hey guys, thanks a lot for your reviews they made me write a longer chapter! I actually planned on uploading by yesterday but i had no time for it... so i thought i upload this chap now as i anyway cannot sleep (you know here in Germany it's 1:41 am...)!

Hope you guys like it it's most Addison and Mark (i just love them both...3) it didn't take me too long to write this chap and upload it hopefully?! So i don't know when i upload chap 15 as it's not all written and i guess you guys wouldn't like a chap that consists of about 500 words when there could be much more! But now have fun reading!! Oh and review!! Cause it's make me happy!!
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Chapter 14: Relief

"So how long is your daughter already missing?" an officer asked Addison who sat on her couch.

She and Mark had driven home after looking for Kayla for about 6 hours. The police had told them they should drive home when they had called but Addison had insisted to try on. So they had driven around for another one and a half hour until they finally got home where an officer immediately arrived to ask them questions about Kayla. Now it was already 5 am and there was still no sign of Kayla. Addison went crazy; she didn't know where the hell her daughter was and had to sit at home because the police told her she couldn't do anything. Well inside of her she knew the officers were right but that was still her daughter that was missing and a mother couldn't just be patient and hope that her daughter will be found anytime soon!

"I've told you about 5 times now, Kayla is missing for almost 7 hours now!" she told the officer again while resting in Marks arms.

"Good, I just need to know!" the officer said and turned around pulling out his phone.

"Yes it's me Michael! The victim is missing for 7 hours now!" he told his colleague on the phone.

In Addison's head sounded the alarm, what did this damn officer just called her daughter? A victim?

"What the hell are you thinking, it's Kayla you're talking about, it's my daughter and not any victim, she has a name! So don't you ever dare calling her victim again!" she yelled furious.

"Addie… Addie, it's okay this man is just doing his work!" Mark tried to calm her.

He was also sick of fear but I couldn't show it, besides he didn't want to. He had to be strong to comfort Addison, to tell her everything will be alright and Kayla will come home soon. He couldn't break down even if he was as scared as Addison because Kayla was something like a niece to him. She was a part of his family just like her parents were, he couldn't deal with his family being in danger, and he couldn't deal with loosing even one of them.

Addison leaned against his chest and sobbed. She was shattered; this was just too much for her to take in. She knew something was wrong with Kayla, she just felt it, she was her mother she had to feel it right? The tears fall down into his lap as he hold her tight, she should feel that she wasn't alone, that there was someone who would be there for her no matter how this would turn out! They sat there in silence for some moments, just feeling the strong bond between the both of them. He just knew what she needed without her saying a word and was there for her, that was the thing about Mark she could never forget, he made her feel better just with his presence.

Kayla slowly woke up, she felt numb. Everything hurt, especially her abdomen she curled her body in the fetal position and clasped her body as if she was afraid it would break in the middle. She opened her eyes and tried to get up. The guys weren't in sight anymore.

She slowly kneeled her arms still clasped her body. She was too weak and fell down again, with her head right into a warm liquid; she looked what it was and immediately regretted it. It nauseated her, the blood in which she had fallen evoke the strong need to vomit. She tried to hold it down but soon the need prevailed, she started to puke. Afterwards she felt weaker than before, she sank down in exhaustion.

At any time she heard voices but couldn't relate them, the only thing she knew was that it weren't the voices of the guys. She was too weak to open the eyes again so she couldn't attract attention to herself. But maybe they had noticed her lying there… she became unconscious again.

Although the fear of not knowing where Kayla was and losing her was quite big Addison drifted off at some time. She was exhausted and her body took what he needed even if her mind tried to fight it. Mark still held her in his arms, he hadn't slept the whole time, he just sat there watching the love of his life sleeping while the sun rose outside. She looked so beautiful, in fact full of cares but that didn't make her seem less gorgeous in his opinion. He softly stroked her cheek without waking her. It had been a long night for both of them and his only wish was that the police would find Kayla soon. It was already 9 am when suddenly Addison's mobile phone started to ring, but Addison didn't wake up. So Mark got it from the table in front of him and looked at the caller ID, it said Callie.

"Callie?!" Mark asked when he answered the phone.

"Mark?!" she was surprised.

"Why are you calling?"

"Ehrr… actually I dialed Addisons number… so wait, you're with her?"

"Seems like I am…"

"Please don't tell me you played on the situation with Kayla!"

