A/N : I need to give a big thank you to Jen (usuckirock) for helping me with this chapter. I was seriously stuck. Yes, stuck. And she helped me through it. So THANK YOU! And I LOVE YOU! -hehe- Oh warning, this is a looong chapter.


While the reporters announced that search and rescue teams were assigned to search the lands where the jet had crashed, a ringing sound pierced through the silence in the Montgomery household.

"Hello?"
"Oh Lindsey, I'm so sorry." the condolense blurted out from the other line. "Are you guys alright?" At the sound of the voice, Caleb Montgomery emerged from the kitchen with two cups of tea, handing one to his wife as he wrap an arm around her shoulder.
"Holding up as much as we can, Audrey." Caleb said, giving his wife a reassuring smile. "How's Derek doing?" he asked as Lindsey moved out from his embrace and leaned against the back of their living room couch, bringing the hot tea to her lips.
"We don't know. He's not picking up our calls." Audrey Shepherd sighed.
"I keep telling you, Audrey. Derek is dealing with it his own way now. Richard is there for him." Brian's voice sounded through the speaker phone of the Montgomery household. Lindsey smiled at the voice.

"Hello, Brian." she greeted, then there's the tone of the second line.
"That's ours." Audrey said apologetically. "I hope it's Derek."
"I hope so too. Thanks for calling." Lindsey said.
"Remember, call us if you need anything, at all." Brian reminded them.
"We will, thank you."

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Night went and morning came, this time, the three of them had somehow, tried to squeeze onto the bed. Well actually just Meredith and Addison sharing it, leaving enough space of Izzie to rest her head by the side. They had debated, and forced Addison to take the bed by hook or by crook, and made it comfortable for the attending to share the bed with the smaller intern rather than the taller one.

Being in the least comfortable position, Izzie stirred into consciousness first, shifting her head on the side of the bed as she stretched her legs out under it. The bottom of the pants was pushed up slightly, her ankle brushed against the cold, dusty floor. That was when she woke up with a start. Thoughts in her mind went from "The alarm clock hasn't rang. I can sleep awhile longer" to "Where the hell am I?" Izzie blinked her eyes rapidly, clearing the cloud in her vision as her eyes shifted around the room nervously. When they land on the sleeping Meredith and Addison, she let out a sigh. She had no idea if she were to feel relieved or... well she doesn't know.

Izzie pushed herself off the edge of the bed and stretched her arms, cracking her neck while she did so. She stood up, loosening her legs, then peeked over to the two sleeping women. She chuckled at the sight. Meredith had an arm drapped over Addison's body, the side of her face burying into the mattress right next to the attending's shoulder. Addison had a leg folded underneath one of Meredith's. Then like the block clock had done its job, Meredith stirred, her eyes snapping open with a start. Confusion was written all across her face as she felt the unfamiliarity of the sheets her face was pressing against. And her arm was drapped across something that was definitely unfamiliar, a leg was tucked under her own. She froze, her eyes shifting, slowly drifting towards Addison's sleeping body.

This is not another one night stand. Meredith prayed. But there was no hang over, she had definitely not been drinking the night before. Then, the red curls came into sight, causing her to breathe out a sigh of relief.

"Morning." Izzie greeted as she stiffened a yawn. Meredith's eyes shifted up towards the blonde, then widened as she realised that the something she had her arm drifted over was Addison's body.

That was went Addison woke up. She flipped over, her body now facing Meredith as the intern quickly take her arm off. Addison opened her green eyes and was greeted with Meredith's. Surprised, she let out a yelped, almost rolling off the bed. Realising that she had one leg tucked under Meredith's, she retrieved it back, blushing.

"Oh god." she mumbled, then pushed herself up to a sitting position, brushing hair out of her face before she turned to Meredith. "I'm so, so so sorry."

By that time, the intern had already scrambled out of the bed, giving Izzie a devil glare as the taller blonde tried to hide a laugh. At Addison's apology, Meredith shook her head forcefully.

"No... no. I'm...sorry. Yes." she stammered, gesturing to Addison with her arm to indicate the previous position of her arm. "I'm sorry."

