A/N Hello my lovelies thank you to everyone reading, reviews and alerts, it's nice to know that people are still interested in this. I just want to say that I know I'm a tease I tend to answer some questions but then throw another couple at you, I'm building a story and hopefully it will all make sense at the end so please bear with me.

Thank you to my wonderful Zoda again she goes above and beyond and really is awesome don't know what I'd do without her. Actually I do, there would be no story because she gives me the confidence to post and fixes my very stupid mistakes.

Also thank you to my friend who always encourages me, though she did tell me I might be slightly crazy after she read a bit of this for me. I'm not hurt by it cause I cannot deny the truth…I am slightly insane.

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Chapter 11 – What happened in that room stays in that room!

The Alliance compound was a little run down building on the edge of civilisation. The white washed walls now coloured beige and adorned with cracks from years of neglect and the harsh desert environment. Through the years it had started to merge with its surroundings as it became invisible, enclosed by dust and sand.

Bambi was concealed in the shadows of the rocky cliff face that they had managed to park as close to as possible, the machine doing just one of the many things it had been designed for… it was perfectly camouflaged. They were far enough away from the building that Bambi disappeared nicely and was completely undetectable to the naked eye…hell even someone staring straight at it wouldn't be able to see it. The sand and wind had started to pick up and even though it was mid-afternoon it had started to get dark due to the sand storms that frequently took hold of this part of the outskirts.

Inside the transport the noise from the gale outside had been swallowed by the high pitched laugher of a certain crazy Asian mechanic. Her enjoyment pulsated around the small space of the Kitchen. Cristina continued to laugh vigorously at the vision in front of her. Holding her chest in pain, she was doubled over as she tried to draw in the largest intake of breath she could manage. If you could drown in tears Cristina was sure going to give it a go.

"Yang, I swear if you don't stop laughing I will seriously hit you and I don't hit women…a grease monkey on the other hand!" Mark grew even angrier when the woman continued to laugh as he stood with his arms out looking down at his naked torso.

"OH. MY. GOD…you look…fricken hysterical…" Cristina said in-between gasps; she was just starting to gather herself when Owen walked through the door setting the giggles off again.

Mark and Owen where standing in front of the women in the room with matching shocked expressions on their faces, eyes pleading with Addison that there had to be a better way. Addison just smiled at the two men who stood arms out looking down at their lower halves.

"Do you realise how tight these are and how hard they are to get into, there isn't a lot of room in there." Mark shook his head as he pointed at his crotch.

"Yes…yes indeed! I can see that, everything in there is very snuggly indeed." Addison raised her eyebrow, as Owen's face very quickly became the colour of his hair and tried to cover the crotch of his very, very, tiny tight shiny leather trousers with his hands.

Cristina threw herself back onto the couch before she collapsed due to lack of air. She was still laughing so hard, her attention drawn to the two dumbfounded men that she never saw Addison bite her bottom lip in thought as she looked down at the open bag at her feet. She heaved the large leather bag onto the table top; it hit the table with a clunk as she released it. This was at a more acceptable height for the tall red head as she delved into the bag to look for the elusive items, mumbling and smirking to herself as she went. She smiled in triumph when she finally grabbed the items she had been looking for.

Marks eyes widened in horror when he saw the objects that Addison had brought from her bag, the woman continued to seductively smirk as she stalked towards the men.

"This is for you my love, and maybe if you behave we might try these out for ourselves later…now be good boys and give me your wrists please?" Addison continued to smile at the two men.

Mark and Owen surrendered their arms as the Addison fixed the large sturdy leather cuffs with metal clips onto their wrists. When she was finished with them she made sure to tease Mark as she playfully and slowly lowered herself to kneel in-front of him making sure as she went to run her fingers down the front of the bare chested man. Mark noticeably shivered as the woman had her desired effect on him. Addison looked up into the eyes of the evidently flustered man, maintaining eye contact as she fastened the cuffs onto Marks ankles she smiled as she heard him whimper. Normally this sort of thing wouldn't bother him in a bedroom environment surrounded by women but, he couldn't shake the feeling that he drew the short end of the straw.

