Lets keep the ball rolling

Well here's another baby step into the Grey's Anatomy pool. Just so you know, I'm going to let the couples reveal themselves, so you can't bug me on who's with whom. Thank you to fischstix for giving me my first review. This story is based after the episode 'Life as a Tree'.

"We've got Mark Sloan, age 41, shot in the lower thyroid area, badly wounded, and may have a mild concussion." Said Bernie, the ambulance driver.

"Yang, Karev, you've got the other Mc something in Trauma 2. Who else, Bern?" asked the impatient Nazi, ready to get working on the young hotshot.

"We've also got the supposed shooter, Aaron Beatty, who was aiming for his ex-girlfriend, who had had too much to drink, and shot Mark, someone else, and then fired a few random shots and then shot himself in the right side of his chest. He's been bleeding severely when we picked him up." Said the young ambulance driver, Bernie.

"Torres, Grey, you've got the shooter. Stevens, you go and watch. Trauma 3. O'Malley, you stay here, with me." Ordered Bailey. Dutifully, the two surgeons in training and the one surgeon went to save the shooter.

"Now, the last one we have is…"

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"Where is Addison?" asked Derek, who hadn't seen his wife since he had walked into the hotel room where she had been with his ex- best friend from New York, Mark Sloan.

"No, I haven't seen your…. Wife, still, I guess. Not since I escorted her out of the bar last night." Said Joe, the bartender, who was fixing Derek a 'Hit and Run', which is a coke and Red Bull with a shot of cherry vodka, "Now, you can go on ahead and tell me why you're here and not at the hospital."

Beep, Beep, Beep.

"Sorry, Joe, I'm being paged." Derek downed the last of the drink, slapped ten bucks on the table.

"Have a good day, and don't catch the run of it." Shouted Joe as Derek bolted towards Seattle Grace as the other ambulances sped towards the house of care.

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"Wow, it looks as if he really wanted to die." Commented Callie as she stared at the bullet wound.

"But you've gotta admit, it really is romantic. Dying for someone you love. I wish I had someone like that." Sighed Izzie as she sat down, watching them address the wound.

"But you do."

"I do?"

"Yes, you do. Alex. The way he stares at you, Iz, its just the bees knees."

"Huh? Bees Knees? What's that?"

"It's the best of the best. You know, like when you're watching a movie, and you see the underdog, and you root for him, but you know that the girl will probably go for the hotter guy?" Izzie nodded, "Well, when she leaves the hotter guy for the underdog, you cheer. It's the best feeling in the world. The absolute best. That's what you and Alex bring out in each other. The absolute best. You've just never let him in."

"I've let him in before."

Meredith entered the room, "What are we talking about?"

"Izzie and Alex, and how she's never let him in."

Meredith sighed, "Really, you haven't. The only person that you let in is gone, Izzie, and the closest you have to the perfect man is the ass in the next room that loves you so much, and he let you go. He let you have the perfect adventure. He let you have the love of your life, and held you when you fell."

Derek walked in, "Have any of you seen Bailey? She paged me."

Meredith nodded, "She just went into Trauma One."

A/N : I have no idea how this story got so popular. I don't know how to end it, so enjoy what I write.