If Im Not In Love

45

Derek was worried. It was probably stupid. He was probably overacting, but he couldn't help it. Meredith's shift had been over two hours ago and he still hadn't heard from her that she got home. It might just have been because she was annoyed with him or because she forgot but usually, they called each other when they got home, no matter what.

Derek checked his phone again as he sat next to Mark in the cafeteria, looking for a text message or a missed call that he might not have seen.

"You're like a sad puppy getting rejected." Mark shook his head

"She was supposed to let me know when she got home." Derek sighed, shutting his phone and putting it on the cafeteria table before picking it up and opening it again.

"She's probably annoyed with you so she went to go get a drink."

"She was tired...so much that she could barely keep her eyes open."

"Then she probably fell asleep as soon as she got home. You just pulled off a kick ass surgery...chill." Mark Sloan leaned forward to take a bite of a French fry.

"You're probably right..." Derek sighed, not sounding half convinced.

"And texting and calling her over and over is just going to piss her off. Lexie would have had me killed already." Mark chuckled.

"She should be used to it by now." Derek laughed weakly.

"So...beer tonight?"

"Yeah..."

"By the way you're describing Meredith it's probably best you don't ho home right away."

"You're probably right...Let's...get beers."

"Beers." Mark laughed, dipping his fry in ketchup. "And get some wings or real food."

"Beers and wings...lots of memories." Derek chuckled.

"And hoping Meredith doesn't kill you later." Mark laughed as he looked down at his beeping pager. It wasn't 911 so he shrugged and turned it off.

"That's not funny."

"You're the one who said she kept snapping."

"Because she was tired..." Derek sighed. "Or I did something and she's not telling me..."

"Maybe she's on the rag."

"Okay. Let's not talk about my girlfriend's...cycles.:

"Just saying...she's been a little cranky and I know when Lex..."

"Stop. Let's go get beers." Derek stood up, sticking his cell phone in his pocket.

"First...I got the page first!" A young intern ran past the cafeteria, one of them bumping into Derek as the group of five young interns ran.

"Watch where you're going." Mark groaned.

"What's going on?" Derek asked, watching as the interns itched to get away from them.

"Accident!" One of the women replied.

"Woman fell asleep at the wheel!" Dr. Lander, one of Meredith's interns replied.

"Beers...or possible surgery?" Derek turned back to Mark.

"Damn it!" Dr. Lander groaned, opening his cell phone. "Hudgens just texted me and just she's alert and chances are it's nothing serious. Damn it...I wanted OR time!"

"I say we at least go see what's up." Mark shrugged.

"Let's go." Derek sighed, starting to walk with Mark before turning around to say something to the intern. "Just a little tip...don't complain about patients being okay."