In Which Addison Has Had Enough

"Izzie! Izzie come on!" we hear Alex scream through the bathroom door. He's in there with her now while the rest of us just hover in the hallway. After Denny's death, she left the hospital, came straight here and laid down on the bathroom floor. She hasn't moved since… didn't even change out of her prom dress. We've all taken our turns going into the bathroom trying to convince her to get up from the floor but all our attempts have failed… Soon after, even Alex comes to join us in the hallway.

George turns around to us concerned, "Okay, she's been in there for two days. We have to do something."

"Yeah," I nod.

Alex sighs, "Yeah."

'Yeah," Cristina frowns joining everyone as we look at Meredith.

She just nods, "Yeah… Why are you all looking at me?"

"Well this is familiar territory to you," Cristina speaks up first.

Meredith shakes her head, "There is nothing familiar about this. Unfamiliar. Denny died. The man she loves died."

"Yeah, but you're all dark and twisty inside," she counters.

Meredith looks from me back to Cristina, "Dark and twisty?"

"The mother with the Alzheimer's thing," she explains, "and the father that you don't talk to…"

"The tequila thing, and the inappropriate people thing…" Alex adds.

I whisper to Meredith with a huge smirk on my face, "I'm glad your friends don't know anything about my life…"

"You are dark and twisty inside Meredith," George chimes in, "and now Izzie is dark and twisty inside."

"So now all the sudden I'm the president of people with crappy lives?" Meredith asks.

I whisper, "Seems as so."

"Seriously we have to do something. Someone has to go in there," George says as Meredith finally shoves me for my earlier comments.

It's silent for a moment before George finally caves and goes into the bathroom. From the opening of the door, I can see Izzie staring into space and lying on the floor still in her prom dress.

"I have to get ready for work," Alex sighs and walks off towards his room.

The rest of us go downstairs. We follow Meredith into the kitchen where she goes straight for the bread in the cabinet. I grab a stool at the counter and Cristina sits on the top. Meredith lays out the bread, cheese and turkey sandwich meat onto the counter. She grabs the mayonnaise and the mustard before grabbing a knife out of the drawer. Before you know it, we're all making sandwiches…

Cristina finally questions, "Why are we making sandwiches again?"

"It's what you do when someone dies," Meredith answers while smearing mustard on a slice of bread, "You cook."

"Yeah. I know what to do when someone dies," she sighs, "I am a jew. I know food and death. It's Shiva."

"Is it Shiva even if she's Catholic?" Meredith questions. I shake my head 'no'. She'd have Mass and have a wake. Cristina shrugs her shoulders but I don't think it's my place to comment.

Cristina puts down the piece of sandwich meat she was holding, "Well Shiva's what I know how to do. So yeah. It's Shiva. And if we're sitting Shiva for Denny, then we should order in cause making sandwiches is not the same as cooking."

"Mer, she's right… Stop making sandwiches. I'll order the food because neither one of us can cook," I admit getting up to go upstairs to Meredith's room.

My phone is in my purse somewhere in her room. We've been staying the night here rather than my house the past couple of days. We've been too worried about Izzie to leave… Finding my phone, I scroll through my contacts to this restaurant I dined in my first night in Seattle. No other restaurant has compared so I know it'll be perfect for the occasion.

I finish ordering the food and I head back downstairs to the kitchen with my purse in hand. I'm going to have to pick it up in a few. When I come into the kitchen, I noticed they ate all but two of the sandwiches we made and cleaned up the things we didn't use.

My pager goes off. I look at it and frown, "Damn it. I have to go." I reach into my purse pulling out my wallet, "Here's my card and I'll text you the address to the restaurant. The food should be ready in like two hours. Call me if you need anything."

"Here," Meredith says kissing me and handing me the last two sandwiches before I head out of the door.

Running into hospital, I head straight up to NICU where my page was from. I reach the Nurse's station on the floor and I don't even have to question her before she points to my destination. I walk into a patient room to find Dr. Karev with a newborn.

"Karev?" I ask while putting on gloves.

"Premature newborn with Petechia."

"What's his platelet count?"

"17,000."

"17,000?" I let out a little gasp, "Did you transfuse platelets?"

"Yes, but it didn't help."

"Where's the mother?"

"I don't know."

No, Karev. Not with the stupidity thing again… I thought we were past that. I look at him with a shake of my head, "Dr. Karev, I'm not asking you where the mother is for my health. I expect you to use your brain. Where is the mother?"

