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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harvest Moon.

She walked calmly through the sliding glass door, the sound of her heels against the pristine floor creating a steady, confident rhythm as she held her black handbag in her left hand. She walked to the front office, "Where is the Internal Medicine Department?"

"It's on the second floor, on your right."

She smiled appreciatively. "Thank you."

She took the lift and followed the direction, and soon she found herself standing before the department in which she had been transferred to. She walked in and went straight to the Chief's office.

The Chief was a man already in his fifties, with greying hair but dark eyebrows and a stocky build. "You must be Dr Kreiss," he said with a stiff smile. "Welcome to Oakbrook General."

She shook his hand, "Thank you, Chief."

"You come at the most fortunate time, I must say."

"Why?"

"This afternoon, there would be a lunch party together with the Surgery Department." The Chief said, "This hospital protocol dictates the surgeon to work closely with an internist for their pre-op and post-op treatments, to allow them to concentrate more to the surgery."

The Chief then handed over her new ID and scrubs, and told her where her locker would be. She immediately changed her suit into scrubs and her heels into more comfortable track shoes. She slung the new ID card over her neck and finally wore her new white coat bearing the insignia of Oakbrook General Hospital. As a final touch, she set her hair into a bun using a pencil, an old habit of hers.

It begins now… she told herself.

It was easy to tell whether someone was an attending, resident, or intern through the shade of his or her scrubs—with intern usually wearing brighter shade than their seniors. The base colour of the scrubs was also used to identify one's department. Surgery, arguably the top-notch department, wore purple in colour—the colour of royalty. Internal Medicine was granted the colour green, a more earthbound colour. Reine Kreiss found the arrangement to be funny, since she had thought that green—the complement colour of red—would be more suitable for surgeons.

The lunch party then was a mixture between shades of purple and green. Reine landed a few quick conversations with her new colleagues, and her vibrant and apparent openness really worked in her favour. Soon, she learned things like who was shagging whom, or who was whose nemesis.

"Dr Kreiss, I've been wondering," one of her colleagues asked, "Are you, by any chance, related to Dr Guinevere Kreiss?"

"Oh—"

"Speaking of the devil," another whispered while staring at a particular direction.

Reine turned to the same direction to find a woman in dark purple scrub under her white coat, her hair dark brown and softly curled, cascading to her mid back. Just like her, her face was oval and her skin was rather fair with a pair of emerald green eyes with golden specks upon closer inspection. She was walking to her direction, and Reine smiled.

"Well, my pink hair makes me a good landmark, doesn't it?" she remarked half-jokingly.

"Did you dye it?"

"No, I got it from my mom." She said, "Pretty rare, huh?"

By then, Dr Guinevere Kreiss had reached the group of internists. "Can we talk?" she asked Reine.

"Sure, Gwen. Let's have a sisterly chat."

Reine muttered a quick goodbye to her new colleagues and followed the surgeon who in turn led her to the emergency staircase. Gwen locked the door behind them and crossed her arms, her face was nothing else but pissed off.

"What's the deal, Reine?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I'm working here, starting today." Reine replied. "Is that the way to greet your beloved younger sister?"

Gwen glared at Reine, her younger sister by three years. "You know what I'm asking here, Reine," she said, her voice cold and threatening. "What. Are. You. Doing. Here?"

Reine shrugged, "No matter how many times you ask, my answer is still the same: working."

"Can you cut it off?" Gwen snapped. "What is a federal agent doing in a hospital?"

Reine looked back at her elder sister, this time her gaze equally cold. "You know the deal, Gwen." She said, "Our work is all about confidentiality. Secrets."

"What the—"

"Now, if you excuse me,"

Reine gently pushed Gwen aside and unlocked the door. "I would really appreciate it, sister, if you remember that I, too, am an internist besides what you said me to be," she reminded gently, but grimly. "For your own sake."

With that, Reine Kreiss walked out from the emergency staircase, leaving behind her stunned elder sister.

A federal agent in a hospital?

What's going on?

Thanks for reading! Rate and review, please? ^^

A/N: how does this sound as a prologue? Although I'm just a high schooler, I'll try to make this story as accurate as possible. I'm a fan of Grey's Anatomy, and although many of the scene MIGHT be inspired by Grey's episode, I will try not to plagiarise or anything. I don't own Grey's, of course, but I admire Shonda Rhimes a lot!

For those who are familiar with Gwen and Reine, yes, this time their relationship is a bit sour. And they're not twins either: Gwen is older than Reine by three years. ^^