"Morning Richard." Derek greeted the chief, standing next to him looking at the board.

"That's one quiet board." The neurosurgeon noticed.

"That can only mean one thing." The Chief answered.

"We're going to need juju today." Addison joined the two men and gave them both a cup of juju.

"What's juju?" Preston Burke joined the other attendings.

"Do I smell juju?" Mark Sloan interrupted, not allowing anyone to answer Burke's question. "What's the big drama?" Looking at the board, he got his answer.

"We'll hear soon enough, I guess." Addison answered, handing Preston and Mark their juju before throwing the cup holder in the garbage and taking a sip from her own.

"Is this chocolate milk?" Preston was confused.

"It's juju, brings good luck and we're going to need it, 'cause it's a quiet board." Derek explained.

"You people are insane. The whole quiet board thing is just a superst…" He was interrupted by Miranda Bailey.

"There was a bomb attack at an Obama campaign rally…"

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"Oh Shit." Cristina looked around her. This was horrible. She wasn't even excited about the surgeries. She didn't have much time to take the scene in, people needed to be saved.

"Come on people! You've been trained for this; you know what to do, go save lives!" Miranda Bailey yelled at her interns, who started moving.

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"So we just wait?" Callie asked Addison, as they were standing in front of the ER.

"We wait." Addison nodded and looked at the other doctors. Waiting powerless for the first ambulances to arrive. The silence was eerie and the storm was about to arrive.

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Izzie looked at Alex, who was desperately performing CPR on an elderly man. "He's dead, Alex." She said softly, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"No! Damn it! He was talking a moment ago, he's going to survive this."

"Alex."

The intern closed his eyes for a split second. He really thought he would be able to this man. There was no time, Izzie was right. Both interns ran off again in different directions.

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"Jane Doe, multiple…"

"Helena Franklin, 42 broke her ribs when the stage fell on her,…"

"Jack Franks, 54, third degree burns…."

The noise was horrid. Patients being brought in, people frantically searching family members, machines…

"Time of death, 5:45." Callie Torres sighed as she closed the eyes of the woman. Without thinking, she ran back to the entrance, where people where still being brought in.

"I need some help here!" Miranda Bailey yelled as she ran into the ER, next to the bed.

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"Excuse me! Can I get your attention please?"

The crowd turned to look at Alex Karev, who was putting polaroids on two boards in the clinic, where the families of the people are gathered.

"The photos on this board are fatalities. I know it's difficult but please try to ID who you can. The photos on this board are people admitted. "

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"Please, save my baby." The woman had pleaded Addison before she was sedated.

Addison looked at the child. "He's a fighter, O'Malley." She told the intern standing next to her. It still amazed her, how something so small could be fighting for his life. The child started crying and Addison smiled. At least miracles weren't out of the world yet. She looked over at the table, where Miranda Bailey was desperately trying to save the mother.

"We're losing her!" Addison sighed, that were not the words she was hoping for. "C'mon, Marie, don't leave that beautiful baby boy, he needs you." Addison could hear Miranda tell the patient as she took the paddles.

"Charge to 200. Clear"

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"Will she be okay?" Meredith asked Derek Shepherd, while they washed their hands.

"Yeah, she'll be fine." He sighed. "She will."

"How old do you think she is?" Meredith had found the young woman on the scene, blood streaming out of her head and burn wounds all over her body. The girl was pretty, you could see that even through her bruised face. Luckily her face had been spared from serious burn wounds.

"Can't be older than 24, probably fresh out of college." Derek couldn't understand why anyone would do such a thing, kill so many innocent people for having different ideas. "She looks very familiar to me, but I can't place her."

"I guess someone will identify her soon, right?"

Derek shrugged. "I hope so, Dr Grey."

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Addison looked at the pictures on the board. Her Jane Doe still hadn't been identified and it was getting late. The hospital was becoming normal again and most people had been identified. The others would probably come.

She looked around her. Devastation, unbelief, you could see all their shattered hopes and dreams in their eyes. She hardly even noticed Alex Karev coming in.

"It's not over yet." He said, not really to anyone in particular.

Silently, Addison watched the intern take a picture from the wounded and hang it with the fatalities.

And then she recognized a face on another picture. The face of someone who would've been there. A tear escaped her eye. "Karev?" She pulled the picture of the board.

"Dr Shepherd?"

"Where can I find her?" She showed the picture to him.

Alex looked on his list, which figured numbers of all the pictures and where the patient was when he'd taken it. "She had serious head trauma and…"

But she was already gone.

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"Derek?"

Derek Shepherd looked up from the MRI he was studying. He knew that tone of voice, that Addison look.

"I'll be right back." He told the technician as he took his wife outside. "What's wrong?"

Addison showed him the picture. "Is she all right?"

"Yes, she'll make a full recovery."

"Thank God." Derek took his wife in his arms, comforting her, though he wasn't quite sure what this was all about.

"I need to call her." She said, as if she'd suddenly gotten an epiphany.

"Call who?" Derek was confused. So, he did indeed know the girl. He looked at the picture again. "Who is this girl, Addison?" And while saying it, he recognized the eyes.

"I need to call her." Addison said again. Derek let go and watch her walk towards the nurses desk to make the phone call.

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A/N: So, I don't write medical scenes… I put the putsch in motion for my crossover in the last chapter, our special guest is coming to Seattle in the next chapter. If you don't know who it is yet, you either have been paying no attention at all, or you just don't watch the other show. Anyways, hope you've enjoyed this and I will try to update soon enough (don't you guys just love my exams :p)

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