Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, but I really wish I worked for the show. :)

A/N: This story was inspired by an actual dream I had. I love it when I have dreams like this :) Enjoy!

Summary: Meredith's late for rounds. Bailey's on the warpath. Derek's going to make it up to her.

You're Late, Grey

Meredith's laugher filled the room. "Derek…"

"What?" he whispered, nibbling on her ear.

"We can't. I've got rounds…."

"I can be really fast," he said, kissing her neck.

Meredith closed her eyes and moaned softly, as Derek was hitting all the right spots.

This was becoming a habit, waking up like this in the on-call room. Normally, they didn't stay here overnight, but lately, things had gotten busier for both of them. Lots of late nights, lots of crazy hours. Sometimes staying at the hospital was just easier.

"Derek…" she protested, but didn't put up a fight as Derek began to spoon her.

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"Damn it!" Meredith cursed, reaching over to the nightstand for her pager. "Crap!"

Derek watched as Meredith stood up and scrambled to get her clothes back on. "You're already late. What's a few more minutes?"

"I'm sorry. I've got to go. Bailey's going to kill me." Meredith grabbed the ponytail holder from around her wrist and quickly pulled her hair back "We'll finish later. Bye." Meredith gave him a quick kiss and sprinted out of the room.

Derek sighed. This had to be the third morning in a row that this happened. He was determined that Bailey must have some kind of ESP, because she always paged Meredith at the most inopportune moments.

"You're late, Grey," Bailey said sternly as Meredith rushed to catch up with her and the rest of the interns.

"I know. I'm sorry, Dr. Bailey."

Alex stifled a laugh. Normally it was he who was getting yelled at for being late for rounds. George gave Alex a disapproving look. Izzie responded by hitting Alex on the arm.

"You've been late a lot lately, Grey," Bailey said in a harsher tone.

"It won't happen again, Dr. Bailey" Meredith promised.

Bailey rolled her eyes. Yeah, she knew what Dr. Grey was doing. Hell, she heard it. Out of all of the hospitals interns, she got stuck with the most whiny, most surgery-hungry, most emotionally-attached, most sex-crazed of them all. What was she going to do with them?

"McDreamy?" Cristina whispered.

"Yeah. And I'm going to kill him if he makes me late again."

"Good god, Mer, what the heck does he do to make you so late every morning?" Izzie asked. "Must really be something good to make you late for rounds. You and Cristina are always here at the crack of dawn…."

"Hey, hey, this isn't social hour!" Bailey hissed, turning around and giving the ladies a cold stare. "Have your social conversations at lunchtime, you're working now!"

"Holy crap, Nazi's back," Meredith whispered to Cristina and Izzie. "I picked a bad morning to be late for rounds."

"Yeah, she's on the warpath," Cristina said.

"She's probably PMSing," Alex added.

Meredith, Cristina, and Izzie all gave Alex a look.

"Hey, you learn these things on the gynie squad," he explained.

After rounds, Bailey looked at her group of interns, wide-eyed and eager for surgery. Every damn one of them. "Karev, go work with Dr. Montgomery today. Izzie, George, go prep Mr. Martin for his surgery."

"Bailey," the chief called, "I need one of your interns today. You've got someone available?"

"Oh I am, Dr. Bailey!" Cristina said.

"Me too," Meredith added.

Bailey turned to her two remaining interns, both waiting to hear who she would pick.

"Yang, go."

"Thank you, Dr. Bailey!" Cristina said, rushing off to assist Chief Webber, but not before giving Meredith a mocking look.

Bailey looked at Grey, the look on her face not at all forgiving. "And you. Pit! And when you get downstairs, go see Nurse Debbie. I'm sure she's got some very fun, very exciting, very non-surgical cases for you."


"That's right. No surgeries for you. No scrubbing in, no observing, I don't even want to see you near an OR."

"For how long?"

"A week."

"A whole week?"

Bailey just laughed. "And I'm being generous. Late for rounds again and I'll make it a month," she said in a more serious tone before she sauntered off.

Meredith sighed. "Derek, I'm going to kill you," she fumed.


Derek spotted her writing in a chart at the nurses station. It was almost lunch time, and he wondered if Meredith was hungry.

"Hello, Dr. Grey."

"I'm not speaking to you."

Meredith's tone of voice took Derek by surprise. She sounded mad. "Well you just spoke to me now," he teased, then immediately regretted it.

"Fine! In this very moment, I'm speaking to you. But I don't want to speak to you for the rest of the day!"

"Why are so mad at me?"

"Because, Derek! It's not even noon yet and already I've done seven rectal exams, given out twelve enemas, had two cases of explosive diarrhea, and a colonoscopy patient who needed a dressing every half hour. And it's all because I was late for rounds this morning. No thanks to you."

"Well how about I make it up to you?" Derek smiled at her.

Meredith gave him a look. "A quickie in the on-call room is how I got into trouble in the first place."

Derek laughed. "That's not what I was going to say. I have an aneurysm to clip in OR 2 in an hour. I was going to ask if you'd like to scrub in. What do you say? Grab some lunch and then go scrub in?"

"Can't. I'm banned from the OR."

"She banned you from the OR?"

"Yep. For a whole week. No surgeries. And all because I was late for rounds for the third time this week. And that's why I'm not speaking to you." Meredith took the chart she was working on and walked away, leaving Derek with stunned look on his face.


Derek watched her, waiting for just the right moment to catch her. In just about five seconds, the elevator door would open, she would walk in, and he would have his chance.

