Hey all! Sorry I took so long to update, I won't bother you with excuses. ;)

Meredith's small frame nearly did a summersault as the car pulled to an abrupt stop. She managed to push herself back into a sitting position and glanced out the tinted window. They must have found a gas station.

"You wait here, I'll be right back." TJ said as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

"Sure thing, man."

TJ got out of the car, slamming the door shut behind him. Meredith flinched at the sudden noise. Her nerves were on high alert.

The wounded kid, who hadn't said a word, all of the sudden began to cry.

Meredith's eyes widened. It suddenly didn't matter if she had been pushed into a car at knifepoint. There was a child here, someone's kid; she needed to help him as best she could. So for whatever crazy reason, maybe it was a pre-maternal thing, she tried to comfort him. "Hey, you're going to be okay. Alright? I'm going to help you."

The boy nodded, sniffling. "Promise?"

She hesitated. "I promise."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the sound of a gunshot sliced through the silent night air. Meredith nearly jumped out of her skin as she twisted her head to find its source. Two seconds later, TJ threw open the door and jumped onto his seat, throwing the supplies in the back.

"Here." He muttered between gritted teeth as he put the keys into the ignition and sped away.

"What the hell happened?" Meredith demanded to know. "Did you kill someone?"

"Don't matter." TJ responded, accelerating.

"It doesn't matter?" Meredith repeated in disbelief. "You killed somebody! You didn't have to do that! You—"

"Shut up!" TJ shouted, his eyes looking at her through the review mirror. "Wes, deal with her."

Her abductor looked up, alarmed. "Man, I thought we weren't—"

"Forget about it. It doesn't matter now. She knows too much."

Meredith swallowed. She realized her slight chance of getting out of here alive had just gone down the drain the moment TJ fired that gun. She was going to die; there was no doubt about it. They wouldn't keep any witnesses.

'Wes' kicked the bag of supplies her way. "Here, we got what you need. Now help him."

She wanted to refuse. It was pointless. She was going to die anyways, why should she help? But somewhere inside of her she knew would not and could not let a boy die without trying to save him. She grabbed the plastic bag and dug through it, pulling out the disposable gloves, she slipped a pair on.

"Did you get everything?"

"Yeah, gloves, gauze, sewing kit, vodka, Advil, and bandages…" TJ listed off.

She nodded. "Good, good. Now, Wes, I'm going to need you to hold this flashlight up like this so I can see what I'm doing, okay?"

Wes took the light from her and did as he was told.

Meredith removed her soiled lab coat and quickly tried to soak up the blood with the gauze. The young man screamed in protest. She then opened the bottle of vodka and winced to herself. "I'm sorry, but this is really going to hurt… a lot."

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

"It's just about… there! Right there! Can you see it?"

Officer Beaumont leaned closer to the small TV screen and squinted his brown eyes, as thought it helped him to focus. "Can ya zoom it in a bit and enhance the image?"

"This is a hospital, we're not the FBI, we don't have that sort of equipment." Derek responded, annoyed. " But I think we have another angle we could look at so we can have a better view."

"Alrighty, let's take a look."

Derek nodded for the security guard to play the next video, this time the face of his wife could be seen clearly as a man led her towards the van, no doubt at gunpoint, and then ruthlessly pushed her inside and drove away. He had to turn away from the screen, it was hard enough watching them escape the first time; he didn't need to see that again.

"Is that a good enough shot for you?" Cristina's snarky voice asked as the clip finished playing.

The officer nodded. "Yes ma'am, the sooner you get that over to our department the better it is for your friend."

"We'll do that," Derek assured. "In the meantime, when—"

He was cut off by Officer Beaumont's radio, which spoke words that sounded more like a foreign language.

"I'm sorry," the cop apologized. "I'll be right back."

As soon as he left Cristina looked at Derek. "Derek, come on, we should be out there looking for her. Between us and the cops we'll have a better—"

"Really? You think we can find one van amongst hundreds of thousands? This is Seattle, Cristina, not some small town in Oklahoma. Our best bet is to wait until the cops know something. We're no help to Meredith driving around wasting valuable time!"

Cristina seemed taken back at first, but then she nodded understandingly. "Okay."

"Excuse me sir, are you Doctor Shepherd?"

Derek turned around to face a young cop, who looked no older than a teenager. "Yes, I am. Why? Where's officer Beaumont? What's going on? Did you find my wife?"

The officer twitched and looked around the room. "Um, not exactly. Maybe… possibly… we're not entirely sure, actually."

"What do you mean?" Derek demanded, agitated. Feeling the need to throw his hands over this rookie cop's neck.

"There was a robbery at a gas station," the young man began. "We think the abduction and the kidnapping—I mean the robbery—are related somehow. That partial license plate you gave us matched a plate that the store owner gave us before he…"

"Before he what?" Derek asked, panicked. "Did they kill him?"

The cop nodded. "He was shot."

Cristina gasped, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Oh my God!" Derek ran his fingers through his hair as the idea of his wife being in the hands of murderers with guns made him sick to his stomach.

"Technically this is an open case so I shouldn't have told you as much as I did, but, I thought if I were in your shoes I'd want to know." He gave them a slight smile, as though he had done them some grand favor.

"What are you guys doing about that?"

"We have the whole city on alert, don't worry. This is the best thing that could have happened. Every cop is out there looking for these guys, there's no way they'll get away with it."

Derek was sickened yet again by how amused the man seemed to be. "You'll let me know as soon as you know anything else, right?"

The kid smiled and nodded. "Sure thing, doc."

And that's all for now. Catch ya next time. :)