Chapter 5

No! The word screamed through Derek's head when he heard the gun shot, at the very same time he pushed his body forward to cover his wife's. She had seen the gun shifted to point at them. Aimed at herself or Derek, Addison couldn't be sure, but she knew she couldn't let Derek get hurt. She started to stand up, about to fling herself at her husband to push him out of the way. The next thing she knew, a searing pain hit her at the side of her head, she saw a white flash, and everything turned black.

Derek felt their body connect, his weight pushing them to the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut, his breathe was held in his lungs as he prayed to every possible God in the world that Addison did not get hit. He stayed on top of Addison, not moving away. He was pretty sure that he had not been hit, but he could not say the same for his wife. The moment for him was silent, not even the screams from the staff behind him was heard by him when the gun went off.

But the focus of the staff was switched from Addison and him towards the opening door. A girl poked her head in. Derek looked up, the pressure of his body lifted up from his wife for a moment, his gaze immediately turning to Martin, who too, had his attention brought to the door. Get out, get out! he yelled mentally.

Dr. Izzie Stevens heard the gunshot and immediately began freaking out. She had to do something, so she decided to use one of Chief Webber's phones to dial 911. Please tell me they are all ok. Please don't let anything bad happen to them because I tried to manage the hospital before calling 911. I don't want it to be my fault. "Yes, I'd like to report an emergency right now." She tried to take deep breaths between every word but in reality, she was just barely looking like she was half-way calm.

"The fire department has already been dispatched to the area, Mam, but they are stuck behind a traffic accident. They'll be there in a few minutes. You have vacated all medical equipment from the area of the fire right?" The dispatcher's voice enquired.

Izzie pounded on the desk and raised her voice. "We are in the middle of a hostage situation and you expect me to tolerate you sending the fire department? And you want me to go into a room with who knows how many crazy people and get out the medical equipment? No you don't care about the people but the equipment? Just get me the goddamn FBI into the auditorium and get it now!"

"Oh, well, you might need to vacate the building but for the auditorium. Our records indicate there was a fire in the surgical wing of your building, so we'll keep the fire department on route too."

"Fine!" Izzie yelled as she hung up the phone, livid. "We've got two terrorists! Just great! Now on top of running the hospital, I have to make sure it exists tomorrow. Gee, I feel really sorry for Chief Webber."

Hannah was still clueless. Her fingers had tightened around the handle as the gunshot rang through the air. For a moment, in her innocent 12 year old mind, she had thought it was something else. Never in her life had she heard a gunshot before. The staff, crowded at the corner, looked up at her. She frowned, and then took another step in. This time, she came face to face with Martin. Hannah gasped. Her hand let go of the handle as she begin to turn away, backing out of the room when she saw the gun in his hands. But Martin would not allow that. No, even a 12 year old will go telling on him, telling the rest of the interns what really happened and Martin couldn't take the risk for that to happen.

He went around the table and grabbed Hannah by the arm roughly. The girl screamed, but he pointed the gun at her head. "Stop!" he ordered as she threatened to start crying. She nodded in fear, her mouth clammed shut, her eyes not daring to meet his. "Get there! He shouted, pointing to the gathered staff at the corner of the room, and then pushed her violently towards them.

George interrupted Izzie's rant with a more calming ramble of his own. "You can do this Izzie. I think the fire was an accident. If you just dial the paramedics, everything will be as ok as it can. Addison picked you for a reason, Izzie. Me, I'd just ramble all day long. Alex would be full of too much bravado. Christina would try to avoid feeling anything, and therefore wouldn't worry what she did was wrong except if Burke was involved. Callie, Addison doesn't know well enough. Meredith would be too busy weeping over Derek. If anything, the only downside to you doing this is that you get too attached. For a short while, that's great considering the circumstances, although you'd definitely need a day off after we are done."

Izzie did seem to calm down to functioning level, which allowed her and George to use the phones to call the paramedics and cancel all incoming surgeries if possible. However, a couple things continued to nag her. "George, why do you think the fire was an accident? And where is Hannah?"

Someone opened the door and answered Izzie's question before George could start rambling. "Izzie, we might have to postpone your surprise birthday party." Alex said. Izzie looked at him confused. My what! Why do you tell someone about a surprise birthday party if you're not having it yet? That makes no sense. Then again, Alex never does. It's part of his appeal. "The fire from the candles burned the decorations. We put out the fire, but the fire department will have to clear the hospital safe for use." Alex explained, his gaze fell to the floor.

Izzie began laughing. "Seriously? Seriously? Y'all were trying to be nice and forgot to put out the candles. That has got to be the silliest reason for a hospital fire yet. Thanks for the laugh guys but seriously?" she shook her head I don't think Alex should try to do romantic anymore. It's not really his style. I think everyone would prefer the hospital to remain standing.

"Seriously," George answered, while hanging his head. Without another word, he started away from the couple. For once, George gets embarrassed at the right moment. Izzie thought, watching as he walked away. Where is he going anyway?

Alex wrapped his arms around Izzie's waist, catching her attention. She turned around and gave him a nice kiss on the lips. "I've got to get back to surgery. Cristina told me there was some rule about people not being left alone." Alex ran off, before Izzie could do any physical harm to him.

