A/N : I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Here is the next chapter. Don't kill me!


At Izzie's proclamation, Keethan jerked his head towards the man who brought Addison to him. The man backed away defensively, holding both hands up in front of his chest.

"She... She said she's Dr. Shepherd." he stammered, gesturing towards Addison. Then, Keethan turned back to Izzie, confusion and anger in his eyes.

"I'm... her cousin." Izzie explained. "And I can help you."

Keethan took no second consideration and nodded once to the man behind Izzie, gesturing for him to let her go. Izzie massaged her wrists and looked to Keethan authoritatively.

"I need an assistant." she said, but before he could say anything, she added quickly. "An assistant with strong medical background." Then, her eyes shifted to Meredith in indication. With a grunt, Keethan commanded his man to release the shorter blonde. Izzie took in a deep breathe again, her eyes scanning around the room.

"You have to let us treat her first," she started, eyes gesturing to Addison. "And bring all medical supplies you have into this room and leave us alone. I don't work with an audience." she said, her voice coming out firmer and more confident than how she felt. When Keethan started to protest, Izzie eyed him down challengingly.

"Ok." Keethan said, releasing a defeated sigh, turning to face his crew. His son needs help and these doctors were the only ones able to. He had to comply to their rules. "You heard what the doctors said, don't just stand there!"

Moments later, an unconscious Addison was brought to the bed beside the boy and medical supplies were laid around the room. With one last look to his son, Keethan left the room with his men. Finally with everyone else out of ear shot, Meredith turned to Izzie, the disbelief that she had been hiding for so long was revealed, written all across her face with a hint of horror.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" she demanded.
"You saw what they were about to do to Addison." Izzie explained, moving quickly to check for the woman's vitals.
"And you decided to just risk your life and maybe this boy's life to save the woman from a kick?"
"Yes." Izzie said bluntly, avoiding her gaze. Meredith stood in front of her with a glare, her arms folded in front of her chest.
"You're hiding something." she noticed, but Izzie only shook her head, avoiding the intern's gaze.
"Yes you are." Meredith insisted. "You're a horrible liar, Izzie."

Izzie drew in a deep breathe and stood up reluctantly. "Addison's pregnant."

At the news, Meredith's jaw dropped open as her eyes shot to the attending. "Are you sure? I mean--"

"Bailey told me." she explained.

"Does she know?" Meredith asked. She's pregnant, with Derek's child. "Does he know?"

Izzie shook her head. "He doesn't know. She doesn't want him to know, but after last night, I'm pretty sure she knows."

"Oh my god..."

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"Sir, what do we do now?" the governor's right hand man asked as the few of them stood there, still waiting for a plane to land. Patience in the Africans were running low.

"Maybe their flight was delayed by the weather." he reasoned. "Let's give them another day or two." he instructed. Then with a nod, the man went to announce the news.

A day has passed, still no signs of the hospital's private jet. Another day has passed, the people were getting impatient, the sick needed to be treated. The governor finally stepped up, raising both hands to silent the crowd. At the gesture, all turned to look at him.

"We have no idea what is happening over there." He started. "I know all of you are getting impatient, and so are we. We thought maybe their flight was delayed by the weather, but it has been two days." he explained, then the talkings started again. The governor waited for it to stop, holding a hand up again to gather attention. "We will be calling the United States to find out what really happened."

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Hanging up the phone, Richard buried his head in his hands with a sigh. Failing wasn't in Richard's dictionary, it wasn't an option for him, expectations he had set for himself were high. The government had called to relay the message that his medical team had failed to arrive at Africa. Pushing the worst thought out of his mind, he picked picked up the phone again.

"Debbie, page Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Bailey to my office. Thank you."

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No sign of Addison, no calling the hospital back. It wasn't like Addison Shepherd to ignore calls from the hospital. Calls from her husband, perhaps. But calls from the hospital? That was something she will never do. Derek shut the file and slotted in to the stack with a sigh, he closed his eyes for a brief moment to take in a deep breathe. She's alright, Derek. She's alright. he thought, then reasoned with himself that she had called back and instructed that it was not to be made known to him. But the nagging feeling in his head and increased to a dreaded feeling in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't hold it in any longer.

