Izzie drove as fast as she could to Meredith's house, trying to keep the image of George murdering her friend out of her mind. She wouldn't let herself think of that until she was sure.

As soon as she walked in the door, she noticed Derek and Cristina talking a police officer. He said something that really seemed to upset them and Izzie rushed over.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." The Officer said as Cristina sobbed loudly and Derek covered his face with his hands.

"What? What happened? Cristina?" Izzie asked. Derek sat down on the couch, his head still buried in his hands. Cristina looked up at Izzie, her face shining with tears.

"The amount of blood that we found suggests your friend had significant wounds. If this was a homicide, and evidence tells us it might have been, she most likely lost a lot of blood very quickly. With the blood on the bed, the floor, and her clothes, we can deduct that the blood loss was fatal. We're going to start searching for suspects and other evidence. I'm so sorry, ma'am." The police officer said.

"Oh, my god..." Izzie cried, imagining her friend laying on the floor of her bedroom bleeding out. Tears jumped to her eyes and suddenly she remembered George.

"I think... I think I have a suspect" She said. Derek immediately looked up, his eyes full of surprise and a little bit of anger.

"Well, who is it?" Cristina asked. Izzie gulped.

"George O'Malley."

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Derek jumped up from the couch and ran out of the house as soon as Izzie was done telling her story. Overwhelming anger fumed inside of him as he dove into his car and sped away. He didn't care that Izzie and Cristina were right behind him. He knew he would get there first.

He reached the hospital within minutes. Izzie and Cristina ran up behind him as he entered through the automatic sliding doors. His eyes scanned the lobby until they landed on the person he was looking for, blazing with anger.

He was silent as he ran toward the man in the bloody clothes. George didn't even see him coming. He was thrown to the ground by the sudden impact and Derek landed on top of him, handfuls of his shirt clutched in his fists.

"She trusted you! You were her friend! You killed her! You killed her you son of a b*tch! You took her from me!" He screamed, slamming the intern on the ground over and over again. He heard Izzie and Cristina running up behind him and knew he had a limited amount of time.

"How could you do this to her? How could you be so selfish? You say you loved her. If you really loved her, you would have let her be happy. Not killed her because she didn't love you back. She's dead because of you. You!" He cried, using all of his strength to slam George on the ground a final time before Cristina grabbed him and pulled him away.

Izzie looked down at George, laying on the ground with tears streaming down his cheeks. Their eyes met and he seemed to beg her to help him. She walked away.

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No one had spoken to Cristina since she had seen Meredith's house. She had gone straight to her apartment and crawled into bed after she pulled Derek off of George. When she turned off the light, though, her heart began to pound in her chest. Her eyes darted around in the darkness, searching for any movement. She was afraid. Her fingers found the lamp again and turned it on. She let out a sigh of relief.

She was afraid to close her eyes. Even blinking terrified her. She felt an uneasiness in her stomach and found her eyes glued to the door of the bedroom, expecting a murderous man to burst through it at any moment and kill her like he had her best friend. She didn't want to put George's face on that man. She couldn't be afraid of someone she spent every day with.

The door opened and she jumped, gasping in fear and hearing her heart hammering in her chest.

"Cristina, it's just me." Burke's voice said from the door. She sighed loudly and calmed down as he climbed into the bed next to her and wrapped his arms around her shaking body.

"I heard about Meredith. I'm so sorry, Cristina. I know she was your best friend." He said softly. He felt her shudder and then she was crying into his chest, her dark curls shaking with the rest of her body.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. She shook her head and continued to cry, her hand grasping at his shirt. "Do you want to go to sleep?" He asked. She shook her head vigorously and her breath caught in her throat for a second. She was terrified of the dark and even more terrified of the nightmares that she would have if she dared to fall asleep.

"Okay." Burke said. He didn't really know what to do. He didn't know what to say to her. He knew nothing would make her feel better but surgery, and she was in no shape to cut someone open. So he just let her cry and cry, showing no signs of stopping. He handed her a glass of water to drink when her throat got dry and he pushed the hair out of her face when it fell.

After a very long time, she stood up and ran to the bathroom, falling to her knees in front of the toilet and vomiting. Burke ran after her, sitting next to her and holding her hair so it wouldn't fall in her face and get dirty. He rubbed her back as she threw up over and over again until there was nothing left in her stomach and she just heaved. She tried to stand up but her knees buckled and she collapsed. He caught her and carried her back to the bed. He helped her change out of her clothes and then he sat with her until he fell asleep, knowing that she wouldn't be able to for a while.

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Kind of a filler chapter. The next chapter will jump two months forward in time and introduce an unexpected character/storyline. Don't forget to review and let me know what you think happened!

Kisses!

-E