"You know this is the only way, you can't go in there just in-case your faces have been plastered all over the place. Burke has probably sent your pictures to every soldier on this side of the central belt so this is why you'll need these!" Addison threw each man the masks she'd picked out for them.

Owen was the first to use his mouth to try and make words instead of the open fly trap that it had been impersonating. His voice though was drowned out by the laughter from the couch again; causing him to look over and give his best not amused face. This in turn caused Cristina to back down - much to Mark and Addison's amusement - Owen seemed to have a magical power in being the only one to get Cristina to stop.

"And how can you be so sure that they don't have your face too, you don't know if you have been connected with us?" Owen stated matter of fact to the Red head who just scoffed at him in enjoyment.

"Sweetie, they will not be looking at my face!" Addison tilted her head slightly showing off a slanted smirk, as she shook her assets at the blushing men. Turning back to her bag, she lifted out a folded piece of shiny white PVC material. Addison spun on her heels to face the amused cheesy grinned mechanic and threw her the article of clothing and mask, Cristina's eyes widened and then her facial features grimaced quickly in realisation.

"Oh FUCK right off! There is no way in hell I'm wearing that!"

Tim looked into the pleading blue eyes of the man underneath him as he saw sympathy…regret, hurt and weirdly a sense of confusion reflecting back at him. With a grunt he forcibly released Avery from his grasp as he made to sit up, his bones and muscles aching from the confrontation.

Tim looked over just in time to watch the back of Callie's head make contact with the assassins face. As the cracking noise echoed the hall he smirked but it was quickly replaced with fear as it all happen so quickly when he saw Callie fall to the ground and Hahn's boot make contact with the brunettes face. Pulling himself up to full height forgetting the pain coursing through his body he made off down the hall to reach his friend as he watched Hahn reach for the baton on her belt.

Avery lay there as still as he could be, as he feigned being down and out. He had a fight of his own raging on inside his mind never mind the fighting going on around him. One part was telling him to stay down and keep out of it and hopefully they'd kill each other and he wouldn't have to pick a side. The other was telling him to do what was right in his heart. Burkes vendetta against the Resistance had just shown him just how stupid this whole situation had become, he had started to question how on earth had he ever thought what Burke was doing was right.

It was like a veil being lifted…a clarity and searing hurt hit him deep as flashes of what he had done in the name of Burke etched into his brain. The people he'd imprisoned…gave the order to kill all in the name of The Alliance. He was a soldier, he followed his leaders but he couldn't for the life of him understand how he hadn't realised until this point just how wrong everything was.

Mentally shaking his confusion from his head he looked over to where Robbins and Hahn were now wrestling each other over the unconscious body of the brunette. Hahn was starting to get the upper hand due to the damage that the two men had done to each other. Avery looked down the hall at the gun he'd kicked away minutes before and pulled himself up and scurried toward the firearm.

"At ease or I'll have no hesitation to shoot, back the hell down!"

As Tim turned around to face the voice, his face fell in disappointment as he saw Avery with the weapon aimed in their direction. He knew he should have listened to his father and trust no-one but he had a split second to think about it and he really thought he had seen something in the young soldier. As he loosened his hold on the woman and faced the boy, Tim felt the all-consuming electrifying pain that started at his neck and branched outward down every nerve, contorting his body into a ball of spasms, as he lost control and travelled unconscious to the floor next to Callie. Hahn smirked and put her stun baton back into the protective cover attached to her belt.

George backed the military SUV slowly and as quietly as he could out of the holding bay, trying not to over rev the engine he slid into the grim. The world around the rocks was engulfed in thick sand filled air. He knew that the noise from the passing storm would drown out any little slips but he'd rather not risk blowing their position just yet. As he got out he straightened his Alliance uniform, looking at himself in the reflection of the vehicle door he gave a little nodded of his head in approval at his appearance and finished the look off by adding the hat.

