Izzie Stevens (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} cricket_) wrote,@ 2012-09-19 19:09:00 |
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Izzie pulled herself slowly to her feet. She was still in her jeans, sweater and jacket from when she'd gotten on the flight. She looked around carefully. The apartment was fully furnished, and from the looks of things hadn't been lived in recently.
Oh, GOD, she hoped it hadn't been lived in recently.
She looked around again, this time noticing her duffel sitting by the couch. She walked over to it, dragging the bag towards her, searching for her cell phone in what she was quickly discovering was a vain effort to find SOMEONE to figure out where the hell she was.
This was BAD. If it was really night, the way it looked outside, then she'd MISSED her first day on the job. Not only missed, but she was willing to bet hadn't even called them and let them know she wasn't going to be there. For. . .whatever reason it was that she wasn't there.
"Okay," she said softly to herself. "Stay calm."
Maybe she HAD called in. Maybe she'd contacted someone and told them. . .what? That her flight had been delayed and she'd gotten laid over in -- she looked out the nearby window. What was that? New York?
It was definitely NOT Philadelphia. As far as she knew, there hadn't even been a stop in New York.
She started to walk towards the bathroom to see if she could find any kind of clue as to who lived in this place when she heard the distinct sound of a cell phone chiming.
Not HER phone. Izzie walked over to the kitchen counter and picked up the mobile sitting there. Definitely not HER phone.
She pushed the button on the phone, bringing up some kind of. . .network board.
She was about to put it back down when a certain image on the screen caught her eye.
"Mer?"
Oh, thank God. Maybe she wasn't alone after all.