This chapter was everything, but easy.

2. Maybe I need you

Love will tell you, you are beautiful over and over again. But love is not perfect and will sometimes forget when you need to hear it most: "You are beautiful." Don't forget this. Maybe love stays, maybe love can't, maybe love shouldn't.

Terrified Cristina looks down where Lexie sunk to the floor. She is conscious but blood wets her scrub pants, she obviously got shot in the leg, which she holds gasping. Cristina is about to bend down to her when an alarmed part of her mind wondered: Shot? She got shot!? She turns around to where the shot came from and sees a rather relaxed Dr. Gordon non-chalantly holding a gun in his right hand.

Okay, keep cool, Cristina, you've been here before! Don't freak out!

"Um… she got shot." Are you stupid? He shot her! He probably knows that…hopefully. "She needs surgery." Creepy stares at her in disbelief for a moment and shakes his head.

"You're not going anywhere."

That's what I thought.

"Sit against that wall." With his gun he points at the wall opposite the door. "Both of you." Cristina looks down to Lexie who obviously isn't able to walk. "Now!" Creepy yells. Cristina reaches under Lexie's arms and drags her through the room positing her against the wall so she could sit upright. Lexie closes her eyes, leaning against the wall she presses her fingers onto her wound. Cristina glances up at Gordon to her relief she doesn't find him pointing his gun at her but walking up and down the room, fumbling with his pager. He then approaches them.

"Give me your cell phones and your pagers." He commands, she does what she is told to and helps Lexie. He takes them and puts them on a table on the opposite wall of the room. Cristina looks around searching for anything that would get her out of there but as Lexie lowly moans in pain she knows she just cannot leave her behind – wounded. Instead she takes off her own lab coat in order to bandage Lexie's leg with it. She tries to rip off some of the cloth, but it is very thick and she isn't strong enough. It always looks so freaking easy when they do it in those movies! Damn! Instead she bandages Lexie's leg with the whole coat.

After Owen scrubbed out he finds he was paged three more times: Once for another emergency in the ER, twice by Dr. Gordon. He doesn't pay much attention to the latter hurrying down to the ER.

He found most doctors of the hospital were already gathered there for three mountain climbers who were buried beneath an avalanche and are brought to the ER. He and Bailey take care over one but Owen thinks he could use some more help, he looks around and finds everyone busy.

"Aren't there any residents available?" He asked Bailey who also takes a look around.

"Yang is on my service today, can't see her anywhere. She might be available." She suggests but as she sees the look on Owen's face quickly adds: "Oh and I can't see Little Grey anywhere either – she's also on my service today." He is definitely not in the mood to face Cristina right now, so he decides to page Lexie. Looking at his pager he discovers he had again been paged by this Dr. Gordon. This is getting weird. He thought.

"So page Little Grey then." He commands and concentrates on the patient who has major frostbites on his extremities and a damaged rib cage. After a while Owen glances at his clock: He paged Lexie 20 minutes ago and she still hasn't shown up yet.

"Where's Grey? She should be here by now?"

"Little Grey?" Mark asks entering the trauma room to inspect the frostbites. "She is very dutiful, maybe she hasn't heard it. Page her again." He defends Lexie. Owen fumbled out his pager and discover he was paged three more times by this ominous Dr. Gordon.

"What the hell?" He mutters.

"Pardon?" Mark asks.

"I got paged for the umpteenth time by some Dr. Gordon who wants to meet me at pathology." He takes a look around and addresses an intern. "You, go down to pathology and find out what Gordon wants, come back and tell me." Grunting he pages Grey again. This really is a hell of a day.

Cristina bandaged Lexie's shot thigh as good as possible with her lab coat. Now – without her lab coat – she is freezing in this dark and cold pathology. Creepy sits halfway across the room facing them paying attention to every move they make, every now and then he pages someone. Cristina wonders how he came into possession of a pager. Does he work here? Suddenly there are noises outside the door. Creepy jumps up and approaches the door glancing back to where Lexie and Cristina sit every few seconds. Somebody pushes the handle and tries to open the door. Gordon unlocks the door.

"Hunt?" he shouts. Cristina raises her head. Hunt? Why would he want Owen to come down here? Creepy slightly opened the door.

"Dr. Hunt sends me…" Said whoever was out there and then he must have seen the gun in Gordon's hand because he can be heard gasping and saying confusedly: "Gun? You have a gun?" Gordon raises the gun and points it at whoever's out there. "D- don't!" Cristina hears him running away and then a shot.

"Damn!" Creepy says aloud. He opens the door and drags a not-so-alive intern in. Cristina was horrified. What was he up to? What were his intentions? Why did he want Owen to come down here? Silently Cristina hopes Owen was too busy to come.

"Didn't you say you paged Little Grey?" Sloan cautiously asks – he is aware of Owen's tense mood.

"I did, half an hour ago. And I did send this intern to find out what's going on in pathology half an hour ago. But nothing seems to work here anymore." Owen is steaming – this day almost everything goes wrong. He thinks about Cristina. He feels desperate thinking about her. Torn inside he doesn't know what he should do when he sees her next time. You never let me in, but what I feel matters. It should matter something to you. And maybe I need you. At least this mountain climber seems to survive.

