deadly lies

chapter 4

I'm still sat in bed reading a book, waiting for him. He walks into the room. "Hi baby" I put down the book. "Woah, what happened?" I ask, climbing out of bed.

I walk over to him he has blood splattered all over his scrubs. "A patients wound opened and went all over me" he says.

"Why didnt you change?" I ask. "I wore my scrubs.. I didn't have any clothes in my locker' he says. "Borrow some scrubs?" I say. "I didn't think about that" he chuckles.

"Have a shower honey, I'll put your scrubs in the wash" I say. "Thankyou" he pulls them off, passing them to me.

I take them downstairs and put them in the washing machine. I go back upstairs and climb into bed as I hear the shower turn on.

He walks back into the room ten minutes later. I'm now laid under the covers, wearing one of his shirts. I scan his naked body as he gets changed into his pyjama bottoms.

He walks over, climbing into bed. I roll over into his arms. He wraps his arms around me. I smile. He kisses my head.

"I love it when you wear my shirts" he says. "I know" I grin. He runs his hand down to my ass. I giggle as he squeezes it.

He misses my cheek. "I love you so much" he says. I smile, looking at him. "What's got you so sappy?" I tease.

"Am I not allowed to tell my fiancé I love her?" He grins. "You are" I giggle. "Well I love you" he whispers, kissing my lips. I smile. "I love you too" I say.

My phone starts ringing. "Hey annie" I say. "Matthew's dead" she says. I stay silent for a minute. "Grey?" She asks. "Oh my god" I say.

"H-how?" I ask. "Stabbed" she says. "He was murdered?" I ask. "Yeah.. nobody wants to take his case because its too close to them.. and the women just all hated him for harassing them, so?" She asks.

"You want me to take it?" I ask. "Well, the chief does" she says. I sigh. "Yeah, okay" I say. "You sure?" She asks. "Yes" I say.

"I'll give you a proper run over of what happened tomorrow" she says. "Thanks" I say. We hang up.

I sigh, wrapping my arms around Derek's waist, resting my head on his chest. "What's the matter?" He strokes my hair gently.

"That guy.. the one who shouted at me the other day is dead.. he was stabbed" I say. "And you're sad?" He asks. "Just.. stressed, I guess" I say.

"You're on the case? Don't they know that he was an asshole to you?" He asks. "He was an asshole to every woman in that office" I say. He sighs.

"You think it was one of the women he harassed?" He asks. "Maybe" I say.

"I wonder why I didn't get paged to the ER when he got taken in" he says, reaching the grab his pager. "He was dead already when they got to him" I say. "Oh" he says.

"Are you okay babe?" He asks. I nod. "I just feel bad for the guys family.. or friends" I say.

"It serves him right.. he shouldn't harass girls" he says. "Yeah, but death?" I say.

"Don't think too much about it sweetheart.. it'll bother you" he says. "Yeah, you're right" I whisper. He kisses my cheek.

"Oh, meredith" he says. "Mhm?" I hum. "Theres a prom at the hospital on Sunday.. for the chief's niece.. Will you be my date?" He grins.

"You really think thats a good idea? Considering the last time we went to a prom together?" I grin.

"You mean when you got drunk, I gave you your first orgasm and you thanked me by puking on my suit?" He raises his brow. I giggle.

"You were surprisingly good at hand jobs, for a 16 year old" I say. He chuckles softly. "I'd love to go to prom with you baby" I giggle. He smiles, kissing me softly.

I turn around. He wraps his arms around me, spooning me. I entwine our fingers, closing my eyes. "I love you" he whispers. "I love you" I mumble back before drifting off.