She sat on a gurney, alone, in the tunnels. Suddenly, she heard his voice.

"Meredith, I want you. Right here, right now." It was sultry and seductive, but so warm and familiar. Welcome, it was definitely welcome.

She looked up at him, but a bright light stopped her from seeing his face clearly. Smiling, she leaned in and said ,"Well it's about damn time! You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

"Not nearly as long as I've wanted you." He leaned in to kiss her. He pressed his velvety lips to hers. She opened her mouth a little, biting his lower lip, and he deepened the kiss. His fingers intertwined with her hair as the kissing intensified. As they came up for air, she moaned, and threw her head back. He instantly went to work nibbling on her ear, then kissing her neck. He was working his way lower, ever lower….

Meredith woke up with a start. She groaned and threw her head back on the pillow, covering her face with her hands. She stayed like that for a moment. "Damn it!" She grabbed her phone from the night stand. It was three a.m., which meant it was noon in Zurich. She dialed.

"So, who's the mystery kisser?" Cristina greeted her.

Meredith groaned. "I still don't know! This is the third night in a row! I need sleep, Cristina!"

"I don't think it's sleep that you need!"

"Very funny!"

"Seriously, Mer, how long has it been?"

"Okay, you have a point. Why does this dream bother me so much? I mean, it's just a dream. A hot, hot dream…" her voice trailed off.

"Yeah, see sleep isn't going to help that. We have to figure out who the mystery kisser is!"

"Any ideas? I'm open to suggestion."

"Well, is there someone you're attracted to, someone you've been thinking about?"

"That's the thing. There's really not! But in the dream, I know the voice. I know who it is, but every time I try to see him, his face is blocked."

"So, you think it's someone you know?"

"A part of me does. I just wish there was a way to find out who it is!"

"That's easy. Just have every guy you know say I want you Meredith. Right here, right now!" Cristina did her best seductive voice, making herself laugh in the process.

"Oh yeah sure. I can see it now! Now do you think I should call a meeting, or approach them individually?"

"It sounds like what you're looking for is more of a one on one situation."

"Ugh. I've got to get this dream to stop! Help me!"

"Okay, let's look at what we know. You're alone, and in the tunnels. You hear a familiar voice. Oh no, Mer. Do you have a brain tumor? Please tell me it's not Derek and you're going to have ghost sex like Izzie!"

"Will you stop! It's not Derek, it's not ghost sex and it's not a tumor!"

"Okay, sheesh! Just trying to help!"

"Sorry. I just need to figure this out before it makes me crazy!"

"Mer, gotta run. I have a meeting starting. Sweet dreams!"

"Bite me!" Meredith chuckled, and disconnected.

She put her phone away and fell back against her pillow. "Who are you?" She moaned.

"I want you, Meredith. Right here, right now!"

She looked up into the bright light. "I want to see you," she said.

"You do see me." His lips met hers, and she found herself melting into him, once more granting him access to her mouth. He once again moved away from her mouth to her neck. Once more she moaned as he worked his way south…

"No! I want to see you!"

He stopped kissing her. "You do see me, Meredith."

"Damn it!" She was once again jolted awake.

There was a soft knock on the door, then it opened slowly. "Mer, you okay?" Maggie asked.

"No," she groaned.

Maggie entered the room, and came over to her bed, climbing in the other side.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Meredith asked.

"No, I was just coming up, and I heard you. What's going on?" she looked at her sister, worried.

Meredith looked straight up at the ceiling. "I had…a dream."

"Okay, was it a bad dream?"

"Not particularly."

"What kind of dream did you have?"

Meredith turned her head to look at Maggie, one eyebrow raised.

Maggie's eyes widened in understanding. "Oh! That kind of dream!"

"That kind of dream," Meredith repeated.

"And this is a bad thing?"

"Oh, the dream itself is very, very good. I've had it every night for the past three nights."

Maggie was confused. "Then what's the problem?"

"The problem is that I recognize the voice. I know that I know that voice. But every time I try to see his face, I can't!"

"Well, do you have any clue as to who it is?"

"I just had the dream again. And I said I want to see you. And he said that I do see him."

"But you don't."

"But I don't." she repeated, clearly frustrated.

"I had a problem years ago with a dream I couldn't remember. One thing I remember reading is to ask what you want from your dream before you go to sleep. Why don't you try it, and see if It works?"

Meredith smiled at Maggie. Sometimes it was nice having a sister to talk to. "Thanks, Maggie."

"Any time. Night, Mer."

"Good night."