Something New

Chapter One

Meredith Grey collapsed down in the chair in her office, tired after a ten hour surgery. Yet, she still had paperwork to do. Just part of being Head of General surgery.

The title still made her smile. Meredith had been running the department for four months now and was beginning to think she could never get over the newfound power she had and respect she gained from her colleagues.

She had made something of herself. She had forged her name, made her mark on medicine. Shortly before winning her first Harper Avery award, she received the promotion at Grey-Sloan Memorial.

Meredith leaned forward, beginning to try and complete her paperwork despite her exhaustion.

Before she knew it, Meredith's head was on her desk and she was fast asleep.

Almost an hour later, the loud beeping of her pager jerked her from her peaceful slumber. Meredith groaned and sat up, trying to stretch out the soreness of her neck and back from sleeping in such an awkward position.

She glanced at her pager. Incoming trauma.

Damn it.

Meredith tried to smooth out her hair and wipe her face a bit before she stood up, ignoring the protests from every joint in her body, and ran out of her office down to the Emergency Room, also known as The Pit.

She quickly went to pull on a trauma gown and gloves, not bothering with her hair which would soon be shoved into a scrub cap anyway. She rushed outside and a young dark-haired male resident appeared at her side.

"I'm on your service today, Dr. Grey," he announced himself, pulling on a pair of gloves.

She barely glanced at him, the sirens of the ambulance seemed to be way louder than usual.

"What's your name?"

"Dr. Deluca. Andrew Deluca,"

"Okay, Deluca, we have an incoming trauma and all I know is there's multiple GSW to the abdomen, so be ready,"

"Yes ma'am,"

Meredith narrowed her eyes. The sirens were definitely louder than usual. When the large black SUVs pulled in in front of and behind the ambulance, she knew why. Their trauma case was a cop.

As soon as the doctors moved to open the ambulance doors and see their patient, two men and two women jumped out of the black cars and rushed towards them.

"His name is Special Agent Derek Shepherd with the FBI. We're on a case and he's the best damn team leader we've ever had. We need this man alive," A tall, blonde man interrupted Meredith.

"If you want me to even have the chance to save your guy I suggest you move out of my way to do your job so I can do mine," Meredith snapped at the man, who reluctantly stepped back and the paramedics and doctors rushed their patient inside.

"He's stable for now, so let's get some images to see exactly what we're dealing with. Deluca, take Agent Shepherd up to radiology and book an OR, the bullets are still in there somewhere," Meredith ordered after assessing the injuries.

Deluca nodded and dashed off with the gurney, aided by a nurse. Meredith turned around to face the group of well dressed individuals who had been stepping on her heels.

"Dr. Meredith Grey, head of general surgery. I'm sending Agent Shepherd up to get some scans before I open him up. He's definitely going to need surgery to repair the damage from the bullets," She explained, extending a hand which each took turns in shaking.

The blonde man who interrupted her earlier introduced himself and his companions.

"I'm Special Agent Jake Desmond. These lovely ladies are Agents Webbs and Prenton. And this is Agent Howard. We're with the FBI,"