Izzie shifted her eyes back and forth from Meredith and Addison, covering a hand over her mouth to hide a smile.

"You think this is funny?" Meredith hissed, causing Izzie to break out in laughs. Then when Addison shot her a look, Izzie stopped, drawing a deep breathe in attempt to calm herself down.

"I'm sorry." she said through giggles. She drew in a deep breathe again, stabilizing herself again. "It's just that...god. I never thought I'd actually live to see that."

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Derek lay on the couch in Richard's office, a hand behind his head propping it up against the arm of the furniture as he stared up blankly at the white ceiling. There were no more tears, no more emotions, the tears on his cheeks were already dried, a cool feeling sweep across his skin each time a blast from the air conditioner hits. Addison. he thought again, that was the one thing he had been thinking. What if, just what if she was gone for good? He had never told her how beautiful she is, he had never had the chance to tell her that he still love her deeply, never even have the chance to put on the ring back to his finger. He raised a hand up in front of his face, the gold band shimmering under the light. Will he get the chance to see her ever again?

His cellphone rang again for the fifth time. He ignored it after taking a glance at the caller. It wasn't Addison. He didn't want to pick up the call just in case he was caught up in a conversation and Addison decided to call through, to tell him that she is alright. Finally, the tone stopped, the cellphone next top him stopped vibrating. Derek closed his eyes, taking in a deep breathe. Not answering the calls was being irresponsible. He knew how it felt when Addison had not answered or return his calls, and knowing that news spread fast, his family, that had been calling him the fifth time in half an hour, must be worried sick. I'll just call to tell them I'm ok and I'll hang up. he told himself, letting out a defeated sigh. He wasn't ready to talk about it. He didn't even know how to talk about it. Almost identical to a zombie, he pushed himself up to a sitting position and made his first call back to New York.

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"What do you think happened to them?" Cristina asked, pacing around the locker room as she chewed on her fingernails. Alex shot George a dirty look as he shrugged apologetically. Technically, it was his mention about kidnapping and hijacking that got the competitive intern all worked up. Her boyfriend, Preston Burke was in surgery and the three interns sat in the empty locker room while their resident was away for the moment, apparently having quite a role in the whole 'missing doctors' situation.

"Stop pacing." Alex complained, feeling the anxiety build up in him again. He was leaning against the locker door, his hands placed on his hips. George, however, was sitting with one leg on each side of the long, wooden bench, his eyes shifting back and forth from Alex to Cristina.

"Nothing's going to happen to them." George helped. Cristina stopped and stared right at George, causing the intern to flinch.
"Nothing? Oh well who was the one who spoke about kidnappings and hijackings?" she retorted.

Frustrated mainly by his own anxiety, he pushed himself off the lockers and stood between the both of them, looking to each firmly.

"Would the both of you just shut up? We don't know anything for sure yet, so stop jumping to conclusions!"

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The tone drooned on, and for just a split second, Derek had wished that no one would pick up. Obviously, he didn't get his wish. It went through on the fifth ring.

"Hello?" It was his mother's voice. Derek swallowed, licking his lips as he looked down to the floor, still clutching the phone next to his ear. He didn't know what to say. Or at least, he didn't want to say anything because he knew once he opened his mouth his voice will crack and fresh tears will come.

"Derek? Is that you?" This time, it was his Dad. He drew in a deep breathe and blinked back the moisture in his eyes.

"Yea." he breathed out.

"Oh honey, are you alright?"

Don't do this, Mom. he pleaded. He was hoping that someone would tell him something good, something happy, something that would at least bring positivity into his already negative mindset about Addison's disappearance. But no. The tone of his mother's voice had brought the emotions back to him. He drew in a shaky breathe, holding back his tears.

"Son, she's going to be alright. You've gotta have faith. She'll come back." his dad encouraged. Derek nodded.

"Yea. I know, Dad. I know." he mumbled.

Then there was silence.

"I... I have to go." Derek said.
"Ok." his mother agreed sympathetically. "Will you be ok?"
"I will be." he promised, forcing a weak smile on his lips.