Turning into a corridor, he caught sight of the short resident whom everyone refers to as "The Nazi". Oh thank god. he thought, then jogged towards the resident, calling out her name to catch her attention. She turned around, placing a hand on her hip when she saw him nearing, the firm no-nonsense expression on her face, demanding him to spill what he needed quickly before she walks off.

"Miranda." Derek breathed out, running a hand through his hair. How do I say this to her? "Could you call Addison for me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Addison." he repeated with a sigh. "She's been ignoring my calls." he explained, but only receiving a glare, the same one that Richard gave him when he had requested for the chief to give his wife a call. Knowing that this resident is more stubborn than the chief, Derek had not bothered convincing or pleading. Instead, he changed the subject.

"Did Addison tell you anything before she leaves?" he asked, then Miranda looked up at him with a frown. The frown was a coverup that she knows something, something that Addison had requested for Derek to be kept in the dark about. Addison is her friend, her patient, nonetheless, and her privacy and wishes is to be respected. But before she can say anything, both their pagers beeped, the both of them looked down at it in sync.

"I've gotta take this." they announced in unison.

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"What happened?"

Izzie and Meredith turned immediately at the voice. Addison's eyes closed briefly again before they open, staring blankly up ahead. Izzie shone a light in her eyes, checking her vitals once again as the woman pushed herself up stubbornly, waving the intern off.

"I'm fine." she insisted.

"We're not taking any risks." Meredith helped, pushing her body back down onto the bed. Izzie shot her a grateful look as she placed two fingers at the side of the attending's neck, checking her heartrate.

"Are you hurting in any places?" Izzie asked professionally, but Addison shook her head, wincing at the pain in the side of her head. Meredith pushed her hair back to examine her head for injuries, shaking her head at the sight of a cut.

"And you're telling me that doesn't hurt." she said flatly, her eyes wandered to the medical tray. "You need a band aid."

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Miranda Bailey knocked twice on the office door of the Chief before she entered. "You paged me?" she asked, closing the door behind her before turning around fully. For the first time, Derek and Miranda saw each other, both turning to the chief in confusion.

"What's going on?" they both asked in unison. Richard cleared his throat uncomfortably and gestured to the chair next to the attending.

"Uhh, you should take a seat." he instructed, and the resident obeyed. As they both eyed him curiously, Derek with a dreaded feeling in the pit of his stomach, Miranda with her adrenaline pumping, the chief avoided their gaze.

"I got a call from the government." He started, but the two of them just stared at him, willing him to go on. "Addie and the interns never arrived at Africa." he said, this time, allowing his gaze to meet both his workers.

Derek slumped back into the chair, his jaw opened slightly in shock. The news hit him like a ton of bricks, it was almost like something he had expected to hear, like the dreadful feelings had provided a warning for him. But nevertheless, it had caught him offguard. Miranda placed a hand on Derek's arm comfortingly as she drew in a breathe and turned to the chief of surgery.

"Defy 'never arrived'." she said calmly.

Richard simply glared at her, causing the resident to blink, trying to find something to say to avoid the awkward silence and obvious tension build up in the office.

"Ookay... then where are they?" she asked, forcing herself to keep a positive mindset.

"Nobody knows." Richard sighed. At that, all positive thoughts are gone.

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A soft grunt could be heard, the doctors' attentions are now turned, watching as the boy under the covers shift his head against the scruffy pillow, his eyes moving under the lids for awhile before they open.

"Hey." Izzie began, moving to touch the boy gently on his arm. He flinched away in fear when his eyes met her gaze. Understandingly, she pulled away.

"How are you feeling?" Meredith asked, coming into the boy's view. He flinched again, shifting away from Meredith. Addison pushed herself up from the bed and glance over. The boy shifted his eyes and met Addison's, and once again, he shifted uncomfortably. His breathing rate increased as he pulled the covers up to himself.

"He's freaking out." Addison said, standing up and headed towards the door. Meredith and Izzie backed away from the boy, watching as Addison peeked out from the doorway.

Within a few seconds, Keethan returned, rushing to the boy's bedside and pulled him into an embrace, stroking his back to comfort him.

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As Derek sat on the couch with his head buried in his hands, Richard arranged for a search and rescue team to track down the private jet. In each of the hospital's jet there is a tracking device, made of titanium and is waterproof. Miranda Bailey had left the office to the two men as she gathered the staff of the hospital at the main station of the nurses'.