"Miller, go down to pathology!" He addresses another intern. "And then get back immediately and tell me what's going on! If you see Grey anywhere on your way, tell her to come here at once!"

Creepy seems to get more desperate the longer they are down there. He just paces up and down the pathology. Lexie is now very pale and breathing heavily but there is nothing Cristina could do now that would help her.

Suddenly they once more hear someone approaching the door and knocking at it.

"Hunt?" Creepy asks again.

"N-no." someone says and then he audibly runs away. Creepy starts pacing again – cursing.

"Yang!" he suddenly addresses her.

"Yes?" She responds startled. Why does he know my name?

"Come here! Which pager is yours?" She gets up and makes her way to the table where he put the pagers while he holds the gun to her back.

"This one." She points at her pager.

"Go back." He commands and she slowly moves towards where she sat.

Ten minutes later the intern returns.

"Dr. Hunt!" He is completely out of breath. "Dr. Hunt there is blood on the floor!"

"Where?"

"In the corridor, there are traces of blood leading to pathology. But the door is closed and someone inside asked me if I was you. And as I ran away I met a nurse who swore she heard a shot some time ago." Owen looks at Mark and Bailey whose faces show an alarmed expression.

"Should I call a lockdown?" He wonders loudly. Mark nodded. Bailey just looks in the distance. He again takes out his pager to call a lockdown seeing he was paged again. His heart skips a beat reading he got paged by Cristina. The page says exactly the same like Dr. Gordon's page: 'Meet me at pathology! Now!'

"Dr. Sloan, call the police. I'll be back soon!" He needs to get out of here – his mind spinning around worrying about Cristina. He is mad at her, yes. He is hurt, yes. But whatever there is she needs to be safe. He decides to call her. He locks himself in a small closet and dials her number.

Cristina's thoughts are drifting off to Owen and their fight. It shouldn't be like that! We shouldn't be like that! We should've talked.

Suddenly her thoughts are interrupted by her ringing cell phone. Creepy jumps and runs to the table with the phones.

"Yang, come here. Now!" Cristina hurries to Creepy glancing on her cell she reads Owen's name on the screen.

"Take the call and put on the loudspeakers. Only say what I allow you to say."

Cristina does what she is told to do, while Creepy holds his gun to her head.

"Owen?"

"Cristina? Where are you?" His voice sounds worried and still she can hear this broken tone in it. She looks at Creepy for a assurance to answer, he nods.

"I'm at… pathology." She can't stop her voice from being shaky.

"At pathology? What's going on? An intern said there was blood and a shot? Who is with you?" She again looks at Gordon who points at himself and at Lexie.

"I'm here with… um Dr. Gordon and Lexie and an intern, I think he is dead. Lexie got shot." Lexie whimpers as an answer.

"The intern is dead? Lexie got shot? Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm alri-"

"Enough!" Creepy interrupts her. "Go back to your wall. Hunt, this is Dr. Gordon. If you want to see your wife alive one last time, come down here at once. And alone! I'm serious. I'll kill her if you won't." After Creepy finished there is silence. Cristina tries to make sense of all this, tries to connect those dots but she can't see what all this is about. He wants to kill me? He wants Owen to come down here? He wants Owen! I'm just the bait! She wonders if Owen still loves her or if he hates her now after this fight. Please don't hate me, Owen. I'm begging you! I hurt you and our love is hurt. But maybe I need you. But she knows him. He always had this savior complex. I'm just the bait! He wants him!

"Owen! Don't!" She shouts.

"Shut up!" Gordon yells back, he comes over and kicks her into her stomach. She screams.

"Cristina! I'll be right there." Cristina hears Owen saying and then he hangs up.

Owen stands frozen in his movement in a closet. He thinks about Cristina. Her voice sounded so shaky and scared. Gordon hurt her. She screamed. This bastard harmed his wife.

They fought and he was hurt, but still:

This is the woman I love, you shoot her, you touch her – then I will kill you!

Still. He would never let anyone do any harm to her. Before he knows what he's doing he's running down to pathology. Don't do anything stupid! A part of his mind tells him, but a big part only screams: CRISTINA! As he arrives at pathology he sees those traces of blood and wonders if it is Lexie's.

He knocks at the door.

"Gordon! It's me! I'm alone! We're going to have an exchange. I come in and you release the woman! Let them go!"

"Hunt!" A voice at the other side of the door says. "You're only one man, I give you one woman in exchange. That's all I can offer."

Owen sighs.

"Okay then, let her out!"

"You!" Gordon shouts. "Get up and go out!"

"I can't walk." Owen hears Lexie's weak voice. He looks around. Fortunately he spots a wheelchair a few feet away.

"Then crawl." Apparently it takes Lexie some time to crawl her way to the door but then Owen hears Gordon unlocking it. Lexie crawls out Gordon standing behind her, pointing his gun right at Owen. Owen helps Lexie into the wheelchair and then faces the gunman.

"Step in, Hunt." Owen cautiously follows the order and Gordon closes the door behind him. Owen's heart sinks as he sees Cristina. She seems so small and weak sitting there. Her eyes focus on him telling him she's scared. He feels the urge to run to her and hold her in his arms, protect her.

"Cristina" He whispers.

"Owen" She mouths.

Owen feels a gun points at his temple.

"Now make yourself comfortable and watch your wife die." Gordon contemptuously whispers into Owen's ear.