"What? Who do you think I am?!"

"Mark Sloan, the guy who never skips a chance to get into someone's pants!"

"Callie, of course I have not! Do you think I would have been able to do something like that?!"

"Well… not really but you surprises me again and again!"

"I am as scared as Addison, but wait... about what are you talking? What do you know happened to Kayla?!" did she already knew that Kayla was missing?

"Ehhr… that she got pregnant?!" no she didn't.

"Oh… so you don't know that she ran away after a fight with Addie?"

"No… What?! Oh god, did you find her?"

"No, the police is still looking for her…"

"That's not good… oh I wish I could help Addie… wait, I've got an idea… I'll come to LA, the chief will understand… and oh someone should attend Derek when he comes…" she was shocked and felt as helpless as Mark had felt the whole last night while searching Kayla in LA with Addison.

"Derek wants to come?"

"Yes, he mentioned something like that that morning…"

"Okay…"

"So is Addie there? Can you give the phone to her please?"

"Ehrr… she's asleep finally… I don't want to wake her…"

"Oh okay, then we'll see us when I'm coming, bye!"

It wasn't long after he had hung up that Addison woke up, she was yanked out of a nightmare. In her dream the police had found Kayla, dead. She cried into Mark's shirt until it had been soaked through.

"She was dead… I saw her she looked like one of those corpses on CSI Miami… it was…" she sobbed.

"Shhh… it's okay, she isn't dead… she is just not here… shhh everything will be alright…" he comforted her.

"But… but what if it's not going to be alright? What if they don't find her? What if they find her and… and she's…" she couldn't finish the sentence, only the thought of it was like skydiving without parachute.

"No! You have been dreaming, it won't come truth!" he tried to explain her but it was as if he talked to a statue, Addison didn't show any emotions suddenly. She was in her own little world that was the hell right now. She imagined how she would react when the police come to tell her that they were really sorry but Kayla was dead. Would she start crying? Would she want to die herself? Would she even be able to think or feel anything or would she be in such a shock that anything like that was unthinkable?

Then her thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of her phone. Would the police maybe just call her to tell her that they found Kayla's dead body? She panicked, her breathing became faster and faster, she started hyperventilating. Mark turned her around so she looked straight into his eyes.

"The police wouldn't call if there are bad news, not even they would do such a thing!" he said to calm her down and bolster her. She just managed to nod and waited for Mark to answer the phone.

He got up and took it but before answering it he gave Addison a last encouraging smile.

"Hello?" Mark asked.

"Hello, it's St Ambrose Hospital. With whom am I talking?" Charlotte asked

"Mark Sloan, a friend of Addison…" hopefully this Woman didn't call because she needed Addie's professional help, because that was something she wouldn't be able to do right now.

"So is Dr. Montgomery there to speak with?" she asked inpatient.

"Well… you know she doesn't feel well her daughter…" Mark tried to get rid of her but what she said next let him froze.

"That's why I'm calling!"

"Oh… wait I hand the phone to her!" he walked to Addison who looked scared.

"No Mark, I can't do this! Talk you to them!" she said, her voice shaking.

"But Addie, it's the Hospital! Not the police!" Addison froze. That was even worse, if it was the hospital it could mean Kayla had died. Charlotte was one of those persons who would tell the family of a patient also on the phone that they couldn't have helped.

"I'm sorry but she refused to talk to you!" he finally said to Charlotte

"Well then, come here I need to talk to her, it's important!" she said forcefully.

"Is… Is Kayla…" he didn't want to even think about it but he had to ask. Besides he knew Addison wouldn't go to the hospital until she knew she wouldn't have to identify her dead daughter.

"Are you her father?" There were no emotions in Charlottes voice.

"No… but some kind of uncle I think…"

"Well I'm rather not allowed to inform you about her state of health but since Montgomery doesn't talk to me I can tell you she's alive!"

Mark breathed a sigh of relief and nodded smiling at Addie who immediately busted into tears. There were no expressions that could describe what she felt at the moment, relief, joy, but also fear. What had happened to her that made her being admitted into hospital.

"Come on Addie let's go you're daughter needs you!" he smiled. Every little thing he had told her that night had become truth, Kayla was alright, she lived!

"Yes! But… Mark I'm scared… why is she in the hospital? What has happen to her?" Addison was a bit relieved at the fact knowing Kayla still live but she was also really concerned.