I should have known. Derek thought to himself, drawing in a deep breathe as tears threaten to flow out of his eyes. He should have stopped Addison from going, he's her husband. Or the least he could do is to follow her there to make sure everything was alright. At least then, wherever she is now, he'd be with her. Richard sat down beside Derek and laid a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

"It's my fault." Derek managed, but Richard shook his head, feeling a pang of guilt shot through him.
"No, it's mine. I... I shouldn't have sent her over." he argued. Derek didn't agree, but he didn't say anything.

Meredith. he suddenly remembered, his eyes closed as he sinked back onto the couch with a sigh. He didn't know if he should be glad or sad. The reason Meredith had went was because he had requested for her to--so she can help keep an eye on Addison for him. Meredith will be there for her. he told himself. If Meredith was brave enough to stick her hand into an open cavity with a bomb inside, she'll be able to brave it through wherever she was. And even though he knew that Addison was a tough woman who will never give up, he couldn't help but worry about her. She's his wife, his best friend, his partner and best friend for more than 11 years. After 11 years he had given a part of himself to her, and if anything were to happen to her, Derek wouldn't know what to do.

"Nothing will happen to her." Richard said, as though he had read the attending's mind. Derek looked up with a weak smile.

There was a double knock on the door before it swung open.

"Chief, they're ready for you."

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"Is he alright now? Is my son alright?" Keethan looked up at the doctors hopefully. Meredith and Izzie exchanged looks.

"Uhmm...for now." Meredith said, knowing that none of them did anything to bring the boy back to consciousness.
"This is just temporarily." Izzie added. "We can only treat him fully if we bring him to the hospi--"

"No." Keethan shook his head. "We're not going to any hospitals. You're not going back until my son is well." he said, then turned to the men waiting by the door. "Bring them back." he said

As the men came for them, Addison shrugged off the grip. "I can walk there myself." she said, glaring at them. But as she pushed herself off the wall, the room spun around her. Quickly, she stabilised herself against the wall again, only to be lifted off it as Izzie and Meredith ran to her side.

Reluctantly, Izzie turned to Keethan. "Can we have some sugar?" she asked.

"Why?"

"Uhm...she's...pregnant." Izzie explained, gesturing to Izzie. She was hoping that from witnessing Keethan's warm gesture towards his son, he would spare an unborn child. Instead, the manhad hesitated.

"Alright." he finally said. "But keep this in mind, if my son isn't going to get well, you wouldn't be keeping your child." he threatened.

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"What's going on?" Cristina asked after weaving through the crowd to stand beside George and Alex. The both of them just shrugged. "Bailey gathered everyone, apparently the Chief has something to announce." Alex explained, folding his arms in front of his chest as the chief descended down the steps with Miranda right behind him.

"Hey," Preston greeted his girlfriend softly, catching her attention. "What's going on?" he asked. Instead of Cristina answering him, Alex did the job.

"We're about to find out."

At the sight of the chief of surgery, the mumblings of the crowd died down and all attention was focused on him. He cleared his throat and looked to the resident behind him, receiving a nod from her as encouragement.

"As you know, Seattle Grace has been requested to send a team of doctors over to Africa to provide medical service for its people." he started, then pausing as he went on, trying to ease the news into the situation slowly instead of dropping it down on them. "I've sent three doctors over, an attending, who is a Neonatal specialist, and two interns. Just about an hour ago, I received a call from the government," he paused, taking in a deep breathe. "And...I was noted that the doctors never arrived in Africa and they are no where to be found."

"What!" George blurted out, turning to his fellow interns whose expressions mirrored his own.
"Oh my god." Cristina mumbled. "Where can they be?"
"I mean, what happened if they were to be kidnapped, hijacked in midair--" George rambled on.
"Shut up, George." Alex interupted, his arms now on his hips as he tried to cover the panic that was written all over his face. Richard raised his hands again, calming the crowd down.

"Now as I am speaking, rescue teams are sent out in search of the jet via a tracking device, and hopefully, the doctors will be found. In the mean time if any of you have any suggestions at all in how else to help find the doctors, let me know."

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The beeping sound got faster as the helicopter hovered over the land. The man leaned forward as he studied the diagram. "Straight forward for about 50 miles." he instructed the pilot. Moments later, the beeping sound shrieked through the air, the beat fast enough to indicate that the location is right underneath where they are.