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"What are you doing?" the well-known voice demanded. The man froze in his tracks, swallowed as he turned around to face the leader.

"Uhmm..." he started, then gestured to the tray of food and drinks in his hand with his eyes. But Keethan shook his head.

"But--"

"I said no! They lied, and somebody has to pay."

"She's having a baby." the man argued, then quickly lowered his eyes as his leader stood up, daring to be challenged.

"I don't care."

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Morning sickness was over. Funny how now they found a small bucket and several plastic bags under the small table in the room. Now that they've learnt about Addison's pregnancy and didn't want to risk having to clean up puke every single morning, they decided to place something there where she can throw up into.

Addison leaned against the wall, taking in deep breathes to urge the nausea away. Izzie and Meredith sat on each of her side, debating with their eyes. Finally, Meredith spoke.

"You should go."

Izzie narrowed her eyes at her.

"You grew up in a trailer park, you're taller, you're more intimidating."

Izzie shot her a look, and that was went Addison opened her eyes, eyeing each of them curiously.

"What on earth is going on?"

"Nothing." the two of them said in unison, both shooting the attending a smile.

"Just...close your eyes and rest." Meredith instructed, patting her lap lightly. Addison obeyed, unknowingly allowing the silent argument between the two interns to go on. Finally, the both of them stood up and headed to the door.

Izzie knocked her fist on the door several times loudly, waiting for a few moments before repeating her action again. The door creaked open, leaving only a small gap between the door and the frame. There was a chain locked from the other side, then, a gruffy face was pressed against it.

"Yes?"
"Uhmm..could we get some water and...food?" Meredith asked sweetly with a smile while Izzie, standing behind her, kept a stern expression in hope to be intimidating. "For her." Meredith quickly added, gesturing to Addison. The man sighed, his face turning away for a moment before leaning back through the gap again.

"We can't." He said softly, as though afraid someone would overhear their conversation. Izzie frowned, stepping closer to the door's gap.

"Why?" she demanded. The man drew in a breathe uncomfortably.

"He wouldn't allow."

Before Izzie could come up with something intimidating to say, Meredith jumped in. "Could you at least try? Her child is innocent." she almost pleaded. Then, the man sighed, lowering his head at the question. He turned away again, for a brief moment before turning back to them.

"Alright." he agreed. "I'll speak to the men. We'll try whenever possible."

"Thank you." Meredith said gratefully.
"Soon would be a good time." Izzie stated quickly before the door was shut again. When they turned around, Addison was standing with her arms folded in front of her chest.

"I'm going to ask you this one more time. What is going on?"

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It has been three days since the news was reported. On the unknown side of the world where the doctors were, Keethan's men had tried as descretely as possible to slip leftovers and water to the doctors when the housekeeper went in to clear the mess due to the morning sickness' each day.

From the lack of necessary nutrients the body Addison shares with the fetus, she was exhausted. From time to time, she managed to swallow some water, but food never went down completely. Isobel Stevens feared for the life of the unborn child as well as that of her mentor's. Meredith, who never wanted to like the redhead, had the same fear as her fellow intern. However, there was another issue she had to worry about--how she was suppose to explain it all to Derek. She had promised to keep an eye on her for him. The both of them tried to leave food for Addison, hoping that she will feel hungry later in the days, but she never was. As a result, they had to finish the little food between the both of them with a hint of guilt, arguing with themselves that they need energy to be able to take care of the attending.

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He stared out of the glass window at the sunset. He smiled at the color of the sky, remembering the hue of red that was similar to Addison Shepherd's hair. Yes, he had heard of the news about her disappearance, along with two interns, Meredith Grey being one of them. Somehow, he wondered if Addison had requested for Meredith to be on board with her so she wouldn't have to worry about the intern luring Derek away while she's gone. He shook his head, almost slapping himself at that thought. Addison isn't such a person, and you know it. he scolded himself.

He looked down at the silver cellphone in his hands for the fifth time, smoothing his thumbs over the device. He sighed, finally flipping open to dial the number. He never wanted to interupt, but she was in trouble and the least he could do is to try. It has been three days, you need to do something. They are still your friends--to you. he reasoned. He has faith that she will make it out alive, wherever she was.

