A/n: This story is compete at 7 chapters not including prologue.
Disclaimer: I am a broke college kid I own nothing
Chapter 3
Amelia and Charlotte had flown with me down to Seattle spending most of the flight telling me it was going to be ok, but there were only three people in the world that I would panic over like this; Amelia, Alex and Charlotte. Charlotte had driven me to the hospital, it was the first time I saw it as Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital. I walked up to the information desk.
"I need to talk to Derek Shepherd," I snapped.
"Who are you?" She asked calmly.
"I'm Addison, I'm here about a patient," I told her.
"Patients name," she said, I didn't know what to say to that. Did I say Alex Cabot? Derek handy said her name over the phone would he have put her name on the chart?
"Can you just get me Derek?" I asked starting to worry more, the nurse looked at me
"Look I can't get you a doctor till I know what patient you're here to see," she said
"I don't know the patents name ok! I took a bullet out of her eight years ago," I was practicality screaming I was so upset, "the US Marshals asked me to sign a death certificate for her, if she is supposed to be dead than I don't know what name she would go by now, so get me Derek! Now!" I turned ready storming part the desk, Charlotte grabbed my arm pulling me so she could wrap her arms around me and hold me. I felt the tears hot on my face, there were too many emotions coursing threw my body to focus on any one of them; I was so angry at the stupid nurse, and I was scared so scared that Alex was hurt.
"Dr. Shepard is in surgery," the nurse said and that was it, I knew where the ORs were, and that was where I was going. I walked down the hall I knew Char and Amelia were following me.
It wasn't till I was on the OR floor that someone tried to stop me.
"Mrs you can't be down here," she said. I could tell she was an intern by her scrubs and disheveled look.
"The hell I can't!" I snapped going to pass her.
"This is a stairal area," she tried.
"You don't think I know that?" I snarled forcing past her.
"I'm sorry," I heard Amelia say, I saw a door open, Derek came out blood all over his scrubs, Alex's blood,and I lost every bit of control I had I fell to my knees and cried. Alex my baby Alex was hurt. Derek was covered in her blood, so much blood. Was she even alive? What had happened to her?
"Murphy what the hell did you say to her?" Derek was yelling but I barely noticed. I felt Charlotte kneel beside me and start to rub circles on my back.
"Nothing! All I said was that patients families couldn't be down here," the intern yelled back.
"Take them up to the gallery the find something to do anywhere but here!" Derek snapped.
"I can find the gallery on my own," I hissed clinging to Charlotte and Amelia as I tried to stand. I forced myself to walk up the small staircase and down the hall to the observation room.
By the time I got there Derek had already scrubbed back in. I saw Alex on the table and almost had to leave but I managed to hold it together.
"We need any medical history you can give us, we've already put her under and put plates and pins in the arm, she's got three broken ribs along with many healing fractures. Her clavicles broke through the skin and I need to fix it but there's some long healed fractures there too," Callie's voice came through the intercom. I winced at the thought of Alex hurt let alone this badly.
"The fractures on the clavicle are from eight years ago, she was shot, it nicked the brachial artery she nearly bled out," I paused to think, "blood type is A positive," it was all I could think of while staring down at Alex's broken figure on the table below.
"Thanks, can we get a name to put on the chart finally?" A man asked.
"Um...," I begun, "how far does this go?" I asked.
"The people in this room, I'll leave the chart as Jane Doe but when she wakes up we need something to call her," he said.
"Alex," I made the decision, "Alexandra Renee Cabot," I told them.
"Ok now that that's cleared up, will someone tell me why it was so hard?" He said.
"Well, eight years ago she was the Assistant District Attorney to a sex crimes unit, they caught a case involving a Colombian drug cartel she made them angry so they put a hit out in her. She got shot, DEA pushed her into witsec to keep her alive," I said. I hadn't been able to talk about Alex in so long, not since Mark died. He had been the only person I could talk to about him since he knew, but he was dead.
"Dr. Hunt her husbands in the waiting room throwing a fit, what do I tell him," Miranda Bailey said walking into the OR.
"Tell him nothing, tell him to get the hell out," I said, she looked up at me.
"Addison? Why?" She asked.
"Because, she wouldn't have let a man touch her, willingly let alone marry her, she doesn't do men, never had never would. Men just freak her out ok if she married him she didn't have a choice," I explained, the idea that this husband might have done this to her crossed my mind then. Bailey nodded at me before leaving the OR.
I sat beside the hospital bed, Alex had made it through surgery, I was waiting for her to come out of anesthesia. Charlotte and Amelia had held me all the time we'd been in the observation room. Derek had lead me to the room, I'd waited there till they had brought her in. I saw her eyes fluttering.
"Alex," I said softly reaching out and stroking her hair, she made a soft pain sound.
"Addie," she whimpered.
"I'm right here, god Al, I'm right here, you're safe, I promise you're safe," I was stroking her hair, pressing kisses to her forehead. She reached up to hug me and clung to me, she wouldn't let go, she clung to me whimpering.
"Addie don't leave me, sing leave me to him, please Addie he'll kill me, he said no doctors," she was shaking in my arms, as she cried.
"I won't let him in here, you're safe, it's ok," I told her gently. I had already had security get the man, James, off the hospital property. I heard someone else walk into the room.
"Alex, you're awake," Derek said, hearing my brought me down to earth.
"Derek no name," She said.
"Al, calm down it's ok I called the Marshals they said the sent you a letter, they brought down the cartel last year, it's safe, they said you could go home," she said, I'd never gotten the letter, I assume James threw it out. Just like that Alex was back all of Alex. I knew I had to stand up for myself. This was my life and James didn't own me, not anymore.
"Really," She asked.
"Yes Alex," Derek said from the doorway. Alex sat up slowly. I wanted to tell her to lay back down but I knew she wouldn't listen.
"Addie will you call Liv?" She asked. I nodded still having the special victims unit number saved in my phone. It had been the last bit of Alex I could hang on to so I'd left it. I walked out of the room and dialed the number.
"Manhattan special victims unit, this is detective Rollins," someone I didn't know answered.
"Hi, can I speak with either detective Benson or Stabler," I asked.
"Stabler quit about a year ago, but I'll get benson for you," she said, then it turned to that awful music they play when your on hold. It took about a minuet for her to pick up.
"Benson," was all she said.
"Hi," I didn't know where to start. How do you tell someone that a person that they barried years ago is in fact alive.
"What can I help you with?" She asked curtly.
"Well, I was asked to call you on behalf of a mutual friend," I started.
"Miss can you cut to the chase," she wasn't happy with me I could tell.
"Can you come to Seattle?" I asked.
"I don't know who you are but you need to quit playing games with me," she was angry now.
"Alex Cabot is alive! She's in Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, in Seattle,and she asked for you so I'm calling, that wasn't as gentle as I had intended, now you must really think I'm some sort off nutcase I'm sorry..." I babbled.
"Alex is in Seattle? Alex asked you to call me?" She said so quietly I barely heard her.
"Wait you knew she was alive?" I asked.
After a long pause she said slowly, "yes, can I ask who I'm speaking to?" She asked.
"Addison," I said.
"Oh," she said, "I'll be out there in the next day or so," she said.