He couldn't help himself sniggering as he had managed to get the only decent outfit in this crazy plan. Bailey had decided that he was the only one of the men that would probably not have been tied in with the group yet. A Duenna will only visit a compound or an Alliance facility to hand out "playtime" (as the men had so affectionately called it) in the presence of an Alliance officer. So he was wearing one of Tim's uniforms as they were roughly the same height though Tim definitely filled his uniform out better in the abs department. They were sure that the soldiers would just see the Duenna with her gifts and the uniform George was wearing would be a fleeting thought.

When he could still hear all the bitching going on inside the transport, he watched Cristina and Bailey argue with each other. The two women stood looking as though they were going to tear each other's heads off. Both of them were a picture wearing matching white PVC sexy nurses uniforms and matching white masks that covered a good portion of their faces, all he could do was shake his head at the vision of tits and ass on display.

Addison was adding the finishing touches to a still whining Mark. Owen had shut up long ago realising that there was no getting out of it. As Owen put his mask on he was relieved that Addison had decided to give him the half head mask that covered his hair, he knew the need for the mask but the thought of anything covering his mouth just freaked him out. He'd also been quite happy when Addison handed him a PVC sleeveless top with a front zip, although he looked and felt ridiculous he was appreciative of the covering, though not lacking any muscle tone standing next to Mark, his skin tone was noticeably pale in contrast.

Addison had her bondage outfit on which basically consisted of black sexy underwear, suspenders and a long tight leather jacket that zipped at the front. It started just under her breasts and finishing just below her belly button creating a sort of corset effect before it fanned out. Mark would have loved the image of Addison anywhere else but knowing that he was going into that compound, he had the heard whispers about what some of the more outward bound soldiers did in their spare time, away for months at a time only each other for company. It was hypocrisy at its best these soldiers arresting innocent people who just happened to love someone of the same sex when some of these guys just did it to get off…one set of rules for the general populace and another set for those in power.

Addison looked into Marks eyes trying to show him that she had him; she needed him to trust her and calm down. Moving close to his ear she whispered to him that the mask was going to affect his hearing but she would help him.

"Don't worry sweetie, I won't let them do anything to you…I'm always in control!"

Mark agreed psyching himself up, he took one last deep breath before Addison pulled the full mask over his head. She felt his breathing increase as he panicked slightly at the new experience, the mask was claustrophobic and it only had a soft mesh area at the eyes, nose and mouth section.

Addison was correct, there was no way to hear properly and everything was just muffled sound, his vision was blurry and the mouth piece was unyielding, the only thing he could manage was mumbles. With limited senses Mark recognised he was going to have to put complete trust in the red head, Addison herself knew this and it filled her with thoughts of mischief.

George saw that Addison was nearly finished so he came over and lifted her bag. Addison thanked her friend and gave Mark her attention again as she added the final piece of his outfit…a metal chain that connected to the link at the collar of the mask. She couldn't help but giggle when she heard Mark mumble.

"MamAddie…mmrrreaaalmmy" Mark tried but realised that speech was pointless.

"Seriously, this is just going to be way too much fun!" Addison couldn't help but expel nothing but sun beams of joy about the situation.

"Speak for yourself…You really are Satan, aren't you?" Cristina coldly stared at the smirking woman.

"I prefer ruler of all that is evil…I do my job very well, this is my job!" Addison stood and theatrically waved her arms about showing herself off.

The small mechanic growled as she turned on her heels and continued down to the SUV throwing herself in the front passenger seat. As quickly as Yang had disappeared she reappeared sticking her head out the window flipping her middle finger to the group as she shouted back at them into the wind.

"I call shotgun!"

The group physically winced as the woman's loud voice carried into the afternoon sky. Staring at the infuriating mechanic Bailey mentally counted to ten before lowering her head to take in her own appearance, she shook her head she closed her eyes psyching herself up, taking once last deep breath she made toward the SUV.

