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: New update. Sorry about the delay. We didn't know how to proceed.

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I won't let this get me, I will fight.

Throughout his life, Preston Burke had it together. He was cool under pressure, he was brilliant, and he was collected. That night, in the OR, he made a choice. If they were going to try it, to try and escape, they couldn't have anyone doing anything that might get them blown up before they had a chance to at least try.

This is why Preston Burke made the call no one seemed willing to make. His cell phone was steady in his hands as he listened to Bailey's phone ring. Everyone was watching him, and the room had lapsed into a silence so eerie they could barely hear one another breathe.

"Dr. Burke." Bailey said as she picked up.

"Dr. Bailey." He said smoothly. "How is everything out there?"

"Preston Burke, for once in your life, you don't have to be so damn smooth." She scolded him. "Is everyone all right?"

"He came in and threatened us." Burke said calmly. "Addison sustained an injury to her leg, but she's stable for the time being. His behavior is escalating Miranda." On the other side of the phone, he could hear her suck in a sharp breath. It was something she did without thinking, something to channel her worry and her fear into an action.

Before she could say anything Burke continued. "I want you to tell the police officers not to do anything to try and rescue us." He said.

"Burke, don't you dare. Don't you dare give up now." She said, in as stern of a tone as she would use if one of her interns were complaining about their assignment.

Burke smiled. "We're not close to giving up." He assured her. "We have a plan, but it will have to be at the last minute, and we can't risk them triggering the explosive before we get a chance to enact it."

"You have a plan?" Bailey repeated, her tone changing to mystified.

"We have a plan." Burke confirmed. "I can't elaborate, but I feel it is our best shot."

"Preston," she barked, using the name no one called him, "You are a surgeon, not a cop. You are not trained for these kinds of situations. You have no experience; you are not Ethan Hunt or James Bond. You don't have a clue what your best shot is!"

"Miranda, I have a gut that I have relied on all my life. Those instincts tell me that this is our best shot. And those instincts are rarely wrong."

There was silence on both ends of the phone line. Bailey thought about them. The interns and the attendings that weaved the tangled web the nurses loved to gossip about. They were dysfunctional as all hell, but if she knew one thing, it was to let them trust their instincts.

"I'll tell them." She conceded finally.

"Thank you Miranda." Burke said. "See you in two hours."

Bailey hung up the phone, feeling a sense of immense pride. Months ago, she had told them to sing the papers for her free clinic because she didn't believe in them anymore. Now, she felt her faith restored. She saw them once again, as the strong people she knew they were. She felt a swell of pride, imagining her interns rising to the occasion. She locked eyes with the chief and nodded.

Richard ushered Agents Wilson and Kidman out of the room, reading Miranda's glance deeply enough to know that this was not a conversation for anyone else to overhear.

"Is everyone okay?" Wilson asked.

Bailey nodded. "Dr. Montgomery was injured when this Montcalm person came into the OR, but she's stable."

"Damn it." Kidman muttered. "He's escalating. He's panicked. We need to move now."

"No." Bailey said. They looked at her like she had pulled a gun on them and revealed that she was the mastermind of the plot. "They have an idea, something that they think is their best shot."

"With all due respect, Dr. Bailey," Agent Kidman began, "They wouldn't know their best shot if it hit them in the face."

"I think we should trust their instincts." Richard said.

"Their instincts," Wilson said, making air quotes around the word, "Are going to get them killed!"

"You obviously no nothing about these people." Bailey said. "To you they're just doctors. Arrogant surgeons with God complexes, and believe me, they are. But they are people. They are human. They love and feel and protect."

"They don't know how to protect themselves from this." Wilson said.

"Mark Sloan has waited fifteen years for a chance with Addison Montgomery." Bailey said suddenly. "He's not giving up now. And Preston Burke is marrying Cristina Yang, no easy feat. And Derek Shepherd? He almost drowned pulling that girl out of Puget Sound, and he'd be damned if he didn't give his life to keep her from getting a scratch on her tiny little body." Bailey said.

She looked the agents in the eyes and glared. "So you tell me again that their instincts to protect the people they love are less than yours."

Kidman and Wilson exchanged glances. Wilson shook her head at Kidman, but he reached out and lightly touched her elbow. "What can we do?" he asked her in a low voice.

Her eyes flashed, but showed she had no answer. "We'll give them time." He said. "We'll do everything we can without interfering."

Wilson lifted her eyes from the floor. "You should both pray for them." She said softly.