Watch Over You is a work of fiction. All characters that are contained in this work of fiction do not belong to me. Any character that resembles those that are in the show Grey's Anatomy by name do not belong to me, and copyright infringement is not intended.

I see the glint of a gun off the overhead light, my hand pulling the man next to me to the ground, my gun drawn firing. It is instinct. People ask why I would choose this as a career. Why would I choose to give my life for someone else? Why these thoughts run threw my head at this moment I have no clue. You would think when you have you gun pointing at a man lying on the ground with blood pouring out of him and my client laying on the ground with my hand pressing his back into the ground.

"Stay down! Who knows if there are others? Stay the hell down." I say as I feel him stop fighting me. I know the police will be there soon, until then I'm on full alert, my gun drawn constantly scanning my surroundings as I hear the sirens of the police cars approach and screech to a halt in front of me. I throw my client in the car and leaving them to clean up the mess.

As we get to his house he walks in on unsteady legs and walks straight to the bar and pours himself a drink. His hands are shaking as he drains the drink before and offering me one. I decline as he hands me an envelope "Derek, I want to higher you on full time. Please stay." The man pleads. I feel my face hardening as he pleads with me.

"No. I don't do permanent assignments. I don't like attachments. Attachments are too messy." I say taking the envelope before walking out of the door. I hear his thank you as I close the door.

Pulling up to my house I can see my mail from the last three months littering the porch, spilling over onto the pathway. Cursing under my breath "Sure Derek I'll get your mail, no problem. Assholes." I brush it out of the way so I can open the front door and enter the house with my bags.

The next morning I was sitting in my back yard enjoying the sun when a tall older man walks in blocking the light. "Are you Derek Shepherd?" He asks standing directly in the path of the suns light.

I sigh as the man removes the warmth of the sunlight from me. "That depends on who is asking?" I say not even looking at him.

"My name is Richard Webber. I work for a woman that would like to hire you." Richard says. He moves to the other side of Derek trying to get the man to look at him.

"Why does she need someone like me?" Derek says looking up.

"Her name is Meredith Grey. She has the number one single on the radio now and there is buzz about her winning an Oscar for her first movie roll." Richard says.

I interrupt him shaking my head. "Sorry. I don't do celebrities. Have you talked to Sloan or Karev? They are good."

"I don't want good. I want the best. I want you. Sloan is interested but even he admits you are better than him." He's still talking but inside all I can think is yeah Sloan would be he always goes for the damsels in distress. "She will pay you $2,500 a week until the job is done. At least come and meet her. Come check things out and then if you still don't like it then you can walk away we will give the job to Sloan." Richard says

"If I agree to do this the price is $3,000 a week but I will come and check things out." I say instantly regretting it.

"Great! I will set everything up for you to come tomorrow. Is noon good for you?" Richard asked.

"That will be fine." I said sighing.

Richard left the address information I would need and walked out of the backyard.