"Let's get this wacky white assed show on the road!"

Teddy sat in shock, she had tried in vain to get that door open but nothing was working. She was excellent at codes but for the life of her she just couldn't get her brain to work. She had been so sure that she could deal with what had happened to Arizona, she had tried to trick her brain into the logic that it was for the best. The truth was that it was devastating as Arizona had just started to maybe find some sunshine in her life and it made her heart die a little just thinking about it. She had thought that if she could have just tried and cheat the grief process she could get on with the task at hand, she had people that were still alive, that needed her now.

Yet she had sat there watching the live security feed, she felt useless and had tried to contact Karev as the fight in the corridor had broken out but the radio was just static. Something and someone was blocking the signal and she was helpless all she could do was watch and hope that the miraculous would happen.

She watched in deadly silence the love of her life standing looking straight down the barrel of a gun. Teddy had been so focused on the computer screen that she didn't react until it was too late. By the time she saw the reflection on a darker area of the screen, she grabbed at her neck before all she saw was the back of her eyelids.

The elevators doors opened and the sound of heavy boots scuffed the corridor racing toward them, as Hahn looked up at her accomplice she realised that he hadn't lowered his weapon yet. She growled and showed her teeth as the realisation hit her, the boy had switched sides. Erica maintained eye contact with Avery as she heard the noise of pounding feet halt behind her.

Hahn didn't have to look she could tell that there was no point fighting the men, she'd have to bide her time as the security officers behind her definitely out numbered what she could comfortably handle on her own she knew she was good but she wasn't stupid, everything Erica did was thought about. Feeling at least four pairs of hands detain her, she watched as a fifth man approached Avery with his own gun drawn.

"Second Lieutenant Jackson Avery, working special recovery on the Presidents orders, this woman is wanted in connection with crimes against The Alliance and I demand that you take her into custody and do not release her until we have the proper means of transporting her to the detention camps." Avery kept his voice steady and he oozed authority, not one of the security officers questioned him as he held up his identification disk and flipped it to the approaching armed officer.

"Yes Sir, we have a holding cell down at security. Believe it or not the number of people that don't like a doctor's decision is alarming. We will keep her there until you're ready to transport her. Are you coming with us Sir?" The security officer handed Jackson back his disk and motioned for the soldier to follow them as he attached his firearm back in its holster.

"No! Take her down. I'm going to help these two doctors. I'll follow on when I know that they'll be okay." Avery went straight to Callie and checked that she was still breathing, which she was luckily. Her eye was turning a plumb colour and her hair had started to matt due to the pooling blood.

"Of course Sir, we'll contact for someone to come and help. When you're ready security is located in lower floor B zone 4."

Hahn physically tensed as she felt her hands pulled roughly behind her back and felt the cold metal of the hand cuffs nip at her skin. Hahn kept her mouth shut as she continued to stare coldly at the young soldier. She was a ghost, she did not exist so there was no point explaining to these morons. Whenever she was scanned into the system, the computer was always told to let her in, she had full access to anything and everything but all of her information was blacked out.

Avery watched as Hahn was led away, he actually felt like the woman was placing a curse on him in that moment as she continued to threateningly stare at him…he found the whole thing un-nerving. Watching as they stopped at the door, he found himself finally remembering to breathe as they disappeared through the exit.

Looking around, trying to formulate his next move he looked to the room that the nurse had left earlier knocking him over, that's when he noticed the blinds shift. He stood quickly and picked Tim up under the arms and started to drag him toward the room. As he opened the door he made eye contact with what he assumed was a real Doctor.

"Please, you've got to help me…I don't have much time and there's a woman in the hall…she's pretty beaten up, unconscious and in need of medical attention!" Derek took a quick sly glance at the covered up body of the blonde on the table as the cover twitched slightly and then stilled.

