Hello! This is my first ever fanfiction so I hope you all enjoy it. I will try to update every two weeks because I have school at the moment. Please comment! I would love to hear your thoughts or ideas. This story will follow the FSOG storyline, but with my own twists. I'm going to shut up now and let you read. Enjoy!

-Lily

Beep! Beep!

I open my eyes slightly and then immediately close them again. I groan and sit up in bed. Ugh! I look at my pager: 911 OR 3. I sigh, I just wanted some sleep. I haven't slept in two days.

I run out of the on call room and in the direction of the nurse's station. As I run by one of the nurses and she holds up three fingers. I give her a grateful smile and continue running towards the OR's. I see OR three and push in. I see Dr. Bailey.

"What is it?" I ask, trying to catch my breath after running all the way across the hospital. I walk toward the sinks and grab some soap and start scrubbing. Dr. Bailey comes behind me and ties the surgical mask around my mouth and nose. "Thanks," I say.

"No problem. The patient is a 28 year old male with a knife stuck right behind his ear," she says, shaking her head.

I stop scrubbing and stare at her. "What?" I ask shocked.

"My exact reaction. The scans and X-Rays have already been done, and luckily for him the knife didn't go deep enough to cause any real problems. You need to get it out without hurting him. He will be awake, to make sure that the knife didn't do any real damage. The only thing that might cause any problems is the risk of bleeding in Boca's area. So keep him talking," she explains.

"Wait? I'm doing this on my own?" I ask excited.

"Yes, I'm just going to be the observer. You'll do amazing; if anything goes wrong I'll step in," she says confidently.

I finish scrubbing and dry my hands. I walk into the OR and the nurse puts the gown and gloves on me. I walk towards the patient who is lying on his side, covered in blue sanitized towels. His head is propped up and the knife is visible. His hair has already been shaved and the area around the knife is sanitized.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Steele, I'll be your surgeon. I'm going to set this knife out of your head and you'll be good as new," I say, trying to keep from laughing.

"Hey, Doc. I'm Josh. You can laugh if you want. It's pretty funny," he says.

"How did it happen? I'm assuming that there is a pretty epic story behind this," I say as I get behind him and get my first good look at the knife. It doesn't look as bad as I thought it would. I'll just have to open him up some more, cut the part of the scull where the knife is located, and gently take it out. Then I have to check to see if there is any bleeding then I'll put in a metal plate cover the hole and close him up.

"My friends and I were trying to hit an apple off of each others heads and I walked through at the wrong time. I have a video if you want to see, cutie," he says. I can hear the smile in his voice.

"That's okay," I say, "Scalpel," I tell the nurse. "Okay let's do this," I say.

"Oh come on, babe, you have to see it," he insists.

"That's Dr. Babe to you," I say jokingly, "but why would you do such a stupid thing?" I ask.

"Believe it or not, Doc, this isn't the stupid thing I've ever done." And with that he's off. He tells me about all the dumb things he has done in his life, and boy that's a lot. Once I finished I put him to sleep and he is taken to the ICU.

"Good job, Ana!" says.

"I got lucky, it didn't damage anything. Now all I need is to do is the paperwork, then I'll off tomorrow," I say.

I walk to my office and fill out the copious amounts of paperwork that needs to be done. I just start putting away when I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I say. Dr. Trevelyan-Grey walks in.

"Hello, darling," she says in her sweet motherly tone. She looks implacable, as always. She's wearing a grey dress that hugs her curves and her sandy hair is pulled back in an elegant French twist. She has her hands in the pockets of the white lab coat.

"Hey, Grace," I say. "What can I say do for you?" I ask.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to come over to dinner tonight, you haven't left the hospital in three days. Come eat with us then Carrick will drive you home," she says sweetly.

"I don't know, I have laundry and I need to call my parents and-"

"Oh come on, you can do all of that tomorrow. Carrick and Elliot have been asking about you," she says teasingly.

"Oh joy," I respond sarcastically.

"Please darling. We get so lonely; I mean Elliot is great, but Mia is in Paris and Christian is always busy," she pleads.

"So I'm your last choice?" I say in mock offense.

"Yes! Now come on," she laughs.

"Fine, Fine," I give in. I begin to pack all my stuff and we walk out of my office. We head out of her car. She stops of a beautiful BMW.