"I don't know… The baby was found in a trash can at a high school," he explains.

I'm shocked. I look at him confused, "They left him in a trash can?"

"He's got some inner abdominal bleeding on the CT," he says holding up the films, "You wanna run some more tests? Dr. Montgomery?"

"I need a stat ultrasound and for you to infuse 2 grams of IVIG if there is no cranial bleeding," I respond after a pause. I'm still took on the dumb ass that left their kid in a trashcan. Why couldn't they just take him to a fire station? I shake my head, "And find out where the mother is, I need to test for maternal platelet antibodies."

"Can't you just do surgery to fix the abdominal bleeding?"

"If I wanted to kill him, I could do that…" I say with a sigh, "Damn it. Who does this?"

"Dr. Montgomery?" a voice calls out. We turn around to see Nurse Olivia walking into the room, "There's some people here… about the baby."

I make sure the baby is stable and Alex goes off to run tests while I make my way outside to the waiting room. Olivia points me in the direction of four teenage girls and their parents, who are bickering. I walk over and it's like they don't even notice I'm sure through all the yelling.

"Shannon gets straight A's!"

"So what my daughter gets a B in math and suddenly she's birthing babies in toilet stalls?" the one father here says in retort.

I clear my throat, "I'm Dr. Montgomery. I've been treating the newborn. He has an emergent blood condition. And I need to know whose baby it is I'm dealing with."

"We'd all like to know that. Sarah, talk."

"I don't know anything about any baby, Mom," she replies.

Another one of the girls chim in, "None of us do."

"Well one of you must know something, otherwise you wouldn't be here," I say trying to hold back an eyeroll. I hate teenaged girls.

The last mother to speak up looks at me and says, "Look, Our girls… the principal said they were the last people in the bathroom before the baby was found. So we just thought, before the police show up…"

"One of you knows and you better confess. I don't want my Lisa messed up in this," says the dad.

The woman I'm assuming is Shannon's mother speaks up this time, "The police will be here soon. Can't you just do some sort of DNA test so the rest of us can get out of here?"

"DNA results take days and frankly I'm not concerned with getting the rest of you 'out of here'," I say trying not to get angry, "If this baby isn't treated, he's going to die. Now I can do vaginal exams on each of the girls…"

"Karen, my daughter, is 14 years old! She's not sexually active! And I won't have you violating her body!" the mom yells at me.

The dad rolls his eyes at her, "You won't have it cause you know it's your kid." He looks to me, "Listen, you have my consent to do whatever it takes to prove my Lisa's innocence."

"You are a sick bastard, you know that?" she says in reply.

I can't help but roll my eyes as well. I look from the parents to the girls, "A child's life is in jeopardy here. And it's not your consent that I need."

"We didn't do anything wrong."

"Yeah, just cause we were in there doesn't mean it's our baby."

"Do we look like the kind of girls who get pregnant and throw their kids in the trash?" the girl I've come to know as Sarah asks looking up to me.

I hadn't even realized that Alex had come back from running tests. He walks up to the girls, "You want to see him?"

"Who?" one of the girls asks.

He shakes his head, "The baby. Your baby."

"It's not our baby."

"I've given you permission to do this, so what's the hang up?"

"The 'hang up' sir, is if you're daughter doesn't want to do it, I can't force her," I explain again.

Sarah's mother looks at me confused, "They're 14. They're minors. We still have a say."

"No you don't," the chief explains, "If someone doesn't want to submit to a vaginal exam they don't have to. It's the law."

"Alright, that's it. I'm taking Lisa home."

"You do that sir, and I will have you arrested before you hit the parking lot," the chief finishes.

We're in the conference room now. The girls had gone with Dr. Karev to see the baby and we've been in here talking the parents down. They're all pretty freaked about the situation but my question is how did they not know their kid was pregnant.

"The law isn't the only thing in play here," I say looking over my shoulder when the door opens. It's just Karev. I look back to the parents, "If I do the vaginal exam and the girl's a virgin, there could be bleeding undue trauma, not to mention emotional stress."

"Well if I had to take a guess as to who's kid won't have to worry about that…" Shannon's mother starts but doesn't finished.

One of the moms get offended turning around to her, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It'd just be nice if Karen had a curfew."

"Oh, at least she's not a shoplifter."

"Oh Shannon stole one lipstick when she was 9. Get over it."

"I know for a fact that my Lisa is a virgin."