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The side of Addison's leg buzzed, causing Meredith to jolt up in surprise at the vibration. She stared, then lifted her eyes up to Izzie as the intern returned a confused frown.

"What?" Izzie asked. Instead of answering, Meredith slided her hand into the pocket of Addison's pants and pulled out a cellphone. The name blinking at her had her blinked back in surprise. She knew who that person is and she would debate on picking up the call, knowing his history with the attending. But at the moment, this person may be their only hope.

"She has a cellphone?" Izzie demanded, folding her arms in front of her chest. Meredith held up a hand as she answered the call, but only a series of buzzing sounds could be heard from the other side. The reception was horrible. The line broke, and Meredith frantically dialed the number back, putting the phone to her ear. But the line never connected. Meredith cursed silently at the poor reception in the area.

"Who was that?" Izzie asked.
"Mark." she said, then lifted her eyes to her. "And Derek left missed calls."

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He had stayed in the hospital for three days, the hope in him was running low. He was refused into all surgeries and placed on suspension until he could gather himself back together--the chief's orders. But Derek didn't want to return to his trailer. He didn't want to lie in bed next to an empty space knowing that his wife isn't alright. The dog would be able to survive on his own. Its ability to search for food has turned into a habit of raiding their fridge for treats. His cellphone ringtone went off, causing him to look up from his hands and onto the device. He glared at the blinking screen.

What the hell does he want? he thought, deciding to ignore it. Then, the call ended. But the next second, it rang again, the same name blinking on the screen. Frustrated, Derek flipped open the phone and pressed it against his ear.

"What do you want, Mark?" he snapped.
"Addison--" he blurted out.
"She's gone, Mark. Haven't you heard?" he cut him off.
"No, Derek. Addison. I called her, she picked up." he explained. At the news, Derek shot up from the couch and started pacing.
"What? When? How? What did she say?"
"Nothing. I only heard buzzing. The reception was terrible. But someone picked up. Try calling her." Mark said, his voice as anxious as Derek's. And straight after what Mark had said, Derek said the one thing that he thought he'll never say to his ex-bestfriend ever again.

"Thank you, Mark. Thank you so much."

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Derek paced around the room impatiently, dialing his wife's number for the forth time. The same automated voice came through, indicating that the service was unable to reach Addison's line.

"Damnit!" he cursed under his breathe, hanging up on the line again. Mark was the last person he would want to thank or even speak to. But Derek had believed that Mark was in love with Addison, or at least, love his wife enough as a dear friend to try to reach her and inform him about the news instead of barging into the whole situation and try to help. Derek had to give him credit for not wedging himself in between them this time. And because of Mark's feelings for Addison, be it as a friend or more than a friend, Derek had trusted his call not to be a nasty joke. He dialed the number again, pressing the phone to his ear. At the sound of the ringing tone, his pacing stopped. He shoved a hand through his hair as he stood in the middle of the office.

Pick up, Addie. Pick up pick up pick up...

"Hello?" Derek called out desperately, and as loud as he could as the line went through. "Addison!" he cried out her name. Then, what came back as a response was the continuous buzzing that Mark had mentioned.

The next moment he was rushing down the stairs, heading straight to the locker room in hope to find Miranda that may lead him to Richard. But when he burst in, only the two of her interns were there, but Derek couldn't hold in any longer.

"Addison's alive! They're alive!" he blurted out, then went out of the locker room, his eyes scanning the level for the resident and the chief of surgery.

"What?" George and Cristina cried in unison, leaping off the bench and following the attending out of the locker room.

Derek dashed straight to the nurses' counter, the cellphone still in his hand. "Have you seen the chief?" he asked anxiously, the nurse shook his head. "Or.. or Dr. Bailey?" Another head shaking action again.

"Damnit." he mumbled, but thanked the nurse before he went off again. As he turned around, he was met with a curious Cristina and George. But before they could ask any questions, he spoke.

"Find Richard and Miranda." he instructed, and at that, the both of them went off in different directions. George paging his resident at the counter while Cristina searched the patients' rooms.

