Title: Breathe
Authors: Sara And Lizzie
Rating: T for language, mild sex
Disclaimer: It would be nice to own grey's anatomy, sadly all we own are a lot of high priced shoes and handbags, and both seasons on dvd.
Summary: A month or so after Meredith's near death experience, tragedy strikes Seattle Grace again in the form of a robbery gone wrong. A hostage situation takes place in the OR. Nine lives hang in the balance as they wait to live, die, or just get blown up.
Author's Note: Wow. The last time we updated this? Feels like years ago. This particular little story is giving us trouble. Because we have all these things we want to happen, right? But the execution of them is hard. Because we want it to be in character, believable, etc. So bear with us.
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There's no going back on the plans we've made.
He was being interviewed by the woman. She was pretty. Strawberry blonde hair, wide green eyes and freckled skin. She was flawless in her interview. She shut the door to the dimly lit linen closet the hospital had supplied to serve as an interrogation room. She moved in the way that showed off the gun sitting in its holster at her waist. She was intimidating, frightening and breathtaking. But she had no effect on him at all.
So set in his convictions he was that not even this though as nails federal agent could frighten him. He had everything planned out. And now, no one could stop them. Montcalm assured him that everything would go according to plan.
Wilson sat down and smiled prettily, throwing him off. "Hello, doctor." She greeted him. "I'm Agent Wilson, but if you have any questions, feel free to call me Dianna." She smiled again. "So, how did you make your way onto this committee?" she asked cheerily, sounding more like an over enthusiastic reporter than a national security agent.
"We've been researching together for a decade and a half." He answered, wincing at how tentative his voice sounded. The doctor steeled himself. She was playing him. She was doing this to everyone. The only reason he noticed is because he was guilty.
"And specimen 435?"
"Was an accident." He said smoothly. "Your government came to us. They wanted something. A small scale, powerful agent. Pump it into caves. That sort of thing."
Wilson nodded. "But 435 isn't small scale."
"That part was the accident." He said, attempting to look remorseful.
Wilson nodded, shifting her demeanor. She leaned forward, her eyes bright and interesting. "It's amazing that you can create something so powerful." She breathed in awe. He smiled to himself. It was amazing.
Agent Wilson felt a twinge in her gut as the expression flitted across his face. A tiny alarm bell went off inside of her. She was an expert at reading people, and there were volumes in the expression she had just seen. As quickly as she had been awestruck and impressed, she became cold.
"Have you ever heard of Henry Montcalm?" she asked briskly.
He fidgeted ever so slightly. She sounded so angry now, and he knew one wrong move and she would be able to read it all in his face. He shook his head no.
Wilson raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips. "That's good for you." She said shaking her head. "Because Montcalm duped one of you. My guess is that he promised someone he had it all figured out. He would go in, get the specimen, get out with the one who he was working with and catapult them to eternal glory."
He suppressed a grin. That is exactly what Montcalm was making happen right now. Agent Wilson smirked. "I'll let you in on a little secret." She said, leaning across the table, before getting up to pace back and forth in front of him. "Montcalm's a liar." She said. "He's not an idiot. He knows this place is surrounded. He knows it is. Seattle PD. National security. Counter Terror. His chances of making it out of here alive are slim to none. His chances of nabbing a doctor under house arrest and making it out alive? Zero."
"Montcalm knows he's probably going to get caught." She continues. "He's not going to give up the names of any of his superiors. Or anyone in his organization. But he's going to give up the doctor. So you tell your colleagues. Come forward. Before he does." She said, flashing him one more smile, before walking out the door and slamming it behind her, leaving him there, cold sweat racing down his back, in a panic.
Meredith was excited. Her heart was pumping fast and adrenaline coursed through her body. And she was excited. It was a long shot, but it was going to work. She could feel it. They were going to get out of this. She opened her mouth to explain, but the door to the OR slid open.
Meredith felt Derek's hand close around her wrist. She looked over and saw, leaning against the wall, legs out straight in front of him. Addison's legs too, were out straight in front of her, but she kept them a noticeable distance from Derek's legs. Meredith would have laughed at it under any other circumstance.
Montcalm came in, accompanied by two men with large guns. He stood before them, looking down at the doctors with an almost pained expression on his face. "Your time is half over, doctors." He said with a sneer. "Five hours have passed and no one has done anything to try and save you. You have five hours left." He said, a muscle in his face twitching in agitation.
"Do you wish to die? Is that why you have done nothing?" He demanded. "You have the ability to persuade your chief to give me what I want. You have the ability to try and save yourselves. But you Americans. You think because you have agencies and law enforcement, you think that will save you."
Derek pulled Meredith closer to him without attracting Montcalm's attention. Caught up in his rant, he didn't notice that they were all huddling closer together. Derek had drawn his legs to his knees, and positioned them slightly in front of Meredith, as if to shield her.
Mark had Addison's hand tightly in his. Burke and Cristina were sitting side by side so close they were almost on top of each other and Izzie was sandwiched between George and Alex.
Montcalm began to pace erratically. "Perhaps I have been too kind to you." He said again. "But rest assured," he shouted, his voice rising, "That in five hours, that kindness will end!" He walked behind the OR table and pushed it over, towards them. With a sickening crunch, it hit Addison's outstretched legs.
As they huddled around her, Montcalm moved towards the OR doors. "You know," Mark shouted. "We know this hospital better than you. We know there's more than one way to leave an OR."
Montcalm didn't disappoint. He gave Mark exactly the response he was looking for. He turned to his guards and narrowed his eyes. "Tell the others. If you hear a disturbance anywhere else on this floor, leave one man at these doors, and the rest follow them." He said pointing at the floor.
Mark locked eyes with Meredith and slid his gaze to the window. She gave a slight nod as Montcalm left through the sliding doors. Mark nodded back as he turned his attention back to Addison. That was exactly the response he had been hoping for.