"Okay, you need to go put him over there, lay him out on the floor in the recovery position. He's only been stunned so he should wake up shortly, just make sure he has a strong pulse if not shout for me. I'm going to help…Cal…I'm going to help her, come out when you're done we'll need to lift her." Derek quickly left the soldier to deal with Tim. Derek had watched everything on the monitor so had seen how things had transpired, but he still was unsure and when he remembered Callie's name he decided it was best to just forget the name in-front of the boy. Deny any knowledge of knowing them.

Avery was finishing making sure Tim was positioned correctly as he knelt over him feeling his pulse was strong. When he made to get up that's when he felt the knee in his back as an arm snaked around his neck, forcing him to stay still. He could feel the cold steel from what he could only possibly assume was a scalpel dig into his throat. He slowly held his hands up in surrender.

"What do you think you're doing to my brother? Where is Callie and where is the Doctor?" Avery tensed as he felt the warm spoken breath of the woman across his ear and cheek. As she added more pressure on to his spine he winced in pain.

Karev sat tapping the wheel of the roadrunner; he was starting to get impatient, in the dark as usual. He stared to run through all the other times he was the last one to know what was going on. He had been sitting out there for what seemed like an age and he was having a fight with himself about how was best to proceed. It wasn't as though he could just go gung ho and march through the hospital till he found his friends and knowing him he'd get there and then Callie would kill him for changing the plan, or they would miss each other and he'd get them all caught.

He tried to contact Teddy again without any luck and he was thinking that at least if he took a walk casually down to where Teddy was at maybe he could get some answers, but then he talked himself out of it again as the thought of Callie kicking the shit out of him again calmed that thought.

Looking in the rear view mirror that's when he saw them approaching. Sucking on his bottom lip he had a minute 'run' thought before in typical Karev aggression he thought that at least it would give him something to do until Callie and the rest showed up.

Rolling his sleeves up he smiled to his self as he got out the vehicle and turned to face the on-coming soldiers, loosening his body in preparation for the following altercation.

"Gentlemen, I come bearing gifts. Courtesy of one Preston Burke!" Addison watched as the men's eyes widened when they looked on at their presents, until one soldier remembered they had a job to do.

"I'm sorry ma'am, we have prisoners so we will have to decline as at least one of us will have to stand guard…" the short man was oblivious to the threating looks behind him from the three other men eating some sort of gloop out of their tin bowls.

"Yeah guys, I'm going to sit with the prisoners. Burke has sent this to you for the excellent work you have continually done for him. Are the prisoners back there, you go set up in the other rooms I'll keep watch" George quickly moved to the back of the room before anyone could object, Addison began to talk again drawing the soldiers attention back to her.

"Okay boys, take your pick? Male or Female?" Addison smirked as she saw trepidation in the 3 pairs of eyes that she could see.

After a moment the biggest soldier stood up and made his way to over to take a closer look. Mark could feel the big man's presence in front of him and couldn't stop the whimper as he felt the man's hand run down the front of his chest as the deep gruff voice said "This one".

The other three made clear their preference for the women. Addison looked at the large man and then to Hunt who was setting up some chairs for the men to sit at.

"Oh it's your lucky day you get him too! Shall we go to a back room? Ladies I trust you can make these gentlemen comfortable." Addison pointed at Owen and subtly made a gesture, Owen quickly made out that a 'fuck' was mouthed as she showed with her hands what she thought about the size of the man. Owen realised how easy the other men where complying with the nurses, so he agreed to leave them to it and followed Addison and Mark from the room as the other two women carried on smiling to how easy this was turning out.

"Yes Ma'am!" Both women smirked as they replied, they both started to tie the men to their chairs without any fight from the unsuspecting idiots. Cristina starting to find the men's grins hysterical was trying hard to keep it together, the whole situation was screaming funny at her and Bailey could see this. Bailey removed Cristina from the men's eye line by telling her to get the blindfolds from the bag from behind them. Handing the blindfolds to Bailey, Cristina tried to muffle her giggles while she got the needles out from the bag. Once Bailey was finished she stepped back and looked on at the three moron's tied up.