"O'Malley!" Alex called out, jogging towards him as he slowly tore his eyes away from the running Derek. "What's going on? Bailey gave assignments early today?"

George shifted his weight onto another leg anxiously. "Dr. Shepherd called Dr. Shepherd. Someone picked up. Cristina is looking for Bailey, I'm waiting for her to return her page here." he explained as slowly as possible.

"Izzie's alive?" Alex exclaimed, hope now lit up in his eyes. Before George could say anything, Alex rushed off, sprinting up the stairs in search of his resident.

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Mark hung up the phone with a sigh of relief. He needs to stop there now, it's all he can do. Somehow, he felt at peace, a small hint of happiness skipped in his heart. He had managed to reach Addison, and as much as it hurt him, he had helped Derek, and in turn, given them another chance to their marriage. He loves Addison, love her in a more-than-friend manner, but her choice is Derek, and there was nothing Mark could do. He leaned back against the couch with a sigh as he drew in a deep breathe, letting his eyes close while he prayed silently that Addison would make it out alright.

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Moments later, the group has gathered in the chief's office as Derek explained the whole situation again as clearly as he could.

"Addison's alive. They're alive, I'm telling you. She picked up the phone!"

"Did she say where they are, how they are, anything?" Miranda asked, her voice remaining calm but it was obvious that the no-nonsense resident was as anxious as every one of them in the room. Derek shook his head, holding up his phone again. He didn't know how many times he had to say it, but he needed to. There was hope. Don't these people have hope?

"BUT she picked up." he repeated, his blue eyes shifting from each one of them in the room.

"But how do you know it's her?" George blurted out, and all eyes turned to him with disbelief.
"What?" he asked innocently. "I'm just--"
"Stop talking, George." Cristina snapped.

"He's right, it could be anyone." Richard pointed out. Then Preston nodded, his arms that were folded in front of his chest were now around Cristina's shoulders. Neither of them bothered with keeping the public affection descrete. Everyone in the room had known of their relationship and there was nothing to hide.

"Keep calling her, Derek. That's their only chance, and our only chance of finding them." Preston suggested. Derek nodded and started inserting Addison's number onto the keypad.

"The FBI." George blurted out as the group was starting to disperse. They all turned back and looked to him curiously.

"The FBI. They know how to track people down with phones and everything, right? I mean, in kidnapping cases that's how they find the victims before the ransom is paid up, no?"

It took a moment for all of them to register what George was suggesting. Alex lunged forward, giving George a tight hug with a pat on his shoulder.

"Man, that's the first right thing you've said all these while."

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The cellphone buzzed again, this time, it wasn't a call, but a message. Meredith and Izzie exchanged looks before pressing on the button to view. It was Derek.

"Addison, please be alright. Live, baby. Live for me. I love you. I will call you again and again and when the reception allows us to get through, do not hang up. I'm coming for you, I promise."

Meredith swallowed at the message, the desperation in the words. It hurt her still to read it, even though she was already starting to move on from Derek. That would probably cause her to move on completey because after reading it, Meredith realised that the love Derek may have for her will never be as much as the love Derek has for Addison. More than 11 years of marriage definitely trumps 3 months of flirting and dating. When Meredith lifted her eyes to Izzie, the intern was eyeing her with concern. It was clear that Meredith wasn't fully over Derek, but how would she react to the message? Meredith shook her head with a smile.

"I'm alright." she assured the taller blonde, then headed over to the bedside and brushed a lock of hair away from the attending's forehead.

"Addison, Mark and Derek called." she told her softly, smiling as she saw a weak smile forming on the attending's lips. "But the reception is bad and we didn't get to talk." she explained, pausing for awhile before going on. "Derek sent you a text message. He said... he said he love you." Meredith forced out, then drew in a deep breathe before continuing. "And he's coming."

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On the plane with the search and rescue team, Derek had his cellphone wired up to the tracking device as he kept dialing his wife's number. Miranda Bailey and George O'Malley were allowed on board with the doctor, to keep him calm and for support purposes. Alex and cristina has been denied the trip because of their obvious, stronger emotional attachments to two of the victims.

