Mark was in exam room with a bloody nose.

The teenage girl was being held by security in the basement.

The entire staff at Seattle Grace was gossiping about the allegation of statutory rape made against Mark Sloan.

Chapter 2

"Becca, what have you done?" Melissa Callahan demanded as she stormed into the security office at Seattle Grace hospital.

"Nothing," said Rebecca Callahan sulkily. She was sitting in the corner of the office on a bench, slouching staring deadly ahead.

Rebecca had shoulder length dark brown hair, it was so dark it was almost black. She had green eyes and soft, plump lips similar to the woman who was glaring at her. Rebecca was wearing jeans and an over sized gray hooded sweatshirt, dark circles under her eyes contrasting with her pale skin, her eyes were red rimmed like she had been crying recently.

"Are you this girl's legal guardian?" said one of three security guards in the room.

"I wasn't aware we had found her guardian," said one of the other guards.

"You morons didn't," said Melissa scathingly. "But yes I am her mother, what is going on?"

"Your daughter assaulted one of our members of staff," said a guard.

"Who?" Melissa demanded.

"The kiddie fiddler," said Rebecca.

"Mark Sloan," sighed Melissa. "Becca seriously! How could you even know that he..."

"I googled him," said Rebecca.

"Why would you do that and why would you attack him?"

"I found my birth certificate," said Rebecca. "You should have told me that half of my DNA is rapist."

"Becca," Melissa sighed. "Oh honey, you should have..."

"You should have told me the truth."

"Yes I should have," said Melissa. She had come straight from work, she was wearing a grey fitted, knee length dress and a short black suit jacket, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. She was carrying a black patent clutch and wearing heels that were uncomfortable to even look at. Melissa was 29.

"The police will be here shortly," said one of the guards.

"There is no need for the police, I can assure you Mark Sloan will not be pressing charges," said Melissa dismissively.

"You should send the police to arrest him," Rebecca muttered angrily.

"Be quiet!" said Melissa sharply.

"She caused a scene...the hospital will press charges for breach of the peace," said the security guard.

"The hospital will want this to go away as well trust me," said Melissa. "Becca there is a car waiting outside, I will meet you there in a little while."

"She cannot leave," said the guard. "She wouldn't even tell us her name."

"Go up to the east wing of this place and look up at the name above the door, that is who she is," said Melissa.

"Regardless we have our orders from the Chief of surgery..."

"Fine," snapped Melissa. "I'll go and sort this out. Do you need anything Becca?"

"A baseball bat for Sloan's head."

"I'll be back as quickly as I can," said Melissa. "Keep your mouth shut while I clean up your mess."

"Fine," said Rebecca. "But...you shouldn't have to see that piece of..."

"I can handle Mark Sloan just fine," said Melissa. "We can talk about this properly at home, I think you've got the facts a little muddled."

"You were 15 when I was born you told me that," said Becca. "Is that a fact?"

"Yes."

"My father was 22 according to my birth certificate, is that a fact?"

"Yes but...there are things you just don't understand and I am not about to get into this here," said Melissa. "Just sit tight and I'll be back."

"Fine," Rebecca huffed.

Ten minutes later Melissa was standing outside the exam room, Mark Sloan was inside having his face sutured. She thought it was best to talk to Mark before she talked to the Chief of surgery. She knocked on the door, there was no need to piss him off straight away.

"Come in," she heard him yell, it was muffled like he was holding something over his face.

"Wow look at you," Melissa couldn't help but say when she saw him, Mark was sitting on the edge of the bed with a pack on his face, it was blood soaked from what she could tell the blood was coming from his nose.

"What the hell..." said Mark angrily and then he looked up and saw who it was. "That little psycho kid killed me and I'm in hell!"

"No that little psycho kid is being held by three security guards in a damp basement room, waiting for the police to charge her with assault and breach of the peace," said Melissa casually as if they were talking about the weather.

"Good."

"Yeah the thing is you are going to tell the police that you are not pressing charges," said Melissa.

"Do you know what she screamed at me before she launched herself at me?"

"I can imagine," Melissa muttered.

"What the hell are you doing here anyway?" said Mark bluntly. "Like my day isn't enough of a nightmare."

"Nice to see you too," said Melissa. "I'm here to do some work for the family company."

"Is the old man worm food?"

"No," said Melissa. "He's real sick though, medically sick. So I'm taking care of a few things..anyway that is not why I'm here. You need to make sure that girl does not get charged with anything."

"She accused me of raping her, I have never seen that kid in my life," said Mark outraged. "She is about ten."

"She's thirteen," said Melissa.

"How do you know this? Did you go and shake the little freak's hand? You never did get to punch me like you wanted to."

"I'm her mother you jackass," said Melissa.

"You have a thirteen year old kid?" said Mark disgusted. "Couldn't you even..."

"Let it sink in," said Melissa. "I get that you're not very bright but come on."

"That baby was adopted," said Mark his voice like steel.

"Yeah she was," said Melissa. "Now our daughter is back where she belongs, with her mother."