." He started, but she wasn't listening. She had already begun to run up the stairs toward her best friend's room. Derek caught her arm and forced her to look at him. "Cristina! You don't want to go up there. You don't." He said, remembering the horrible scene and the way Izzie had reacted when she had come home and seen it. Cristina ignored him and ran up the stairs. He ran after her.

She froze for a moment to take in the insanity. Police officers and forensic specialists ran around everywhere, bags of evidence in their hands and blood-soaked gloves on their fingers. She stumbled up to the bedroom door but stopped at the yellow tape preventing her entrance. Derek ran up behind her.

Cristina was silent for a few moments. Her eyes scanned the pools of blood on the floor. The bed, stripped of its sheets with only a mattress stained dark red in the middle. The people bustling around collecting samples and evidence. Everything hit her suddenly. Her breathing became shaky and tears finally slipped from her eyes. She began to sob and felt her legs collapse. Derek caught her.

He took her downstairs and sat down on the couch next to her. She slowly calmed down.

"She's our person... she can't... she can't be gone." She cried. Derek looked at her sadly.

"We just have to hope that she's alive." He said solemnly. Cristina took a long, shaky breath.

"She's our person."

XxXxX

Now that this story has kicked off, I won't be posting every day any more. I will be sure to post at least once a week, but I don't want to rush myself so that I can put out good content.

Kisses!

-E