"And how do you know that?" Sarah's mother asks.

He looks at her like she's crazy and yells, "Because she's only 14 years old!"

"They're all 14!"

I can't take this anymore. I leave out of the room followed by Richard and Alex making our way over to the NICU. We're soon back by the baby's side. He's so innocent in all of this.

I just shake my head looking down at him, "Safe haven laws- all those girls would have had to do was to drop that baby off at a fire station, or a hospital. Now… it's a mess."

"What are our options here?" Richard asks looking over to me.

I shrug as I run through my brain of possible options, "Blood typing. We take a sample from each of the girls. The baby's blood type is double O. If the girls are A or B it means the baby's not theirs."

"Do it," he says sending Alex off to run the labs.

The Chief leaves soon after but I stay here playing with the baby. He shouldn't have to be alone. It's not fair to him. He didn't do anything but come into the world and he couldn't do they by himself. I get that you're scared but come on, you could've taken him to a hospital, a fire station, anything… not leave the baby alone to die.

I hear the NICU doors open and soon after Alex's voice, "How do you not know your kid's pregnant?"

"You love your kids," I say in response, "You want to see the best in them."

"Well then how do you have a baby and throw it in a trash can?"

"Something happens," I pause, "You panic. You freeze, and you hide it and pretend like it didn't happen I get that."

"You get that?"

"I do. I just don't get what comes afterward. I don't get how you go back to class and pretend everything's fine. Everything is not fine," I finish.

A doctor comes into the NICU handing Alex a piece of paper. He looks at them intently, "It's the blood results. Karen and Lisa are not a match."

"And then there were two," I say with a nod letting Alex know he can go to get the remaining two girls.

Soon enough, Alex comes back into the room with Shannon and Sarah following closely behind. They all walk over to the incubator where I'm standing. I back up a little so the girls can get a better look at him. I was hoping that they would just confess after seeing him but it wasn't that easy the first go around so I'm sure it won't be the second.

I clear my throat before speaking up, "There he is. That's your son. I want you both to look at him. Because it's not true you did nothing wrong. You both are wrong. You're wrong for covering this up, you're wrong for lying about it. You're wrong for letting this little baby, this sweet, innocent little boy suffer like this. He's dying and it's your fault. It's both of your faults. And the thing is, the truth will come out. In time it will come out, it always does… it just does. And when it does, this baby will be dead."

"Shannon…"

"Don't tell my mom okay?" the young girl looks up to me.

I take her into a hug, "Thank you. Thank you for telling the truth."

After saving the baby, I sadly escorted Shannon to the authorities. I wonder what's going to happen to the baby. It's out of my hands now…

"Poor little guy," I say leaned over the incubator, "The minute he's okay we have to turn him over to a mother who's going to juvie and grandparents who were so clueless they didn't even realize their daughter was even pregnant. Imagine the kind of childhood he's going to have."

"You can get over a bad childhood," Alex says looking over to me, "You can have the worst crap in the world happen to you and you can get over it. All you have to do is survive."

I keep his words in mind as I take that silent drive back to Meredith's house. I can't help but think about my horrible childhood with my non-existent alcoholic parents and realize that I came out pretty much okay. I mean, I'm not exactly over my past but I haven't let it control me. That's a good thing right?

Luckily, Meredith lives pretty close and I'm not left alone to my thoughts for long. I pull into Meredith's driveway, park my car and let myself into her house with my key. It's quiet which is unusual for the frat house. Maybe the rest of the interns haven't come home yet.

"Meredith?" I call out making my way up the stairs. It's when I'm walking down the hall that I pass by the infamous bathroom that I see Meredith lying on the floor with Izzie.

I peek inside just in time to see Izzie grab Meredith's arm and stand up. She looks at me then back to Meredith before taking a deep breath, "I'm ready."

"Okay," Meredith whispers and I walk in completely to help her out of her prom dress.

It's been three days since we got Izzie up off the floor; that makes five days since Denny's death… and honestly, I still don't think Izzie is completely here. I say this because ever since we got her up off the floor she hasn't stopped baking. I know this because Meredith and I have been staying the night at her house to make sure Izzie wouldn't be alone or to be here in case she needed something but she hasn't stepped foot out of the kitchen.

We're heading to work this morning and on our way out, we stop by the kitchen and see Izzie surrounded by dozens of muffins. I'm talking every inch of the kitchen is covered in muffins like you can't even see the counters or the tables. If she made anymore, she'd have to start putting them on the floor.