"Okay boys are you ready for some fun!" Bailey managed to get out she was now trying to keep herself together as she looked onto the toe tapping nervous/excited sitting ducks before her. Cristina stood and handed Bailey two syringes as the placed themselves behind the men and in time with each other jabbed the needles into the soldier's necks.

They looked at each other in shock, it couldn't be this easy! They were just beginning to relax as the door swung open startling them both. Panic was replaced with laughter as the two women were met by a de-masked Owen smiling back at them as he dragged a large hairy topless drugged man into the room and lay him down in front of the other men's feet.

"Addison and Mark where are they?" Cristina managed to get out in between giggles.

"Addie motioned for ten minutes…so yeah I left pretty quickly and quietly. Don't know if I wanna know what she's up to." Owen shook his head as George rounded the corner holding his mother tightly. Webber followed smiling widely but shaking his head at a very now embarrassed Bailey who tried not to make eye contact with the man who had been her father for many years now. The room was quickly filled with the very familiar sound of Cristina's cackle as she finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Easy, easy…please, I'm not harming him I'm just checking he's ok. He was shocked and is unconscious for the moment that is all." Avery tried to keep his voice calm and void of any fear as he felt the nip from the scalpel deeper at his throat.

"Where are Callie and Doctor Shepard?"

"They're out in the corridor, Callie is it? She's pretty beaten up, the doctor is checking her I have to go help him lift her so please, trust me!" Avery was relieved when he felt the weight quickly shift from his back by the time he turned all he saw was a flick of blonde hair leave the room. He checked the security monitor and saw the small blonde woman on her knees shaking her head, rubbing his neck he was surprised that someone that small could have put that much pressure on his spine.

"Arizona, are you alright? You shouldn't be up and about yet…I mean it's great but you need to be resting!" Derek paused in his treatment of Callie's head injury.

"I'm fine, high pain threshold. I mean I feel as though I've had my brain dug into but I'm okay." She smiled sadly at Derek. "Doctor Shepard, is she going to be ok?" Arizona gently brushed some hair from Callie's face taking in the extent of the damage to her face.

"She's ok, I thought she might have a fractured jaw but it's all just bruising, I need to take the bullet out of her shoulder and the deep gash on her head needs stitches…And it's Derek!" Derek smiled nervously at the woman who was staring at him intently before anger crossed her face.

"Seriously, you let them think I was dead!"

Derek looked surprised as Avery came over and joined them kneeling over the stilled brunette.

"Me, uh, how did you know about that! I, I was just following orders. I'll explain everything to you but we need to hide all of you until your pick up comes. I'm sure the operative will be back shortly, so let's get Callie fixed up and your brother will be waking up soon." Derek and Avery started to get ready to lift Callie as Arizona started to pick out more things from both men's head. A lot of the information was mixing between the both of them and she was finding it hard to make out. Only one common thing kept coming to the front of both men's thoughts as they carried Callie back into the OR…Fear, fear of Hahn coming back before they could leave.

Mark couldn't hear anything but his own heartbeat in his ears. He couldn't believe that Addison had put him in this position, mentally and physically. Addison had led him into the room pulling the leash she had attached to him earlier. When she had got to the centre of the room, she moved behind him and kicked his legs apart slightly for balance. Once he did what she had wanted she bent him over, teasingly pushing her hips into his ass. Moving around to the front she kept Mark in position by chaining his ankle cuffs to the wrist cuffs. She smirked as she heard the muffled whimper leave his covered mouth.

