Hiding in the Shadows

68. I hate you! And your stupid hair!

"Grey, I decided to keep you another night." Bailey announced as she walked into Meredith's room the next morning where Meredith was already up and dressed and ready to go.

"What?! I have been in here a week and a half." Meredith complained.

"I'm just kidding Grey. I can't wait to dropkick your ass out of here. You have been whiny and bitchy and absolutely loud with your damn snoring. The other patients were complaining about the noise level." Bailey joked dryly.

Meredith rolled her eyes.

"Are you giving me attitude Grey?" Bailey asked. "You may be a patient but your skinny ass is still my intern."

"Of course she isn't Dr. Bailey." Derek said, coming back into the room from putting Meredith's bags in his car.

"Uh huh..." Bailey said, rolling her eyes at him, slapping Meredith's discharge papers into his chest and telling him, "She is your responsibility now...good luck with that."

She walked out muttering loudly, "Damn attendings screwing interns, messes my damn day up, thinking about their sex lives having everyone bitching at me...can't keep it in his pants..."

Derek looked at Meredith in amazement.

"She knows I am her boss, right?"

Meredith giggled.

"It doesn't seem to me that she cares." She pointed out.

He grinned and walked over to her, bending over and pressing a hand on each side of her, trapping her in.

"I am your boss too you know." He reminded her.

"Yeah...I don't care either." She shrugged.

"You don't?" He asked.

"Nah...you don't scare me." She informed him.

He leaned closer to her.

"Oh really?"

"Yes...really." She said, looking him in his eyes.

"Well...you really shouldn't have said that."

Before Meredith could react, Derek had pushed her down on the bed and covered her lightly with his own body. He leaned down as kissed her neck, lingering there.

Her breath caught. Oh god...this man would be the death of her. She was so glad she didn't have that damn monitor on her or it would show her heart two seconds away from exploding.

He moved to the other side of her neck, sucking slightly. She arched up off the bed, coming in contact with his hard body. They both moaned.

"Seriously? Can't you wait until you get home?" Cristina asked, pushing a wheelchair in the room. Meredith and Derek sprang apart. Derek was wearing a shit eating grin and Meredith was busy smoothing down her hair.

"What the hell is that thing?" Meredith asked.

"It is a chair and it has wheels...so I am guessing a wheelchair." Cristina said.

"I know that bitch...who is it for?"

"You, whore." Cristina said.

Meredith opened her mouth to protest.

"You know the rules Mer, you have to leave in the wheelchair." Derek said.

"Uh...no." Meredith said.

"Yes." Derek sighed. Meredith was very stubborn.

"No."

"Yes."