Izzie doesn't even notice our presence because she so consumed in her baked goods. We hear her speak under her breath, "That's enough muffins. We don't need all these. No more muffins." Yet she goes to make another batch and we head off to work without saying goodbye.

I kiss Meredith passionately before we split ways coming into the hospital. My first stop is my office and her's I'm assuming is rounds. I have a routine c-section scheduled for this morning but other than that, my day seems pretty clear. Maybe Meredith and I could grab a quick lunch if she isn't too busy later.

After I finish up my surgery, I'm paged down to the ER. The nurse at the station points me in the direction of Dr. Bailey and I make my way over to her. We're talking about a patient of her and Dr. Saroyan's that they want me to scrub in on when the interns come up behind us lurking.

I watch as Meredith motions to George to go over to Miranda and I chuckle whispering over to her, "Miranda, it looks as though your children need you."

Miranda rolls her eyes as George walks up, "So… um Dr. Bailey?"

"Surgeons don't say 'um' Dr. O'Malley. You want to be a surgeon, learn to speak like one," she says basically ignoring him.

Alex walks over, "Look he wants you to talk to the chief about Izzie…"

"She's just baking… a lot of baking, and it seems a waste for all her talent and medical skills to go into muffins," he pauses, "We just thought you might be willing to help…"

"Stop… talking."

"Yes ma'am," George as they follow us to the patient room where we meet up with Dr. Saroyan.

"Well, good morning. Charlotte, Ruth."

"Good Morning Dr. Saroyan," one of the sisters respond.

Dr. Saroyan nods to her, "Morning."

"It doesn't feel like a very good morning to me I have to have brain surgery today," Charlotte speaks but I'm not really paying attention. I told Meredith I was feeling a little vulnerable last night and she cuddled me until I fell asleep. I really love this girl and I can't keep my eyes off her. "Pretty scary. Plus my sister's nervous, and when she gets nervous she sweats, and the windows in here don't open so it's pretty rank."

"Charlotte…" Ruth scolds her.

She looks up to her sister, "Was I rude, Ruthie?"

"Let's let the doctors talk," she replies.

Miranda motions for Cristina to present, "Charlotte O'Leary, 32 and 18 weeks pregnant. In for the removal of a brain tumor that's pushing on her frontal temporal lobe. Clearly it's affecting her impulse control."

"It makes me say everything I think, which apparently is annoying. This doctor looks annoyed anyway. Although it's hard to tell, cause she always has kind of a pinched uptight look on her face," she says looking at Cristina. I stifle a laugh, "Am I annoying you?"

"It's fine," Cristina answers.

Ruth shakes her head, "You can't say it's fine. She doesn't perceive sarcasm or irony. If she's annoying you, you have to tell her."

"Maybe I'm not annoying her, Ruthie," she says to her sister.

Cristina shakes her head, "No, you are."

"Dr. Yang…" Bailey scolds.

Cristina shrugs, "Well, she asked."

"Ok, Dr. Yang, pinched and annoyed, though she may be, is going to be prepping you for surgery today," I say stepping up out of the crowd, "I'm going to be in the surgery as well, to monitor the baby. Do you have any questions for me?"

"Is that blonde your girlfriend?" she asks looking at Meredith and I blush, "Cause the way you keep looking at her, you might as well mount her right here and now."

"Charlotte," Ruth scolds.

She looks from her sister back to me, "I'm sorry, was that rude?"

Leaving out the room, I walk with Miranda back over to the Nurse's station with the interns following closely behind. I'm slightly embarrassed by Charlotte's comment but it's okay. It's not like we aren't public. Everyone knows about us.

Miranda clears her throat, turning around to face the interns, "I'm proud of you all. You make me proud. You reflect on me well. Grey, if you think you can keep you clothes on long enough to follow up the labs, I'd appreciate it." I whisper a sorry to her as Miranda continues on, "O'Malley, cover in the pit."

"Here's her chart," I say handing the chart over to Alex, "You impressed me yesterday, Karev. Keep it up."

"Karev, Yang, prep your patient. O'Malley, pit, Grey, charts," she pauses then looks at them all intensely, "All four of you, do not make me regret setting you loose in this hospital. O'Malley, what I mean by that?"

"You mean to check with you before we cut any wires or steal any hearts," he says.

She looks at him like he's crazy and I hold back a laugh. It's still too fresh, O'Malley…

"Are you trying to be clever?"

