~ Beautiful Disaster ~ Chapter 10

AN: This is the first, kind of intro part to a two part chapter. I say two part because originally it was an uber-long chapter that I decided to split up. So, definite cliff hanger and all that. It just kind of introduces a situation that will be dealt with in the next one.

You don't actually have to read this, btw. I just say random things in here. But anyway, my cousins and I had a Grey's marathon and then a lovely discussion/fight about who is the best character. Me and one of my cousins said Addison (duh), one said Izzie, one said Meredith (WTF, I know. She's crazy), one said Cristina, and one said all of them. It was very interesting.

Hmm, I don't think I feel like writing a disclaimer today. You've heard (or read) it all before.

The weeks passed and soon Addison was eight weeks pregnant. She went into Seattle Grace early one morning to do an ultrasound. She had decided to do it herself. Callie and Miranda were in surgery, Izzie wasn't there yet, and she was not about to ask the Chief or George O'Malley to do her ultrasound.

She got the machines ready and squirted the cold gel onto her own stomach. She already knew her due date, since she knew the exact date of conception. It was in May, but Addison knew that if she was having multiples it would probably end up being sometime in April.

Knowing exactly how old her baby was made Addison aware that she was unusually large for eight weeks into her pregnancy. She remembered what Miranda had said about multiples but was scared of finding out. Twins would be wonderful, but one baby was hard enough. She refused to even consider that she was carrying more than twins.

She moved the wand until her uterus was in sight. Inside, her trained eye could make out two eight week old fetuses. She found only one placenta, and the fetuses shared a single amniotic sac, meaning that they were identical. She could not determine the sexes, yet, but it was nice to know as much as possible.

Doubled up over her own belly, tears pouring down her cheeks as she made out the heartbeats, Addison didn't notice Callie gently letting herself in.

"Addison." Addison didn't turn; she just stared at the screen. Callie gently took the want from her hand. She printed out a picture of the babies and then turned the machine off. She gently wiped the gel off of Addison's stomach and then pulled her up. "Addison, it's gonna be okay. I promise."

Addison managed a nod, and put her hand over her stomach, which now had a very slight curve. Her babies were growing in there. Her twins.

"Well, now there's going to be a competition for cutest kid ever born." Callie said with a smile. "Your kids will be battling it out."

Addison finally smiled. "I wonder whether they're boys or girls."

"Well," Callie said, "in about two months, you might be able to find out. So your OB is in New York?"

"Yeah, I'm going to ask Derek's sister Nancy. I know it sounds weird, and awkward, but I've known her for a long time and I've delivered some of Derek's nieces and nephews, so it should be okay."

Callie had a skeptical look on her face. "I don't know whether to hope these kids are Derek's or Mark's. I mean, it is Derek's sister, so maybe it would be less awkward if they were his kids. But you're divorced, so I don't know. Maybe it would be better if they were Mark's."

Addison shrugged. At that moment, both of their pager went off.

"Code Green?" Callie asked.

"Internal or external disaster. Huh. That doesn't tell us much, does it?" Addison mused. Her pager went off again, and she saw 911. "Baby Boy McVey. It's 911. I have to go."

"But Addison, what about the code? Addie, wait! Oh, shit." She had just gotten an evacuation code, and Addison didn't know.

Elsewhere in the hospital, events were moving fast. Callie could only hope that Addison was going to be all right, because soon she had much bigger problems. Within a few minutes, the whole hospital was in an uproar. Callie couldn't figure out what was going on, at first. Doctors were running around, nurses were screaming, and everyone was walking close to the walls and giving each other furtive looks.

Finally, Callie got the story from the Chief himself. A patient that morning had ODed just as they were getting him into surgery. It turned out there was some sort of gang or cult involved. Other members had snuck into the hospital and were vowing revenge. Derek told her and the Chief about a possible drug situation also.

The men had come in and fired a few shots, but didn't hit anybody. They claimed to be looking for the surgeons who had killed their leader. They disappeared into the crowded hospital, and no one knew where they had gone. The police had been called. But there had been a tense situation outside when the police were forced to face off with other gang members waiting outside.

It was unsafe to evacuate, so the evacuation code had been quickly canceled and all efforts were focused on finding the men. Richard called a meeting of all his surgeons. Only two were missing.

Richard's voice rang out, "According to my records, only OR three is in use." He stopped, swallowing. "These men are targeting surgeons, specifically. They are looking for the ORs because they have no other way to identify surgeons. Dr. Montgomery and Dr. Yang are operating on a three week old baby. They were partially informed of the situation and sent their team out, but both elected to stay and finish the procedure. Those men will find the OR soon if they haven't already. This is officially a hostage situation."

The talk started up at once.

"But . . . that man didn't even make it to surgery. And Addison and Cristina weren't even the ones operating on him, were they?" Alex asked.

"No," Izzie said fearfully. They all looked over at Mark, who was interrogating the police, tears in his eyes. "But I don't think they really care. They just want to terrify and kill people." Richard gently led Mark off to the side and spoke to the police himself.

"I have two surgeons in here, in danger, neither of whom was responsible for that man dying of a drug overdose! Our patients are in danger and cannot be evacuated. You need to find those men!" Richard told them.

"We understand. The entire hospital is being searched and secured."

"That's what you said a half hour ago! I don't think you do understand. Two members of my staff are stuck in there, at gunpoint, and they could be killed. And one of them happens to be pregnant. You need to do something!" he said, just barely keeping his voice down.

"We're doing everything we can."

Addison was bent low over the baby's lung. "More suction, Yang," she said calmly. She and Cristina were the only ones in the room. They had sent their team out but Cristina had decided to stay. Addison admired her for it. She had gotten the emergency and evacuation codes, but if she didn't operate, Baby McVey would die.

The doors to the OR slid open suddenly. Addison saw Cristina look up, but she kept her eyes on the patient. She was eerily calm, completely in control.

"Get your hands up and step away from the table! Now!" Addison heard several men rush into the room. She nodded at Cristina, who slowly backed away. "Did you not hear me?" one of the men asked Addison.

"I have to close up, or the baby will die." Addison was on the home stretch, the surgery was almost done. She carefully finished up the last few stitches and then wrapped the baby in a blanket and handed him to Cristina. "Please, let Dr. Yang go. She is only a first year resident. Let her leave with the baby. You'll still have me."

They considered it for a minute before the one in charge nodded. Addison gave Cristina a look and she left slowly, her scared eyes never leaving Addison's. Addison took off her gloves and allowed them to press a gun to her head. She didn't know why they needed her or what they were doing, but at least Cristina and the baby were safe. She resisted the urge to put her hand on her stomach where her own babies were.

"Get on the floor," the man told her, and Addison did. Her pager went off, and Addison recoiled in pain as one of them kicked her. She was relieved that they had gotten her shoulder instead of her stomach. "Turn it off," he hissed, and Addison fumbled with the pager until he took it and smashed it under his boot.

The men were all very unclean. Most of them looked like they'd been living on the street. They seemed to be part of a gang, but Addison couldn't figure out what they wanted.

Only hours had passed since she'd looked at her babies on an ultrasound screen, but it seemed like lifetimes. Several more hours passed on the cold OR floor. She was unsure what exactly was happening. She knew there was some sort of situation involving a gang, but it was unclear to her why they needed her or what they hoped to accomplish. She laid her head down on the floor and wrapped her arms around her stomach.