He could just about make out the sound of Addison's heels clipping off the ground, getting fainter as he could only think was her moving to the door. The muffled sound of her voice, in what Mark could make out was "Have fun" and her heels continuing and then the door slammed shut. That was when Mark's panic set in; he could feel someone else in the room. He had been left in there with a large hairy man, someone who could quite easily break him. He couldn't move because of the restraints the chains allowed for very little movement, he could just about manage to keep balanced. His breathing was jagged and he felt like he'd pass out soon, fear had a hold of him and it wasn't letting go as he felt someone move at the back of him he couldn't stop himself whimper. He wanted to run, he needed his hands free and he started to pull at the chains in a useless attempt of escape.

Addison moved toward the door holding it open for Owen as he dragged the unconscious man from the room, as he left she took her heels off trying to hide her amusement. Moving toward the man she made sure she ran the end of her whip she was holding down the length of Marks back. She smirked as he started mumbling, she could hear the panic as his body went tense. Mark still bent over with his wrists chained to his ankles began to make a noise and his body moved as though he was laughing. Addison stood behind him and moved slowly, taking his thighs in her hands and pulled him into her, she started to unbutton his trousers and slowly move them down his legs. As she did this his movement got worse, she suddenly realised that the noise was actually crying. Mark was actually sobbing and Addison knew that she had taken her game far too far.

Quickly changing her position to in-front of the man she quickly untightened the man's chains. As he felt the give in his restraints he pushed her away from him by hitting out at the person before him. Addison howled in pain as she hit the ground on her ass. Mark quickly pulled off his mask, looking straight into Addison's playful eyes, tears ran down his face as he looked onto her, his eye's widening when he realised that it was all Addison's doing.

"Seriously, you thought that was a good idea?" Mark quickly kneeled at the side of his lover as she sat on her now bruised ass.

"I'm sorry baby; the opportunity was just far too good to miss!" Addie couldn't help but smile as she took the tear soaked face in her hands and gently kissed the man.

"If you ever tell anyone what happened in this room I'll make sure I, well I'll make some shit up!" Mark smiled with Addison as she kissed him again.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was funny. But I shall never tell anyone that you cried like a bitch baby!"

"Doctor Shepard! Where is the body?"

Derek looked up startled from his seat at his desk, looking into the black and blued face of one pissed off assassin. He straightened and gave one of his best smiles.

"Yes I am he, Ms…" Derek continued to play dumb.

"That's not important, just that I am here to see that you followed through on President Burke's request." Erica hissed at the handsome man in detest.

Derek went into his drawer and lifted out a disc containing the operation footage and a small bag full of grey ashes. Hahn picked up the disc and smirked but looked at him in confusion about the bag.

"What's this…Where is the body?" Erica's temper wasn't getting any better.

"The president asked me to take care of it, that's what I did. That is his rules, that a body must be taken care off and he never said to keep the body, he told me she wasn't to make it off the table. She didn't, I did my part! Now if you would excuse me that little favour has left me with a pile of paper work." Derek looked back down at the paperwork on his desk; he was trying to keep himself professional in-front of Hahn, he had to give the appearance of not knowing that she could probably kill him on the spot.

"Oh Ms, do you need someone to have a look at that nose, someone really did a number on you?"

Erica just stared at the Doctor, picked up the bag and left the room, slamming the door as she went. Derek let go of the breath he was holding and looked towards his bookcase and smiled, before he heard his door creak open again.

Arizona and Avery sat quietly in the doctor's panic room watching and listening to Derek deal with Hahn on the monitor. Tim and Callie lay on the ground cleaned up but still out of it. Derek was the Hospital's prized possession and after recent years of craziness, the attempts on Doctors lives had escalated so they had not to everyone's knowledge built panic rooms for their most valuable surgeons.

Watching Hahn leave both of them couldn't stop the smile that crept on to their features, but it was replaced rather quickly when four Alliance soldiers entered Derek's office. Panic set in as Derek pointed them over to the book case. Three of the soldiers pulled out their Taser guns and pointed them in ready at the entrance of the panic room.

"Fuck! What side is the Doctor actually playing?" Avery shook his head as he watched Arizona ready herself for a fight.