"Maybe she is a bit under cooled, in the end she spent the entire night outside…" he guessed.

"Mark, we're in LA, here it isn't that cold at night especially not in summer!" she clarified.

"Whatever, we'll see when we arrive at St Ambrose, I'm sure it isn't something too bad!" He said and opened the front door.

Both, Addison and Mark got into her car, this time she didn't try to get into the driver seat, because she knew Mark would let her in no way drive right now. He drove out the driveway and onto the road. He never had been to St Ambrose before so he didn't know the way, to rely on Addison to show him the way was also not an option, because she was too busy with biting her lower lip. Thank god the way was signposted! Mark hadn't just stopped the car in the parking lot at the hospital yet when the red haired women next to him tore the door open and jumped out of the car.

Running across the street to the hospital entrance she barely noticed the honking cars that had to slam on the brakes to not run her over. Mark was straight behind her when she entered the hospital. Charlotte already stood there waiting for them impatiently.

"There you finally are! You didn't seem to hurry, did you?" she seemed to be really pissed off.

"Where is she? Is she alright?" at any other time Addison would have said something to her comment but now the only thing she could think of was her daughter.

Charlotte guided Addison and Mark through the hospital while telling them about Kayla's injuries.

"Well did anyone ever told you that she's so your daughter Montgomery?! She can be really scary when she doesn't get what she wants! She demanded to see you before we do anything. Although we explained several times to her that she has to have a surgery right now and that there isn't much time to wait!"

"Wait, she needs surgery?!" Addison exclaimed holding fast to Charlottes arm.

"Yeah…"

"What had happen to her? Is it serious?" Addison slightly panicked.

"You know she lost a lot of blood… we had to give her some blood transfusions…" the tone in which the blonde doctor said that Kayla had lost a lot of blood and the fact that she didn't make eye contact let Addison assume what she was talking about. Her legs backed down and she fell onto the floor, sobbing.

"Addie… what's wrong? What did I miss?!" Mark looked irritated; he still didn't get what Charlotte was referring to when she talked about the loss of blood.

"The baby…" she said between her sobs. Not that she had wanted this grandchild, no not at all, but to hear Kayla had a miscarriage and she hadn't been there was unbearable for her. She didn't even know if Kayla had wanted the baby… if not she wouldn't be too sad but then there would still be the pain of going through the process of a miscarriage all alone. But what when she had wanted to keep the baby? Addison didn't even want to imagine what her daughter would feel right now when she lost the child she had wanted.

"Well I don't want to interrupt you're desperate crying but I need to get your daughter into surgery and it's a pity but she won't let me take her in until you haven't talked to her!" the chief of staff didn't really show it if she commiserate with Addison.

Mark whose eyes had become wider and wider as he had heard the two words came out of Addison's mouth, glared at the blonde but didn't say anything because Addison began to nod and stood up to go to Kayla's room. Wiping the tears away she asked Charlotte if Kayla knew about the baby and got as answer a simple "Yes". They walked along the corridor until they stood in front of a room. Through the pane Addison could see her daughter, Kayla lay in the bed her eyes closed and grimacing in pain. It hurt to see her like this.

"Didn't you give her something for the pain?" she asked dumbfounded.

"Well we tried to give her some morphine after she woke up but she refused to, she always yelled something about a damn needle…" Charlotte said.

"But you had to put an IV for the blood transfusion…"

"Yeah we did when she was unconscious but as soon as she woke up and saw it she panicked and pulled it out…" she explained.

That was Kayla, even when she didn't feel the needle she panicked. But Addison never had thought she would be able to pull it out in a situation like this. She stood just there for a minutes without being interrupted by Charlotte who of course had want to but had noticed the glare of Mark when she had opened her mouth to say something.

"Addie, go in there, she need you!" he whispered hugging her after a few more minutes.

Addison took a deep breath. What should she say to her? Should she bring up the miscarriage? Should she hug her, after all she had run away because of her… Addison just didn't know how to behave when facing her daughter. Would she still be mad at her because of this stupid comment about her friends? Would Addison be able to hold back tears when she sees the pain in her eyes? The pain of losing a child… the pain of being alone during it… She felt totally helpless, she was a surgeon normally she always knew what to do, how to fix it… but when it comes to her own life, to her own daughter she was as helpless as any of her patients.