Lexie hated this, she hated that these documentary guys were here to film them. Couldn't the hospital have any peace and quiet? They were all over the news for months and now here's a film crew excepting them to answer every little question. Well maybe she wasn't ready to answer these questions yet. Sighing she closed the chart she had been reading just as a camera man approached her. Turning around she leans against the nurses station, bracing herself for whatever questions that pop out at her. They would probably ask about the fact that she had been checked into psych. She could read the headlines now. Crazy doctor at Seattle Grace!

"Lexie Grey, Right?" He asks. Lexie nods her head not bothering to say a word. "Can you till us a little about what you were feeling that day? We heard you and Dr. Mark Sloane had to operate on one of your own?"

She froze. Why did they have to bring up Mark? She thought she was going to do ok until they brought him into it. "Uh yea, We uh- we found Alex, Dr. Karev in a elevator he was shot."

"Is it true that the gun man wanted you?"

That day came flooding back to her mind like it was just yesterday. The gun being pointed at her. The sound of a gun going off. Thinking it had been her that was shot. She remembered waiting, waiting for the pain to come. Then she realized she wasn't shot she was actually ok. So she got up and ran. She ran as fast as she could.

"Dr. Grey?" The reporter asked

Lexie shook her head realizing she had been day dreaming. "I'm sorry what did you ask?"

Mark watched as they interviewed her. He saw the pain in her eyes that came with every question. These guys were coming in and asking questions that some of us where just not ready to answer. Sure it had been six months, half a year but it was still to early. People were still in mourning, people were still scared. Lexie being one of those people. He had to stay here and watch her interview. Incase something went wrong, Lexie might need him. Pretending to copy stuff down in a chart he would peak over and listen in on what they were saying.

"We asked if it was true that the gunman was after you."

"Oh right." She said nodding her head. "He uh, he-" She felt like the world was closing in on her. She couldn't do this, not right now, maybe never. "I uh I got to go." She told the reports as she turned around and ran down the hall.

Watching her leave the reporters he dropped his chart and ran after her. She needed him, now more then ever. Opening the nearest on call room he found her dry heaving into a trash can. Her breathing heavy and tears streaming down her face. She was having a panic attack. Walking over to her he stood behind her wrapping his arms around her.

"Lexie, breathe." He told her gently, guiding her to sit on the floor.

"I. Can't" She replied gasping for air.

"Lex. Look at me." Placing his hands softly on each side of her face, he began to breath in and out. "Do it with me. Breathe in." He told her as he inhaled, Lexie did as she was told. "Now exhale. Good just take deep breathes." Soon the gasping for air had subsided and the only sounds were her deep breathes and sobs. He didn't talk, he just held her tight and let her cry.

In hour later Mark was holding her as she slept curled up in his embrace. Sighing as his pager went off for the second time he threw it across the floor. The hospital could wait, no way was he going to leave a broken Lexie like this. She was broken and she needed him to put her back together. She had tear stained cheeks and her face was red from crying so much. He watched the rise and fall of her chest and how peaceful she looked asleep, even though he new otherwise.

"Maybe I should talk to someone." He hears her say.

"I thought you were asleep."

"I was, I woke up." She told him turning around to face him. "Maybe I am crazy, maybe I should see some shrink or something." She tells him with a sigh.

"Your not crazy Lex. People go and see counselors all the time."

"So you think I should go?"

"I think it might help. To talk to someone I mean." He pulls her close and rest his head on her shoulder, wrapping his arms tighter. "It doesn't have to be professional. You can talk to me you know that right Lex?"

"Yeah I know that." Lexie turns around so she's looking right at him. "Thanks for finding me today Mark."

"I'll always find you Lex." He replied softly as he kissed the top of her head.