Derek's eyes followed Hannah as she was thrown violently towards the rest of the staff. Richard had reached out, embracing the girl into his arms. For that very moment where Derek watched Richard stroke the little girl's hair, he had forgotten about his wife. That thought of his wife had brought his mind back from the past, remembering how Richard used to father himself and Addison when they were his students. Derek froze, he didn't want to look down. He knew something was wrong, like how he knew when he walked into the house that night he found his wife and his best friend in bed. No. he plead silently. That word had been ringing in his mind more times he can remember in just a few minutes. Addison had not moved, her body had not even shifted. Bracing himself, Derek forced his gaze downwards. What came into his vision was an unconscious Addison, lying on the floor in front of him.

Dr. Meredith Grey turned to look at Callie. They both were literally exhausted after checking every nook and cranny of the surgical wing. "I thought you were taking care of Hannah, Callie."

"I thought you were, but that doesn't matter. Hannah's lost. What are we going to tell Izzie?" Callie wondered, as they continued pacing around the pit.

Meredith knelt down next to a patient, and began cleaning up his wounds. "Maybe if we just stay here, Hannah will return and we won't have to do anything."

The pair did more and more sutures until their hands were ready to fall off. They smiled the whole time, but by now, even the patients could tell something was wrong. "You two lost a patient didn't you?" One of the patients waiting on sutures said. Neither Meredith nor Callie actually wanted to own up to that. They just hung their heads and continued mending patients. "If she's a short blonde child, she went into the auditorium. Funny how no one has actually come out of there yet."

Meredith and Callie exchanged stares. "We are dead. If we make it through today, Izzie is so going to kill us."

"Do you think she'd go for an accidental overdose on morphine or something really bad like unauthorized surgery?" Callie moved onto another patient.

Meredith didn't find the joke at all funny. "You know, if this whole surgical thing doesn't turn out, you could always be a mortician. You sure are morbid enough."

"I think it's cool," the male patient said, "You might try lightening up. After all, being bitter isn't going to bring big black-haired doctor back." Great, we have another psychic. I really don't need all of my problems exposed to the patients. "Everyone knows based on how you look at him. Move on, Doctor."

Miranda hurried back to where she sat as Martin gestured towards the crowd. Her baby was in her arms, his crying had stopped. But when dealing with a man who isn't mentally stable and has a gun in his possession, Miranda decided against being cocky, even though she is The Nazi.

"Shhh…" Richard coaxed, his hands moving up and down on the smooth blonde hair of Hannah's. The girl had fallen into his embrace as he held his arms out, her body trembling as she sobbed quietly into his chest. "It's going to be alright, I promise." Richard whispered into her hair. It felt familiar to him, like how Addison had always came running to him and how he had always comforted her the exact same way he is comforting the little girl. Addison. he thought, looking up towards his two favorite students across the room. And he saw it. Derek's body pushed up by his arms, hovering above his wife's. And Addison just laid there, her head tilted to a side, her red hair sprawled out on the floor, her body motionless.

Derek's bottom lip trembled as his eyes fell to the blood stains on Addison's forehead. Her face was pale, her body was motionless. Does it… does it mean that she is dead? No, Derek didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to admit it, even if it were true. He lifted himself off his wife's body and brushed her hair away, revealing the wound on her forehead. It scared him. The only times he had seen this image of his wife was when she was next to him, in their bed, sleeping. Gently, he felt around her wound, trying to determine the level of damage done. Realizing that the wound was from a bullet graze, he breathed out a huge sigh of relief. It's just an outer wound. She's going to be ok. he thought, his fingers then pressed lightly against the side of her neck, checking for a pulse. Discovering one, he then placed a finger under Addison's nose, relieved to feel air hitting his finger. She's ok. She's alive. he reassured himself, then slumped back against the wall behind him. He threw a glance towards the rest of the staff and gave them a nod. She's ok. he thought.

Just as he thought the worse was over, he felt cold metal pressed against the side of his head once again. Not needing to turn around, he knew what it was.

"Move away from her." Martin said coldly. Derek gritted his teeth. He didn't want to. There was no way he can leave his wife on the floor out cold without anyone. No. He's not going to walk away this time. Not anymore.

Not looking up, Derek stayed glued to the floor, stubbornly refusing to budge. Then, he heard the audible click of the gun being cocked again.

Dr. Izzie Stevens waited awhile for Hannah, and she still didn't come out. "Where's Hannah?" she asked as George went by. But he just shrugged. Izzie bolted downstairs and found Meredith and Callie suturing patients. She then got right into Meredith's face. "Where is Hannah?"

"I… I… I.." Meredith stammered, looking to Callie for backup. But Callie just began tossing in other non-sense syllables. Izzie just continued yelling at the pair more. By now, the whole nursing staff was listening to this exchange. "We don't know," finally escaped from Meredith's nervous lips.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Izzie yelled at Meredith, throwing her hands up in the air with frustration. "C'mon! She's one twelve year old girl! How hard can she be to keep track of for five minutes?" She sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead. "Where is my daughter? Damnit!"

The same male patient had no problem telling Izzie where her daughter was. "You're talking about blondie again? She's in the auditorium."

My daughter is in the room with a terrorist and I can't get her out because Addison trusted me with the hospital. Why couldn't Addison have picked someone else? Why did she have to see me as amazingly comptent? I need to get my daughter out now. What type of medical procedure could save them? I need something and I need it now. Izzie ran off and sealed herself into Chief Webber's office.

Then, she let the tears come in.