A/N: OMG…how depressing was Grey's Thursday night? That was one sad episode! Seeing Mer all blue like that was hard to watch. And the look on Derek's face! It was a good episode….just really sad :(

So how about something HAPPY :) AN UPDATE!! YAY!

Okay…so I'm truly sorry for the lack of updates for this story as well as my other one, "A Weekend Away". I've had some major writer's block. (probably b/c I've been freaking out about Mer in the water for the past week) I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint...I know there's been a lack of Mer/Der screen time so hopefully this will make up for it!

Also, this will probably be the last chapter of this story, as it never really was going to be more than one chapter anyway. But thanks to those of you who encouraged me to write more. I do have to say…I enjoyed writing Derek the neurosurgeon doing enemas LOL.

When I get over my writers block, I do plan to finish my other story, and I have some ideas for some more stuff. Just a matter of getting it out of my head and onto my computer screen. Add me to your author alerts and stay tuned :)

Thanks for reading everyone!



Derek took a look at his surroundings as he came upon the on-call room. He wanted to make sure no one saw him go in. He knew how gossipy the nurses were. The coast was clear and he opened the door.

He had barely had enough time to get the door locked before she was all over him.

"What took you so long?" Meredith complained, putting her arms around his neck and pressing her mouth hard against his.

Derek loved it when this side of Meredith appeared. Especially in the middle of the day when they were at work. It was such a turn on.

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, never breaking their kiss as he carried her over to the bed.

Derek managed to kick his shoes off as he gently laid her down on the mattress. It was in that moment that Derek's forehead collided with the top bunk bed.

"Oh god! Are you okay?" Meredith asked, concerned but half-laughing at the same time.

Derek winced in pain, rubbing his forehead. "Yeah. That's going to leave a mark," he said.

Meredith stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"It's fine. Where were we?" Derek leaned over and resumed their kiss.

"Take off your pants," Meredith whispered against his lips.

Derek laughed. "Can't wait?"

"No," she smiled, moving her hands to the string of his pants and undoing the tie.

"Alright, hold on a second."

Meredith didn't want to wait. Her hands moved to the bottom of his scrub shirt, gently pulling it over his head. Her hands lightly ran over his chest. "I can't wait. Hurry."

Derek looked at Meredith, her eyes full of want and desire. He'd do anything for her. He got off the bed and dropped everything to a pile on the floor. A smile danced on Meredith's lips.

"Your turn," he whispered, sitting back down and pulling her scrub shirt over her head. But that only revealed another shirt. "How many layers of clothing do you have?" he joked.

"Too many," she replied, taking off her second shirt, then reaching behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra.

Meredith laid back, giving Derek another one of those smiles as his hands moved over to the string on her pants. She lifted her hips as he then pulled her pants and panties down, throwing them over to the floor along with the rest of their discarded clothing.

"Happy to see me?" Meredith said with a laugh.

"You have no idea," he replied, kissing her again as they began to make love.


Bailey made her way to the nurses station, a grin on her face. "Nurse Debbie?"

Nurse Debbie looked up from her paperwork. "Yes, Dr. Bailey?"

"Have you seen Grey on the floor?"

"No, not since lunch."

"Well I'm looking for her. I have a very special case for her. Kid came into the ER and swallowed a bunch of marbles. See to it that Grey handles this if you can ever find her."

Debbie took the chart happily. "Will do."

"Oh I saw her Dr. Bailey," Olivia piped up, hearing the last little bit of their conversation. "I saw her go into one of the on-call rooms a while ago. She must be sleeping. Do you want me to page her for you?"

Bailey's smile suddenly turned into an angry glare. "Which on-call room?"

"Um...the uh...one at the very end of the hall," Olivia said, pointing hesitantly.

"Nevermind," Bailey said to Debbie, snatching the chart away from her. "I'll take care of this myself."

"What's wrong with her?" Olivia asked as she watched Dr. Bailey march down the hallway.

"People in this hospital can't keep their clothes on," Debbie remarked.


"Five more minutes," Meredith begged, giving Derek a smile as she watched him pull on his shirt.

"I would if I could," he said, giving her a kiss. "But I have to save a life."

"Oh. Well, that's okay. Saving lives is important. You should go. I wish I could go with you."

"Bailey can't keep you out of surgery forever."

"Well she certainly seems to be enjoying finding ways to torture me." Meredith reached for her clothes on the floor and began getting dressed.

"So um…am I off enema duty for now?"

Meredith laughed. "Yeah, you're off the hook. But I have some rectal exams to give later if you're game."

"Um…sorry, Mer, I think I'm going to draw the line there."

"Worth a shot," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"See you later?"


Derek gave her a kiss before walking over to the door.



"Page me when you're out of surgery?"

Derek smiled. "Definitely." As soon as Derek opened the door, he saw Bailey on the other side. She just stood there, giving him one of her disapproving frowns.

"Dr. Bailey," Derek nodded, then rushed away, not wanting to face the wrath of the nazi.

"Dr. Bailey!" Meredith quickly grabbed her doctor's coat from the floor and put it on. "I was just…um…heading back to the pit!"

"Don't bother. I already have a case for you. And you are just the doctor I had in mind." Bailey happily handed over the chart to Meredith. "Kid swallowed some marbles. You know what to do?"

"You want me to find the marbles."

"What goes in must come out. Enjoy." Bailey smirked as she walked out of the room.

"I will never be late for rounds again," Meredith said to herself, then groaned as she thought of the task ahead of her.