"But Dr. Shepherd gets to go!" Cristina had complained. Miranda had shook her head firmly.
"That's because he's family. Are you Meredith's family? No? Then you don't get to go." the resident had argued.

It took only the news of Derek getting through the line once to get the FBI's agreement to help. They felt that even if it wasn't one of the doctors who picked up the phone, the person who did would be a clue that will lead to finding the missing doctors. Finally, the ringing tone came through.

"I'm through." Derek announced, putting a hand up as he waited to give them a signal to start the tracking. And at the precise moment where the line was picked up, Derek flashed a thumbs up and the button was pressed. Like Derek had explained, there were only continuous buzzings. Derek peeked over to the tracking system, watching in hope for a red dot to appear to show the location of where the cellphone is, but there were none.

"It's out of the tracking screen's range. I'm sorry Dr. Shepherd, we'll have to go by trial and error." the agent explained. Derek slumped back down on his seat with a nod. "You make the call of the direction, Doctor." the agent allowed. They didn't want to risk going into three different wrong directions before finding the right one and risk getting the blame of not finding the doctors sooner. Derek closed his eyes and drew in a deep breathe, is fingers stroking the side of his cellphone. The helicopter hovered on the spot in midair as they waited for an answer. Finally, his eyes snapped open.

"South." he said, then nodding to confirm. "Head south."

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"Montgomery's Resident." a different male voice answered montoneously.
"Evan! Are your parents home?" Adele Webber's voice rung through the phone. At the voice, Evan shot up straight from the couch.
"Mrs. Webber! Have they found her? Have they found my baby sister?" he asked anxiously. And at his voice, his parents rushed into the living room. He laid the receiver back and turned on the speaker.

"We don't know yet." Adele said regretfully. "Derek had made a call to Addison's cellphone and someone picked up. The search and rescue team are tracking them down as soon as Derek gets through again." She explained.

Lindsey sighed with a light relief, there was hope that Addison would be alright.

"Don't worry. They will find her. With Derek on board, he wouldn't allow them to stop until she's found. And we all know how he is." Adele assured them. At that, Lindsey smiled as her husband let out a chuckle.

"What can I say? Stubborn as an ox. Addie and him are a match made in heaven." Evan teased, trying to lighten up the tension.

"We call that determination, son." Adele returned the teasing with a light laugh. "Alright, I've gotta go make dinner before Richard comes home. I've finally managed to coax him to get his butt home for dinner this week. I'll call you again if I get any news." she promised.

"Thank you so much, Adele." Lindsey said gratefully.
"What are you talking about? We're like a family. Now if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me. I am able to cook and be on the phone at the same time"
Caleb had to laugh at that. Adele Webber always had a way to lighten things up. "We will, Adele."

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Moments later, the red dot appeared on the tracking map. George was the first to point it out. He had stood up from his seat and inched his way slowly to the screen, pointing a finger gently down at the dot that appeared at the corner of it.

"Look." he breathed out.
"We've got it!" the agent announced, giving a nod and started a transfer of the electronic map to the rest of the team to alert them on the location.

"Why Shepherd, 11 years of marriage had gained you something afterall." Miranda teased, watching as the attending shove a hand through his hair, his lips finally breaking into a small smile.

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The thick sound of blades spinning in the air caused Keethan to leave his chair and headed to the windows in curiosity. Outside, two large planes had landed and several more had surround the house.

"FBI! The house has been surrounded. Surrender now!" a voice boomed out. Keethan turned to his men, all as confused as he was furious. How had the FBI manage to find them? He barged into the room, startling Meredith and Izzie. He glared down at them, then his eyes slowly landed onto the cellphone in Meredith's hands.

"Why you little--"

The sound of the door being kicked down stopped him as he spun around, watching as his men stood helplessly around, all held at gun point. Useless fools! he thought to himself. But there was nothing he could do. Then there was a man that came right through despite being stopped by several FBI agents, a shorter black woman and a white man followed closely behind. Keethan smirked. The husband. he realised as his eyes fell onto Derek. Ignoring Meredith, Keethan tugged Addison out of bed by her arm forcefully, backhanding Izzie as she tried to stop him and dragged her out to the open, pulling a knife out from his pocket and held Addison in a chokehold.

