A/N : Ok! Finally! A new chapter:D Our apologies for this being so late.Miscommunication and stuff. My coauthor (Marion) thought she had sent me the chapter and then realised she hasn't, and then you know, timezone problems and we couldn't catch each other online as much as we would like to, so therefore, the LONG delay. Sorry sorry sorry! Thank you all for following the story so far, and I hope you haven't forgotten about it! So here it is! Enjoy!

Dr. Izzie Stevens heard a massive rush of footsteps come in through a side door. About twelve fireman had entered the hospital. The chief of the firemen entered the room with Izzie and Meghan. Her baby son started to cry. "Doctor," the chief fireman asked, "Why hasn't this hospital been evacuated?"

"It's a false alarm. I know I should have called to cancel, but with the hospital being held hostage and managing the hospital and all the other things, it slipped through the cracks. Really, it's just my boyfriend being his cute self. He's great at getting the sentiment, but his romantic gestures usually go wrong. Like today. It's my birthday, so he lit candles. Just through the chaos, no one was able to blow them out." Izzie carefully explained. The fireman started laughing and called off the fire people. Izzie finally started to laugh too. Today was just the most ridciulous day to date in her life.

Dr. Alex Karev, upon hearing that he couldn't get a romantic gesture correct, became very obsessed with the idea of proving her wrong. Mr. Denny Duquette had nothing on him in the charming department. If anyone could charm the pants off of Izzie, it was Alex, or so he thought in his head. He figured he would screw the rules and show her that he really was more romantically successful than she thought. He was really good at the romance thing, just not when Izzie was around. For some reason, it was different with her around. His chance came when he remembered that Hannah was in the auditorium. He would just go in there, scare the living crap out of the hostage taker, and run back with Hannah. That surely would impress Izzie. He'd be her knight in white armor riding off into the sunset, and not be her knight bumbling around in his white armor.

"Isobel Stevens as in Isobel Stevens?" Miranda, whom among others that overheard Hannah's explanation of her being in the hospital, questioned. Hannah turned to her with lit eyes.

"You know her?" she asked cheerfully.
"Isobel Stevens? Are you sure her name is Isobel Stevens?" She clarified, and the girl nodded in response.

"That's what it said on the papers."
Instead of answering Hannah's question, Miranda leaned against the wall, cradling her baby to her chest.
"She better not know anything about this." She mumbled.

Dr. Meredith Grey stared at the patient. She knew the procedure that had to be done to save this man and get him walking, but had forgotten how to do it. As fast as she could, she ran down for the door. "I know the procedure, I just need to look it up."

Christina looked around and muttered, "Cool, solo stabilization."

"I'll only be thirty seconds." Meredith muttered, as she bolted room the room, and ran into George. He saw Christina alone in the room with a brain open and joined her.

Christina grumbled at him. "I was going to do it solo." George grumbled back, without saying anything. They continued grumbling at each other, like siblings seeing who could grumble the loudest. They got into each other's faces and then laughed. Then, they decided to see who could laugh the loudest. First, Christina would laugh. Then, George would laugh. Instead of Christina laughing again though, the patient laughed again. He laughed louder than any of them. Appearently, he had no clue that his brain injury had temporarily put him out.

Meredith came in with the textbook and promptly began laughing herself. "I know Bailey told you to improve your bedside manner with the patients, Christina, but now is not the time."

In his arms, the limp body started moving, her eyes shifting under the lids, indicating that the being was recovering consciousness. Derek Shepherd, feeling the tiny movement against him, looked down with a weak smile.

"It's time to wake up, baby. C'mon." he coaxed, stroking a finger against her cheek. Slowly, her eyes opened, looking straight up at him.

"Derek…" she mumbled, and as though forgetting about the situation, he let out a relieved laugh, pulling her body close to a hug, leaning against her shoulder to take in a whiff of her scent.

"You're ok." He whispered into her hair. "You're ok."

Martin's sobs had dissolved. But his cheeks were tear-stained and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked up at the cheerful voice of the girl, then towards the laugh that Derek gave out. His fingers stroke against the side of the gun on the table They aren't suppose to be happy. he thought, his eyes flickering back and forth to the two. They can't be happy. If I'm not happy, nobody can be happy. he reasoned, his eyes landing on the Shepherds once again, a wave of anger shot through him when he witnessed Addison waking to consciousness. She's not dead. he wondered, tilting his head as he eyed the couple. Slowly, standing up and making his way towards them, his arms limp by his body, his fingers wrap loosely around the handle of the gun.

Sensing a presence behind her, Addison, still in her husband's embrace, turned around to come face to face with Martin. Her eyes looked to him with fear as he stared down at them blankly. Quickly, she scrambled off Derek's lap and pressed herself against the wall behind her, hoping that he wouldn't come any closer. But he did, taking slow steps as he inched forward, his eyes only fixed on the redhead. Derek wrapped an arm around her shoulders protectively as he place his body in front of her.

