The officers made for the nursing station as soon as they exited the elevator. The nurse on duty pointed in Lexie's direction and the officers walked over to where she was reviewing charts.

"Can I help you, officers?" She asked as the policemen approached.

"We're looking for Dean McCready. The nurse said you're his doctor."

"Mr. McCready is in radiology at the moment getting some x-rays," she lied, not really sure why. "What's this about?"

"Its police business, ma'me. Can you tell us where Radiology is?" Lexie gave the officers convoluted directions to the radiology wing, still not sure why she was lying. The two officers walked away and Lexie contemplated her next move. Did she go into Dean's room and tell Sam that the cops were looking for his brother? Or did she go about her business and not worry about what happened to the boys in room 3. Lexie had already made up her mind and walked down the hall and into Dean's room. The older brother was fast asleep and Sam was watching some made for TV movie.

"Sam, there were some officers here a few minutes ago asking about your brother. I sent them down to radiology first. I thought you might want to know they were around before they found you." Sam was on his feet in a flash and grabbed Lexie by the shoulders.

"This is important, who did they ask for?" For the first time since meeting Sam, Lexie was aware of a simmering power in the young man, some force deep within capable of things much darker than she cared to think of. Pushing her fear down, Lexie answered Sam's question.

"They asked for Dean McCready. Who else would they ask for?" Her thoughts went to the grizzly bear for a moment; perhaps he had an outstanding warrant? Sam didn't answer her question but visibly relaxed at her answer.

"Okay, thank you." Lexie could tell she was unceremoniously dismissed when Sam pulled his slim cell phone from his pocket and moved towards the window to make his call. Shrugging her shoulders, she left the room to return to her charting.

Lexie didn't have much time to ponder the exchange she had with Sam. A patient on the floor had chosen that time to flat line and she spent the next half hour helping stabilize the patient. Emerging from the room later, she was almost run over by a gurney.

"Sorry," a masked orderly said, maneuvering around her and onto the elevator. Lexie opened her mouth to complain, but a hand on her forearm stopped her.

"Miss, we were here earlier looking for Dean McCready? Radiology said he was still up here in his room." Lexie was again accosted by the officers from before and still angry at her near collision with the gurney, decided she was done being nice to people today. She pointed an angry finger towards the room Dean and Sam occupied and hoped that Grizzly Man was not there to be arrested. It was the last thing Dean needed to endure while he healed.

"Doctor, is this some kind of joke. Are you purposely trying to screw with us here cause this is getting a bit ridiculous," One of the cops had stormed out of the room 3, his face red with anger.

"What are you talking about?"

"There is no one in that room. Where the hell is Dean McCready?" Lexie followed the officer back to the room she'd been in a mere hour ago and was shocked to find it empty. Dean and Sam were nowhere to be seen.

"They were here an hour ago. I don't know what to tell you." The officer eyed her suspiciously then walked away to speak to his partner. They spent some time on the floor, questioning the nurses and orderlies about the men in room 3 but no one could tell them anything more than they were quiet boys, didn't make any fuss or raise any questions and would the officers mind telling them what they had done to warrant police involvement? The answer was always, "There was a stabbing, and we're required to check it out."

Lexie Grey thought about the McCready brothers all through the rest of her shift. Dean was in a fragile state and she worried about the damage that could be inflicted had Sam and Dean decided to run. She prayed that where ever the brothers were now, Dean was okay. She got her answer in the parking lot that night. Tucked under her windshield wiper blade was a hastily written note.

Lexie, thank you for all you did. He's okay and I'll take good care of him, have been my entire life.

Lexie smiled at the note, crumpled it up and began the drive home to Meredith's.

FIN

Author's Note: This a story that I think some day I'll pull back out and revise the heck out of. I got a case of writer's block on this one towards the end so I'll definitely revisit it some day. As it is, I hope you enjoyed.