Title: The Best Laid Plans

Authors: Sara and Lizzie

Rating: T for violence, language, maybe sex

Disclaimer: Obviously the show does not belong to two school girls.

Summary: An OR gets taken hostage by a love struck woman whose fiancé is dying. Meredith gets caught in the cross fire, and no one is safe. But, it's all in the name of love, right?

Author's Note: Yea, it's a cliché, but we're obsessed and back to writing game, so feed our egos and review. We're back from various vacations and are planning to update with fervor. So review. Chapters will get longer, that's a promise.

The security guard manning the cameras called the chief as soon as he saw the girl come in with the gun. He knew that Dr. Shepherd, his wife and an intern were in the danger zone. The chief took one look at the camera and kicked himself for not stationing more security around the lesser used entrances. "Send someone down there. Now."

Shit. Meredith thought. Shit. This was an all around bad situation. Whoever this woman was, she had pushed Meredith into an OR, holding her at gunpoint. Somehow, there was no security down here, and when Derek had left; it was pretty much deserted, aside from a few nurses who were gossiping in a staff room down the hall.

So here she was, in an operating room with some crazy chick, an obviously sick man, and a large gun.

"I'm Rachel. This is what is going to happen. My fiancée is sick. And your hospital won't treat him, because of insurance." She pointed the gun right at Meredith's face. "But I guess you don't really have a choice, do you?"


Derek's knuckles tightened around the chair in front of him as he watched the footage from the security cameras. Chief Webber, Addison, Burke and Christina were in the room with him, watching the screen.

"Dr. Shepherd, you and Addison are lucky you got out when you did." Said Mike Carlington, head of security. "Thirty seconds after you exited the wing, Dr. Grey was taken hostage. Very lucky."

"Thirty seconds?" Addison repeated, incredulous. A lower level officer paused another running tape.

"Twenty eight point six, to be exact." He said. Derek just closed his eyes.


Meredith shook her head, her panic approaching frantic. "No. No, you don't want me. I'm an intern. I don't do things like this by myself. I'm not scrubbed in for surgery. I don't have any medical supplies. One person can't do a surgery. I don't even know what he has." She blurted out quickly.

Rachel's eyes narrowed. Then she smiled. "That's ok. Because you don't need to perform surgery. All you need is to have someone bring you medicine. But act fast. He's in the end of the treatable stage."

For the first time, Meredith noticed that Rachel was wearing a mask over her nose and mouth. Her own eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What does he have?"

Rachel shrugged nonchalantly and tossed Meredith a mask. "SARS." She said, before she cocked the gun and aimed it at Meredith's head. "Put your mask on. It's contagious. Start planning, Dr. Grey. His condition has been getting worse for ten days. You have six hours to administer the best treatment you can. Or I'll kill you."

In the office, two floors, a wing and a world away, Derek threw the chair that he was gripping to the ground.