This is yet another new fic; I really hope you enjoy it.
It's Izzie centric and set after season four...
ENJOY!!
Izzie paced through the halls of Seattle Grace as quickly as her feet would carry her that day; she was extremely over tired as her shift reached twenty hours and anyone who came in her way right then would have been toast…
"Izzie!"
"What?" she said furiously as she whipped around on her feet and faced George who looked stunned.
He frowned.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Well, I have been at this hell hole for let me see…" she checked her watch briefly. "Oh, twenty hours and my interns are morons!"
George took a couple of steps back as the words flung at him like bullets; he held his hands up in defence.
"Okay, I get it Iz…" he said. "But I came to find you because I thought I'd give you the heads up on the fact that Bailey is looking for you…"
Izzie groaned loudly and buried her head in her hands.
"Seriously?" she cried. "Oh come on, this is all I need right now…I swear she has a radar that circulates the hospital walls…or it must be the fact that she hides behind doors and waits for us to be down and out…"
George tried his best to clear his throat warningly and made indicative hand gestures to the person standing behind Izzie.
"I do not hide in doorways…I stand in them…and while you think that it is my intentions to torture you…it is my job!" came Bailey's voice.
Izzie whipped around.
"And also…I don't care that you are in a bad mood Stevens, Dr. Shepherd needs a resident on a neuro case that has just come into the pit…" she explained with a frustrated voice. "So get it together…"
"Okay…" Izzie said with a nod.
Her cell phone rang.
"Stevens!" Bailey said abruptly. "I'm sorry, is this social hour? Are there more important things than your job right now?"
Izzie groaned and ignored it.
Throughout the course of the next few hours when Izzie was following up the neuro case her phone rang around about six or seven times; however, when she went to return it, it came back as a blocked number.
Finishing up her shift, Izzie never felt more relieved; she was so tired and eyeing her watch she realised that she'd been at the hospital for almost thirty hours; actually it was twenty nine hours and thirty eight minutes…but hey, who was counting?
She met Meredith and Alex in the foyer as she exited the hospital and looked at them with a tired and exhausted look that really indicated how long she'd been working.
"Wow Iz…you know I don't mean to be rude or anything…" Alex started.
"Surprise, surprise…" Meredith commented.
"But…you give night of the living dead a whole new meaning…and really that doesn't even seem to cover it…" Alex said as he looked at the dark circles that were completely apparent against her creamy complexion.
"Shut up!" Izzie snapped back.
Meredith smiled sympathetically as they got to the car.
"How long have you been here Iz?" she asked.
Izzie yawned and shook her head to brush away the tiredness.
"Oh…about twenty nine hours…" she replied as she took a lazy glance at her wristwatch once more.
Meredith sighed heavily and looked at her very tired friend.
"Iz…" she said softly. "You should have said something to Bailey or the chief…I mean thirty hours is a long time to be on your feet…as a surgeon in particular…if you keep going like this, you're going to make mistakes or burn out or something…"
Izzie shrugged.
"I'm going home to sleep now Meredith…I'll be fine tomorrow…" she told her concerned friend. "And besides, Bailey wouldn't care, she's pretty hell bent on making my life miserable lately…"
When they pulled up to the house, Izzie mustered all her energy to climb out of the car and make the, what seemed long, trek to the front porch. As they reached it, Izzie stumbled slightly up the stairs.
"Whoa…" Meredith took a quick and reflexive grip on her friend's arms and glanced at her worriedly. "You need to go straight to bed…"
Izzie nodded with an exhausted gaze.
Wandering up the stairs sleepily, she thought back to the incessant phone calls she'd been receiving all day; almost in sync with her thoughts, however, her phone began to ring once more.
"Hello?"
"Dr. Stevens?" came an unfamiliar male voice.
"Yes,"
"Dr. Stevens, my name is Constable Mark Jefferson, I'm calling on behalf of the Columbia Police Department from Columbia Presbyterian Hospital…"
Izzie frowned.
"Um…can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm calling about Hannah Stone…"
Izzie froze and went silent for a moment on the other end of the line; her thoughts colliding with her mouth and for a moment she was inaudible.
"Dr. Stevens, I understand that you are in fact Hannah's birth mother and gave her up for adoption twelve years ago?"
"Y-yes…"
"Dr. Stevens, Hannah's adoptive parents were both killed in a car accident yesterday…" Jefferson said grimly.
Izzie gasped.
"As far as we are aware, Hannah does not have any immediate family, any carers in Columbia at this present time…there was no will, except for the adoption papers that were at the house…she is currently in the care of the state…"
"An orphanage?"
"Yes, we call them group homes now…unless…" Jefferson's once strong and manly voice trailed at the end of the statement and Izzie knew exactly what he was implying.
"Unless I take custody?" she cried.
"As Hannah's birth mother, Dr. Stevens, you do have every entitlement over any will or state law…and you are the closest family member…" Jefferson explained.
"But…I mean…I…I am a surgeon…" Izzie said.
"Dr. Stevens, I understand that, believe me, I have a high powered career just like yourself but I have to alert you to the fact that she will indeed go back into the foster care system…" he continued. "And at her age…well the trauma and…you know how the state works…"
Izzie felt a wave of tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried her best to make sense of this situation…
"Dr. Stevens?"
"I'm here…" Izzie said quickly as she brushed the tears away from her cheeks and tried her best to remain clam. "It's just…how would I get her?"
"Dr Stevens, if you take responsibility for Hannah, we have the means to transport her on the next flight out to Seattle…" Jefferson replied.
"When will that be?" Izzie asked.
"Tomorrow morning at nine thirty…"
"That soon?"
"We all agree that the best thing for Hannah right now is to transport her immediately…she shouldn't be left alone…" Jefferson said. "As there is not family, we are not sure if there will be a funeral, however, we will transport you both here next week if one is scheduled."
"Okay…" Izzie replied.
"Thank you Dr. Stevens, I really appreciate this…" Jefferson said. "I mean, I understand that this has come as a shock but…"
"She is my daughter…" Izzie said.
With that, she ended the conversation and hung up the phone; for a moment she stopped to pause about her decision…tomorrow was going to change the rest of her life.
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