A/N: Hey everyone! This is the start of my new fic, and it's pretty different. The beginning might be a little confusing, but as you read things will clear up. Promise! :) If you could read and review, that'd be super helpful! I really like this fic idea and plan on continuing it for a while, so imput would be awesome! Thanks for reading everyone!

Summary: Meredith and Derek are both spies, both for enemy agencies. They know that they're spies, but they don't know which agencies each other works for. Therefore, they have to keep their relationship secret, but things get a little complicated…

Meredith rubbed two black streaks of eyeliner around her eye and fluffed her hair one more time. If she was going to be the hardcore, fearless agent that everyone saw her as, she had to look the part, of course. It was part of playing the role. Then again, she wasn't just playing it. It was true- she was one of the best agents the agency had seen in a long time. And she wasn't about to let them down.

Then again, Meredith didn't have your everyday career. To put it frank, Meredith was a spy. Yes, one of those kicking-bad guys-butts, show-no-mercy, knows-how-to-handle a gun spies. She knew it, and so did everyone who worked with her.

She worked for the NPA, or the National Protection Agency, one of the highest leading protecting agencies in the United States. And by protecting, that meant protecting some of the most important plans in the US- plans to build future buildings, highways, routes, war strategies, and security systems. If they got in the wrong hands, things could go very, very wrong. She was one of the highest-ranking spies, just like her mother was, and it was a giant responsibility.

Meredith sighed and walked out of the bathroom, tightening her belt one last time. She rubbed the red lipstick across her lips as she entered her kitchen, grabbing a coffee someone had laid out for her. A note sat on the table;

I'm off to work, try not to get into too much trouble ;-) Enjoy the coffee, love you!

- Derek

Derek. The name of the man she had loved for about a year now. Calling him a boyfriend would be a little off-base, as he certainly wasn't just a boyfriend. They both knew he was more than that, and both were a little scared to admit it- because of the work factor. Meredith flashed back to a few weeks ago…. She and Derek had revealed to each other their careers- spies. Both of them…spies. The thing was, they didn't know which spy organization they worked for. Revealing that wouldn't be safe… although Meredith trusted Derek with her life.

Mer had always assumed that Derek was a part of the HRGM, or the High Risk General Missions Department. He was always saying how dangerous his job was. Little did Meredith know: He did nothing like that. At all.

Derek ran his hands through his wavy black hair and sighed. He sat in his large black boss-like chair as his assistant rambled about the current state of the President's security again. He was sick of it. He was a doer, and didn't like all the planning. He was ready to strike, but he knew that things didn't work like that around there.

"Okay, okay…" Derek cut his assistant off, getting annoyed. "We'll deal with this later."

"B-b-but Agent Shepherd…" The girl rambled nervously.

"Get out, now." Derek growled at her, and watched her scramble away from his chair nervously. He let out another exhausted sigh and swung his chair around, facing the big screen that projected the recent and current data. The letters APP flashed on the screen as well. The logo for his agency.

Attacks, Protection and Prevention was what APP stood for, of course. To most Americans, the APP didn't protect or prevent anything for them. To most Americans, the APP were whom they feared. The APP were the bad guys.

Little did those people know, the APP were trying to protect them from the governments plans for the future, some that could put the ecosystem and society in danger. Because the APP were trying to protect the Americans from the government that involved infiltrating the government, which made the US view the APP as the enemies.

"Derek!" Someone shouted from the end of the hallway. No one called Derek 'Derek' at work- it was always boss or agent shepherd, or even agent 42A. Well, no one except Mark, Derek's spy partner. He was a few ranks lower than Derek. Derek was one of the leaders of the agencies, behind first agent Webber and second agent Johnson.

He swung his chair around, "Mark!" He exhaled, "What's up?"

Mark waved a flash drive around in his hand. "We have attack plans." He smiled cockily. Derek sat up strait and felt adrenaline pulse through his veins. This is what they had been waiting for.

"Attack plans? From who?"

Mark smiled again, "The NPA."

Derek sighed with a smile and then got serious again: "What's their plan?"

Mark plugged the flash drive into one of many openings of Derek's large computer screen. "They're sending an agent to infiltrate the facility tomorrow. But…" Mark smiled slyly, "we got their plans."

Derek chuckled, "Yes, we do."

"What do you want us to do when we see her?"

Derek narrowed his eyebrows, "Capture. Show no mercy. They've got some questions to answer." Then he added loudly, "Prepare the facility. We'll see our little agent tomorrow."

"You want me to infiltrate the APP?" Meredith sighed, thinking about their enemies. "Tomorrow?"

Her spy partner, Cristina, nodded and smiled. "Yup. Orders from Agent Bailey herself."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." They sat in the cafeteria, eating some dry sandwiches and drinking coffee. They discussed the plans that Bailey had given her a copy of earlier that day. "It won't be easy, but you're Meredith Grey. You can do it."

Meredith took a gulp of coffee and groaned. She knew she could do it- she had done it many times before- but she just wasn't in the mood. She and Derek had dinner reservations tomorrow night, and she was guessing she now wouldn't have time to make it. "Okay."

Cristina gasped, "Okay? That's all? This is great! Bailey's actually trusting you with a mission like this." She muttered under her breath, "It should have been me."

Meredith glared at her, "What?"

"Nothing. Nothing." Cristina said, taking a bite of her sandwich. "Ignore me."

"So tomorrow, I'm infiltrating our enemies at five am?" Meredith clarified. When Cristina nodded, Meredith groaned.

"I can take it off your hands, if you want. Opportunities like these don't come around often…"

"No, no." Meredith smiled lightly, "I'll do it."

- - - - - - - later that night - - - -

Meredith arrived home with a sigh. She had been briefed the whole evening from Agent Bailey, and was exhausted. The house smelled like chicken. "Hello?" She called out.

"Hey!" Derek emerged from the kitchen smiling. "I made you dinner."

"Dinner?" She smiled and exhaled, "Perfect. I'm exhausted."

"Me too." Derek agreed. "But I made chicken parmesan. I mean, it's not exactly iron chef worthy, but it's still food." Meredith walked over and kissed his cheek.

"Thanks, it sounds, and smells, great."

He cocked his head to the side and smiled, "What are you thinking about?"

"Tomorrow." She couldn't lie to him, "I have a big day tomorrow."

"Me too!" He agreed wholeheartedly.

"I'm kind of worried."

He kissed her again, "I'm sure you'll do fine."

"You think so?"

"I do."

A/N: there it is! What do you think? Comments = love! Thanks for reading everyone! Have a great day!