The elevator door pinged, and Dr. Bailey stepped inside. And just when she thought she would finally have the elevator all to herself for once, Derek barged in, pushing the doors open and stepping in.

"Dr. Bailey, I need you to clear Dr. Grey for surgery."

"Well you're just going to have to find yourself another intern. Dr. Grey was late for rounds, and until she can take her job more seriously, she's not going anywhere near an operating room."

"Bailey, you shouldn't punish her. It wasn't entirely her fault. She was late because of me."

"Yeah, I know. And if you weren't my boss, I'd make you give enemas too."

The elevator doors opened and Bailey stepped out.

"Dr. Bailey!"

"Bzzzt!" Bailey shushed, holding up her hand. "I don't want to hear it. Grey was late, so she doesn't get to scrub in. End of story!" Bailey walked away, muttering to herself. "Sex-crazed interns turn into sex-crazed attendings."

Derek road the elevator back down to the first floor. As soon as he stepped off, he spotted Meredith. He had to talk to her.


Meredith glared at him, then quickly went off in the other direction.

"Meredith, wait!"

Derek would have chased her, but his pager went off. Meredith would have to wait.


Joe's Bar was a much different place in the daytime. In the evenings, it was always filled with music and people, but on a Wednesday afternoon, it was deserted.

"Hey, Dr. Shepherd," Joe said as he saw Derek walk in.

"Hey, Joe."

"Didn't expect to see you here at this time of day."

"Well I'm not having such a great day." Derek took a seat at the bar.

"Can I get you something? Double scotch, single malt?"

"No, I'm on duty. Maybe just a water and some bar nuts?"

"Sure." Joe poured the doctor a glass and set it in front of him. "So what's made your day so bad?"

"Meredith's mad at me."

"Why? What'd you do?"

"I made her late for rounds. Now Bailey's punishing her. She's banned from surgeries for a week."

"Ouch. Miranda's small, but she's tough."

"Yeah, no kidding."

"Well you know what you have to do, don't you?"

Derek looked up at Joe, confused. "What?"

"You have to make it up to her."

"I tried that. It didn't work. She won't listen to me."

"Well you'll just have to try harder."

"And do what?"

"I don't know. Take her out to dinner, buy her flowers, listen to her talk. And if that doesn't work, apologize profusely. You'll think of something."

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Derek looked down at his pager. "Duty calls. I guess I better go."

"Good luck with Meredith."


"Oh, and hey, if apologizing doesn't work, just bring her here. I'll give her free tequila shots. That always puts her in a good mood."

Derek laughed. "Thanks, Joe."


When Meredith got off from work, she headed straight to Joe's. Whenever she had had a bad day, that was always her first stop.

"Hey, Joe," Meredith said, sitting down on the barstool beside her friends.

"Hey. I heard you had a rough day."

"Yeah, it was the worse. I was forced to give enemas and rectals all day."

"Been there," Izzie commented.

"Done that," Cristina added.

"Well here, this one's on the house." Joe poured Meredith a tequila shot, which she gladly accepted and downed in two seconds.

Meredith smiled, her mood already starting to lift. "Thanks, Joe. Pour me another one."

"I tell you what," Joe said as he poured her another tequila shot. "This one's on the house too, but you've got to do something in order to get it."

"Do what?"

"Go make up with McDreamy." Joe nodded towards the back of the bar.

Meredith looked behind her, seeing Derek sitting at the table. He gave her a little wave and one of those dreamy smiles. Meredith turned back to Joe. "So you're not going to give me any tequila unless I go talk to him?"

"Oh no, I'll give you tequila, but you'll have to pay for this one."

"Fine, I'll go talk to him." Meredith took the drink from Joe, took one more shot, then headed to the back of the bar.

"Hey," she said.


Meredith sat down across from him.

"So you've been avoiding me all day."

"Yes, I have."

"Meredith, I'm sorry. I hate that you're mad at me."

"The truth is, Derek, I'm not really mad at you. Well, I'm a little mad at you, but I'm more mad at the situation."

"What do you mean?"

"I was late for rounds. And I was punished for it. And I guess that's fair. But it takes two to tango, you know? I'm sure you must have had some patients to check on this morning when I should have been rounding. But I don't see anyone forcing you to do enemas all day. And I know you're an attending, and I'm just an intern, but I still don't think it's fair."

"You're right. It's not fair. I should be punished too. And you really wouldn't have been late for rounds had it not been for me. You were trying to leave."

"So what do you plan to do to make it up to me?" Meredith asked with a grin.

"Well for starters...how about tomorrow, I do every enema you're assigned to."

Meredith laughed out loud. "No you won't!"

"No, I'm serious. I will."


"It's been a while since I've had to do one of those but I can do it. And I think that's fair punishment for me, don't you think?"

"Derek, you're crazy! What are you going to do? Walk into the room and say, 'Hello, I'm Dr. Shepherd, Head of Neurosurgery, and I'll be giving you an enema today.'"

"Well if they ask, I'll just tell them that I went into neurosurgery but that my secret passion is proctology."

Meredith laughed out loud again, and Derek smiled. He loved the way she laughed.

"I'm sorry I avoided you all day."

"I'm sorry I made you late for rounds." Derek reached across the table to hold Meredith's hand. "Hey, you want to get out here? Finish what we started this morning? I think I do remember you saying we'd finish what we started."

Meredith smiled at him, her eyes full of happiness now. "Yes. But no more on-call rooms for a while. At least not first thing in the morning anyway."

"Okay," Derek agreed. He stood up, taking Meredith's hand, and together, they walked out of the bar.