"No ma'am."

"Better not be," she says walking off.

I turn back to the interns with a pleasant smile on my face as George exclaims, "Holy crap!"

"The Nazi is definitely back," Cristina says with a smile.

Alex cheeses even harder, "Better than ever."

"Addie," I hear Meredith say with a pout as she comes up to me.

I don't have time to fully respond to her adorable face when a classy, older woman walks up to Cristina. I don't think I've ever seen Cristina more nervous as she is at a lost for words, "Oh, Mrs Burke… Hi I'm Cristina. I may have said that earlier.. But…"

"Did I hear you refer to Miranda Bailey as a Nazi?"

"No. Well… I mean yes, but…"

"You do understand that the Nazi's were responsible for the worst genocide in the history of man. And a racist genocide at that. I would think that as a woman of color and a doctor, no less, that you would think twice about using that word as a punchline."

"I will think about that in the future Mrs. Burke," she replied in defeat.

I decide to step in and help her, "Mrs. Burke? Preston's mother?"

"Yes, and you are?"

"I'm Dr. Montgomery, Preston and I are good friends," I say shaking her hand.

She smiles at me, "Oh, Dr. Montgomery. I've heard a lot about you; brilliant surgeon. And a gorgeous young woman too. Your mother must be very proud. Do you mind, Dr. Montgomery, if I borrow your young intern for a cup of coffee? I'll bring her right back."

"No problem. Dr. Grey can cover for Cristina," I say without thinking.

Meredith looks at me like she was caught off guard, "I'm sorry?"

"Dr. Grey is very busy. She has charts to do for Bailey. Bailey is on the warpath," Cristina pauses realizing what she's said and tries to correct it, "Oh, not a German warpath. It's a hospital warpath."

"I'll take care of Bailey," I say to Cristina then I turn to Mrs. Burke, "Enjoy your coffee date, ladies. It was nice meeting you."

"Thank you," she responds.

Cristina looks from me to Preston's mother, "I'll um… I just have this one quick… I'll meet you in the cafeteria in a couple of minutes, is that alright?"

"Yes, I look forward to it," she says walking off.

I turn to Cristina, "Sorry. She made me nervous so…"

"It's okay… I'm already learning you can't say no to Mama Burke," she says walking off.

Meredith turns back to me with a pout, "Addie…"

"Yes, my love?" I ask looking down to her.

She gives me this look in her eyes and I know exactly what she wants… It's not like I could resist anyway… Before you know it, Meredith and I dash into the nearest empty on-call room closing and locking the door behind us.

When we come out of the on-call room, we hear a rumor about a patient coming in who literally has a tree stuck in him. They're calling him the treeboy… I don't even have to ask Meredith if she wants to go sit in on the surgery because I know her so well. We make our way up to the gallery. Just about everyone is in here including Cristina and George. I wonder how coffee went.

Bailey's voice down in the OR called me out of my thoughts, "His kidney's gone. No way to save it."

"Just focus on keeping the renal artery under control," the Chief coaches.

Miranda speaks up, "I have another bleeder."

"Ok pace yourself everybody. We have a long way to go," he says then looks to Dr. Karev, "We have enough blood standing by?"

"Yes sir."

"Is that a tree?" George asks looking down on the OR.

Cristina ignores him and keeps talking to Meredith, "His mother rivals my mother. And that is saying something."

"They're operating around it?"

"Both dark and evil," Cristina shivers then turns back to the OR gesturing for Dr. O'Malley to move, "You're blocking my view, George."

"I miss dirty stripper, Cristina. She was fun. A lot less angry," Meredith says and I can't help but laugh to myself.

It's like Cristina doesn't even hear her because she's still ranting, "Next time I see her, if she even looks at me sideways, I'm telling her what I think. She wants to call me racist?"

"What?" George asks confused.

Cristina turns back to Meredith, "I'll call her sexist. Change my career after I'm married? What is this, 1953? She comes at me, I'm going there."

"I think you should," she agrees, "I think we all should just go there. You know, tell the truth. Spit it out. Go with your gut. Follow your instincts."

"I miss philandering whore Meredith. She was trashy and much less idyllic," Cristina says and this time it makes me laugh out loud.

Meredith shoves me in my side then turns back to Cristina, "I made a choice."

"Whatever. I want my patient back. You know, the one you stole after Mama cornered me?" Cristina says.

Meredith nods, "That's okay. It's my day to check on Izzie anyway."