"This is new," I remark.

"Christian got it for me on mother's day," she says proudly. Every time she talks about her son, Christian, her eyes soften. I've never met him, but it is easy to see how much she loves him.

"Oh the infamous, mysterious Christian," I say chuckling.

"Oh yeah, you've never met him. His job is very demanding," she says sadly.

"Dr. Steele? !" I hear someone calling. I turn to see Dr. Cole, the chief of surgery rushing towards me.

"Hello, , what can I do for you?" I asked.

"Thank god I caught you before you left. You know the huge grant we got from the brain mapping research you're doing? I'm going to need you to go and personally thank the sponsor. You know how those rich bastards can get if you don't kiss their asses," he says chuckling at his own joke.

I turn to roll my eyes at Grace but I realize that she has gotten in the car to give and I some privacy. "No problem," I say.

"Great, here is the address and I have made an appointment at 10 o'clock. Also if you could ask him to come to our fundraiser that would be greatly appreciated," he says and hands me an invitation.

"No problem. Have a great night, ," I say. He turns and leaves, and I get into the passenger seat of Graces car.

"What was that about?" she asks.

"I have to go thank some donor and invite him to the fundraiser," I say, "well so much for a relaxing day."

"It won't take long; 10-20 minutes tops, then you can go home and do laundry," she teases.

"Funny." I roll my eyes.

"Now what would you like for dinner, darling? I'll call Gretchen and have her begin," she says.

"How about we call the pizza place on exit 12 and pick up a few boxes and have a casual dinner and a movie," I say.

"Sounds like a plan," she says. She calls the pizza place and puts our order in just as we exit Seattle.

We fall into easy conversation; she asks about my parents. Her and my mother have become very close in the short time that they have known each other. My Mom is grateful to Grace for taking care of me. I ask her about her parents. We keep the easy conversation until we pull up to the pizza place. Since we called ahead we were only there for a few minutes. We get back in the car with four huge boxes of pizza and it takes everything in me not to eat it on the way. Thankfully Bellevue is close and we make it to the house fairly quickly.

Well house isn't the right word for it, it's huge and breathtaking. The house is a modern style home with lots of windows and wood paneling on the outside. The driveway is newly paved and it goes up to the two door garage tucked into the side of the house. Grace stops right by the front door for me to get out. I get out carefully, my balance is compromised after almost 36 hours without sleep; I might actually cry if drop the pizza.

I walk carefully along the stone walkway that leads to the front entrance. Once I get to the door I'm faced with a dilemma. How am I going to open this damn door? I turn to the side and reach my hand over a little, trying not the drop the pizzas. Just as my hand makes contact with the doorknob it is pulled away from me. I lose my balance and the pizza boxes start to tilt. Thankfully they are caught by Elliot who caused the accident in the first place.

"Hey, careful, sweet thing'. Some of us are hungry," he teases.

"I was careful, you ass. You're the one that opened the door," I yell back at him, a little harsher then I wanted.

"Sorry, babe," he says apologetically. He balances the pizza boxes in one hand then stretches his arm around me. He pulls me in and gives me an awkward one arm hug and kisses the top of my head. "We've missed you at the site, no one brings us cookies anymore," he says sadly.

"How about I bring you guys some cookies tomorrow after my meeting. Just text me the address," I say.

He nods, and finally seems content. We walk into the home theater and put on a movie and sit and enjoy each other's company.

At 10 O'clock I decide to go home. Elliot is working in the morning so he gives me a ride. We chat the whole way back to the city. Elliot is amazing; he makes me laugh like no one else can. I've never had a brother but since I met him he fills the position to a "T".

He stops in front of my building, "Goodnight, Ell," I tell him.

"Nigh, sweet stuff," he says with a wink.

I get out of the call and run into the tall, modern building. The door man James nods politely and holds the door open for me. I walk through the lobby and pick up my mail then head to the elevator.

I'm a firm believer that if you keep believe keep pressing the button that it will come faster. Once the elevator comes I get in and notice that and her tiny rat of a dog, Mr. Pepsi.

"Hello, Mrs. Vanderwillson," I say politely.

She gives me a fake smile and says, "Hello, Miss Steele. Were you out on a date?"

