AN: This is my first story so I am very sorry. I would love feedback/notes. Thanks for reading!

"You're telling me I can't even speak to my wife? Children? Mother? Sisters?" Derek was still groggy from the coma but he was coherent enough to know that he was no longer in Seattle.

"I am afraid not. Any contact with your family could put you and your family at serious risk." The agent was impatient, he had answered the same question four times now.

"There has to be some way I can contact them! They think I am dead!" All he wanted was to see him wife. Kiss her. Feel the warmth of her skin.

"I'm afraid not, Dr. Shepherd… uh Monsieur Andre…", explained the CIA agent. He was sympathetic to Derek's cause but he was under direct orders to make sure Derek Shepherd stayed deceased in Seattle.

Derek Shepherd had just woken up from a coma. After the traumatic car crash in Seattle and an emotional goodbye from his wife, Derek was transported secretly to Paris, France to start a new life as Jacques Andre.

The agent handed Derek papers, "Here is a new passport and birth certificate. You are now Jacques Andre."

"Really? You could've picked a better name than that?" Derek was more annoyed than anything. He hadn't processed the fact that he was starting a new life in France.

"In addition, here is ten thousand euros; it should get you started. I suggest you find a place to live and a job. I know this will be hard but you need to find a way to accept reality. You are no longer Derek Shepherd."

Derek didn't fully comprehend those words, You are no longer Derek Shepherd. After a moment of silence, his eyes opened wide and he realized what was going on. He tensed up and rudely asked the agent to leave, "Get out. Now."

As he walked out the door, the agent reminded Derek of the securitiy issues, "Please keep in mind that you may not reveal your previous identity to anyone or you will be transfered to a new location with another new identity."

"Trust me, one new identity is enough." Derek was annoyed with the agent. He understood what the stakes were. His work with the government was highly top secret. That didn't change the fact that he was leaving behind his whole life in Seattle. He just wanted some time alone; to think. So much had happened in the past forty-eight hours. He was worried about his family; especially Meredith. He missed her so much. He was worried about how she was taking his "death". She had her fair share of deaths and tragedy but he knew that this would change everything.