I'm not doing anything and Meredith went home to check on Izzie so I decide to go down to our patient's room to see if Cristina needs any help prepping the patient because I know from earlier that Charlotte isn't easy to be around. It looks as though I've come in on a bad time…

"Do you have a boyfriend? Do you have a boyfriend? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"She's going to keep asking 'til you answer."

"Yes. I have a boyfriend," Cristina says while trying to do the final exam before prepping, "Can you look here?"

"If I had a boyfriend, I would definitely not be as angry as you," she says and I hold back a laugh. I've often wondered why Cristina was so angry. "Why are you so angry? Is it because you're frigid? Or he's frigid? Or…"

"Nobody's frigid," she cuts her off, "His mother called me selfish."

"Are you selfish? Cause you do seem kind of self-obsessed to me."

"Charlotte…" her sister scolds.

Cristina waves it off, "I'm a surgeon. In order to be a surgeon, a certain amount of self- obsession is necessary. My boyfriend gets that. If his mother doesn't. It's her problem."

"I used to have a boyfriend. When I got the tumer, he understood. He tried to understand. He loved me. But his mother didn't. My offending everyone offended her. And he said he didn't care what his mother thought. But in the end he did care, 'cause now it's two years later and I'm having brain surgery, and only my fat sister Ruth is with me."

"Charlotte, that was kind of rude," Cristina says this time.

Charlotte looks up at her sister, "Sorry."

The OR is prepped and ready, their wheeling Charlotte in now. The team's all there and it's just Cristina, Dr. Saroyan and I who are still scrubbing in. We finish roughly around the same time and get gowned up before walking into the OR.

"If the tumor is removed, is it going to bring her old personality back?" Cristina asks Dr. Saroyan.

Dr. Saroyan stands over a now sleeping Charlotte, "If we get the tumor out and Charlotte and her baby lives, anything else is icing on the cake… Ten-blade."

About thirty minutes into the surgery, we start running into complications. Dr. Saroyan looks deep into the patient's brain, "You see that right there? It's too close to the cavernous sinus. Suction." It's put right into her hands, "I've got a bleeder. The brain is starting to swell. Her heart can't take it. Yang get those paddles. Move!"

Chaos starts to happen as people run throughout the OR. Cristina is back at he side within a second with the paddles in hand. She looks up before shocking, "Clear!"

"No change," I say looking at the monitor, "Epi and atropine are in."

"Still in v-fib."

"Shock her again."

I walk out of the hospital with one goal in mind. I don't pass 'GO', I don't collect two hundred dollars. I just walk straight across the street to the Emerald City bar. Walking in, taking off my coat, I spot Meredith in our usual booth. I walk over to her and I watch as she motions to Joe. I try to wave enthusiastically but I've lost all my enthusiasm these last couple of days.

I'm greeting at my seat with a Gin & Tonic and I couldn't be more grateful. I thank Joe as he goes back to the bar. I turn back to Meredith and I wonder what she's doing here. I thought she'd be home with Izzie.

"Izzie wasn't home," she says reading my mind, "but how was the surgery?"

"Charlotte and her baby died," I say quietly as Meredith takes my head into hers.

I don't know how much longer after that, that Miranda comes into the bar with Alex and George but I have about six empty glasses in front of me and Meredith has about eight empty shot glasses so I'm assuming that we've been here awhile. I'm told that Miranda wants to speak with Izzie and the interns figured since it was Meredith's day that she'd be with her.

Hopefully Izzie is back at the house now because that's where we're headed. We all pile up in Meredith's truck with Alex driving except Miranda. She drives herself. We walk into the house to find Izzie in the kitchen making more muffins. I'm too intoxicated to really comprehend what's going on.

I just see Izzie look up at us and shoo us away, "I'm busy you guys, leave me alone."

"Izzie…" Miranda says coming out from behind us. We stand in the foyer as we watch Miranda walk over to Izzie in the kitchen, "I went soft. I had a baby and I swore it wouldn't change me. It just… it does change you. I got tired. I got busy, and I stopped teaching. I stopped teaching when you needed a teacher the most."

"You couldn't have stopped me."

"Yes, I could have. You couldn't have stopped you, but I could have. And in the past I would have. I went soft, and I'm partly to blame for what happened. So, I want you to come back. You'll talk to the Chief, we'll work it out because you're talented, and capable, and we all make mistakesㅡ and it's enough muffins," she says grabbing the spoon from Izzie's hand.