"What do you want?" he demanded, his eyes flickering down to the gun held loosely in his hands, debating if he should lung forward and knock him over and the gun out of his hands. Then, his eyes shifted quickly to the group gathered at the other side of the room, suddenly realizing that if the gun were to go off, someone in the group there will have the risk of getting hurt.

Martin bit the bottom of his lip as he studied Addison, and for the first time, the attending was afraid of an intern. He frowned, his eyes wandering away for a second before landing on her again. She flinched as their gaze met.

"You're not dead."

Dr. Callie Torres walked around the hospital to find all of the other interns had vanished. Surprised, she entered OR 3. Inside, the doctors yelled about needing a scalpel. They all took turns saying no, as Meredith began freaking out. "I don't know where the pages are if we mess this up." Meredith blurted.

Callie grabbed a nearby scalpel. "Tell me where to cut, Dr. Grey." Callie muttered. Meredith instructed everyone on exactly what to do during the hour long surgery. During that hour, people shot daggers at Meredith. "She's so bossy. I'm glad she's not the temporary boss." Meredith decided to return all the bad looks at Callie. "Apparently, she heard me." Callie whispered back to the others. Meredith nodded. Everyone laughed but Meredith. "Awwwww, you're no fun," Callie moaned.

"Just shut up for the rest of the surgery." Meredith moaned. Callie debated mocking Meredith by asking her if they actually printed that in the text book. They all shot her a look that told her to not even think about that wisecrack again. "At least you aren't rambling like you do when George isn't around." After that comment, Meredith was lucky it wasn't her brain on the table. "He's like your McDreamy."

"Oh, my god. The poor boy's out of his mind." Miranda noticed as herself, along with the rest of the staff watched intensely as he stood up and made his way towards the Shepherd, his finger, a loose grip around the gun. "Maybe this time the interns would think twice about getting into another's pants." She whispered to the baby in her arms, only receiving a dirty shot from the chief.

Derek's gaze shifted to the group again, this time, only giving specific eye contact to Preston and Richard, then his eyes shifted to the gun in Martin's hands. At that cue, Preston straightened himself, realizing what Derek was hinting them. He exchanged a look to Richard as the older man prepared himself, handling the girl back to Miranda.

"Cover me." Preston mouthed, receiving a nod from the chief as he propped himself up, ready to charge forward to knock the guy off. But Martin lifted up the hand with the gun, another finger stroking it lovingly.

"Why isn't she dead?" Martin whispered softly. It's now or never. Preston thought, his bottom already off the ground. Martin pointed the gun straight at Addison again, this time, a sneer spread across his features. "She should be dead." He said, a dry laugh escaped his throat. Derek's eyes shifted to Preston desperately, willing the attending to do something. It was now or never.

Preston lunged forward as the chief made a wave of his hands to instruct the staff to duck. The cardiac surgeon threw his body on top of the intern, pressing down with all his weight. A shot rang through the air as the triggered was pulled.

As their bodies hit the ground, the gun left Martin's hand. Preston pinned the intern to the ground as their eyes met, firmness in the attending's and anger in the intern's.

"What did you do?" Martin moaned, lifting up the hand that once held the gun to realize that it was gone. Although with his shoulders pinned, Martin turned his head to the side, smiling to find his gun within reach. But a hand rushed forward, grabbing the device off the ground.

Addison licked her lips, holding the gun as steady as possible in her shaking hands as she pointed it to Martin. "Don't you dare move." She warned.

Dr. Izzie Stevens excused herself from Meghan Jones's room, and met with the lead FBI agent. "Where is Dr. Webber?" Agent Thomas Paquette asked. Izzie clued him up to date as to what she knew was in the hostage room, which wasn't very much at all, considering she didn't know Mr. Malone had syphilis. "We have two options then. Your auditorium in question has a second level for audience seating. We can either use it to set up to take the shot, or we can try to drop in the anesthetics. The second option has very little chance of success, and he could still try and kill someone before going under. The kill shot will definitely stop the man before he can hurt anyone.

Izzie's first gut response was to use the anesthetics, then no one would have to die. However, was saving this man's life worth risking the life of her friends and her family? The hypocritic oath that all doctors had to take said yes. Every memory Izzie had since she was an adult said no. The agent pushed her for a decision. Then, Alex walked in.

Izzie Voiceover: Responsibility sucks. It really does. They always say, if it was your daughter in a situation, you'd find the strength to make the right call. However, it never really was that simple. To save my daughter, I have to order the death of someone's son. If his mother was here and knew what I knew now, she'd try to save him. I'd try to save my daughter, if it wasn't for the oath. Whatever choice I make, I have to live with it for the rest of my life. There was no book, teacher, or anyone else to blame if I messed up this call.