Meredith Grey's VIPenis

9

Tux

"Dr. Shepherd." called out Webber, making his way down the clean steps from the bridge inside the hosital.

"Dr. Webber." Derek greeted with a nod, buttoning his coat. The weather outside made a drastic change. It was clear when the sun rose. A perfect day to go out for a run, for new mothers to take their baby out for a stroll in the park. The bay warm enough, and for those who were adventure seekers, it was warm enough to strip off all clothes. All inhibitions and jump in.

Five hours from when he arrived to the hospital he noticed how slowly the clouds grew, grew in size and colour. The grey in the once white as cotton fluffs of air were trying hard to hold onto the water. The moisture inside those clouds that could cause a pour. A storm if God wanted to punish the eco unfriendly indiviuals out there.

So to speak, it was probably his fault. He littered that morning. He did. It was just a fucking coffee cup, but it seeme dthat god was punishing him. He just hope he wasn't punishing him when he reached his destination.

Dr. Webber stood infront of him a smile on his face. The Chief was in a good mood.

"I see you have your hair issues in place. No more teasing, no more volume." he stated with a small chuckle. Derek's face grew red in the embarrasing display two days ago. The vaseline in the hair, the little evidence of his release on his hand. he was just glad no one knew what that milky white substance was.

"Yes sir. Figured out I wasn't living in the 70's anymore so I just stuck with the mousse." he replied.

"Good." he nodded, his attention now to Derek's attire. "You leaving now. It's just noon?"

"I am on my lunch break Richard. I decided today was the best day to go and find a tux for the Gala." he explained with a tight smile.

"The Gala, that's right. Adele has picked out my entire wardrobe since we said I do. I surely have that taken care of. Well good luck...shopping." he concluded before making his way to OR 3's gallery.

With one final close of a button on his coat, an umbrella in one hand he pushed the button to the elevator.

He was going to find a tux.

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Skull

With a little coaxing and rumaging through all Aaron's personal belongings. It was rather difficult becaise of all the shit thrown everywhere, every inch, every square centimeter covered in something. He was being stubborn. He was being Asshole Aaron, the side of him that she just wanted to beat to a pulp. Looking through his last drawer she finally found what she was looking for. The item that she desperatly needed to continue on with her plan.

His little black book.

Names of women. Some ordianry such as Sarah A. Sarah H. Sarah M. and Sarah P. Names of women that were unique such as Emsy, Lillia, and Jade. And names that were just very different. Caseroni, Mistletoe, and Dick.

She searched twice as hard, harder and longer than it took to find the damn thing. Her roommate wasn't so keen on alphabeticaly organizing names in this two hundred page book. No. He organized them by best fuck. Best bang.

The best woman whot put the boom in his smelly little room.

Judy was in the middle. Her number written next to it as well as her address. Meredith knew he didn't have any interest in her now. There was a sctatched out check mark. Black pen scribbling over the perfect nike logo sign. It was replaced with a skull. A symbol of danger.

And in this case, she wasn't going to doub the signs.

She made him call her anyway.

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