"Here." the man said, then with a nod, the pilot lowered the helicopter towards the surface of the water. Two helicopters followed closely behind, three of them inches off the water, creating large ripples all around. From the other two helicopters, two divers from each emerged, all geared up. Each flashing a thumbs-up sign, they dived straight into the water between the three helicopters.

Under the water, the four divers swam forward, paddling deeper and deeper down into the ocean until they reached the seabed, the wreck of the plane lay there in front of their eyes. Two of them went to the cockpit, pulling the pilots out while the other two pushed themselves into the passenger sector, surprised to have found only luggages and medical equipments.

Breaking the surface, the two divers lifted up the masks. "No one else. Do we retrieve the equipments and bags?" one of them asked, hoping for his voice to be heard over the loud spinning of the blades. Receiving a nod, the both of them dived down again, the other two following closely behind after bringing the two drowned victims onto the helicopter.

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Addison sat by the corner of the room, sipping on a warm glass of sugar solution.

"Are you feeling better?" Izzie asked as Meredith paced around the room. The door was locked again, from the outside. There was no way that they could get out unless the men allowed them to. Addison looked to the intern and nodded shyly, putting the glass down next to her.

"You know, I should be the one taking care of the both of you." She joked, a hint of guilt in her voice. Izzie laughed at that, leaning back against the wall as she stretched her legs out in front of her.

"Clearly, you're in no shape to take care of anyone but yourself." she said. That got Meredith's attention. She stopped, making her way next to Addison and settled down beside her.

"What are we going to do? Do we just...wait?" she asked, turning to the two.

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Derek's head shot up at the sound of the phone ringing on Richard's desk. He had made to be taken off every single case and have someone else to take over them for the time being. The chief of surgery pushed himself off the couch and picked the phone up.

"Yes?" Richard asked.
"Call from the government." the voice on the other side said.
"Put him through." he said solemnly, while in the hope for good news, he knew that there's a very slightly chance that there'll be one. After hearing the news from the other side, Richard closed his eyes and rubbed his fingers on his forehead.

"Alright, thank you very much." Richard said, then ended the call. Derek had been looking at him with hope in his blue eyes, already sitting on the edge of the couch.

"They found the jet." Richard said, but there was no hint of happiness in his tone. Derek's face fell, the light in his eyes dulled as he braced himself for the worst news. He swallowed, his eyes fixing onto the chief to will him to continue.

"Their bodies were not found."

That was the moment where Derek could no longer hold it in. He allow the tears to now flow down his cheeks as the chief made his way over, placing a fatherly arm around his shoulder and held him while the sobs escaped from Derek's throat.

"I'm sorry." Richard said, keeping his voice as calm as possible. While he would love very much to let his emotions out, one of them has to stay strong, and right now, it would be impossible for Derek to be the one.

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"...bodies of the pilots, medical equipments and luggages are retrieved from the wreck underwater, but there was on sign of the three doctors from Seattle Grace Hospital..."

"Keethan!" a man growled, raising the volume of the television as the reporter went on. The man came, standing in front of the television with a smirk on his face.

"They'll never find them." he said with a laugh. But the next thing he heard wiped the smile off his face.

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There were voices, the accents were American. Meredith scrambled over to the side of the door and pressed her ear against it, trying to listen. When Izzie was about to interupt, she held out a hand and placed a finger on her lips, silencing her.

"...while the staff at Seattle Grace Hospital continues to function, the husband of one of the missing doctors, Dr. Derek Shepherd, a world class Neurosurgeon, refuses to comment."

"Crap." Meredith mumbled. They were in deep trouble. Izzie started to open her mouth when an angry voice rang through the house.

"They lied!" And a loud bang and a crash followed, causing the three of them in the room to jerked at the sound.

"They found out." Izzie commented, only receiving a nod from Meredith as the intern made her way back to them.

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"What do we do with them?" a man asked the angry leader. The anger in Keethan's eyes had subsided, replaced with a hint of dare.

"Nothing. They will come. The United States will not leave their people out there. They will search and search until they find a body, even if it were to take them months to do so. They'll come, it's just a matter of time. And Dr. Derek Shepherd will be with them. Afterall, his wife is in our hands."


A/N : There you go. -smirks-