Addison, who was semi-conscious stumbled out, feeling herself dragged helplessly out of the room. She was exhausted, her body was exhausted. Days before she had barely moved except for when the nausea hits. The nutrients that went into her body was definitely alot lesser than all those that came out day after day. She felt her body pressed against that of a man and a sharp, glimmering blade placed right in front of her throat. She lifted her eyes forcefully and met her husband's blue ones. He came. she thought, struggling to stay awake. But when a sharp pain shot through her lower abdomen, the darkness that start to close in on her vision to take over.

"Addison!" Derek called out desperately as he witness his wife's eyes flutter close while her body fell limp against the body of another man. The blade was pushed furthur up against her throat when Derek took a step forward. Noticing the action, he stopped immediately, swallowing as their eyes locked.

"What do you want?" he asked.

Keethan's eyes flickered over his son on the bed and back to Derek.

"Fix my boy, and I'll spare your wife and your child." he sneered.

My child? Derek thought in confusion, and it took him the next second to realise that Addison is pregnant. Slowly, Derek nodded.

"Alright, but we need to bring him to the hospital so I can examine him to find out what is wrong." he explained slowly, his eyes fixed onto the blade while his heart thumped against his chest. When Keethan shook his head and started to argue, Miranda jumped in, cutting him off.

"That is the only way out if you want your son to live." she said.

"Dr. Shepherd is the best, and he's your only chance." George added. Then reluctantly, he nodded. The agents stationed around the house parted, allowing the paramedics access to the boy.

"Wait!" George said, stopping the paramedics in their tracks. "Where's Izzie and Meredith?" he asked, turning to Keethan fiercely.

"I don't know who you are talking about." Keethan snapped.

"The other two doctors. Where are they?"

Keethan laughed. "Oooh. You're not getting to them until he fixes my son." he said. But George shook his head firmly.

"They're not taking your son until they get the doctors out."

Derek shot George a dagger glare. What the hell is he doing? he thought, surprised at the intern's authoritative speech and at the same time, raged by the fact that the intern was playing with his wife's life. George ignored the glare and went on even when Keethan continue to press the knife against Addison's throat firmly.

"Your son is not getting on the plane until everyone else is." he said firmly, his blue eyes never once leaving Keethan's gaze. "Dr. Shepherd is your only chance. You kill his wife, he'll never help you." he pointed out.

Letting out a defeated grunt, he gestured his head to the room, allowing the group of paramedics to go in, accompanied by a few armed men. Little did he know, one of them had turned around at the last moment and pointed the rifle against his temple. Keethan started to threaten when he felt another nuzzle pointed at the back of his head.

"Drop the knife." one of them ordered, but Keethan held on firmly.

"You want to see your son, don't you?" Miranda jumped in. After being a parent, she knew how to stir the emotions within another. Keethan's eyes shifted to Miranda and looked at her curiously.

"Do you want to see your son get well?" she asked again, and this time, he nodded.
"Yes." he croaked out.
"Let her go." Miranda coaxed. "Let her go and you'll come out of this alive, and you will be able to see your son get well." she pointed out. Keethan shook his head forcefully. Derek swallowed and casted a glance towards the resident, who took a slow step forward.

"Let her go." she repeated, her tone gentler this time. "Let her go before they shoot you."

Keethan struggled with it, his eyes squeeze shut as he allow a tear to roll down his cheek. He knew the doctor was right, but he had never wanted to end up in the situation he is now. Reluctantly, he released Addison's body, allowing her to fall down to the ground freely as he held his hands above his head. He felt a push at the back of his head, then with a nod, the knife in his hand dropped to the floor with a clink.

It's over. he thought to himself. It was over for him, he's officially a criminal. What his punishment would be, he did not know. But it was worth it. Afterall, his son is going to live.


A/N : Ok, I've decided for this to be the 'named' as the last chapter. But there will be an epilogue up on what happened to the GA characters. Unless, no one wants to read it...