I force a smile on my face. "No, I had dinner with some friends," I say, trying to keep my voice even.

"Well, darling, you should really start thinking about dating. Your clock is ticking," she says in a sickly sweet voice.

Just before I lose it the elevator stops and I rush out. I despise the people in this building. They are all pretensions, stuck up, rich people. The only reason I'm here is because it's so close the hospital.

I walk down the hallway until I see apartment 4-B. I open the door and immediately I relax. My apartment is my sanctuary. I make it a point to keep everything cool and relaxed. The walls are a soft pale blue in the entryway. There's a cute side table and hanger on the left side of the door for my coat. My John-Richard Collection "Marissa" mirrored console side table holds the shoes that I wear most often. There is a cute John-Richard Collection curled-rim bowl on it to hold all of my keys, sunglasses, act. I'm a huge fan of John-Richard.

I walk along the short hallway until I reach the kitchen. The short hallway ends right as the kitchen begins. My favorite part of the apartment is the kitchen. It is a huge kitchen with an island in the middle. The kitchen cabinets are white wood but the walls are a bright blue. I have stainless steel appliances; on the handle of the oven, dishwasher and microwave I've hung colorful towels. On the island there are three Mackenzie-Childs flower market cookie jars, full of candy and cookies; they add to the colorful theme of the kitchen. The stove is on the island and there is a bright green tea kettle. The wall alongside the kitchen is all glass and it gives me a spectacular view of Seattle.

I walk over to the wine cooler, which is right next to the dish washer and pull out my favorite bottle, Marcassin Estate Pinot Noir. I reach up for the glasses and pour myself some wine. I walk around the kitchen island and head to the living room. The dining room is visible from the kitchen; there are two steps leading into the dining room, the part of the dining room that holds the table is not on the same level as the rest of the apartment.

Walking past the dining room I go into the living room, which is connected to the dining room. The living room is a pale blue color. The Candice Olson Gloria couch is off white with blue decorative couches. There is an antique bookshelf behind the couch, along with a table that teaches the length of the couch with pictures and candles artfully placed on it. The couch is facing a state of the art entertainment center, with a huge flat screen. I have no clue why I bought it, I rarely ever have time to watch TV.

There is an antique coffee table in front of the couch. On top of the coffee table a huge bowl, similar to the one in the hallway holds a bunch of rolled up manuscripts. There are also two huge comfortable chairs on either side of the coffee table. One of the chairs is blue with a white patter and white cushions while the other is white with a blue pattern and blue cushions. The chairs are facing the glass wall of the living room, which has a spectacular view of Seattle.

I sit on the blue chair and pick up the magazine that is on the table. I slowly sip my wine and flip through the magazine. I look up at around 11:30 and decide that it's time to go to bed.

I walk into my room and go into the ensued. I quickly shower and get into bed.

The blinding sun wakes me up. I groan and look at the alarm clock. Its only 8 o'clock so I have time for a quick jog before I have to go to the appointment. I put on my workout clothes and head down stairs. The building has a state of the art co-ed gym, which makes exercising much easier.

After running on the treadmill for 45 minutes I get off and head back up to my apartment. I take a quick shower and get dressed.

I decide on some dark was skinny jeans and light blue bottom down and a blazer. I grab my black Louboutin stilettos and matching purse and put my hair in a ponytail to tame it. My brown, curly locks come all the way to my back; I should probably get a haircut soon.

The building is not far from where I live so I decide to just walk. It's a beautiful, sunny day and I'm not going to waste the opportunity. I reach the 30 story glass building with GEH written across the top. Suddenly I get nervous; I have nothing prepared. I don't even know this guy's name. All I know is that he's some hotshot CEO. I really should have prepared more.

You're most likely going to embarrass yourself, my subconscious snares at me.

Oh great, this again. My annoying, bossy, bitchy subconscious. She shows up every time I get nervous or angry.

I take a few deep breaths and walk into the building. Let's get this over with.

I hope you enjoyed that. I had a ton of fun writing the chapter and I hope you had I lot of fun reading it. Please let me know if you noticed any mistakes. I'm a student so it may be a little hard for me to update regularly, but I will try to keep it the updates close together. Next chapter Ana meets Christian.

-Lily