For the First Time

Where You Don't Belong

"Great work, Dr. Grey," my intern said to me while walking out of the operating room. "I don't even know how you did that I mean that guy was a goner until you came and then you saved him. That was fascinating."

I laughed at the fact that he was so intrigued. He was like a little puppy, an annoying puppy. My pager started to buzz and saw that I was being paged 911 to the E.R. I thanked the young intern and made my way down to the front desk in the E.R.

"I was paged 911," I told the nurse at the front desk.

"Yes Dr. Grey, we're swamped down here and in desperate needs of some extra hands. Can you take the man in bed 3?" she asked while walking away.

"Uh, yeah!" I yelled at her. I grabbed an iPad at the front desk and began logging in while walking over to the bed. I slid open the curtain and began pulling up the patient information. "Hello, I'm Dr. Grey and I'll be taking care of you today," I said while continuing to look down at my iPad.

"Well, well, well look what we have here," a familiar voice said. His voice sent chills down my spine. I recognized that voice, the voice I heard last night. I looked up from the iPad and looked straight into his piercing blue eyes.

"Uh, uhm, uh," I managed to get out. "Wha-what are you doing here?"

"Remember how last night I stuck my hand in the elevator? Yeah I think it's pretty bruised and maybe fractured," he said while laughing. I gave him a subtle smile and began to giggle.

"Well that's what you get whenever you put your hand where it doesn't belong," I responded. He wouldn't stop staring at me and was studying my every move. "What are you staring at?" I asked while examining his hand. It definitely was bruised but I don't think it's broken.

"I'm trying to decide whether you look prettier in those scrubs or in your lace dress you were wearing last night," he said with a smirk.

"And we're done here," I said while getting up. "Your hand is indeed bruised, but I don't believe it's broken, but we'll get an X-ray to rule out any fractures." The curtain flung open and I quickly turned around.

"Look who it is, Derek Shepherd long time no see!" Dr. Webber said.

"Richard, how are you doing?" Derek asked. They shook hands and began to talk.

"I see you've met our finest general surgeon fellow, Dr. Grey," the Chief said. "Just like her mother, so much talent.

"I have to say she is a pretty good doctor," Derek said while looking at me. He paused for a moment. "Wait, your mother is THE Ellis Grey?" I shook my head with a smile forming on my face. The thought of my mother humored me. Everyone thought we were so alike, but many few knew how different we actually were.

"Dr. Grey, get a rush on Derek's X-ray, we wouldn't want him waiting," the Chief told me. I quickly ran out of the confined space and walked away while hearing the two catch up. I sent the X-ray's to the lab and I was praying they would be ready by the time I got up to radiology. I found it odd how the two knew each other so well.

Thankfully the scans were ready by the time I got up to the third floor. I turned around and took the stairs since I felt like I had kept the Chief waiting long enough. I got back down to the E.R. and found the two still talking in the same place.

"Here you go, Sir," I said trying to catch my breath. He held them up to the light to get a better picture. The Chief and I neither were ortho doctors, but we figured we would be able to find fracture. The Chief studied them for a long time until he brought them back down to eye level.

"Well Derek, luckily for your sake there is no break. Just some bruising and some swelling. We wouldn't want to ruin that million dollar hand," the Chief explained. "Do you mind if I ask how your hand got bruised so severely?"

"Uhh, uhm," Derek managed to say. I was trying to control my laughter until I completely lost it. Derek stared at me and a smile began to form on the corners of his mouth.

"Something funny, Dr. Grey?" the Chief asked me. He didn't think it was as funny as Derek and I did.

"No sir," I responded. "Mr. Shepherd just often finds his hands in places where it doesn't belong."

"Well whether he knows where his hand goes or not, he's the top neurosurgeon in the country. So I expect you to stop making this a laughing matter before you find your hand doing paperwork rather than preforming surgery in an O.R.," the Chief told me. He apologized for my behavior to Derek, and his pager buzzed. He said their goodbyes and told him to call him tomorrow and Derek said that he would. I was told to finish Derek's discharge papers and I did what I was told.

"Richard Webber sure has changed since he was my teacher," Derek said while he was finishing up some paperwork.

"You learned under Dr. Webber?" I asked. I assumed that's how the two knew each other so well.

"Of course, I was his favorite student," Derek said jokingly.

"Now there is where I would have to disagree," I responded. I wrote a prescription for pain killers and handed the paper to Derek. "This is for painkillers, take only when needed." He took the paper from me and smiled at me. Those damn blue eyes were killing me.

"Can I ask you something?" Derek questioned. Before I could answer, he was already talking again. "Why won't you go out on a date with me?"

"I don't date patients," I responded. I opened the curtain and Derek quickly reached over my shoulder to shut it again. He grabbed my shoulder and turned me around so we would be facing each other again. His warm breath was hitting my neck and sent a chill down my spine.

"Well I wasn't a patient until today. You need to get to know me in order to love me," he said. God his voice was so calming.

"So if I get to know you, I'll love you?" I asked. I have to admit, he was dreamy.

"Yes," he said softly. Before I processed it his lips were pressed up against mine. They were soft and something that I could get used to. Normally I would pull away, but instead I embraced it. It was only a few seconds later that I realized this was a bad idea. I pulled away and he looked down at me again. He pulled out his billfold and pulled a small piece of paper out of it. "Here's my business card," he said. "Don't hesitate to call whenever you wanna go again." A smirk appeared on his face. He opened the curtain and began walking away. I stood there frozen watching him walk out, admiring the view. Before he reached the door, he turned around again. "Hey Doc, thanks again for the meds," he said and then gave me a quick wink before he left.

***I apologize that I haven't updated in a few days! It's the first full week of summer this week so hopefully I can get in an update in.
xoxo, Molly***